Post by Cable Arcane on Oct 30, 2013 2:55:51 GMT
Cable Arcane starred at his partner for a long time as he worked over a heavy bag. Cable slowly stretched his joints, ligaments, his muscles, all the while his eyes trained on his partner in the mask. Gjenrei eventually stopped his work out and noticed his partner’s unblinking eyes.
”Yes?”
Cable stood up and walked very slowly across their gym, their training center. He stopped only inches from Gjenrei and looked him over in his black gym shorts and tank top, his body covered in sorted scars. Cable himself wore nothing more than a pair of mma trunks, Gjenrei looked him over as well.
”Is there something you wish to say?”
Cable brushed passed him, their shoulders just barely touching as Cable began to work over the bag in front of him. He couldn’t shake the thought that something in this room smelled familiar…
Gjenrei watched, his mind wandering ever closer to a feeling of regret that he quickly shook. He walked over to his partner as he continued to slam his fists against the side of the heavy bag,.
”I’ve been keeping my eye on Amber.”
Cable scoffed through his mask.
”Is that all?”
Gjenrei tilted his head almost as if he did not understand the question.
”Excuse me?”
”Is that all you have to tell me?"
”No…”
Gjenrei paused, an awful truth coming to forefront of his mind as he watched his partner systematically rip apart the bag before him. He shook the thought again.
”She’s afraid.”
”Of?”
”You.”
Cable’s right fists crashes against the bag and sends it swinging. He slowly turns and looks at his partner, his friend, his brother.
”Good.”
He turns away again and continues his work out as Gjenrei just watches and wonders how much his friend really knows about what’s going on and if he should tell him…
The Embassy…
Who are you but bodies?
Who are you but faceless names?
Who are you but victims to us?
For too long IWF has limped along with InFamous as it’s champions, us as their challengers, it was only a matter of time before they found team foolish enough to step into this hell.
Welcome to Hell.
For that is what the tag team division is. Since the begging it has been ruled by our devil, our god, the one and only Spike Kane, a man who carried the feeble Rob Diamond to greatness on his own great shoulders, a man who now stands atop a division with us as his only real challengers. So IWF has scoured the independents, searched high and low for anyone foolish enough to step up to the plate…
Congratulations, you are the kings off the fools…
The Tag Team Division is no place for weakness, no place for foolishness, no place for people like you. Worthless piles of rotting flesh like yourselves do not deserve a place on our roster in our federation, you do not even have the right to look at our ring let alone step inside of it. You could not even get the job down against Mike Machado and the untrained monkey he has with him in his corner…
You are an embarrassment to the tag team division…
Legends.
Gods.
Icons have been born from our division. Legacies so great that you can only read about them in darkness for their light is all but blinding. And you two claim to be a part of it? You are a joke. A punch line with no laughter. You are what happens when two talentless fools realize they are too worthless to make it on their own. You have come together under a name that is supposed to mean something to us. A name that I have never heard of. A name I will only care to know for as long as you are standing before me.
Embassy.
You are a joke.
A laughing stock.
An Embassy of Embarrassment.
Gjenrei and I have worked hard to be where we are, fought for what we have, earned our keep. You look at us and laugh because we are second best in a division with virtually no challengers, we are second best in a division ruled by the GOD OF XTREME. We are second best to God himself. YOUR KING. If being second to God is a bad thing then I hate to think what you are, losers to Mike Machado and his “partner” tell me, what does it make you?
Meaningless.
You are a waste of time. A waste of skin. A waste of absolutely everything. You have not earned your place, made your name, you have done nothing to even stand in our presence. We are the only REAL tag team left with the demise of Infamous and therefor the best. We are the epitome of this division. We are the new leaders of tag team wrestling and we are the men who will beating the fear into you this coming Monday night.
You will fear us.
Then you will respect us.
Then, if we allow you to continue breathing will cower before us.
You have but one chance, one option, you will drop to your knees and worship the knights, worship Honorbound, worship the God of Xtreme and his Empire, his loyal followers, his EMBASSY! You will worship us as the leaders of this division as the future Tag Team Champions as the men who will lay you to waste this coming Monday night if you are foolish enough to stand in our way.
Your end is predetermined, our reign is inevitable, we are the future and you are simple a moment, a bump in the road, a blip on the radar, you are nothing in the grand scheme of HonorBound as we lay claim to the tag team division and our championship belts.
Bow before us or Burn.
Your choice.
Amber paced in her hotel room, her clothes disheveled as she hasn’t bothered to keep herself since the panicked nightmare the night before.
The knock startled her, she jumped…
”C-Come in.”
The door swung open before she even finished the invite and there stood Cable, he bulky black frame outlined by the light behind him, Amber still looking a mess shrank back slightly.
”Cable?”
”Why?”
Amber tried to adjust herself as Cable stormed into the room.
”Why wh-“
She was cut off as his hand took her firmly by the throat.
”WHY HAVE YOU BEEN LYING!?”
Fade…
”Yes?”
Cable stood up and walked very slowly across their gym, their training center. He stopped only inches from Gjenrei and looked him over in his black gym shorts and tank top, his body covered in sorted scars. Cable himself wore nothing more than a pair of mma trunks, Gjenrei looked him over as well.
”Is there something you wish to say?”
Cable brushed passed him, their shoulders just barely touching as Cable began to work over the bag in front of him. He couldn’t shake the thought that something in this room smelled familiar…
Gjenrei watched, his mind wandering ever closer to a feeling of regret that he quickly shook. He walked over to his partner as he continued to slam his fists against the side of the heavy bag,.
”I’ve been keeping my eye on Amber.”
Cable scoffed through his mask.
”Is that all?”
Gjenrei tilted his head almost as if he did not understand the question.
”Excuse me?”
”Is that all you have to tell me?"
”No…”
Gjenrei paused, an awful truth coming to forefront of his mind as he watched his partner systematically rip apart the bag before him. He shook the thought again.
”She’s afraid.”
”Of?”
”You.”
Cable’s right fists crashes against the bag and sends it swinging. He slowly turns and looks at his partner, his friend, his brother.
”Good.”
He turns away again and continues his work out as Gjenrei just watches and wonders how much his friend really knows about what’s going on and if he should tell him…
The Embassy…
Who are you but bodies?
Who are you but faceless names?
Who are you but victims to us?
For too long IWF has limped along with InFamous as it’s champions, us as their challengers, it was only a matter of time before they found team foolish enough to step into this hell.
Welcome to Hell.
For that is what the tag team division is. Since the begging it has been ruled by our devil, our god, the one and only Spike Kane, a man who carried the feeble Rob Diamond to greatness on his own great shoulders, a man who now stands atop a division with us as his only real challengers. So IWF has scoured the independents, searched high and low for anyone foolish enough to step up to the plate…
Congratulations, you are the kings off the fools…
The Tag Team Division is no place for weakness, no place for foolishness, no place for people like you. Worthless piles of rotting flesh like yourselves do not deserve a place on our roster in our federation, you do not even have the right to look at our ring let alone step inside of it. You could not even get the job down against Mike Machado and the untrained monkey he has with him in his corner…
You are an embarrassment to the tag team division…
Legends.
Gods.
Icons have been born from our division. Legacies so great that you can only read about them in darkness for their light is all but blinding. And you two claim to be a part of it? You are a joke. A punch line with no laughter. You are what happens when two talentless fools realize they are too worthless to make it on their own. You have come together under a name that is supposed to mean something to us. A name that I have never heard of. A name I will only care to know for as long as you are standing before me.
Embassy.
You are a joke.
A laughing stock.
An Embassy of Embarrassment.
Gjenrei and I have worked hard to be where we are, fought for what we have, earned our keep. You look at us and laugh because we are second best in a division with virtually no challengers, we are second best in a division ruled by the GOD OF XTREME. We are second best to God himself. YOUR KING. If being second to God is a bad thing then I hate to think what you are, losers to Mike Machado and his “partner” tell me, what does it make you?
Meaningless.
You are a waste of time. A waste of skin. A waste of absolutely everything. You have not earned your place, made your name, you have done nothing to even stand in our presence. We are the only REAL tag team left with the demise of Infamous and therefor the best. We are the epitome of this division. We are the new leaders of tag team wrestling and we are the men who will beating the fear into you this coming Monday night.
You will fear us.
Then you will respect us.
Then, if we allow you to continue breathing will cower before us.
You have but one chance, one option, you will drop to your knees and worship the knights, worship Honorbound, worship the God of Xtreme and his Empire, his loyal followers, his EMBASSY! You will worship us as the leaders of this division as the future Tag Team Champions as the men who will lay you to waste this coming Monday night if you are foolish enough to stand in our way.
Your end is predetermined, our reign is inevitable, we are the future and you are simple a moment, a bump in the road, a blip on the radar, you are nothing in the grand scheme of HonorBound as we lay claim to the tag team division and our championship belts.
Bow before us or Burn.
Your choice.
Amber paced in her hotel room, her clothes disheveled as she hasn’t bothered to keep herself since the panicked nightmare the night before.
The knock startled her, she jumped…
”C-Come in.”
The door swung open before she even finished the invite and there stood Cable, he bulky black frame outlined by the light behind him, Amber still looking a mess shrank back slightly.
”Cable?”
”Why?”
Amber tried to adjust herself as Cable stormed into the room.
”Why wh-“
She was cut off as his hand took her firmly by the throat.
”WHY HAVE YOU BEEN LYING!?”
Fade…
Well howdy there pardner.