Post by Cable Arcane on Oct 2, 2013 12:30:23 GMT
Who am I?
That’s a question that had plagued Cable for years. As a young child in an orphanage he had always questioned who he really was, was Cable Arcane even his birth name? He’d never had an answer, not even after he’d been adopted by a retire fight, one who had dedicated much of what was left of his prize money to tracking down Cable’s family…
Now as an adult he still wondered who he was, what he was doing, why he was here?
Even as he stood across from a man who claimed to be his father he wondered to himself, wondered wy no one else could see him, why no one else talked to him, why he was the only one who could hear the awful things he told Cable to do.
Why?
He asked himself these questions often but lately it was getting to the point that he couldn’t sleep and regardless of how violently he demanded answers from his “father” he never got real ones. Not the ones he wanted. So he has come to the one man powerful enough to know the truth, the one man he knew who wielded the truth like a weapon, the man who trained him to be a monster and then something more.
Angel.
Cable stood outside the doors to the Social Enemy Wrestling School, his plan of action not yet come to fruition. He merely thought. Several moments passed before he finally walked through the door, it didn’t take him long to find his mentor who quietly working in the ring, attempting to relive his long over career…
”Angel.”
That’s a question that had plagued Cable for years. As a young child in an orphanage he had always questioned who he really was, was Cable Arcane even his birth name? He’d never had an answer, not even after he’d been adopted by a retire fight, one who had dedicated much of what was left of his prize money to tracking down Cable’s family…
Now as an adult he still wondered who he was, what he was doing, why he was here?
Even as he stood across from a man who claimed to be his father he wondered to himself, wondered wy no one else could see him, why no one else talked to him, why he was the only one who could hear the awful things he told Cable to do.
Why?
He asked himself these questions often but lately it was getting to the point that he couldn’t sleep and regardless of how violently he demanded answers from his “father” he never got real ones. Not the ones he wanted. So he has come to the one man powerful enough to know the truth, the one man he knew who wielded the truth like a weapon, the man who trained him to be a monster and then something more.
Angel.
Cable stood outside the doors to the Social Enemy Wrestling School, his plan of action not yet come to fruition. He merely thought. Several moments passed before he finally walked through the door, it didn’t take him long to find his mentor who quietly working in the ring, attempting to relive his long over career…
”Angel.”
Angel came to a sudden stop in the ring, he wasn’t expecting anyone but he wasn’t surprised to see Cable either.
”You have a lot of nerve coming here…”
Angel glares coldly at Cable, remembering rather vividly how cruelly and his companions had taken out his wife, Tara Fenix…
”After what you have done.”
”If you’re going to threaten me, do so now and waste no more of my time, other wise give me what I came here for."
”And what did you come here for?”
Slowly Cable pulled himself up onto the apron and entered the ring. He stepped within inches of Angel who did not back down.
”Answers.”
”Ah, still wondering about your family Cable? Still do not know who you are? Well let me tell you, you are a monster! Just like me.”
You didn’t need to see Cables face to know he was sneering at Angel.
”You’re wrong.”
”Am I? Tara would agree with me.”
”What either of think mean absolutely nothing to me now, all I want is what you know.”
Cable closes the already small gap between them, looking down his mask at the man who trained him. Angel doesn’t back down, wars past running through his head as he prepares himself for whatever Cable may do.
”You know who I am, you will tell me.”
Angel stares deeply into Cable’s cold eyes, looking for any sign of the man he once knew, a man who was eager to learn, to improve, to be something better than this. Angel had never told him why he tried to mold him into a monster, it was because he wanted to see Cable break the mold and become something more than he was…
”Go to hell.”
”I was truly afraid you’d say that.
There was a time when Angel was the most feared man in all of professional wrestling, that time has come and gone and this student is quickly filling the void left by Savior X. A fact Angel is learning as he struggles for air in the grip of Cable Arcane…
”Truly… Afraid.”
As he struggled to breath, Angel couldn’t help but think he saw a man standing behind Cable, one who looked all too familiar from the police reports he had hidden away. Of course that was madness, he thought, madness, the last word that passed through his head as he slipped in unconsciousness…
And in the end Xavier Cross failed all those he claims to fight for…
The poor, the sick, the needy and the dying all look to Xavier Cross for inspiration, he is the hero they vicariously live through as he wages war against the struggles of every day life and he let every…
Single…
One…
Down.
All your causes, all your words, all your starry eyed children weren’t enough to overcome Cable Arcane and his single minded desire to see the weak driven from this profession and replaced with a proper professional wrestler.
You failed, Cross.
You tapped out.
You are not the hero they need or deserve, only the one they are foolish enough to want, dumb enough to believe, another one of the elite who uses their suffering to his own ends. You rally against your gift wrapped silver spoon by bathing yourself in the filth of the unwashed masses and claim to be their savior. You use them like the news media, like their politicians, like every other wolf in sheep’s clothes that has ever pretended to care…
All the proof I need came Monday night….
You stepped into the ring with a man who claims to fight for nothing more than his own personal honor, his own personal desire, his own destiny to see himself become the unquestioned best this profession of ours has ever seen. You stepped into the ring with the epitome of what the unwashed masses hate, a man willing to earn his way to the top.
The ones you “serve and protect” hate men like me, men who are unwilling to accept their circumstances as permanent and will always fight to better their situation. I fought to better my situation in this company, my standing among the other more popular names among our ranks and my effort was rewarded.
I made the Heavy Weight Champion tap out.
Seven days removed from your remarkable return match with Xander Famularo, I managed to best you in a Man of Steel contest, a match I will freely admit you had the advantage in but in the end it was my determination to succeed that secured me the victory. There was nothing you nor those whimpering children at your foundation could do to save you from gasping for breath as you tapped out.
And it was amazing.
Nothing brings me greater joy than a man filled with weakness to expose it to the world in such an embarrassing fashion, tapping the mat and begging me to stop. Truly a high light in my incredibly short professional wrestling career, thank you for being a part of it.
This week however we find ourselves in a different situation, your partner saw fit to come to ringside which demanded my partner do the same and in the end there was a fight. Now our adoring fans cannot be left wanting for an answer to the question of who would win between Honorbound and the current Heavy Weight and Man of Steel Championship alliance, why they may just die from the suspense of the possible answer.
Though I doubt it.
IWF saw fit to give us the opportunity to answer that very question and they were even kind enough to give you a partner worth his weight in gold.
The whole world bore witness to your weakness this passed Monday night and while IWF would love to capitalize on the money they’d make from booking this match you have to wonder if they are truly insane?
The very definition of the word describes almost perfectly their misplaced faith in your abilities Xavier Cross. It took you literally months to find the resolve to defeat a living legend such as Xander Famularo and now again, they will give you another chance to rise from the ashes of your defeat against me in this tag team contest, a match features three of IWF’s rising stars and one man who never seems to know when to stay down.
Truly I weep for the state our world is in, a world where a man like yourself can be looked up too, a world where your foundation is thought of as something more than yet another crutch for the overwhelming dregs of our society to continue sucking from our teets, a world where your name and the world hero can be said in the same sentence without a witty punch line.
I weep for the American Dream which has become nothing more than a pale, shattered reflection of what it once meant to be an American. There is nothing exceptional about being what you are Xavier, what you stand for, you’re not the embodiment of what once was great about this country, you’re the prime example of everything wrong with it and for the second time in as many weeks I will choke the life from your body…
Ryan Blade…
You are quite the gifted young athlete. Strong, competitive, a champion. You’ve come into this company and in such a short time you have made such a big name for yourself, truly you are one of the men to beat around…
A shame you’ve been saddled with a partner who can barely carry the weight of his own insignificant world let alone the sky rocketing career of yourself. However I am sure you will over come this handicap to put forth a spectacular match and give us a real run for our money.
I have taken to noticing your usually promo style revolves heavily around taking what you find to be flaws in your opponents and attempting to pick them apart. Just last week you scolded a man whose name is etched into the foundations of this company and labeled him as just a tag team wrestler. I am rather curious what fault you will try and find in our bond now that you have been handed your ass by a tag team wrestler…
Feel free to berate me for my career, judge me, it worked out so well for you last week. I will do no such thing, I will not bother to find fault where there is none. Cleary your status as the Man of Steel Champion is more than enough to prove your worth, though generally you judge a man by who he’s beaten, or rather, who he hasn’t…
Monday night we will see Honorbound together again, looking to once more assert our dominance over this division, looking to once more claw our way back to the top of this mountain and get another shot at InFamous. In the end it is the burden of every wrestler to be the best of the best, and our goal is nothing short of total domination of our division, as lackluster as you may find it. You and Cross, while formidable, are not a team. You have not bled together, fought together, you would not die for one another…
You are not Bound by Honor.
We are. While you may ridicule our goals because they are not as lofty as dominating a division like yours filled with the weak like Mike Laszlo, we will accomplish them. Eventually we will dethrone InFamous and become the new Champions of the Tag Team Division, we will crave our names in their blood and bones into the foundations of IWF and then you will no longer be able to question us or our abilites…
You are a rising star, an IWF original to be used as the measuring stick for all the other originals, like Gjenrei and myself. To defeat you and your partner would be to solidify our name’s over yours, to push you yet another rung back down the ladder into your mediocrity and rise another step further toward our destiny.
We will defeat you.
We will rise above you.
And if you're lucky, choking out will be the least of your worries.
Well howdy there pardner.