Post by Cable Arcane on Feb 6, 2017 5:23:23 GMT
2-2-17
11:42 AM
Plymouth, Connecticut.
It had easily been three years since Cable Arcane saw the outside of his father’s auto body shop located in the valley between two hills right of Route 6 which cut a swath through the town of Plymouth. Of course he had driven by it a few times but he always refused to turn his head and acknowledge the the business his father had made more important than family.
In the time since his father died his older brother had taken up the role of being the boss. The business hadn’t fared particularly well in Cable’s opinion as half the property was now being rented out to a used car sales man and the back half had been sold off in a fire sale of his father’s estate in an ill advised attempt to pay off his debts.
His debts…
It was only last week Cable had learned about the hard times his father had found himself in during the last few years of his life.
“How much!?” Cable remembers asking in absolute astonishment.
His uncle who happened to be a lawyer and was in charge of the estate reshuffled his papers before answering “Your father died with over one point five million dollars of debt.”
He could still feel the shock on his face even as he sat in his rental car in the parking lot of “Arcane Autobody INC.” thinking and re-thinking about all the ways this meeting with his brother could go wrong.
When he was a child the side of the building his brother now ran the body shop out of was being rented by a man who ran a model and rc car store, it seemed ironic now that it was the part of the building that carried the business forward while the rest was being rented.
With slow measured steps he made his way toward the door that once lead to the show room where his father would display whatever his latest classic car conquest was but was now the make shift office of his brother. There was a moment of hesitation before he opened the door but it quickly subsided, he’d never backed down from anything and he wasn’t backing down now.
2-2-17
11:50 AM
Plymouth, Connecticut.
His brother sat behind the same oak paneled desk their father had used for years, purchased from staples of course and so much the worse for wear after the move to this building but he couldn’t help but smile as looked at Alec. He looked so much like the old man in the pictures that surrounded him that he actually thought it was him.
”The prodigal son returns.” His brother snorts with a smile as he stands from behind the desk.
”Funny,” Cable replies. ”I used to think the same about you.” His brother raises an eyebrow at that comment.
”Yeah?” He asks with sincere surprise. ”Funny coming from you.”
”What’s the supposed to mean?” Cable asked as the two of them sat down, his brother behind the desk and Cable now in the very same chair he sat in as a teenager across from his father so many times.
”I just mean you were always dad’s favorite.” Cable actually laughed out loud at his brother after he said that.
”You’re kidding right?” He asked with a smile on his face. ”I’m one hundred percent sure he hated me.”
”Yeah? Well…” Alex trailed off into his own thoughts. ”Whenever we talked he always wanted to talk about you.”
That came as a shock to Cable, despite what he read in the note he still couldn’t fully comprehend that buried under a life time of animosity was a man who actually cared about him.
”Really?” Was about the only thing he could thing to say. ”Yeah.” His brother quickly replied.
”Look-“ Cable reached into the jacket of his form fitting grey three piece suit. ”I want to be a part of things.” He pulled out his check book.
”Are you fucking serious?” His brother sounded offended.
”What?” Cable asked, annoyed.
”You think you can just walk in here and what?” Alex scoffed in between questions. ”But your way into our father’s memory?”
”No.” Cable scoffed at the thought. ”I want to be partners. I pay half the shops debt, we both sign our names on as the new owners freeing this placer from the estate and together? He paused, thinking. ”We see if we can’t make this place into what dad always wanted.”
His brother actually seemed shocked. “What brought on this sudden change of heart?” He asked sincerely.
”I hated him for the wrong reasons, Alec. He couldn’t help but think about how this was the most real conversation they’ve ever had in their adult lives. ”And now I’d like to remember him for the right ones.”
Cable slid his check book back into his pocket. ”Look. I just want to do right by dad. If you need anything just let me know.” He started to get up and walk away but stopped. ”Or if you just want to catch up give me a call.”
His brother looked on with a little bit of shock on his face.
For the first time in a long time Cable actually felt good about himself which was entirely different than how one feels after winning a big match, he just felt good about himself as a person. But now he had another objective in mind, his father wanted him to have his old Charger, a car that had gone missing, he was told, before the auction of all his father’s worldly possessions and he had to find it…
11:42 AM
Plymouth, Connecticut.
It had easily been three years since Cable Arcane saw the outside of his father’s auto body shop located in the valley between two hills right of Route 6 which cut a swath through the town of Plymouth. Of course he had driven by it a few times but he always refused to turn his head and acknowledge the the business his father had made more important than family.
In the time since his father died his older brother had taken up the role of being the boss. The business hadn’t fared particularly well in Cable’s opinion as half the property was now being rented out to a used car sales man and the back half had been sold off in a fire sale of his father’s estate in an ill advised attempt to pay off his debts.
His debts…
It was only last week Cable had learned about the hard times his father had found himself in during the last few years of his life.
“How much!?” Cable remembers asking in absolute astonishment.
His uncle who happened to be a lawyer and was in charge of the estate reshuffled his papers before answering “Your father died with over one point five million dollars of debt.”
He could still feel the shock on his face even as he sat in his rental car in the parking lot of “Arcane Autobody INC.” thinking and re-thinking about all the ways this meeting with his brother could go wrong.
When he was a child the side of the building his brother now ran the body shop out of was being rented by a man who ran a model and rc car store, it seemed ironic now that it was the part of the building that carried the business forward while the rest was being rented.
With slow measured steps he made his way toward the door that once lead to the show room where his father would display whatever his latest classic car conquest was but was now the make shift office of his brother. There was a moment of hesitation before he opened the door but it quickly subsided, he’d never backed down from anything and he wasn’t backing down now.
Defending against and defeating three other men for MY Imperial Championship wasn’t enough, not I actually have to face a three man team by myself?
Yeah, because that isn’t straight up bullshit.
And make no mistake I’ll be in that ring by myself because Noah Field is about as useful as a limp dick at a sperm bank. Sure he shows up but he has absolutely nothing to offer.
I should be used to defying the odds after the career I’ve had. I’m no one’s friend, I didn’t suck my way to the top, I didn’t make it big somewhere else and roll over all that hard work to here, I came in as a fresh face that no one heard of and earned every single thing I’ve got. Defying the odds is my middle god damn name.
No one likes me and I’m perfectly happy with that.
I prefer not being know as Spike Kane’s protégé or Angel Blake’s latest failure, I’d rather be Cable Arcane, the man who earned his moniker of Best in the World by actually wrestling all over the world and beating the best they had to offer.
While men like Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo have been sucking fame in NCW and IWF alone I’ve been out there facing men and women they wouldn’t last five seconds against. See, there is this whole misconception that IWF is the beginning and the end of the professional wrestling world. That is a lie that Roberto Verona promotes by trying to sign the biggest free agents in the world. But if you took a second to look around you’d notice the only names Verona has been able to grab are people you’ve never heard of and legends who never mattered.
Welcome back Alex Jones.
Meanwhile men like Jake Keeton, Captain Howdy and Dante Saffron are out there tearing the world apart with their matches but Roberto would have you believe because they aren’t wrestling here they don’t matter. Where as I take the counter point in that argument.
IWF doesn’t matter because they aren’t here.
It’s easy for men like Jake or Mike to consider themselves among the best when their competition is men like Andrew Jacobsen and Noah Field. They’ve never faced the best in the world. Even back in NCW, the great Adam Knite never signed anyone to a long term deal who could threaten his claim as the King, that’s why Brad Kane had such short stints on their roster and men like Captain Howdy weren’t even blips on the radar.
The “main event” of IWF is afraid to find out how they match up against anyone out side of their ever so tiny circle.
I’ve been on the outside. I’ve dominated on the outside. I’ve wrestled some of the best wrestles Mike Laszlo and Jake Conway have never heard of and beaten them. I’ve won, held and never lost championships from one end of this world to the other while Mike Laszlo sat on his Joker in the Pack title shot too afraid to cash in against Verona himself, instead waiting until he was too distracted with Conway to take his shot.
Fucking pitiful.
Most people wonder why I feel like there is no competition in IWF, well look around and tell me who can actually match me? Tell me who in IWF has had the year I’ve had, the career I’ve had. Jake Conway has been bench warming for months, snuggling his guaranteed title shot he “earned” after he “beat” Roberto Verona almost a year ago, too goddamn afraid to step forward and face me, he waits for a champion he thinks he can beat.
I say there is no competition because there is no competition.
Jake Conway could have declared his shot anytime he wanted from the moment Verona was stripped until right now but he hasn’t and why?
Because he’s too afraid.
He’s a coward.
He’s never been the top guy anywhere he has ever wrestled, he’s never been good enough to dominate like I have, he just doesn’t have what it takes.
The same can be said for Mike Laszlo, a man who waited until he felt the time was right to cash in his shot instead of challenging Verona straight up. A man who has continued to wait to make his return until we were in his home town, taking up the fight against the House but immediately returning back to the shadows.
Mike Laszlo is a coward.
He wants you to believe he’s a good guy, he wants you to think he does this for you but he’s just as selfish as I am the only difference is I’m the goddamn Imperial Champion and Mike Laszlo fucking wishes he was.
I don’t hide. I don’t wait. I actively seek out competition. I demand competition. I want to face the best to keep proving I’m the best. As for the best the IWF has to offer, what few of you there are left, you’re only the “best” because I haven’t beaten you yet.
YET!
And even with the odds against me and an opponent I can’t cunt on I’m walking into this match absolutely confident I can beat you because I know I’m the best in that ring, period.
Yeah, because that isn’t straight up bullshit.
And make no mistake I’ll be in that ring by myself because Noah Field is about as useful as a limp dick at a sperm bank. Sure he shows up but he has absolutely nothing to offer.
I should be used to defying the odds after the career I’ve had. I’m no one’s friend, I didn’t suck my way to the top, I didn’t make it big somewhere else and roll over all that hard work to here, I came in as a fresh face that no one heard of and earned every single thing I’ve got. Defying the odds is my middle god damn name.
No one likes me and I’m perfectly happy with that.
I prefer not being know as Spike Kane’s protégé or Angel Blake’s latest failure, I’d rather be Cable Arcane, the man who earned his moniker of Best in the World by actually wrestling all over the world and beating the best they had to offer.
While men like Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo have been sucking fame in NCW and IWF alone I’ve been out there facing men and women they wouldn’t last five seconds against. See, there is this whole misconception that IWF is the beginning and the end of the professional wrestling world. That is a lie that Roberto Verona promotes by trying to sign the biggest free agents in the world. But if you took a second to look around you’d notice the only names Verona has been able to grab are people you’ve never heard of and legends who never mattered.
Welcome back Alex Jones.
Meanwhile men like Jake Keeton, Captain Howdy and Dante Saffron are out there tearing the world apart with their matches but Roberto would have you believe because they aren’t wrestling here they don’t matter. Where as I take the counter point in that argument.
IWF doesn’t matter because they aren’t here.
It’s easy for men like Jake or Mike to consider themselves among the best when their competition is men like Andrew Jacobsen and Noah Field. They’ve never faced the best in the world. Even back in NCW, the great Adam Knite never signed anyone to a long term deal who could threaten his claim as the King, that’s why Brad Kane had such short stints on their roster and men like Captain Howdy weren’t even blips on the radar.
The “main event” of IWF is afraid to find out how they match up against anyone out side of their ever so tiny circle.
I’ve been on the outside. I’ve dominated on the outside. I’ve wrestled some of the best wrestles Mike Laszlo and Jake Conway have never heard of and beaten them. I’ve won, held and never lost championships from one end of this world to the other while Mike Laszlo sat on his Joker in the Pack title shot too afraid to cash in against Verona himself, instead waiting until he was too distracted with Conway to take his shot.
Fucking pitiful.
Most people wonder why I feel like there is no competition in IWF, well look around and tell me who can actually match me? Tell me who in IWF has had the year I’ve had, the career I’ve had. Jake Conway has been bench warming for months, snuggling his guaranteed title shot he “earned” after he “beat” Roberto Verona almost a year ago, too goddamn afraid to step forward and face me, he waits for a champion he thinks he can beat.
I say there is no competition because there is no competition.
Jake Conway could have declared his shot anytime he wanted from the moment Verona was stripped until right now but he hasn’t and why?
Because he’s too afraid.
He’s a coward.
He’s never been the top guy anywhere he has ever wrestled, he’s never been good enough to dominate like I have, he just doesn’t have what it takes.
The same can be said for Mike Laszlo, a man who waited until he felt the time was right to cash in his shot instead of challenging Verona straight up. A man who has continued to wait to make his return until we were in his home town, taking up the fight against the House but immediately returning back to the shadows.
Mike Laszlo is a coward.
He wants you to believe he’s a good guy, he wants you to think he does this for you but he’s just as selfish as I am the only difference is I’m the goddamn Imperial Champion and Mike Laszlo fucking wishes he was.
I don’t hide. I don’t wait. I actively seek out competition. I demand competition. I want to face the best to keep proving I’m the best. As for the best the IWF has to offer, what few of you there are left, you’re only the “best” because I haven’t beaten you yet.
YET!
And even with the odds against me and an opponent I can’t cunt on I’m walking into this match absolutely confident I can beat you because I know I’m the best in that ring, period.
2-2-17
11:50 AM
Plymouth, Connecticut.
His brother sat behind the same oak paneled desk their father had used for years, purchased from staples of course and so much the worse for wear after the move to this building but he couldn’t help but smile as looked at Alec. He looked so much like the old man in the pictures that surrounded him that he actually thought it was him.
”The prodigal son returns.” His brother snorts with a smile as he stands from behind the desk.
”Funny,” Cable replies. ”I used to think the same about you.” His brother raises an eyebrow at that comment.
”Yeah?” He asks with sincere surprise. ”Funny coming from you.”
”What’s the supposed to mean?” Cable asked as the two of them sat down, his brother behind the desk and Cable now in the very same chair he sat in as a teenager across from his father so many times.
”I just mean you were always dad’s favorite.” Cable actually laughed out loud at his brother after he said that.
”You’re kidding right?” He asked with a smile on his face. ”I’m one hundred percent sure he hated me.”
”Yeah? Well…” Alex trailed off into his own thoughts. ”Whenever we talked he always wanted to talk about you.”
That came as a shock to Cable, despite what he read in the note he still couldn’t fully comprehend that buried under a life time of animosity was a man who actually cared about him.
”Really?” Was about the only thing he could thing to say. ”Yeah.” His brother quickly replied.
”Look-“ Cable reached into the jacket of his form fitting grey three piece suit. ”I want to be a part of things.” He pulled out his check book.
”Are you fucking serious?” His brother sounded offended.
”What?” Cable asked, annoyed.
”You think you can just walk in here and what?” Alex scoffed in between questions. ”But your way into our father’s memory?”
”No.” Cable scoffed at the thought. ”I want to be partners. I pay half the shops debt, we both sign our names on as the new owners freeing this placer from the estate and together? He paused, thinking. ”We see if we can’t make this place into what dad always wanted.”
His brother actually seemed shocked. “What brought on this sudden change of heart?” He asked sincerely.
”I hated him for the wrong reasons, Alec. He couldn’t help but think about how this was the most real conversation they’ve ever had in their adult lives. ”And now I’d like to remember him for the right ones.”
Cable slid his check book back into his pocket. ”Look. I just want to do right by dad. If you need anything just let me know.” He started to get up and walk away but stopped. ”Or if you just want to catch up give me a call.”
His brother looked on with a little bit of shock on his face.
For the first time in a long time Cable actually felt good about himself which was entirely different than how one feels after winning a big match, he just felt good about himself as a person. But now he had another objective in mind, his father wanted him to have his old Charger, a car that had gone missing, he was told, before the auction of all his father’s worldly possessions and he had to find it…
There is a man I purposely left out of my above rant.
Alex Jones.
Unlike the rest of IWF’s “best” Alex Jones has actually made it a point to wrestle anywhere against anyone to further his own legacy. He isn’t content with being the best in IWF, he wants to be the best in the world, that’s why his contract isn’t exclusive, that’s why he holds gold everywhere else he goes.
Unfortunately Alex Jones buys into the bullshit that if you’re not the best in IWF then you’re simply not the best, period.
I honestly feel bad for Alex Jones, he measures his career against what he’s accomplished in IWF when he should really measure it against everything he’s ever done. I know I’m the best, not because I won the Imperial Champion, Heir to the throne and superstar of the year but because I’ve wrestled the best professional wrestler in the world and beaten them.
I beat them in Mexico City, I beat them in London, I beat them in Tokyo and I beat them right here in Imperial Wrestling.
If my career ended tomorrow I could walk away knowing there will never be someone as good as me because no one has ever done what I’ve done.
We can all pretend what happens outside of Sacrifice doesn’t matter but the internet has changed everything, the world isn’t as closed off as it used to be. That’s why I actually respect Alex Jones even if I don’t like him. I know he’s out in the world fighting to be the best there has ever been. Where as Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo are literally sitting on their asses waiting for an opportunity to fall into their laps.
Either man could have challenged me at any point but instead they wait.
And now they stand to pick up an easy win over me in what is essentially a three on one handi cap.
Congratulations guys, you really are the best IWF has to offer.
Scavengers.
Nothing more, nothing less.
One on one you wouldn’t last five minutes against me but in this match and this situation you can pick up an easy win and continue being the protected little pretties Roberto Verona promotes as the real stars of the show. It’s just too bad the entire world knows who the fans want to see and that’s me. A man who has wrestled every where against every one and is demanding to face the best, not because I’m an egotist but because I’ve already beaten everything the best promotion in the world has to offer.
As for Alex, a man I’ve beaten before outside of IWF, don’t take this possible win too seriously because one on one I’d leave you laying unconscious in the center of the ring.
No sleep. No rest. No mercy.
Alex Jones.
Unlike the rest of IWF’s “best” Alex Jones has actually made it a point to wrestle anywhere against anyone to further his own legacy. He isn’t content with being the best in IWF, he wants to be the best in the world, that’s why his contract isn’t exclusive, that’s why he holds gold everywhere else he goes.
Unfortunately Alex Jones buys into the bullshit that if you’re not the best in IWF then you’re simply not the best, period.
I honestly feel bad for Alex Jones, he measures his career against what he’s accomplished in IWF when he should really measure it against everything he’s ever done. I know I’m the best, not because I won the Imperial Champion, Heir to the throne and superstar of the year but because I’ve wrestled the best professional wrestler in the world and beaten them.
I beat them in Mexico City, I beat them in London, I beat them in Tokyo and I beat them right here in Imperial Wrestling.
If my career ended tomorrow I could walk away knowing there will never be someone as good as me because no one has ever done what I’ve done.
We can all pretend what happens outside of Sacrifice doesn’t matter but the internet has changed everything, the world isn’t as closed off as it used to be. That’s why I actually respect Alex Jones even if I don’t like him. I know he’s out in the world fighting to be the best there has ever been. Where as Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo are literally sitting on their asses waiting for an opportunity to fall into their laps.
Either man could have challenged me at any point but instead they wait.
And now they stand to pick up an easy win over me in what is essentially a three on one handi cap.
Congratulations guys, you really are the best IWF has to offer.
Scavengers.
Nothing more, nothing less.
One on one you wouldn’t last five minutes against me but in this match and this situation you can pick up an easy win and continue being the protected little pretties Roberto Verona promotes as the real stars of the show. It’s just too bad the entire world knows who the fans want to see and that’s me. A man who has wrestled every where against every one and is demanding to face the best, not because I’m an egotist but because I’ve already beaten everything the best promotion in the world has to offer.
As for Alex, a man I’ve beaten before outside of IWF, don’t take this possible win too seriously because one on one I’d leave you laying unconscious in the center of the ring.
No sleep. No rest. No mercy.
Well howdy there pardner.