Post by Cable Arcane on Jun 23, 2017 0:47:25 GMT
It always amuses me when someone disillusioned enough to call themselves a “GOD” accuse someone else of arrogance.
Arrogant as if that is an insult. Tell me, what is arrogant about returning to a company after years away and not just winning their top belt but dominating their main event scene? What’s arrogant about going damn near undefeated for an entire year? What’s arrogant about attaining a goal no other man has ever been able to reach?
I’m not arrogant, I’m confident.
Confident in my skills as a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER!
And that’s why someone like Spike Kane, the “GOD” of Xtreme or the “GOD” of Steel has to throw around hollow accusations and lazy insults.
Spike Kane is not a professional wrestler.
Spike Kane is not remembered for having classic matches or over coming the odds against a technically superior athlete. Spike Kane is remembered for crucifying a man, cutting off a man’s finger, for trying to kill his brother and his son, Spike Kane is remembered for being the greatest pin cushion that has ever lived.
And I give my congratulations and respect to Spike Kane. I have never desired to be what he is, I have never claimed to be what he is, I have never even entertained the thought of being what he is.
Spike Kane lite? That’s what you called me?
Spike, you couldn’t pay me enough to wrestle in one of your suicidal matches and can I tell you why?
Because I respect the sport of professional wrestling.
I didn’t step out of my backyard and into a ring to prove I can swing a flaming barbed wire wrapped chair with grenades duct taped to it better than anyone else in the world. I stepped into a professional wrestling ring to prove I was the best wrestler in the world. And while you sat here in IWF coasting on your razor wire wrapped ego of destruction porn I was WRESTLING against some of the greatest athletes in our sport.
No, I’m not Spike Kane, I will never be Spike Kane and I never want to be Spike Kane.
I never want to be a man known for SPOTS and HARD CORE wrestling. I want to be known as the best pure athlete this business has ever seen and so far I’m known as just that. I don’t need to whip out a steel chair or a nail encrusted bat to prove my point. I step into a ring and I out wrestle the competition each and every week.
And that is why Spike Kane has to sling mud from that ridiculous throne he places himself on top of. I am exactly what Spike Kane has always wanted to be.
A RESPECTED PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER.
I made my name all over this planet doing exactly what Spike Kane has never been capable of and out wrestling the best the world has to over. I rose to the top in promotion after promotion by skill and determination alone never once turning to a chair or a table to gain an advantage. Spike Kane has always desired to be known as more than the “GOD” of Xtreme but when it comes to straight up wrestling someone like me?
Spike Kane just can’t cut it.
That’s why you saw our triple threat match devolve into mayhem. Spike Kane couldn’t compete with me inside those ropes with the rules intact. Spike Kane had to take the fight to the outside where he felt comfortable and had weapons at his finger tips. Without his precious weapons to hide his flaws as a professional wrestler Spike Kane is nothing.
Spike Kane is a living high light reel of everything wrong with professional wrestling from the late ninties.
A relic that has survived to the present day still thriving on destruction porn.
Spike Kane is the wrestling equivalent of a Michael Bay movie.
All explosions, no substance.
Anytime you want to have a real wrestling match against a real wrestler, I’m standing right here Spike. I don’t fear you. I don’t sweat you for a single fucking second because I know within the confines of a professional wrestling match I would beat you and tap you ten times out of ten. Without a chair to swing or a table to light you’re just as inept and worthless inside of a ring as that one eyed loser, JamesG Gilmore.
But hey, if it’s praise you want I’ll give it to you.
Congratulations on holding the Man of Steel title longer than anyone has held anything.
That’s impressive.
But if the man makes the belt then that probably explains why your competition was about as challenging as an ant. A reign built on wins over men like Falcon… Dre Cutler… And Johnny Gillmen….
Wait…
Didn’t you mock my reign for defending against Falcon… Dre Cutler… And Todd Williams?
The sad fact is I beat everyone you beat and I did it within the confines of a REAL PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING MATCH. Perhaps you’re jealous you needed a cage and special rules to beat Dre Cutler and Falcon or perhaps you’re just jealous that no matter how hard you try you will never be thought of and respected as I am…
AS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!
Chapter Four.
Arrogant as if that is an insult. Tell me, what is arrogant about returning to a company after years away and not just winning their top belt but dominating their main event scene? What’s arrogant about going damn near undefeated for an entire year? What’s arrogant about attaining a goal no other man has ever been able to reach?
I’m not arrogant, I’m confident.
Confident in my skills as a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER!
And that’s why someone like Spike Kane, the “GOD” of Xtreme or the “GOD” of Steel has to throw around hollow accusations and lazy insults.
Spike Kane is not a professional wrestler.
Spike Kane is not remembered for having classic matches or over coming the odds against a technically superior athlete. Spike Kane is remembered for crucifying a man, cutting off a man’s finger, for trying to kill his brother and his son, Spike Kane is remembered for being the greatest pin cushion that has ever lived.
And I give my congratulations and respect to Spike Kane. I have never desired to be what he is, I have never claimed to be what he is, I have never even entertained the thought of being what he is.
Spike Kane lite? That’s what you called me?
Spike, you couldn’t pay me enough to wrestle in one of your suicidal matches and can I tell you why?
Because I respect the sport of professional wrestling.
I didn’t step out of my backyard and into a ring to prove I can swing a flaming barbed wire wrapped chair with grenades duct taped to it better than anyone else in the world. I stepped into a professional wrestling ring to prove I was the best wrestler in the world. And while you sat here in IWF coasting on your razor wire wrapped ego of destruction porn I was WRESTLING against some of the greatest athletes in our sport.
No, I’m not Spike Kane, I will never be Spike Kane and I never want to be Spike Kane.
I never want to be a man known for SPOTS and HARD CORE wrestling. I want to be known as the best pure athlete this business has ever seen and so far I’m known as just that. I don’t need to whip out a steel chair or a nail encrusted bat to prove my point. I step into a ring and I out wrestle the competition each and every week.
And that is why Spike Kane has to sling mud from that ridiculous throne he places himself on top of. I am exactly what Spike Kane has always wanted to be.
A RESPECTED PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER.
I made my name all over this planet doing exactly what Spike Kane has never been capable of and out wrestling the best the world has to over. I rose to the top in promotion after promotion by skill and determination alone never once turning to a chair or a table to gain an advantage. Spike Kane has always desired to be known as more than the “GOD” of Xtreme but when it comes to straight up wrestling someone like me?
Spike Kane just can’t cut it.
That’s why you saw our triple threat match devolve into mayhem. Spike Kane couldn’t compete with me inside those ropes with the rules intact. Spike Kane had to take the fight to the outside where he felt comfortable and had weapons at his finger tips. Without his precious weapons to hide his flaws as a professional wrestler Spike Kane is nothing.
Spike Kane is a living high light reel of everything wrong with professional wrestling from the late ninties.
A relic that has survived to the present day still thriving on destruction porn.
Spike Kane is the wrestling equivalent of a Michael Bay movie.
All explosions, no substance.
Anytime you want to have a real wrestling match against a real wrestler, I’m standing right here Spike. I don’t fear you. I don’t sweat you for a single fucking second because I know within the confines of a professional wrestling match I would beat you and tap you ten times out of ten. Without a chair to swing or a table to light you’re just as inept and worthless inside of a ring as that one eyed loser, JamesG Gilmore.
But hey, if it’s praise you want I’ll give it to you.
Congratulations on holding the Man of Steel title longer than anyone has held anything.
That’s impressive.
But if the man makes the belt then that probably explains why your competition was about as challenging as an ant. A reign built on wins over men like Falcon… Dre Cutler… And Johnny Gillmen….
Wait…
Didn’t you mock my reign for defending against Falcon… Dre Cutler… And Todd Williams?
The sad fact is I beat everyone you beat and I did it within the confines of a REAL PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING MATCH. Perhaps you’re jealous you needed a cage and special rules to beat Dre Cutler and Falcon or perhaps you’re just jealous that no matter how hard you try you will never be thought of and respected as I am…
AS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!
Chapter Four.
February 27th, 201717
New Orleans, Louisiana
Abby was completely speechless as I told her my story. I did everything I could to subdue my doubts and simply present her with the facts, after all, Detective Picard was listening to my every word and even though he seemed to be the nicer of the dynamic duo I still didn’t trust him with my personal thoughts.
When I was finally finished she just uttered “I’m on my way.” And for some reason that alleviated all my worries for the moment as the call ended.
“Finished?” Detective Picard asked with a concerned look on his face.
“I think so, for now.” I said trying to keep my composure but my anxiety started to rise again.
“If you need to make another call, just let me know.” Detective Smith was really a sweet heart, it was clear he believed in people in a way his partner didn’t. This was the kind of guy I’d hoped all police officers were like.
“Thanks.” I said as I switched off my iphone and handed it back over to Detective Smith.
I’d come to wish every member of law enforcement was just like Detective Smith, a man just doing his best to see the good in every situation but I’d soon come to learn that the vast majority were more like his jaded partner.
Smith walked away down the hall way but I wasn’t alone for long as his partner came to boast. Detective Picard was to me a sad little man who got into police work for all the wrong reasons. As he sauntered to the door of my cell I held back a sigh knowing this was going to be more bad news uttered with a smile.
“So clearly your parole hearing won’t be until the morning,” Picard said with a sly grin “Do you need anything before lights out?”
For a second I thought he was serious. “Actually I’m pretty hun-“
“Well goodnight!” Smith said as he waved off in the distance and all the lights suddenly went out. Smith whistled to himself as he walked away from my cell with a now lit flash light, I couldn’t help but think about how badly I’d beat the shit out of him inside of a ring.
Those thoughts quickly faded as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I was alone, truly alone for the first time since this all started. No one would be coming to check in on me. It was just me, my thoughts and the darkness.
I made my way over to the steel slab sticking out of the wall that would be my bed for the evening. It was incredibly uncomfortable, no pillow, no sheet, it was literally a thick piece of steel attached to the wall.
The longest day of my life was finally coming to an end as I lay upon cold steel staring into nothingness. My every word and thought was coming into question. I found myself thinking about what I was accused of and if that was even possible.
Could I have killed someone?
At some point in everyone’s life I’m sure we think about killing someone. Just like random sex fantasy I’m sure we’ve all considered just beating someone to the point they stop breathing but I couldn’t fathom doing that and not truly remembering. I knew I’d struck someone that night, a rowdy fan taking liberties with the sports entertainment aspect of our business but I’d also seen him get up and walk away…
I saw this man walk away.
But now they are telling me he died in a hospital from the injuries he’d received at my hands.
I didn’t believe it then, I don’t believe it now but that night with darkness all around me, I wondered if it was possible.
Did I kill someone?
I have been waiting for this moment for a long time…
No, scratch that. I have been begging for this moment for a long time. Ever since Roberto Verona made it a point to interrupt my Imperial Championship celebration and declare himself the “legitimate” Imperial Champion.
Roberto Verona has ducked and dodged my challenges, using excuse after excuse to get out of facing me but now he will finally find himself across the ring from me.
I’m not going to lie, I’m excited.
I know it’s the arrogant heel thing to act like your opponents don’t matter but that isn’t me. I recognize and respect talent when I see it. Roberto Verona is talented. Roberto Verona had the longest World title reign in NCW, a fact he will remind you of no matter how many times you remind him that NCW died so IWF could live.
But even in IWF, Roberto Verona has had a legendary career. Unlike Spike Kane, Roberto Verona has stepped into the ring against some of the biggest and greatest legends to ever lace up a pair of boots and win or loss he wrestled fantastically. Roberto Verona is cut from the cloth of the old school, while he may use under handed tactics occasionally, by and large he has won the majority of his matches based on his skill alone.
That is why I have sought a match against Roberto Verona from almost the moment I became Imperial Champion.
It never sat well with me that there was a man who held a claim to my title regardless of the circumstances surrounding his vacation of the Imperial Championship. The fact remains Roberto Verona never truly lost the Imperial Championship and I never beat him to win it.
Cable Arcane versus Roberto Verona seemed like a no brainer to me but the so called “Legitimate” Imperial Champion never accepted my challenge. He was content to sit in his office hiding or sit at his home coddling the fragile ego of Jessica. Roberto Verona found excuse after excuse not to face me for the Imperial Championship to the point of nausea.
Roberto Verona wasn’t concerned with being known as the Undisputed Imperial Champion.
Roberto Verona was more concerned with troll culture.
Roberto Verona was content to sit behind a desk and tweet tired insults in my general direction, never once finding a hand full of balls between his legs and accepting my challenge. Instead Roberto Verona chose to play into his own image as the ultimate troll and continue to call himself the “Legitimate” Imperial Champion. A title he pretty much never defended. A title that only really existed inside of his mind.
Roberto Verona did not headline countless house shows all over America defending the Imperial Championship.
Roberto Verona didn’t main event network exclusives every single month for nearly a year in Imperial Championship matches.
Roberto Verona sat behind his claim of never losing the Imperial Championship and then proceeded to not do anything to secure that claim.
For everything Roberto Verona has done in this business that I respect he counters it with bullshit troll culture nonsense. He chooses to play into his own ego week after week after week instead of proving himself against the top talent his promotion has to offer. And his excuse is never that he’s beaten men like me to prove himself, his excuse is that he dominated a promotion that died nearly five years ago.
But this week I get what I’ve been begging for.
Roberto Verona will share a ring with Cable Arcane.
And I will prove myself as the Best in the World.
While Roberto Verona will prove to be the best in his own world.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
No, scratch that. I have been begging for this moment for a long time. Ever since Roberto Verona made it a point to interrupt my Imperial Championship celebration and declare himself the “legitimate” Imperial Champion.
Roberto Verona has ducked and dodged my challenges, using excuse after excuse to get out of facing me but now he will finally find himself across the ring from me.
I’m not going to lie, I’m excited.
I know it’s the arrogant heel thing to act like your opponents don’t matter but that isn’t me. I recognize and respect talent when I see it. Roberto Verona is talented. Roberto Verona had the longest World title reign in NCW, a fact he will remind you of no matter how many times you remind him that NCW died so IWF could live.
But even in IWF, Roberto Verona has had a legendary career. Unlike Spike Kane, Roberto Verona has stepped into the ring against some of the biggest and greatest legends to ever lace up a pair of boots and win or loss he wrestled fantastically. Roberto Verona is cut from the cloth of the old school, while he may use under handed tactics occasionally, by and large he has won the majority of his matches based on his skill alone.
That is why I have sought a match against Roberto Verona from almost the moment I became Imperial Champion.
It never sat well with me that there was a man who held a claim to my title regardless of the circumstances surrounding his vacation of the Imperial Championship. The fact remains Roberto Verona never truly lost the Imperial Championship and I never beat him to win it.
Cable Arcane versus Roberto Verona seemed like a no brainer to me but the so called “Legitimate” Imperial Champion never accepted my challenge. He was content to sit in his office hiding or sit at his home coddling the fragile ego of Jessica. Roberto Verona found excuse after excuse not to face me for the Imperial Championship to the point of nausea.
Roberto Verona wasn’t concerned with being known as the Undisputed Imperial Champion.
Roberto Verona was more concerned with troll culture.
Roberto Verona was content to sit behind a desk and tweet tired insults in my general direction, never once finding a hand full of balls between his legs and accepting my challenge. Instead Roberto Verona chose to play into his own image as the ultimate troll and continue to call himself the “Legitimate” Imperial Champion. A title he pretty much never defended. A title that only really existed inside of his mind.
Roberto Verona did not headline countless house shows all over America defending the Imperial Championship.
Roberto Verona didn’t main event network exclusives every single month for nearly a year in Imperial Championship matches.
Roberto Verona sat behind his claim of never losing the Imperial Championship and then proceeded to not do anything to secure that claim.
For everything Roberto Verona has done in this business that I respect he counters it with bullshit troll culture nonsense. He chooses to play into his own ego week after week after week instead of proving himself against the top talent his promotion has to offer. And his excuse is never that he’s beaten men like me to prove himself, his excuse is that he dominated a promotion that died nearly five years ago.
But this week I get what I’ve been begging for.
Roberto Verona will share a ring with Cable Arcane.
And I will prove myself as the Best in the World.
While Roberto Verona will prove to be the best in his own world.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Well howdy there pardner.