Post by Cable Arcane on Jun 8, 2017 1:32:59 GMT
Backstory.
You ever meet someone who has such a lasting impact on your life that even years later you still find yourself thinking about them the moment before you fall asleep?
It could just be me, I'm sure there are a fair number of people who would say I'm crazy, not exactly Spike Kane "pretend to have cancer" crazy but crazy enough. Regardless there was someone in my life a long time ago who made such an impact on me. Someone who even three plus years later I still wonder about.
Abigail Holland.
Like any run of mill doomed love story we met when we were in high school, too young to understand what life and love really was and too stupid to even really care. We fell hard and fast, each the other’s first love, we shared everything from our first kiss to our first time intimately, we were inseparable. She followed me when I made the decision to train to become a professional wrestler, standing right by my side, putting her own dreams on hold to share in mine.
Abby was my absolute everything.
Of course that was before I knew other women found me attractive.
Neither of us had ever even dreamed of being with another person, we didn’t think it was possible but then the light of my life was cast by a darkness that began tugging at me, another young and dumb child with loins full of lust. She didn’t care about love or being with someone forever, she was about sex 24/7 and that appealed to my adolescent mind. What I had with her wasn't special, it wasn't emotional, we purely satisfied mutual carnal desires and when Abby found out, when I saw the way I had crushed her heart like a piece of paper...
It broke me...
And even then she stuck by me, believed me when I said it was over but it wasn’t over. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and like a crack addict I wanted more.
After Abby I went through an extended dark period, I’m not trying to blame her, I’m well aware I dug my own grave but the spiral that began with giving into lust saw me thrust right out the door of the IWF where I sulk in the hole I’d dug for quite some time. Even then I hadn’t truly hit rock bottom, unable to admit it was my own fault I carried on with my self destructive tendencies until I face planted on rock bottom with literally nothing and no one. For a long time I made my home in the back seats of friends cars or on vacant alley ways and park benches.
Still every night I would see her face just before my eyes closed and think about how royally I had screwed my own life over.
For a long time my heart would ache at the thought of her, of where she was, who she was with, how much happier I assured myself her life had become until one day I told myself I didn't care anymore. Every time her face or name would come to mind I would push it out, focus on literally anything else I could think of, wrestling, cardio, anything until the name Abigail Holland faded into background noise.
Obviously there have been other women since Abby, I have no idea how many, I'm slightly ashamed to admit to a few one night stands with women I'd met just outside of a venue. As a presumably adult individual reading this I'm sure you all understand there are certain needs that can only be met by another person. The thing was, whether it was long term or short term, on a subconscious level no one else has ever been able to match up to her in my mind.
I even laughed out loud once in an ex girlfriend’s face. We were discussing politics, the young lady was woefully mis-informed about the political landscape and the only thing I could think was "Abby would never let me dominate this conversation" she was always up on her facts whether we agreed or not.
It was never intentional, it's not as if I walked around looking for a replacement, it was just one of those things I'd find myself doing before I could make myself stop.
Long story short, time never really healed that wound.
It was that realization that hit me as I stood in that jail cell holding my phone scrolling through all the names on the contact list. Of everyone I’ve known before or since there wasn't a single person I could think to call that would be willing to help me. Whether they were my connections from the House of Howlett or the boys from KIWA, every single person was going to want something from me except...
Abigail Holland.
I know I took the long way to getting to this point but I wanted everyone reading this to understand exactly why it was so hard for me to reach out to her for help.
I betrayed her, I betrayed everything she thought our relationship stood for and I didn't do it just once. My affair lasted for months before and after she found out about it. There was no reason in the world for her to help me now but there was no one else in the world I trusted to save my ass.
If Abby couldn't help me out of this then maybe I didn't deserve to be saved, at least that was the depressive mindset I had when I hit the send button...
So this is how it's going to be?
Roberto Verona coins a fancy new catchphrase like "New Dawn" and suddenly 2017 HALL OF FAME INDUCTEE, Cable Arcane isn't good enough to be a part of the tournament he DOMINATED last year, the Heir to the Throne?
Because of the so called "New Dawn", Cable Arcane the ONE and ONLY two time Imperial Champion who has lost less matches than James Gilmore has won has to take a back seat to the entire roster for the duration of the Heir to the Throne?
Cable Arcane.
The Best in the World.
A man even wrestling stalwarts like Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen have to admit they respect because of my undeniable drive and determination. A man who crawled from beneath the boot heel of IWF and became one of the most must see athletes in the entirety of professional wrestling. A man who has stepped into the ring with literally the best our business has to offer and beaten them in resounding fashion.
He has to take a back seat to the "New Dawn."
The "NEW" Dawn.
Which consists of Xavier Cross...
Trent Helms...
Jake Conway...
Jayson Matthews...
Bob Pooler...
Oh and the man who defeated me for the Imperial Championship, Andrew Jacobsen.
Am I the only one who feels like they accidentally walked into an NCW reunion show?
You can't brand your product as "NEW" then populate it with the failed names and faces of a dead company you raided to support your roster FOUR YEARS ago when the doors opened.
I don't know what I find more insulting, the fact I have to sit out this year’s Heir to the Throne in favor of a Chris Hemsworth wannabe or that Roberto Verona thinks he can actually deny me my position on top of this company.
I dominated IWF for the last year, completely unchallenged and if you think that is going to change because you've given your company a cute new nickname you are sorely mistaken. I will do this year what I did all of last year and work my way through the roster until there is no other choice but to put me back in the ring with Andrew Jacobsen.
And when that day comes...
Enough about the "NEW" Dawn and my future. Let's talk about something a little more pressing. Let's talk about two men who believe they are in my league. Let's talk about a man claiming to be a god and a man claiming to have beaten a god.
You honestly think you're better than me Spike, former "GOD" of Steel Champion?
Multiple time Hall of Fame wrestler?
Why, because you latched your claws into the Man of Steel Championship as hard as you could and held onto it far longer than anyone else has in the history of this company?
Congratulations, that is quite the impressive accomplishment.
But while you were doing what you do better than anyone else in IWF, I was doing what I do better than ANYONE ON THIS PLANET.
While you were beating skulls against steel I was stepping into a professional wrestling ring and out performing my opponents on a nightly, weekly and monthly basis. While you were an important part of our touring brand I was carrying this company on my broad shoulders to sell out arenas all over the planet and record breaking network subscriptions. While Spike Kane was living his most extreme fantasy come true I was living the dream of every man or woman who has ever thought about lacing up a pair of boots.
I didn't get into this business to be the most brutal, hard core, extreme sadistic deity the world has ever known.
I got into this business to be the best professional wrestler on the planet.
And for the entirety of your run as Man of Steel Champion I was exactly that.
While you may think its fear inducing to bloody your opponents with barbaric weapons, crucify helpless idiots or drag your family tragedies through the mud on an almost hourly basis the only thing I think is how sad, miserable and lonely you must really fucking be.
Like an attention sucking whore you jump at the opportunity to prove to the world just how crazy you really are.
LOOK SPIKE KANE FAKED CANCER!
LOOK SPIKE KANE CUT OFF A GUYS FINGER!
LOOK! Spike Kane's son died tragically and it was all his fucking fault.
Look at the sad little man as he parades his problems for the world to see.
Look... And laugh at how pitiful he is.
Honestly Spike, the only thing fearsome about you is how badly you want all of us to give a shit about the life of Spike Kane. Like a bad Lifetime special you leech of your own tragedies to the point of parody.
I don't have to dance around like a barbed wire wrapped monkey to get the masses to pay attention to me, they just fucking do because I'm that GODDAMN GOOD!
Of course it would be rude of me to brush off the man who did something moderately impressive three years ago and hasn't gone a day without reminding us about it.
Mike Laszlo.
Tell me Mike, what exactly have you been doing since failing to capture the Imperial Championship last year? What was oh so important that you didn't find yourself constantly training to get better so that when the moment came you would actually be prepared? What was so distracting, so enticing, so enthralling that for the ten months I was standing atop the Imperial Wrestling Federation you were nowhere to be found?
Steve Awesome?
Was that who got your attention?
While I do understand how his impeccable abs may be a bit distracting for someone such as yourself I do find it rather hard to believe if you were as dedicated to your craft as you claim that you would be anywhere but inside of a professional wrestling ring, barring death or dismemberment.
I could have sulked off into the darkness like you after losing the Imperial Championship, hid and licked my wounds until people forgot about my defeat and rose again pretending to be a triumphant hero like the "NEW" Dawn's Jake Conway but I didn't. Instead I stepped right back out into the spot light and demanded my place in the Heir to the Throne. When that was denied I demanded a match against the self-proclaimed God of Xtreme just to prove who is the most dominate professional wrestler in IWF.
I'm not content with being second, third or fourth best. I'm not content sitting back and watching other people live out their fantasies. I'm not content with being thought of as anything less than the Best in the World.
Perhaps that's ok with you, collect a check and run but for me?
It's unacceptable.
I don't want my name to be known for doing one great thing, I don't want my legacy to be dominating a niche style, I don't want to be Spike Kane or Mike Laszlo, forever living in the shadows of my past.
I want my career to be forever building like a crescendo that never peaks and when it is finally all over there will be no doubt in the minds of the people who come after that I was the single greatest man to ever step into the squared circle.
What that means for you, Laszlo, is that you're out matched. You've never aspired to be anything greater than what you already are, a forgotten champion who once had all the potential in the world. You squandered your potential to bask in a single success and have never and will never retain that career high.
You are the epitome of flash in the pan.
A fact I will make painfully clear for you and the rest of the world when I not just defeat you but humiliate you inside of my ring.
Unlike Spike, who I can at least respect for being the best at something; even if it is garbage pale wrestling; I don't respect a single damn thing about you.
You're lazy.
Conceded.
And incredibly ignorant of your own flaws.
I will expose you on Sacrifice for the mediocre athlete and professional wrestler you are before tossing you back under a rock, ready to wait until next year...
Only I'll still be here.
Still getting better.
While you stay the same.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Roberto Verona coins a fancy new catchphrase like "New Dawn" and suddenly 2017 HALL OF FAME INDUCTEE, Cable Arcane isn't good enough to be a part of the tournament he DOMINATED last year, the Heir to the Throne?
Because of the so called "New Dawn", Cable Arcane the ONE and ONLY two time Imperial Champion who has lost less matches than James Gilmore has won has to take a back seat to the entire roster for the duration of the Heir to the Throne?
Cable Arcane.
The Best in the World.
A man even wrestling stalwarts like Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen have to admit they respect because of my undeniable drive and determination. A man who crawled from beneath the boot heel of IWF and became one of the most must see athletes in the entirety of professional wrestling. A man who has stepped into the ring with literally the best our business has to offer and beaten them in resounding fashion.
He has to take a back seat to the "New Dawn."
The "NEW" Dawn.
Which consists of Xavier Cross...
Trent Helms...
Jake Conway...
Jayson Matthews...
Bob Pooler...
Oh and the man who defeated me for the Imperial Championship, Andrew Jacobsen.
Am I the only one who feels like they accidentally walked into an NCW reunion show?
You can't brand your product as "NEW" then populate it with the failed names and faces of a dead company you raided to support your roster FOUR YEARS ago when the doors opened.
I don't know what I find more insulting, the fact I have to sit out this year’s Heir to the Throne in favor of a Chris Hemsworth wannabe or that Roberto Verona thinks he can actually deny me my position on top of this company.
I dominated IWF for the last year, completely unchallenged and if you think that is going to change because you've given your company a cute new nickname you are sorely mistaken. I will do this year what I did all of last year and work my way through the roster until there is no other choice but to put me back in the ring with Andrew Jacobsen.
And when that day comes...
Enough about the "NEW" Dawn and my future. Let's talk about something a little more pressing. Let's talk about two men who believe they are in my league. Let's talk about a man claiming to be a god and a man claiming to have beaten a god.
You honestly think you're better than me Spike, former "GOD" of Steel Champion?
Multiple time Hall of Fame wrestler?
Why, because you latched your claws into the Man of Steel Championship as hard as you could and held onto it far longer than anyone else has in the history of this company?
Congratulations, that is quite the impressive accomplishment.
But while you were doing what you do better than anyone else in IWF, I was doing what I do better than ANYONE ON THIS PLANET.
While you were beating skulls against steel I was stepping into a professional wrestling ring and out performing my opponents on a nightly, weekly and monthly basis. While you were an important part of our touring brand I was carrying this company on my broad shoulders to sell out arenas all over the planet and record breaking network subscriptions. While Spike Kane was living his most extreme fantasy come true I was living the dream of every man or woman who has ever thought about lacing up a pair of boots.
I didn't get into this business to be the most brutal, hard core, extreme sadistic deity the world has ever known.
I got into this business to be the best professional wrestler on the planet.
And for the entirety of your run as Man of Steel Champion I was exactly that.
While you may think its fear inducing to bloody your opponents with barbaric weapons, crucify helpless idiots or drag your family tragedies through the mud on an almost hourly basis the only thing I think is how sad, miserable and lonely you must really fucking be.
Like an attention sucking whore you jump at the opportunity to prove to the world just how crazy you really are.
LOOK SPIKE KANE FAKED CANCER!
LOOK SPIKE KANE CUT OFF A GUYS FINGER!
LOOK! Spike Kane's son died tragically and it was all his fucking fault.
Look at the sad little man as he parades his problems for the world to see.
Look... And laugh at how pitiful he is.
Honestly Spike, the only thing fearsome about you is how badly you want all of us to give a shit about the life of Spike Kane. Like a bad Lifetime special you leech of your own tragedies to the point of parody.
I don't have to dance around like a barbed wire wrapped monkey to get the masses to pay attention to me, they just fucking do because I'm that GODDAMN GOOD!
Of course it would be rude of me to brush off the man who did something moderately impressive three years ago and hasn't gone a day without reminding us about it.
Mike Laszlo.
Tell me Mike, what exactly have you been doing since failing to capture the Imperial Championship last year? What was oh so important that you didn't find yourself constantly training to get better so that when the moment came you would actually be prepared? What was so distracting, so enticing, so enthralling that for the ten months I was standing atop the Imperial Wrestling Federation you were nowhere to be found?
Steve Awesome?
Was that who got your attention?
While I do understand how his impeccable abs may be a bit distracting for someone such as yourself I do find it rather hard to believe if you were as dedicated to your craft as you claim that you would be anywhere but inside of a professional wrestling ring, barring death or dismemberment.
I could have sulked off into the darkness like you after losing the Imperial Championship, hid and licked my wounds until people forgot about my defeat and rose again pretending to be a triumphant hero like the "NEW" Dawn's Jake Conway but I didn't. Instead I stepped right back out into the spot light and demanded my place in the Heir to the Throne. When that was denied I demanded a match against the self-proclaimed God of Xtreme just to prove who is the most dominate professional wrestler in IWF.
I'm not content with being second, third or fourth best. I'm not content sitting back and watching other people live out their fantasies. I'm not content with being thought of as anything less than the Best in the World.
Perhaps that's ok with you, collect a check and run but for me?
It's unacceptable.
I don't want my name to be known for doing one great thing, I don't want my legacy to be dominating a niche style, I don't want to be Spike Kane or Mike Laszlo, forever living in the shadows of my past.
I want my career to be forever building like a crescendo that never peaks and when it is finally all over there will be no doubt in the minds of the people who come after that I was the single greatest man to ever step into the squared circle.
What that means for you, Laszlo, is that you're out matched. You've never aspired to be anything greater than what you already are, a forgotten champion who once had all the potential in the world. You squandered your potential to bask in a single success and have never and will never retain that career high.
You are the epitome of flash in the pan.
A fact I will make painfully clear for you and the rest of the world when I not just defeat you but humiliate you inside of my ring.
Unlike Spike, who I can at least respect for being the best at something; even if it is garbage pale wrestling; I don't respect a single damn thing about you.
You're lazy.
Conceded.
And incredibly ignorant of your own flaws.
I will expose you on Sacrifice for the mediocre athlete and professional wrestler you are before tossing you back under a rock, ready to wait until next year...
Only I'll still be here.
Still getting better.
While you stay the same.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Well howdy there pardner.