Wrestling was made for us, it is in our blood. When we step into that ring every night we leave it all in there. The Age of Arrogance is the trophy which sits on top of professional  wrestling's mantel. No matter what the price or the pain sustained we will always be there and always showing why we are the best wrestlers in the world.


Usually I would know what I'm doing. I am the sought of person who klnows what he is going to do next. I need structure or else I feel all over the place. But at the moment I didn't know what to do. Andre and Drake were out somewhere and I had just woken up from the long flight to Omaha, Nebraska. 

I felt groggy as I step out of the hotel room and walk down the big marble steps of the hotel and into the freezing cold and snow. 

"Why does it bloody snow here, wish it was more like Australia!" I say to myself as the sidewalk I am walking down is covered in nothing but white. I knew that there was a gym around here somewhere and I needed to warm up. I don't think I will ever be able to get used to the cold which follows me around this country. Growing up in Melbourne all we got on cold days was a little bit of frost on the car boot, but here it's everywhere.

I spotted the gym when the taxi I was in came rolling past it. Walking in that sense of work comes into my head. 

Work seems to be a word now that is associated with what we in MPW do. Before all of this I looked at Pro Wrestling as a hobby, as a place where people who all enjoyed going to that ring every night would take front and centre and try to outlast every one else. This thing we call wrestling is supposed to be filled with joy. But this is all a lie. 

People do not come to this business to 'wrestle' they don't even come here to compete with one another. What they do is join a contest, simply a contest of who can sell the most merchandise and get the most high-fives. It's simple, all of this stuff is all bullshit. Wrestling is nothing more than business and that's why we are here. Wrestling skill is out the door, people get title shots because they are the people who show up to the autograph events. 

This contest comes to an end and that's because of what we the Age of Arrogance is doing. Forever people have been blinded by the plague of pro wrestling greatest secrets and that is why The Age of Arrogance is the best in the world. We defy what is seemed to be 'right', we defy every rule, every code but in front of us which was brought down generation to generation.

And no that doesn't include sleeping with the Boss's daughter and going behind his back about it.

These codes and ethics were put down because they were the key to success. But this is no more, Drake Hunter is about to be the world champion and Andre and I are the tag team champions. We have suceeded without the people, without the huge signs and photographs following us everywhere.

It might not seem that I enjoy what I do, it might seem that when I go out if front of millions of people that I don't enjoy myself. But the fact of the matter is that I do love wrestling. What every single other wrestler in the world do is not wrestling, they prance around showing off that they have something that is better than the person next to them. They try to outmatch there opponent with more glitz and glamour. What the Age of Arrogance do is wrestle. This is why we succeed.

Ever since Andre and myself won the tag team titles I have heard nothing more than that 'we are no good' and that 'we are going to lose the title', the fact is though everything everybody has ever said to me I have stuck up my middle finger, elbowed them in the face and kept going on my merry way. YOU ARE WRONG, keep saying to me we are going to lose the titles. Trey if you think you are so good bring it on. I will keep fighting till there is nothing left in my and I am not giving up on these tag team titles EVER. We earned these titles and nobody is going to take them from the Age of Arrogance.

I hear nothing more than that all this stuff we are doing is going to crash and burn, I say to all those people keep disagreeing because everything you say is wrong. I see that all these human beings are all but one word. One word which can sum up all that is said towards the AOA, people are JEALOUS. 

Jealousy, oh how that runs though our business. Another one of those bastard things which runs though the veins of this very business. People look at us and we all know they want to be in our position. People want to be the tag team champion, people want to be the Army of One Rumble winner, but they can't. They can not even get to there level because we are always one step ahead. People want to be like us but can only truly be like what we are until they wake up.

So keep throwing your abuse towards me, keep saying I have no skill because Chris Cable is hungry. I take this  abuse and I run with it. Continue to be clever because all that will happen is an elbow and that's it, the popularity contest will be over and the Age of Arrogance is able to move on and continue to dominate this company and the wrestling world. 

That's why I smile at my opponents this week at TNT. I look at what we come against, Bliss the women who is all over Drake Hunter. She practically wants him so much that I bet in only a few short moments she will birst onto Drake. As for fwannabe heroes, well former TV champ held the belt fora while. Doesn't mean a single fucking thing, I don't care if they held the world title for 100 days or if they held the broomstick humping title, everybody that stands in out way is a target and will be taken out until we have what is best for this company, what is best for everyone. I find it ironic that Roxi believes herself to be a hero, because it feels like everyone who stands in our way is trying to be a hero. Everyone trying to defend this god forsaken shit hole is  attempting to be the guy or gal that steps up and saves everyone from the evil people. But the fact is that all those people are actually villains  We are the heroes, here to show the world what is wrong and then change it so that no one lives in the darkness any more.

The day this place stops being a contest and finally becomes something worthy, the title of wrestling. 

Pulling myself up I have emotions running through me, the counting down to that magic number where the pain stops.

98.........99.....one last push i raise to a seated position again...100. 

The situps burn as I finally stop, I had been going for nearly an hour. But one thing was different this time. The emotion was still there. It was like a fire had just been lit and a forest awaited to be burnt down. I had gained a feeling of motivation to almost do something I hadn't felt since a couple of months ago.

I had a feeling to hurt, a feeling to get into that ring and take every single second and mop it up, to turn to every corner and elbow my way through. My heart throbbed as I move from my standstill, I walk towards the changing rooms so i can get out of these sweaty clothes but as I walk another man who is about the same size as me bumps into me walking the other way. I turn around quickly to see a man with a small beard and big brown eyes staring back into my own. 

Cable"Mate, what's your problem?"

The man fully turns around showing a red Nike training top and black shorts. He gets in my face.

Man:"Well I noticed that YOU entered MY gym"

I laugh as I tap the guy on the shoulder

Man:"Excuse my buddy but I don't think you know who you are talking to"

The man smiles back at me. "I know exactly who you are, Mr Cable. And the fact of the matter is that you are not welcome in here any more. Just to know that you dripped sweat in here makes me sick"

Cable: "And why exactly do you feel this way Shitbreak?

Man:"I see what you do, how you parade around everywhere showing everyone nothing but disrespect. Not sure if you noticed but I'm a wrestler as well."

I hadn't noticed it before but when I looked at the mans shoulders he was obviously quite a built man.

Cable: Well don't they say that the United States of America is a free country, and I can do whatever the hell I want?

Man: Well this ain't the USA in here buddy, this is Louis' Gym and I make the rules, not some bloody government.

The man doesn't seem to backing down and getting more and more upset.

Cable: I'm sorry but i just can't seem to understand why still you bumped into me assclown, because you are a wrestler?

Man: No because what you and your pals Hunter and Dixon is doing is trying to destroy Pro Wrestling. And I'm not letting anyone take the dahm thing away from me, especially some wanker from Australia.

I begin to laugh again as the man doesn't move and keeps glaring into my eyes.

Cable: Haha, man you make me laugh. Not only are you dillusional but you just increased your vocab from one country to two so congrats. 

[My face turns serious again as I get in the man's face] 

What you are sir is exactly why we are here. The Age of Arrogance is here to open your eyes. I'm guessing you wrestle down the street in some run down gym where 10 people show up and there still isn't enough chairs. But that isn't the point, what you are sir is blinded, you have been corrupted by generations of lies which has formed into a very serious disease. What we are here to do is stop that, what you said to me about ruining wrestling is completely false. We are here to help.

It's simple, we are here to change this business so that the purity of wresting returns!

[The man just shakes his head as he backs off for a second]

Man: Chris, the thing is you are brainwashed, brainwashed into becoming Drake Hunter's bitch. What are you going to do when you lose your titles, is Drake Hunter going to back you up. No, he is going to leave you on the side of the road to die!

Cable: Once again my man you are wrong! We are not going to lose these title, no one is good enough to take our title. Who is? Real Steele? Please we came, we saw, we conquered. Say even we did lose these title it wouldn't mean a thing because we would just get them back. And what you said about Drake, the thing everyone fails to believe is that we have been friends since the beginning, I know Drake Hunter and I know that this cause we fight, we fight as one. and NOTHING, NOTHING will stand in our way. 

Man: Quite a speech Cable, maybe before you lose those titles you will lose this week against Bliss and Roxi!

Cable: Jees dude! Why you so negative! Bliss probably only move will be a big smooch on Drake's lips, Roxi on the other hand will just be a piece of cake. She is nothing more than just another obstacle we run over in our way to the top!

[The man continues to shake his head before looking at me again]

Man: Well enough of the banter, please get out of my gym before I drop you right here.

[I continue to just smile at the man]

Man: Keep smiling Cable, because I'm giving you to the count of ten to get out of my gym or else you ass is mine!

Cable: What is this, Home Alone?

Man: 10............9...........8......7.........6.......5......4.........3........2.......1.....URRRR

[Just as the man is counting to one I hit him with a big kick to the gut before pushing back onto one of the walking machine's behind him. He goes crashing over the bars while I decide no longer to get changed and instead take the highway, this guy was an amateur, he was just like the rest, wanted to be us, but couldn't even reach our heights until they believed in the cause. No one knew exactly what The Age of Arrogance was until they saw with their own eyes.  I reach the outside but this time I'm not cold, I don't feel the frost which chills every part of the body. That flame kept well lit and I knew that it was time to take, no giving but to only take.



This thing we call Wrestling was over, the popularity contest was over and time to bring justice back. I felt like this before and that time was the beginning of a new for me. The last time I did this I took everything from everybody and now it was back.

This was a sign, a sign to bring an end to all which stood in the way. But that had to wait because TNT was still a little while away and in-between then and now I didn't want to go around dispersing the new found energy to fight on random people in the street. TNT would come and that's when I would give people their final verdict. 

The cold returned as I sought've snapped back into real life. I realised where I was and got my bearing again. I knew that I needed to keep myself occupied for a while. Somewhere that I could just not give a shit in the world for once.

I walk for another ten minutes or so until I find the one thing that would keep me warm except for beating someone up. It was a bar and it was quiet. Perfect, means there would be no line.

Inside I find a seat next to the counter and within seconds I have a drink in my hand and this allows me to look at the building probably. It has red lights with cords draping down from the ceiling. Red walls with blotches of black spread out throughout the space of walls. The bar is quite big and was obviously set up for a big night.

Always when i walk into one of these fancy bars, first I look at the price and shiver but also just compare all of this to bars in Melbourne, the bars where I was from. We didn't have all this fancy stuff unless you went into the city. Where I went was on the corner of a street where when you went inside had a couple of tables, a coutner and a billards table, that's it. What you then did was go in for lunch and order yourself a 'pot and parma' for $8. This was a beer and a chicken parginmana the size of the effiel tower on your plate for that much.

Here though there is fancyn lighting, a beer cost $10 on it's own and to get food you would have to cross the road. 

The fact is though, Australia might've had the small little pub with no lights except one on on the top of the roof but this place is where it all has hit off for me. Chris Cable would be nothing without this country. And of course I would never have found the one thing that is here to save us all

The one thing that would finally bring the name of wrestling to a business that doesn't deserve it yet. Wrestling.

That one thing is The Age of Arrogance.

AND THAT'S THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO CHRIS CABLE!