Post by Earth-616 Holmes on May 8, 2016 16:17:15 GMT -5
To believe in ourselves, a power that all of has that can change the outcome of any fight. One must know what he or she is capable of in dire times. Especially when their opponents are the ones they cherish. Last week, it was a battle between enemies. Now it's a battle between friends. Andre is a competitor, and a brutal one at heart. Being in this business for thirteen years is a master of the sport, and he saw it all. Everything he could imagine. Hell, even a clown trying to come after his sexuality was traumatizing enough but this week, very stressful. Captain America: Civil War came out in theaters last night but Relentless MisChief: Civil War was sold out on social media. He's been very stressed out because of the bombarding questions his own teammate, Crystal Knight, has been dousing him. Questioning mostly his methods on fighting against his Rebellution team mates but also his good friend, Bonnie Blue. Understanding how much of a competitor, and a strong fight she is, he can't afford to hold back or else that will be the reason they will lose.
However, Crystal doesn't see that. It's very redundant that she of all people will try to talk him down knowing the type of relationship between them but last time he checked, this was Wrestling Championship Federation. Sooner than later, friends, brothers, and family will step together in the ring. Kyle Kemp, and Jared Holmes fought each other in the finals of the Trilogy Cup putting everything on the line, and even beating the holy crap out of each other. In the end, Jared was the victor, and Kyle walked away empty handed but did that stop them? No. They shook hand, and held each other for the competitive respect. So why couldn't she see that? It's bad enough that Rebel Scum is already planning their next move but now civil war is distracting them from what they should really be focusing on. A cognitive machine losing their bolts, maintenance is the focus, not updating Windows Vista to Windows 10. All, and all, the time will come. Andre made his decision; If Crystal gets in his way, she will be down.
So we open the famous WCF Exclusive video with the camera lens showing a more dark scenery. The lamp shade next to the fire place ignites enough light as the silhouette a man sitting down in a rocking chair with a blanket on his lap is staring deep into the flames. His hazel eyes reflecting the fire, and his hands held together, leaning back humming a tune. A slow calm tune that could almost send chills down a man's body. The room slowly brightens. Walls dusty, old red bricks missing. Rugged damaged wooden flooring, turned over book cases, and destroyed wooden furniture such as tables laid across the floor. More the size of a common room in a mansion but the place had been abandoned for almost ten years so why would Andre choose her? Suddenly, a slow song started playing, and he just started singing along with it.
"Relentess" Andre Holmes
This fire won't go out, though just a flicker it may be.
Fire. Fire burns. Fire. It brings us light, and heat. Essential components for creating life. Fire...but the fire I have could burn the entire Universe from every star to planet. Every solar system to every galaxy. Light years north, south, east, and west. A fire I possess that shines so bright, it will melt the flesh off bodies millions of miles away. That fire is nothing more than the burning passion I have for this sport, and to win the Trios Cup Tournament for 2016. Have you ever looked inside yourself to see the fire in you? Do you know if the fire is burning brightly or slowly fading away? Don't worry. I've seen the worst. Some people don't even have a fire in them...they don't even have a spark to begin with. The little spark could ignite a wildfire, an engine starting or even trigger an explosion. A deadly one too. Lethal, and beautiful. I'm an explosion, I'm a nuclear bomb ticking every second away. The last second then boom. I win. I'm saying this because the fire on my team is growing but it's being channeled in the wrong direction, and spreading in the wrong section. So now I have to be the one to ensure the winds blow it to burn, and churn the rotting corpses of our opponents this Sunday. When I look at this fire, I can appreciate what God has given us. It has no limits, it has no patience. It just burns, and burns, and burns. I like that. It's what I want to do to Bonnie, Jay, and Demarcus when we step into the ring. The burning passion in this sport I hold so dearly to my heart, this fire won't go out even though just a flicker it may be so why should I lay down, and let my friends pass when I have accomplished everything so far that they haven't except for Jay Omega whose obviously the biggest threat on their team but have little or no motivation to actually achieve the victory.
You guys really thought I would just come in, and say good morning to you? The birds are chirping? No, you guys don't know me at all. I don't hold back for no one, and I damn sure don't hold back because you're my family or friends. This is a competition, a sport where to win, you have to make sure your opponent doesn't get up or even quits. It's that attitude has gotten me where I have been right now. A former World Champion across the globe, and now I'm the current WCF Hardcore, and Tag Team Champion in under half a year. It's what I do. This brutal, and Relentless attitude keeps me successful, and keeps me going. Neither of what my opponents understand as they don't have that mentality. Either they lost it like Jay Omega or they simply cannot grasp the idea. They don't got the fire in them anymore, it's burn out. Faded. They lost their touch, and you can see it. Now I don't have any problems with Bonnie, Demarcus or Jay but given the circumstances over recent issues on social media, I'm starting to question a few things. Maybe this is me or maybe I don't think Rebellution has been at its best because they're not seeing the bigger picture like I am. I owe everything to them but I feel as if they owe a few things to me. Grayson will always be my brother, and there's no way in Hell I would ever betray Rebellution. I'm loyal, and loyalty means everything to me. Bonnie, and Demarcus are cool but I don't think Bonnie understands where I'm coming from. She's a strong competitor but she doesn't have that killer instinct neither does Demarcus either. I think that's why they're gonna lose. They don't have that killer instinct to ensure their opponents will never face them again. Pathetic really. How are you going to say we're gonna end this yet you're willing to let the persons who wronged you continue even walking? Especially with Bonnie who wasn't even happy that Katherine is dead. Do I have to remind you she was the one who was seconds away from murdering you, and when you came to Oblivion's aid, she took that opportunity to do it behind your back? YOU came to the aid of a monster who tried to ruin your life, and now that monster attacked me from behind.
That sentimental thinking is going to cost you this match Bonnie. You're not ready to pull the trigger, and you're damn sure not ready to go the extra mile on winning the war before it starts. I can see why you, and Crystal deserve each other. That sentimental thinking isn't the best thing, and I know you both can reach your full potential if only you do that. I'm "Relentless" but look where I am at, and look where you guys are. I've been here shorter than you Bonnie, and yet you haven't really done much except defeating Wade Moor, Oblivion, and Andre Jenson at One, hell even beating Scathe too. If we're going to be honest, I was even pissed that nobody expected to have REBELLUTION together for the Trios. From the cup was announced, it should have been Bonnie, Grayson, and Andre. We would have dominated but no, Grayson went back to DRG, and you chose Rebel Scum. Guess what? It's all good. DRG is out, and now Rebel Scum will be too. So when I..I mean MY team wins, and I go on for that World Title shot, don't come crying to me asking why I'm the one with the most success because you could have been there too but you chose otherwise.
Andre rubs his forehead with his right index finger, and exhales. Leaning back in the chair, he continues watching the fire. Hands gripped tightly around the edge of the armrest, back and forth the chair rocks.
And for my boy, Demarcus. It's good to see your back, and I'm glad you're competing again. We missed you but unfortunately, I'm going to have to end your little return streak here, and now. Harsh as it may sound, you may even be sidelined depending how I feel along with my other team mates but this is what you get from me. I DO NOT hold back against my opponents any time, and I damn sure won't hold back against you. When we first met, I didn't like you, and damn sure never wanted to be on a team with you but I misunderstood you because you were just that guy who had a big ego but at least you could back it up. Respect is due, and credits is due as well. When a man can spit shit for a week straight, and just finish it all with the 'W' under his belt. That's when I have to offer my props. Now, things have changed. You, Bonnie, and Jay are going to face me in this match, and now it's going to be the end of this pipe dream you all possess. Jay Omega won't save you, and I know you guys picked him only because of his resume, and what he can do. I didn't even know you guys knew him but I damn sure know that you only chose him because of his past. Hell, I even did the same with Sarah Twilight, and both of them have delivered but in reality. Sarah Twilight has done WAY much more than Jay Omega so she's obviously a better decision than he will ever be. If you want dominance, even I could have been a better champion than Jay, and I am Demarcus! However, where is your part to play in this team? Believe me. Wade Moor will pay for what he did to you, and he blindsided you during the time my match was going on. Coward. Picking you off when we couldn't be there, smart but a coward attack. I'm not going to be Wade Moor to you. I'm stepping up to you in your face, and I'm telling you now that the beating I will give you will be more brutal than anything you receive. It's going to be worse than the whip of the belt Jordan Wolfram gave you, and it's damn sure going to be worse than Wade Moor injuring you. Yeah, I know. I'm one harsh motherfucker but who would I be if I wasn't? "Relentless" for a reason. Enough reason for my success, and enough reason why I get respect from everyone in this company. I'll take respect, and dish out none because those who I've already beaten, and wronged me. No respect there.
Shifting through the shadows to a vision we can't see.
Don't even get me started on who this refers to. The man who has been gone for months ever since his loss to Wade Moor, and now he shows up out of nowhere just to be in the Trios Tournament? As if his own ego couldn't resist another glorious moment, short ones he always had in his career like the time he lost the Tag Team Championships to Jonny Fly, and Joey Flash without even a few defenses. Jay Omega. Where the fuck you have been all this time my friend? One minute, you were the man of 2015 in that short six months you had of a wrestling career until you went AWOL. Now you've shown up after slipping through the cracks, and shadows to team with MY team mates. Do you know them personally? Are they even your good friends? Anything Jay? Or are you here because you're the Knight on their chess board? What is it Jay? You've had such a great career, and now you're back to think that you're going to become the Trios Cup Winner with my own friends. That is the biggest slap in my face. Using my own blood against, and you believe it's going to help you get that mental advantage but I kid you not when I say I hold you personally responsible for the downfall of this company. Jumping from Pantheon now to Rebellution? Nope. Not on my watch, and that's why I'm going to enjoy breaking every single moment that you spend in that ring. We don't need you, and damn sure WCF doesn't need you. You were the man but you fell off the pedestal, and off cloud nine when you realized that evolution left your barbaric, and obselete ass behind. You had everything for a mere moment but then you fell. That one little thump with ground zero, your ass packed up the bags, and left. Skidaddled all the way to the exit, yabba dabba doo'd yourself out of Rockytown. You couldn't hack so you slipped into the shadows, hiding from your own shell. A shell of your former self? Now, you're just a parasite. Clawing onto my own friends to get you Television time you never deserved. While you were gone, I was holding down the mantle of being the hottest commodity in WCF. Me! No one else. We may be alike but I am damn sure ten times the competitor you will ever be, and twenty times the competitor you were in your prime.
Andre smirks. That little smirk slowly turns into a small laugh. Thinking about it really made him understand the irony of how things played out. It didn't really dawn on him until now. Just wasn't expecting it to be so soon.
Jay Omega. The former World Champion. The former United States, Hardcore, Tag. Your list of achievements goes on, and on. Hell Jay. You were the 14th War Winner, the World Champion everyone loved. You had everything, given a few setbacks but you had it all until you were left with nothing. You know what I think happened? You just couldn't handle not being the one. It ate you alive like maggots eating away at the dead body or the drug Croc that the kids are taking in New York that eats your flesh away. It was too much bear. Others being in the spotlight that you tried so hard to get back but when you couldn't, it killed you inside. So now you're coming out from the shadows to a vision that YOU can't even see. Bonnie, and Demarcus deserved way better but you're just using them as bait to make sure you're the one who gets the pin fall in the finals so that World Title shot is in your clutches. You guys understand what I'm saying? I'm looking out for my own stable mates than you are because I understand them on a PERSONAL level. You don't! Ever since you came back, you're just a dude using them for your own agenda when I'm the one here sitting in this chair looking into the fire. Call me Melisandre but the Lord of Light doesn't appreciate it when a shadow emerges to be seen. Nobody does, and you are that shadow. Now that shadow follows behind Bonnie, and Demarcus every time they got out for a stroll in the park in the sun but where are you Jay? You're nothing compared to them now. Your time was up. The clock has ticked for the last second when you left, and thrown into the garbage. Check the factor Jay. You're the symbiote here. Grabbing onto any living thing, and needing it to breath its final breaths but when you lose this Sunday. It's over. Now, remember when I said we're alike? We are Jay Omega. We're alike in so many ways that could maybe even have our names printed on the same plaque but damn sure now, we're not. Sure, you were a Hardcore Champion, and you were Tag Team Champion who couldn't maybe survive more than two weeks but we both can pull the trigger, and fire many bullets into the heads of our opponents. The only difference is because I'm willing to do it with a smile on my face, and you're just doing it while the cameras are flashing. All you are is a media generated image who continue to mooch off to anyone who shows you respect. I TAKE RESPECT! I TAKE IT, AND MAKE SURE IT STAYS THERE! You damn sure don't deserve my respect because you've used my friends only for your own agenda. You fucking BASTARD. You're a piece of shit, and I hate you. When we step into that ring, expect a broken body when you wake up in the hospital bed, and you're eating breakfast throw a straw or your own IV Bag. I can promise you that motherfucker.
Hold fast to one another, we will stand stranger to brother.
This match is going to be the next step in our path to becoming Trios Champions. Relentless Mischief is the only team that matters, and the only team worthy of receiving such a prize. Nobody will ever beat us in our wake. We are indestructible, and damn sure undefeated. Rebel Scum. My message for you is simple. You think you have all the tools to beat us, and think our civil war will be our downfall but when we step into the ring, we will come together to beat all you down to a bloody pulp. Yeah, this is the real world. Two teams who want to win are going to go for each others jugular, and not to mention, beat the living utter crap out of each other. Hello!!! This isn't the girl scouts or boy cookies. This isn't about the peace core. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. The way to win is to beat your opponent so that they can't get up for more than three contests or submit them. Tell me how else it should be won? Well except for other stipulations being put in but it shouldn't be about knowing who to hug, love or kiss. It's about fighitng, blood, sweat, tears, and brutality. Am I the only one who forgot that? No. So when we meet this Sunday in that ring, I'm bringing the old school spirit of fire, and pain that was gone for so long, and not a damn person is gonna stop me. So whatever you guys wanna say about me, say it. I'll be over here bringing down the fucking rain, and ending lives in that ring. Rebel Scum. I'll see you very soon, and it'll be quick, and clean.
Friday evening in Mexico City, and Andre is currently running through the park wearing nothing but running shorts, and running shoes all sponsored by Reebok. After all, he was a huge MMA fan, and he even thought Reebok was a good idea for UFC if it didn't mean ruining all the other sponsorship fighters really enjoyed making money off of. A lot was on his mind, and he was even thinking about the bullshit social media war with Crystal Knight who was full set on defending his own opponent just because she didn't agree with how he wrestled. This didn't make any sense. Why would she defend her when all three of them needed to win, and making matters worse, she even said to Andre that she would stop him. Is it him or has she gone off the deep end? In all of his years, no one on his team has ever decided to stop them from winning. It's fucking crazy-- scratch that, fucking near impossible but yet it was happening.
Strolling through his cardio jog, the park in the city had more a mother nature's touch to it rather than the concrete jungle infesting the natural radiance. It was a bunch of bridges hold high over a large lake, and he was running across on the wooden bridged with each stomp getting louder, and louder. Families, and other civilians moved out of the way as he continued running in his Reebok shorts, and shoes with his phone on his arm pound listening to his favorite band, New Years Day, to gather some thoughts. After the throw down that happened last week, everyone gave each other some space. Crystal, and Sarah haven't talked much to each other, and Andre can't handle being the Owl between Gryffndor, and Slytherin. It was too much. Civil War isn't what he needed, he needed the entire team to come together. Stopping at the end of the bridge was a little hunt with a bench, and wooden fence built around to show the beautiful scenery of the rest of the park. He sat down on the bench, and leaned back against the edge of the table while the sweat continues to drip off his face, and chest. Strong heavy breaths decreased all the way to short, slow breaths, heart rate slowly decreasing, and now
The music playing from his Premium Paid Spotify account paused. Vibrating on his right arm, he was receiving a call, and who could it be? None other than his own daughter, Serenity Holmes. By speaking into the voice command, the call was answered.
Hey Dad. How's everything?
Good, good. I'm just having a few problems on my plate right now with the Tournament I told you about. A lot of stress your father is going through because his team mates are being idiots fighting each other rather than our opponents. So now I have to be the message but after what happened on Twitter, I'm really done trying to hold this team together before it implodes.
He got up from his seat, and leaned against the pole in one corner of the hut. Folding his arms across his chest as he intensely stares down the scenery ahead of him.
Maybe if its not working out, just let it go. You're already a champion, two championships to be exact. So why do you need this?
Because I want this. Trios Championship, World Title Shot, and Trios Cup Tournament victory? That's too much of an opportunity to pass up. I want this win more than anything right now, and I'm doing my best to put my feelings aside to get the win. Like I didn't want to be teamed up with an evil witch or a delusional girl who thinks she's Snow White. Both of them can kiss my butt but just for the sake of winning, I'll do whatever it takes.
And how much has it been working out?
Andre sighed, and looked down for a moment. His voice reflected his defeat in the argument but Serenity was patient to listen to her own father after the family struggled they went through at the beginning of the year.
Not good at all.
Yeah, Dad. Just let it go, and leave the tournament. It's not worth putting you under a mental breakdown especially with your team mates who rather fight each other. Just let them go at it, and leave yourself alone. You have better things to worry about. There's always next year, and more opportunities will come down the road.
Serenity was right. There's War, Ultimate Showdown, Hellmination. A lot of other events that could open a chance for him to propel higher in the rankings of the roster. He should even be thankful for what he has no. He's one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, and also the current WCF Hardcore Champion. Believe it or not, that's one hell of a great record so far in your first six months of WCF. Andre was just too focused on the Trios Cup, and that's what blinding him from seeing the truth. His focus, and hatred is getting the better of him but he can't see that. Leaning against the pole, he sighed again. Andre wasn't too contempt on working with Sarah nor Crystal.
Yeah I'm here. Just thinking about what you said. Maybe you're right but I still have to do this. More success, more revenue. More money for your futures, and that's what I need to focus on. Make matters worst, they had to put me against my own friends.
What are you talking about?
I'm facing Jay Omega, Bonnie, and Demarcus.
Sheesh. How do you feel about your team mates going against them now?
I don't appreciate them questioning me. Especially Crystal. You know she asked me to change the way I am just because she's fucking caring about Bonnie Blue? First of all. Who is she to know Bonnie way more than I do? Who is she to say change who I am when I've gotten way more than she has in her entire life? Who is she to tell me what to do, and not do when she can't even win a match without some help. It's people like her who can be so controlling, and so demanding, and yet to play victim in the end when the script is flipped on her. This is what I can't stand about her. As a matter of fact, if she comes in my way, she's getting knocked out. Plain, and simple.
Dad, relax. Chill out for a moment. You're getting worked up, and not thinking this through. I'm sure Crystal was just asking you to ease off but I do agree that she shouldn't ask you to change who you are for no reason whatsoever. I don't want you getting angry like you did with Mom. Also, Athena wants to say something. Love you Dad, I got Homework.
Sitting back down on the bench, more like the table, he continued listening on the phone through the earphones, and eventually Athena, his youngest daughter, got on the phone.
Hi baby. I miss you.
I miss you too. When are you coming back home?
Soon baby soon. Daddy's gotta take care of some business okay? I'll see you in the summer, and we can spend lots of time together. Is Kaitlyn being nice to you?
Yeah. She's nice, I like her a lot. Is she our new mommy?
Umm..uhh...yeah. She is. Alright, I have a run to finish. Be nice to your sister, and Kaitlyn. Love you baby.
The call ended, and Andre buried his face deep into the palms of his hands. This was getting too much on his nerves, and the Trios match is only two days away. What more could happen before the match? As if fighting everything, and everyone in WCF wasn't enough, XIII was around the corner, and the matches were already made to defend the Hardcore Title in an Age of Ultron match that no one even heard before. Maybe it was a tribute to the Marvel movie or maybe it's because of something way worse to come. No matter what it was, he wanted to get it over with, and walk out still your WCF Hardcore Champion. To him, it didn't matter who was in the match nor who was the best. This is his yard, and only he controls the outcome. The same mentality for this Trios quarter final. This match was his yard as well, and his team HAS to win. The only outcome in his own mind, and now it's time for them to get another win.