Had Enough.

[Falcon]

{The man called Falcon sat on the trainer's table, post match on Sacrifice. It was a standard thing for all involved, so the man himself wasn't concerned at all. However, the woman trying to beat her way past a few people certainly seemed to. The trainer who was finsihing up, looked over concerned. Falcon waved him off. Jane busted through the door.}

Jane: There you are. Dear Lord you'd think this was some sort of missle silo with how many hoops you have to jump through to get back here. How is he?

Trainer: He's fine. Little roughed up from what happened, but that's nothing unusual. Who are you?

Jane: His agent. He didn't tell you?

Trainer: He hasn't said anything since the first time I checked him.

Jane: Explains a lot.

{She gave him a glare, he simply shrugged. Her lips ground together like she was mumbling under her breath, her right hand balling into a little fist. Finally she exhaled, her eyes closed, a few measured breaths before she opened them again.}

Jane: You'd better win this damn belt because this whole not talking thing is totally getting on my nerves.

{He simply shrugged.}

Jane: You son of a...

{The trainer made himself scarce, moving across the room to 'pretend' to do some paper work as this short little woman seemed about to blow a gasket at the wrestler in front of her. He stared back at her. He started to make a gesture, and she cut him off.}

Jane: Oh don't give me that principle shit. Half the reason anyone still remembers you is because of how you used to belittle people with truth, how you'd cut through their crap with a knife of logic. Take that away, what are you? Just a jumping monkey who makes a dozen posters and sells a ton of shirts. It's all well and good to 'stand up' for some kind of ideal, but you aren't sixteen any more, you built your reputation on your ideals. Now's the time to do shit for yourself..

{There was a long moment of impassive staring between the two.}

Jane: But you won't, because you're a stubborn jackass...

{She exhaled again, almost in a defeated manner.}

Jane: Well, here's the deal sparky. Promise me you'll give this whole silence thing up whether you win or lose..

{He visibly grimaced, staring at her a long moment. He pointed at her, then at his chest. She nodded grudgingly.}

Jane: Yea, yea, you don't make promises you aren't certain you can keep. I know..

{She opened her eyes, meeting his own and staring hard at him.}

Jane: Then I can't promise I'll be there Monday morning, regardless of if you win or lose...

{Then she simply turned on her heel, and walked away.}

Milk it for all it's worth
Make sure you get there first
The apple of your eye
The rotten core inside
We all are prisoners
Things couldn't get much worse
I've had it up to here
You know your end is near

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{Same two people, but now Falcon was sitting on his couch, painstakingly gluing his replica nCw world title back together. Jane sat opposite him, watching. After a few minutes, she turned to the camera.}

Jane: Take notes, internet... not at him, what I'm about to say. Because the man is not the point, the point is the object before him. This is a segment we like to call.. "How to be a baby in 2016".

{She pointed down, and the lovely boys doing the editing added a big graphic in post, complete with a crying baby, a wet diaper, and a photoshopped imagine of Cable Arcane poorly (intentionally) placed atop.}

Jane: What was your end game, Cable? Seriously think about it, what was the absolute best scenario you could have hoped for? Are you that hard up for a W over someone that you'd disrespect him to such extremes? How do you call yourself a man now? But you know what it all amounted to?

{Smug satisfied little smirk.}

Jane: That I was right all along. People throw around the term fluke a lot, but that's just an excuse, no, you're just an undeserving brat. People accused Falcon of being an opportunist for returning right before the heir to the throne, but if you look back on it, he wasn't running his mouth every open fight night trying to get points. You, on the other hand, never stopped flapping your lips. It's quite a double edged sword, this internet age, the age of instant communication. Used to be, you could avoid dumb ass baby Arcanes by just changing the channel, now any idiot with a smart phone and half a brain cell can be a social media savant. In the midst of all of that, we had Cable telling everyone how awesome he was. Sure, that's wrestling 101... bland, boring, and the first page of the book.

{Falcon raised one hand, twirling a finger around in his woop dee doo.}

Jane: But then, he ascends the mountain, winning the Imperial championship, the life long dream come true! The pinnacle of the business! The best in the world!

{More post editing of streamers and confetti on the screen. It's pretty bad, and that's the gag.}

Jane: And what's his next move.. Take on all comers? Be a fighting champion? Even be a dick and sit back and dodge challengers? NO! He turns on one of his two world famous, legendary trainers and suddenly has nothing good to say about him. Suddenly Falcons this, Falcons that.. He's old, he's useless, he never really amounted to much. You know, it just seems like every week since winning that belt, Cable has regressed. First week, he's a sixteen year old girl rebelling against a parent. Suddenly the parent is cool, isn't hip, sound familiar? Then when he got ignored, he's suddenly a twelve year old tween, stomping his foot for attention. Then he got called a crybaby, and he became a toddler. Gee, maybe my graphic from earlier seems much more fitting.

{It showed on screen again, just because. Falcon picked the title up, mostly intact, though nowhere near perfect, he was checking to see if it was stable enough to replace in it's spot.}

Jane: See, I know Cable has this long rant out on the internet somewhere, blasting me and him for various things, and you know what? I'm ignoring it. Why?

That's what you do with childish temper tantrums.

Seems to be what annoys you most, having all your wants and needs to be disregarded. You wanna talk all your shit about the man across from me, but you? You still don't deserve to be in the same building as him, regardless of what you think that belt makes you worthy of. If you're so much into hard work and dedication equalling success, why come at him and not the man walking around talking about being the 'real champion'? Face it Cable, you're just a disrespectful shit who jumped at the chance to fight Jayson Matthews for a belt, and now you're trying to pad your reign by picking on someone you think is weak and old. You're not Rocky, Cable.. not even close. You're barely Clubber Lang..

That silly bully that might be on top now, but your comupence is coming. But the thing is, he doesn't even need to win the title from you. I'd just be happy as a clam if he broke something so you'd be easy pickens for just the weakest link on the roster to feast off of.

That would be the kind of comupence you deserve.

So take your childish tantrums, your threats, your nifty shirt catchphrases, grease em up nice and slick, and shove them all up your ass. You might be Imperial Champion Cable, but that's the only thing people are saying about other than your being a giant dildo, a tumblr post, a viral blog from an idiot, not good for more than five minutes of fun and a laugh afterwards. So internet, just remember..

How to be a baby, 2016.

Step one; Be Cable Arcane.

There is no step two.

{Falcon was standing, moving towards the wall where Cable had plucked the title before he destroyed it. He placed it down into the slot. Underneath the plaque that dictated the accomplishment of the belt above it, written in red letters on the wall...}

"I have been broken by much better men, and come back stronger. And this to, shall pass."

{Fin.}

You had to have it all
But have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard
You will get what you deserve
When all is said and done
I will be the one
To leave you in your misery
And hate what you've become

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