Anyone who says it isn't personal...it's always personal.
Dec 2, 2015 2:14:13 GMT -5
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Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Dec 2, 2015 2:14:13 GMT -5
Holmes Residence, Packing Up.
The big day has finally arrived. Monday Morning on the first of December. All plans were ready. My flight was at one o clock in the afternoon, and it was going to be approximately a three hour flight from Houston to Albuquerque, New Mexico. After signing the talent contract, I could barely get any sleep last night. Don't get me wrong, Samantha's loud snoring wasn't the reason this time. All I could think about was how are my daughters going to be now that I'm back on the road, and Samantha is stuck with them. I was having nightmares of the three girls fighting each other or even going to the extra mile where the police has to be involved. I understood the consequences of my actions but I was trying my best to figure out a perfect equation to solve the problem. Too bad I sucked at Methods of Calculus back at Florida Atlantic University. Math was never my strong suit. On the other hand, I felt amazing. I'm back. I'm really back! I'm going to return to travelling across the world, producing some of the greatest matches the world has ever seen, and back to doing the Phoenix Splash I've missed doing so many times! The urge to even Super kick someone or something was eating me alive!
Ten thirty in the morning, and I had everything down. Never in my life have I ever been prepared to go on a trip like this. One large luggage with all the clothing I need, shoes, and items that are necessary. My walky (little nickname for the smaller luggage) was fitted with electronic items, and even miscellaneous. They were all put in the corner to the left of my bed while Samantha was taking a shower. The kids were in their rooms getting ready to tag along to the George Bush International Airport. If it was up to me, I would change that name to the Houston International Airport. Really? George Bush? God, I hated that name. After Samantha stepped out the shower, she did what every wife does. Take even longer to get ready with their make-up, and outfit. Athena, and Serenity just hanged out in the living room downstairs until we came down. Unfortunately, Samantha wore leather pants, black heels, and a grey t-shirt. She needed help getting ready as she stood in front of the mirror next to the closet, and was tying her in a pony tail.
Samantha Holmes
So I guess you're actually going through with it.
She wasn't happy with the idea of leaving the kids with her but somehow proud that I was taking on my dream again. I guess she was still supportive. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and was putting on my watch.
Andre Holmes
That's the plan. You're not mad?
Samantha Holmes
Mad? I'm actually happy you're going back.
Andre Holmes
That's surprising.
Samantha Holmes
Why would you say that's surprising?
Andre Holmes
I don't know. It's just been a while since I've seen you so...not you...
Smooth Andre smooth....
Samantha Holmes
Yeah...listen about last night--
Andre Holmes
Don't worry about it.
Samantha Holmes
No, let me say this. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said the things I said last night, and I feel terrible. I want you to understand that I'm really proud of you for taking this opportunity, and going back to the one thing you really love. I do.
Andre Holmes
Thing is, wrestling is one of the four things I truly love.
She sighed. You could definitely tell she felt that true to her heart. Even though both of us were going through hell together, I still loved her matter what, and she to me.
Samantha Holmes
I know things aren't working out but this divorce is for the better. You know I love you but it's just how it has to be.
After Samantha was done with her hair, she stood in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn't do anything but just hug her with my head gently placed against her chest. That was probably the last time I'll ever get to hug her until I return home. It sucked. I didn't care about the flight, career or even the crappy black joggers I wore. I just wanted Samantha to stay. Time was ticking, and I needed to be there.
Athena Holmes
Mommy, Daddy! We're ready!
So was I. All bags were carried down stairs, and the kids were jumpy as usual. We headed into the garage, and my bags were safely placed in the back of our black 2014 Lexus RX. For those with a family, this car is highly recommended. Samantha was driving, and the girls in the back were bumping to my usual family playlist. You really expected me to play some Travis Scott or Rich Gang? Come on, I'm not that savage. On I-45, the traffic wasn't as bad as we thought. It was pretty normal on a sunny day, and we got to the airport in approximately twenty minutes. After pulling up to the departure, my Jet Blue section was clear. I was the first one to leave the car in order to get my bags, and the rest followed me to the entrance. Athena, and Serenity both hugged me at the same time as I kneeled down to really hug them as tight as I can.
Serenity Holmes
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
Andre Holmes
I'll be checking in with you a lot to make sure you're on your home work.
Serenity was twelve years old, and she was more of a trouble maker than Athena. She looked more like her mother with the blonde hair, and even blue eyes. Athena inherited my hazel eyes. However, they were both equal no matter what.
Athena Holmes
Promise me you'll be a champion again.
Don't cry, don't cry. Please don't cry.
Andre Holmes
I'm already a champion. You two made me a champion the day you were born.
Athena, and Serenity both jumped into my arms yet again. These girls mean everything to me. Samantha decided it was time to say goodbye, and the girls returned back into the Lexus almost crying. I stood on my two feet, and stared into the eyes of my soon to be ex-wife. All I did was kiss her. I needed that one last time kiss. Although she was trying to fight back the tears, they were flowing as she buried her face onto my shoulder in the hug. The moment she let go, it was time to take flight. Albuquerque, here I come.
Albuquerque, New Mexico
That three hours was absolutely the worst hours I ever had. I had to sit in the middle of two fat sweaty ass dudes. I'm not going into detail. It's bad enough, trust. The Albuquerque International Sunport, and it couldn't be any busier. I stepped outside after finding my way to the exit, and was approached by this driver who was holding a sign with my name on it.
Chauffeur
Mr. Holmes?
Andre Holmes
Yes?
Chauffeur
I'll be escorting you to the Hilton Garden Inn, sir. Please, let me help you with your luggage.
The Hilton Garden Inn was ten minutes away from the Santa Ana Center on Rio Rancho Blvd. Apparently, it was a four star hotel which consisted of a great gym, multiple dining services, flat-screened TV, mini-fridges, and iPod players in the bed rooms but what was most important was free wi-fi. The Chauffeur was dressed in a black, and white suit as he carried my luggage into the back of your every day black SUV for transport. He slam the back door shut, and opened the back seat door for me to get in but I rather just sit in the passenger. I hated sitting in the back seat unless it was someone I actually know who was driving. It was hard to explain but he didn't seem to mind. After he got into the drivers seat, he shut the door, and drove off. On the way, I broke the silence.
Andre Holmes
So what's your name?
Chauffeur
Darren.
Andre Holmes
That's a nice name, I like it.
Darren
Thank you, I appreciate that.
Andre Holmes
So...the hotel I'm staying at, is it nice?
Darren
Four Star actually.
Andre Holmes
Really? That's comforting.
Darren
I bet. The company must be appreciative of you to book your hotel, and flights.
Andre Holmes
I heard they really take care of their talent. I'm grateful.
It was really a great thing that a company such as WCF were able to cover the transportation, and hotel cost. I was quite surprised because even in WEF, and MEW, we still had to cover our own costs. We were reaching our destination soon, and it was more of a suburban area. It gave me a home feeling vibe, I'm usually more of a suburban person than a metro one. It was because of the environment really. Nice, laid-back, and friendly. I used to live in Miami, the downtown setting. It was chaotic, and I felt so forced to even do anything there.
Pulling up to the front of the hotel, Darren, and I got out of the SUV where he retrieved my own bags yet again to hand to me. I shook his hand, the guy had a firm grip. Darren was someone I enjoyed talking to, and hopefully I see him again in the future. After entering into the lovely lobby that was designed to more of a classical setting of museum-ish design, I approached the concierge and gave her my current booking. One of her co-workers escorted to my room, and I tipped her with a five dollar bill. Boy was she happy. The room was slightly larger than I expected. A bed room in the middle, bathroom next to the door a few inches away. The closet facing the bathroom, the large TV in front of the bed. Walls painted teal, and even the mini-fridge beside the bed. The balcony had a great view since I was booked a room on the top floor.
After a shower, it was time to do some research. My match was against Rage Maxx, and Roland Von Erich next week on Slam. A Triple Threat to introduce some of the newest signed talents to WCF, and it could not be more exciting. While drying my hair, and searching through the WCF homepage, there was a promo by Rage discussing our match. Curiosity got the better of my fingers, and I clicked on it to watch the full video. While tightening the towel wrapped around my waist, I listened keenly to Rage's words, and couldn't help but smirk. Something about him was different but I could tell something about him was easily fake. You know me, once someone delivers a message, I always respond. So without any further ado, I took out the Canon camera I brought with me, and got dressed to film a close up selfie video to upload on the WCF homepage.
WCF Exlcusive: "Andre Holmes discusses the Triple Threat Match"
The scene is set in the evening of December 2nd where Andre Holmes is pointing the camera directly at his face. He's standing outside his hotel room on the balcony with the wind blowing calmly, and the great view of Albuquerque behind him as he leans back against the guard rail. His black shades covering his eyes, and necklace along with his buttoned shirt is the only visual any viewer will get. He is smiling, and starts speaking in a calm tone to the camera lens.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
It's been over three years since I've stepped back into the world of Professional Wrestling, and I couldn't have chosen a better company to do it than Wrestling Championship Federation. WCF where the greatest athletes in the sport of Professional Wrestling were made, and champions were created. To be apart of this company gives me great honor, pride, and respect to those who were here before me. I've fought, clawed, and scratched my way to the top in my former companies such as World Extreme Federation, and Midwest Extreme Wrestling where I've conquered not only by becoming World Champion but also being at the top of my class in the Hall of Fame. Today I announce that I am coming out from retirement to return to where the fire inside rages on. I am back to being what I was destined to be, and that is being the best in the world in Professional Wrestling. As you all know, I will be making my appearance for the first time ever in WCF at the upcoming Slam right here in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the Santa Ana Center where I will be facing Roland Von Erich, and also Rage Maxx in a Triple Threat Match. This match is pretty much who has the better future of all three, and it's proving grounds. All of the top tiers will be scouting to see who is actually worthy of advancing into the ranks of becoming the greatest wrestler in WCF history, and who will be kicked right out. It's the truth. Love it or hate it, it's business. Being the new guy is never a good thing, we feel as if we don't belong, and should probably give up. However, that's not my style, and I always persevere through anything in my way. Where some call it stupidity, I call it determination.
Now I've done some research on my opponents. Firstly, Roland Von Erich was a bit of a hassle to even get information on. I mean, that's nothing really much I can say to him except I hope he shows up, and delivers the best performance he can possibly have. I have nothing against him, and I respect him as an athlete. That says enough for him to put his best foot forward, and step into the ring with two highly accomplished wrestlers. Roland, as much as I will enjoy becoming the victor, I hope you make it, and deliver a good showing.
Now that brings me to Rage Maxx. I'm going to be honest. I've watched your little promo about our match, and I've noticed how you've taking such a liking that you even compliment about how we're both on par to becoming great athletes. To think about it, we're sort of similar. We're hungry, fired up, determined, desperate if I may add to grab that tight rope, and climb all the day up. Even your introduction into the company was really inspiring to watch. Trust me, I know exactly where you're coming from. However, I couldn't help but notice this awkward feeling I had when watching you ramble on, and on about how you will dominate anyone in your path. Your future plans, your goals, your dreams to become World Champion in WCF. Your terrible use of metaphors, and rugged loud volume in your voice. I just think this entire charade you put on during calling me out is a sort of defense mechanism to hide the fact that I'm the biggest threat you have in your first match. Let's think about it. The first impression is always the best right? You need the first impression more than I do. I'm solidified on what I have accomplished back in my days, and sure you are too but you know deep well inside yourself that you are afraid of the fact that I can tear you down, and make you look like the average jobber of the century.
That's why you needed an advantage of going into your little gym, putting this illusion on about your back to back training, and champion speech of dominating the competition. Not to mention the fact of your poorly choice of metaphors, and comparisons but who cares right? All the talking is in the ring, and I don't think you have what it takes to back your own trash talk. You said my disadvantage is how I'm thinking about what are you saying? You're wrong because what you've been saying is the most overdrawn, cliche, and boring ass speech in the history of mankind. No one cares about what your mouth says, only your actions. If you don't prove it, you're going to become the biggest joke. The punchline is me. So calling me out, that was a smart thing. I'll hand it you, it was smart. You needed to do it so you, and others could believe you have no doubts in your mind. I see through it man, I see through it like glass. I can see how threatened you are, and your inferiority complex reaching to a boiling point every time someone speaks my name in the match. You know deep well in your mind that I'm about to break you, and expose you of your lack of talent to keep up with my skills. I hold the experience factor more than anyone, and even though you're stronger than me, you're not smarter. You're a common brute who embraces the old "brawns over brains".
It's funny how you devoted your fifteen minutes of fame all to me, and instead of Roland. I think that says it all. Don't worry, I'll try my best not to mop the floor with you, and embarrass you in front of the people of New Mexico. Instead, I'll be there to deliver a message to WCF. I am finally back from my overly awaited return, and I will not rest until everyone remembers why I was the best of where I came from. The WCF houses the greatest talent in the world but now they will house a Relentless athlete who seeks only one thing. The WCF World Championship. I'm back, and I'm better than ever. I won't rest, I won't sleep until I achieve my dreams. I'll see you guys next week, and one more thing. Rage, Roland. Good luck. You'll need it because anyone who says it isn't personal.....it's ALWAYS personal.
The video fades to black.
The big day has finally arrived. Monday Morning on the first of December. All plans were ready. My flight was at one o clock in the afternoon, and it was going to be approximately a three hour flight from Houston to Albuquerque, New Mexico. After signing the talent contract, I could barely get any sleep last night. Don't get me wrong, Samantha's loud snoring wasn't the reason this time. All I could think about was how are my daughters going to be now that I'm back on the road, and Samantha is stuck with them. I was having nightmares of the three girls fighting each other or even going to the extra mile where the police has to be involved. I understood the consequences of my actions but I was trying my best to figure out a perfect equation to solve the problem. Too bad I sucked at Methods of Calculus back at Florida Atlantic University. Math was never my strong suit. On the other hand, I felt amazing. I'm back. I'm really back! I'm going to return to travelling across the world, producing some of the greatest matches the world has ever seen, and back to doing the Phoenix Splash I've missed doing so many times! The urge to even Super kick someone or something was eating me alive!
Ten thirty in the morning, and I had everything down. Never in my life have I ever been prepared to go on a trip like this. One large luggage with all the clothing I need, shoes, and items that are necessary. My walky (little nickname for the smaller luggage) was fitted with electronic items, and even miscellaneous. They were all put in the corner to the left of my bed while Samantha was taking a shower. The kids were in their rooms getting ready to tag along to the George Bush International Airport. If it was up to me, I would change that name to the Houston International Airport. Really? George Bush? God, I hated that name. After Samantha stepped out the shower, she did what every wife does. Take even longer to get ready with their make-up, and outfit. Athena, and Serenity just hanged out in the living room downstairs until we came down. Unfortunately, Samantha wore leather pants, black heels, and a grey t-shirt. She needed help getting ready as she stood in front of the mirror next to the closet, and was tying her in a pony tail.
Samantha Holmes
So I guess you're actually going through with it.
She wasn't happy with the idea of leaving the kids with her but somehow proud that I was taking on my dream again. I guess she was still supportive. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and was putting on my watch.
Andre Holmes
That's the plan. You're not mad?
Samantha Holmes
Mad? I'm actually happy you're going back.
Andre Holmes
That's surprising.
Samantha Holmes
Why would you say that's surprising?
Andre Holmes
I don't know. It's just been a while since I've seen you so...not you...
Smooth Andre smooth....
Samantha Holmes
Yeah...listen about last night--
Andre Holmes
Don't worry about it.
Samantha Holmes
No, let me say this. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said the things I said last night, and I feel terrible. I want you to understand that I'm really proud of you for taking this opportunity, and going back to the one thing you really love. I do.
Andre Holmes
Thing is, wrestling is one of the four things I truly love.
She sighed. You could definitely tell she felt that true to her heart. Even though both of us were going through hell together, I still loved her matter what, and she to me.
Samantha Holmes
I know things aren't working out but this divorce is for the better. You know I love you but it's just how it has to be.
After Samantha was done with her hair, she stood in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn't do anything but just hug her with my head gently placed against her chest. That was probably the last time I'll ever get to hug her until I return home. It sucked. I didn't care about the flight, career or even the crappy black joggers I wore. I just wanted Samantha to stay. Time was ticking, and I needed to be there.
Athena Holmes
Mommy, Daddy! We're ready!
So was I. All bags were carried down stairs, and the kids were jumpy as usual. We headed into the garage, and my bags were safely placed in the back of our black 2014 Lexus RX. For those with a family, this car is highly recommended. Samantha was driving, and the girls in the back were bumping to my usual family playlist. You really expected me to play some Travis Scott or Rich Gang? Come on, I'm not that savage. On I-45, the traffic wasn't as bad as we thought. It was pretty normal on a sunny day, and we got to the airport in approximately twenty minutes. After pulling up to the departure, my Jet Blue section was clear. I was the first one to leave the car in order to get my bags, and the rest followed me to the entrance. Athena, and Serenity both hugged me at the same time as I kneeled down to really hug them as tight as I can.
Serenity Holmes
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
Andre Holmes
I'll be checking in with you a lot to make sure you're on your home work.
Serenity was twelve years old, and she was more of a trouble maker than Athena. She looked more like her mother with the blonde hair, and even blue eyes. Athena inherited my hazel eyes. However, they were both equal no matter what.
Athena Holmes
Promise me you'll be a champion again.
Don't cry, don't cry. Please don't cry.
Andre Holmes
I'm already a champion. You two made me a champion the day you were born.
Athena, and Serenity both jumped into my arms yet again. These girls mean everything to me. Samantha decided it was time to say goodbye, and the girls returned back into the Lexus almost crying. I stood on my two feet, and stared into the eyes of my soon to be ex-wife. All I did was kiss her. I needed that one last time kiss. Although she was trying to fight back the tears, they were flowing as she buried her face onto my shoulder in the hug. The moment she let go, it was time to take flight. Albuquerque, here I come.
Albuquerque, New Mexico
That three hours was absolutely the worst hours I ever had. I had to sit in the middle of two fat sweaty ass dudes. I'm not going into detail. It's bad enough, trust. The Albuquerque International Sunport, and it couldn't be any busier. I stepped outside after finding my way to the exit, and was approached by this driver who was holding a sign with my name on it.
Chauffeur
Mr. Holmes?
Andre Holmes
Yes?
Chauffeur
I'll be escorting you to the Hilton Garden Inn, sir. Please, let me help you with your luggage.
The Hilton Garden Inn was ten minutes away from the Santa Ana Center on Rio Rancho Blvd. Apparently, it was a four star hotel which consisted of a great gym, multiple dining services, flat-screened TV, mini-fridges, and iPod players in the bed rooms but what was most important was free wi-fi. The Chauffeur was dressed in a black, and white suit as he carried my luggage into the back of your every day black SUV for transport. He slam the back door shut, and opened the back seat door for me to get in but I rather just sit in the passenger. I hated sitting in the back seat unless it was someone I actually know who was driving. It was hard to explain but he didn't seem to mind. After he got into the drivers seat, he shut the door, and drove off. On the way, I broke the silence.
Andre Holmes
So what's your name?
Chauffeur
Darren.
Andre Holmes
That's a nice name, I like it.
Darren
Thank you, I appreciate that.
Andre Holmes
So...the hotel I'm staying at, is it nice?
Darren
Four Star actually.
Andre Holmes
Really? That's comforting.
Darren
I bet. The company must be appreciative of you to book your hotel, and flights.
Andre Holmes
I heard they really take care of their talent. I'm grateful.
It was really a great thing that a company such as WCF were able to cover the transportation, and hotel cost. I was quite surprised because even in WEF, and MEW, we still had to cover our own costs. We were reaching our destination soon, and it was more of a suburban area. It gave me a home feeling vibe, I'm usually more of a suburban person than a metro one. It was because of the environment really. Nice, laid-back, and friendly. I used to live in Miami, the downtown setting. It was chaotic, and I felt so forced to even do anything there.
Pulling up to the front of the hotel, Darren, and I got out of the SUV where he retrieved my own bags yet again to hand to me. I shook his hand, the guy had a firm grip. Darren was someone I enjoyed talking to, and hopefully I see him again in the future. After entering into the lovely lobby that was designed to more of a classical setting of museum-ish design, I approached the concierge and gave her my current booking. One of her co-workers escorted to my room, and I tipped her with a five dollar bill. Boy was she happy. The room was slightly larger than I expected. A bed room in the middle, bathroom next to the door a few inches away. The closet facing the bathroom, the large TV in front of the bed. Walls painted teal, and even the mini-fridge beside the bed. The balcony had a great view since I was booked a room on the top floor.
After a shower, it was time to do some research. My match was against Rage Maxx, and Roland Von Erich next week on Slam. A Triple Threat to introduce some of the newest signed talents to WCF, and it could not be more exciting. While drying my hair, and searching through the WCF homepage, there was a promo by Rage discussing our match. Curiosity got the better of my fingers, and I clicked on it to watch the full video. While tightening the towel wrapped around my waist, I listened keenly to Rage's words, and couldn't help but smirk. Something about him was different but I could tell something about him was easily fake. You know me, once someone delivers a message, I always respond. So without any further ado, I took out the Canon camera I brought with me, and got dressed to film a close up selfie video to upload on the WCF homepage.
WCF Exlcusive: "Andre Holmes discusses the Triple Threat Match"
The scene is set in the evening of December 2nd where Andre Holmes is pointing the camera directly at his face. He's standing outside his hotel room on the balcony with the wind blowing calmly, and the great view of Albuquerque behind him as he leans back against the guard rail. His black shades covering his eyes, and necklace along with his buttoned shirt is the only visual any viewer will get. He is smiling, and starts speaking in a calm tone to the camera lens.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
It's been over three years since I've stepped back into the world of Professional Wrestling, and I couldn't have chosen a better company to do it than Wrestling Championship Federation. WCF where the greatest athletes in the sport of Professional Wrestling were made, and champions were created. To be apart of this company gives me great honor, pride, and respect to those who were here before me. I've fought, clawed, and scratched my way to the top in my former companies such as World Extreme Federation, and Midwest Extreme Wrestling where I've conquered not only by becoming World Champion but also being at the top of my class in the Hall of Fame. Today I announce that I am coming out from retirement to return to where the fire inside rages on. I am back to being what I was destined to be, and that is being the best in the world in Professional Wrestling. As you all know, I will be making my appearance for the first time ever in WCF at the upcoming Slam right here in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the Santa Ana Center where I will be facing Roland Von Erich, and also Rage Maxx in a Triple Threat Match. This match is pretty much who has the better future of all three, and it's proving grounds. All of the top tiers will be scouting to see who is actually worthy of advancing into the ranks of becoming the greatest wrestler in WCF history, and who will be kicked right out. It's the truth. Love it or hate it, it's business. Being the new guy is never a good thing, we feel as if we don't belong, and should probably give up. However, that's not my style, and I always persevere through anything in my way. Where some call it stupidity, I call it determination.
Now I've done some research on my opponents. Firstly, Roland Von Erich was a bit of a hassle to even get information on. I mean, that's nothing really much I can say to him except I hope he shows up, and delivers the best performance he can possibly have. I have nothing against him, and I respect him as an athlete. That says enough for him to put his best foot forward, and step into the ring with two highly accomplished wrestlers. Roland, as much as I will enjoy becoming the victor, I hope you make it, and deliver a good showing.
Now that brings me to Rage Maxx. I'm going to be honest. I've watched your little promo about our match, and I've noticed how you've taking such a liking that you even compliment about how we're both on par to becoming great athletes. To think about it, we're sort of similar. We're hungry, fired up, determined, desperate if I may add to grab that tight rope, and climb all the day up. Even your introduction into the company was really inspiring to watch. Trust me, I know exactly where you're coming from. However, I couldn't help but notice this awkward feeling I had when watching you ramble on, and on about how you will dominate anyone in your path. Your future plans, your goals, your dreams to become World Champion in WCF. Your terrible use of metaphors, and rugged loud volume in your voice. I just think this entire charade you put on during calling me out is a sort of defense mechanism to hide the fact that I'm the biggest threat you have in your first match. Let's think about it. The first impression is always the best right? You need the first impression more than I do. I'm solidified on what I have accomplished back in my days, and sure you are too but you know deep well inside yourself that you are afraid of the fact that I can tear you down, and make you look like the average jobber of the century.
That's why you needed an advantage of going into your little gym, putting this illusion on about your back to back training, and champion speech of dominating the competition. Not to mention the fact of your poorly choice of metaphors, and comparisons but who cares right? All the talking is in the ring, and I don't think you have what it takes to back your own trash talk. You said my disadvantage is how I'm thinking about what are you saying? You're wrong because what you've been saying is the most overdrawn, cliche, and boring ass speech in the history of mankind. No one cares about what your mouth says, only your actions. If you don't prove it, you're going to become the biggest joke. The punchline is me. So calling me out, that was a smart thing. I'll hand it you, it was smart. You needed to do it so you, and others could believe you have no doubts in your mind. I see through it man, I see through it like glass. I can see how threatened you are, and your inferiority complex reaching to a boiling point every time someone speaks my name in the match. You know deep well in your mind that I'm about to break you, and expose you of your lack of talent to keep up with my skills. I hold the experience factor more than anyone, and even though you're stronger than me, you're not smarter. You're a common brute who embraces the old "brawns over brains".
It's funny how you devoted your fifteen minutes of fame all to me, and instead of Roland. I think that says it all. Don't worry, I'll try my best not to mop the floor with you, and embarrass you in front of the people of New Mexico. Instead, I'll be there to deliver a message to WCF. I am finally back from my overly awaited return, and I will not rest until everyone remembers why I was the best of where I came from. The WCF houses the greatest talent in the world but now they will house a Relentless athlete who seeks only one thing. The WCF World Championship. I'm back, and I'm better than ever. I won't rest, I won't sleep until I achieve my dreams. I'll see you guys next week, and one more thing. Rage, Roland. Good luck. You'll need it because anyone who says it isn't personal.....it's ALWAYS personal.
The video fades to black.
