Post by Cable Arcane on Apr 1, 2017 22:28:01 GMT
Interlude
We open backstage at the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri. Cable Arcane has only just won back the Imperial Championship after a Steel Cage Match with Noah Field, a Steel Cage Match that saw the newest member of the House of Howlett nearly cost Cable the match. We find Cable seated in the locker room on a bench, still in his wrestling gear with the Imperial Championship in his hands, his eyes locked on the center plate. He doesn’t look up when he speaks.
I did it.
There is no sense of victory in his voice, in fact he almost sounds defeated.
I did exactly what I said I was going to do and walked out of that Steel Cage with the Imperial Champion slung over my shoulder…
He looks up slowly with a burning hatred in his eyes.
But I didn’t do it by beating Noah Field to within an inch of his life, I didn’t do it by pinning him, submitting him or even by escaping the cage before him. I did it because his and Laura’s little plan blew up in their faces.
He stands up and hoists the belt over his head.
I didn’t earn this!
With that he drops the Imperial Champion on the floor.
The only reason I have that belt is because that big lumbering moron you hired to try and plug the holes by myself, Zasshu and Spike Kane didn’t know his own strength and threw me straight through the wall! I honestly don’t give a shit that you once again tried to cheat to defeat me, I expected it, that’s why I told the ref to eject the blond haired whore before the bell even rang. What pisses me off is I am now holding a championship that means nothing to me!
I am the Best in the World!
And the belt is supposed to prove it!
But I didn’t prove a goddamn thing Sunday night.
And until I beat Noah Field straight up with no bullshit I refuse to wear that Imperial Championship. I refuse to call myself a paper champion. I refuse to represent this company when I did not earn what I have. I want there to be no question who is the best in this company today and as of right now there are a whole lot of questions. Maybe not among the crowd, maybe not among the boys in the back but to me, I haven’t answered the question of if I am better than Noah Field.
His chest heaves in and out as he speaks, he is dead serious.
Which brings us to Monday Night and this tag team match that management has booked. Noah Field and I versus a former brother in the house, Zasshu and his new partner, Malo. I get what IWF is trying to do. It’s the same thing they were trying to do last time they teamed us together. They are trying to create drama, suspense, can Noah Field and Cable Arcane work together long enough to secure a victory.
The answer is no.
I will not help Noah Field further his own career by working with him to win this match. He’ll be damn lucky if I don’t kick his fucking head off and feed him to the Bueno Club. Honestly, I haven’t decided. I know I will go to that ring and I will wrestle my opponents because that is my job and that is what I love to do but I will not help Noah win. I will not watch his hand be raised in victory. I will either defeat the Bueno Club all on my own or I will rip Noah Field to shreds the second he steps into my ring.
I haven’t yet decided.
Cable takes a deep breath trying to calm himself but he’s obviously very worked up.
I know I’m supposed to stand here and verbally rip the Bueno Club apart but I really don’t feel like it. Zasshu saw something in Laura Howlett, that burning darkness for betrayal before any of us saw it. He freed himself from her demon like clutches before anyone else, he escaped, he bettered himself, he found a partner who actually cares about him as opposed to ones who are paid to.
I envy that.
My whole career it’s always been me against the world.
Even when I was teaming with Gjenrei and we were trying to make our way in the tag team division, I didn’t really care about him. He was just a guy I knew I could trust to have my back, he wasn’t my friend, we didn’t hang out after shows, we never socialized, he was just a guy I knew would be there when I needed to tag out. I can’t even say that much for Angel Blake’s little stable of hellraisers, that was a mistake from beginning to end on my part and I don’t have an excuse for it.
Blake damn near ended my career.
No one wanted to book me after I was released because that painted up mother fucker made me look like such a chump it wasn’t even funny. But Zasshu? You got out before it was too late. You broke those shackles and walked the hell away before Laura either ruined your career or devoured what was left of your soul.
And that was all thanks to Malo.
A man who saw in you the light when you didn’t even know it was still there. Ignorant as he may be he still stood by your side even when you were tasked with ending his career. That is a true friend, something I’ll be honest to admit I have never had. The two of you, Bueno Club, win or lose will pick each other and keep fighting because professional wrestling is what you were put on this Earth to do. Neither of you have ever wrestled for the money or the fame, you were both perfectly happy wrestling in front of dozens or hundreds of people.
I honestly wish there were more people like you in the business.
He pauses before looking away.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so focused on being the best that I could actually enjoy what I do like the two of you but that wasn’t how I was raised…
I’m not content with just showing up.
I’m not happy just being able to step into a ring.
I want more than just the opportunity to perform.
I want to be the best professional wrestler who has ever lived. I want the record books to state that there is none greater than Cable Arcane. I want the generations that come after me to seek to surpass me. I want this whole damn sport to hold me up as their goddamn icon, their staple, their king. I want to be the undisputed Best in the World.
And I cannot stop until I have achieved that. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care who I have to go through. I don’t care how much I bleed, hurt or suffer. I will not stop until this whole goddamn planet recognizes me as the absolute Best, period!
I don’t know what that means for our match this week. As much as I want to win this on my own I also want to see Noah Field with his head on backward vomiting blood from his mouth.
Maybe there’s a happy medium.
He almost smirks as he says that.
End of the day it’s back to basics for Cable Arcane.
Me against the World.
And I’ll burn this whole bitch down if I have to.
No sleep. No rest. No mercy.
Cable walks out of shot with nothing else left to say and leaves the Imperial Championship laying on the floor where he dropped it. We focus in on the center plate and the name stamped into it, Noah Field…
We open backstage at the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri. Cable Arcane has only just won back the Imperial Championship after a Steel Cage Match with Noah Field, a Steel Cage Match that saw the newest member of the House of Howlett nearly cost Cable the match. We find Cable seated in the locker room on a bench, still in his wrestling gear with the Imperial Championship in his hands, his eyes locked on the center plate. He doesn’t look up when he speaks.
I did it.
There is no sense of victory in his voice, in fact he almost sounds defeated.
I did exactly what I said I was going to do and walked out of that Steel Cage with the Imperial Champion slung over my shoulder…
He looks up slowly with a burning hatred in his eyes.
But I didn’t do it by beating Noah Field to within an inch of his life, I didn’t do it by pinning him, submitting him or even by escaping the cage before him. I did it because his and Laura’s little plan blew up in their faces.
He stands up and hoists the belt over his head.
I didn’t earn this!
With that he drops the Imperial Champion on the floor.
The only reason I have that belt is because that big lumbering moron you hired to try and plug the holes by myself, Zasshu and Spike Kane didn’t know his own strength and threw me straight through the wall! I honestly don’t give a shit that you once again tried to cheat to defeat me, I expected it, that’s why I told the ref to eject the blond haired whore before the bell even rang. What pisses me off is I am now holding a championship that means nothing to me!
I am the Best in the World!
And the belt is supposed to prove it!
But I didn’t prove a goddamn thing Sunday night.
And until I beat Noah Field straight up with no bullshit I refuse to wear that Imperial Championship. I refuse to call myself a paper champion. I refuse to represent this company when I did not earn what I have. I want there to be no question who is the best in this company today and as of right now there are a whole lot of questions. Maybe not among the crowd, maybe not among the boys in the back but to me, I haven’t answered the question of if I am better than Noah Field.
His chest heaves in and out as he speaks, he is dead serious.
Which brings us to Monday Night and this tag team match that management has booked. Noah Field and I versus a former brother in the house, Zasshu and his new partner, Malo. I get what IWF is trying to do. It’s the same thing they were trying to do last time they teamed us together. They are trying to create drama, suspense, can Noah Field and Cable Arcane work together long enough to secure a victory.
The answer is no.
I will not help Noah Field further his own career by working with him to win this match. He’ll be damn lucky if I don’t kick his fucking head off and feed him to the Bueno Club. Honestly, I haven’t decided. I know I will go to that ring and I will wrestle my opponents because that is my job and that is what I love to do but I will not help Noah win. I will not watch his hand be raised in victory. I will either defeat the Bueno Club all on my own or I will rip Noah Field to shreds the second he steps into my ring.
I haven’t yet decided.
Cable takes a deep breath trying to calm himself but he’s obviously very worked up.
I know I’m supposed to stand here and verbally rip the Bueno Club apart but I really don’t feel like it. Zasshu saw something in Laura Howlett, that burning darkness for betrayal before any of us saw it. He freed himself from her demon like clutches before anyone else, he escaped, he bettered himself, he found a partner who actually cares about him as opposed to ones who are paid to.
I envy that.
My whole career it’s always been me against the world.
Even when I was teaming with Gjenrei and we were trying to make our way in the tag team division, I didn’t really care about him. He was just a guy I knew I could trust to have my back, he wasn’t my friend, we didn’t hang out after shows, we never socialized, he was just a guy I knew would be there when I needed to tag out. I can’t even say that much for Angel Blake’s little stable of hellraisers, that was a mistake from beginning to end on my part and I don’t have an excuse for it.
Blake damn near ended my career.
No one wanted to book me after I was released because that painted up mother fucker made me look like such a chump it wasn’t even funny. But Zasshu? You got out before it was too late. You broke those shackles and walked the hell away before Laura either ruined your career or devoured what was left of your soul.
And that was all thanks to Malo.
A man who saw in you the light when you didn’t even know it was still there. Ignorant as he may be he still stood by your side even when you were tasked with ending his career. That is a true friend, something I’ll be honest to admit I have never had. The two of you, Bueno Club, win or lose will pick each other and keep fighting because professional wrestling is what you were put on this Earth to do. Neither of you have ever wrestled for the money or the fame, you were both perfectly happy wrestling in front of dozens or hundreds of people.
I honestly wish there were more people like you in the business.
He pauses before looking away.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so focused on being the best that I could actually enjoy what I do like the two of you but that wasn’t how I was raised…
I’m not content with just showing up.
I’m not happy just being able to step into a ring.
I want more than just the opportunity to perform.
I want to be the best professional wrestler who has ever lived. I want the record books to state that there is none greater than Cable Arcane. I want the generations that come after me to seek to surpass me. I want this whole damn sport to hold me up as their goddamn icon, their staple, their king. I want to be the undisputed Best in the World.
And I cannot stop until I have achieved that. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care who I have to go through. I don’t care how much I bleed, hurt or suffer. I will not stop until this whole goddamn planet recognizes me as the absolute Best, period!
I don’t know what that means for our match this week. As much as I want to win this on my own I also want to see Noah Field with his head on backward vomiting blood from his mouth.
Maybe there’s a happy medium.
He almost smirks as he says that.
End of the day it’s back to basics for Cable Arcane.
Me against the World.
And I’ll burn this whole bitch down if I have to.
No sleep. No rest. No mercy.
Cable walks out of shot with nothing else left to say and leaves the Imperial Championship laying on the floor where he dropped it. We focus in on the center plate and the name stamped into it, Noah Field…
Well howdy there pardner.