Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 1, 2017 17:37:38 GMT -5
"I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts and close my eyes, and leap."
- Elphaba Wicked The Musical.
They say to understand the game, you must visualize every move your opponent is going to do. They never said anything about who my opponent would exactly be. I guess I overestimated that the real opponent in these games were never who I faced in the ring, in the streets or in my own home. My true opponent was always life. Life my friends was always the winner, Death the meager manager rummaging through the playbook on deciding if life should be the cause of their madness or the effect of their consequences? It plays us more than we think and it shows every meaning of its cruel intentions in the worst way possible, give or take the humor in its demise. Have we all been so ignorant to turn a blind eye to the game it plays or are we truly sucked into its sinking whirlpool, trapped in an eternal downward spiral of its manipulations? I used to think life is what you make it and fate cannot be controlled by its hands. Take my advice.
Life is cruel.
But. Do not worry yourselves about the game life plays. I was a loser on hard separate occasions. Knocked back to square one without the common courtesy of a checkpoint being saved in my journey but in this circumstance, I was never given a checkpoint. Oh no, no, no. I'm taking full control of the fucking game now because now I have a chance to seek out the recognition I was so wrongfully ruined of by the shredding of my contract at the hands of a drunken owner who flails his tiny cock around begging to be the next Logan of the WCF. However, life has fallen into my hands as the odds against my return were almost impossible to beat. Who would have expected this man to step forth into Seth Lerch's office and already have my name down in the Final Destination match and create such a great spot that shall be sung in the Halls of Legends for all eternity? Oh yes, for the first time:
Life...
The scene appears to be in a Mixed Martial Arts training facility. More so open in the lobby where an Octagon sized cage is locked with the lights only shining interior of the structure. Inside is a chocolate skinned muscular man who walks forward with the tattoo of blue and grey thorns covering the right side of his face, dressed in black tights sponsored by Reebok and double XL black MMA Gloves sponsored by TapOut. This greatly defined human being walks towards the camera and leans his hands against the fence, fingers locked tightly around the metal mesh. Andre Holmes smiles into the camera, that mere smirk presenting his true intentions: His return is written in stone.
Life loses the game to me.
Did you all really believe I would come back and expect to fall in line with the rest of common slaves at the hands of Seth? You really believed that a man who had to develop on his own in the fringes of the Professional Wrestling world would return bending over for that slimy son of a bitch who protects any man who pretends to be below average intelligence and squabbles his name out loud in such joyous manner? Please. My track record wouldn't allow it, my damn reputation would disgrace me if I did. I am not going to come back with a smile on my face - No, this is fucking vengeance for what that poor bastard has done to me. Allow me to refresh your memory of what exactly happened in Mexico so all you little new motherfuckers can get this poisoned idea Thomas Bates fed you of saving a broken promotion.
Now I may have issues surrounding drinking but this man takes the cake. Either way, that time opened new doors for me to grow as a competitor inside the ring and outside. I have dug deep into my demons and conquered them to be my slaves in the path of war no matter who my opponents were. In my absence, I have dominated other promotions as World Champion but although my rookie days were halted in this promotion, let the record show I was untouchable beyond expectations. I was ahead of my time but the elude of the WCF World Championship has increased my addiction for World Championship gold. I am back with a purpose and that is to be WCF World Champion again even if it means prematurely ending the wasteful talents of CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and possibly another failed attempt of Sarah Twilight's return under the new persona, Anon.Y.Mous.
I wonder how exactly are all three men feeling about their miniscule chances of pulling off the ultimate upset in not only winning the New Years Bash Match overall against others I have beaten and yet to have beat. Why do you think Seth are allowing the old timers to come back and give them opportunities more than the ones who stayed to keep this promotion on their back? The answer is simple. All these new guys, all these supposedly "future" generations do not have the mantle, the strength and the foundation to carry the greatest history, prestige and honor of this company than we did. I was the top prospect who was destined to be the King of the Midcard in my first five months of this company so you tell me what the hell do I have to fear? What do I have to fear against CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anonymous rather than what they have to fear from me?
Nothing.
That's right. I have absolutely nothing to fear from my three opponents. Victory was never given to them once my name was written on the card beside theirs and the rest of other men who were lucky enough to be booked away from my match. It's just how the smoke on the wheel keep spinning, I prove to be the best in the world time and time again inside and outside of the ring allowing others to have their little spotlight due to the fact I took an absence- a forced absence. Now their fifteen minutes of fame have come to a crashing end. I know they are putting in a work order demanding to extend but sorry ladies and gentlemen, I cannot do so because....fuck you guys.
I was gone for eight months. Eight months and look at what you guys have done in this promotion. We've had back to back World Champions diminishing the championship belt with people who would have never be given an opportunity. That's what you call a last resort. WCF has brought in a swarm of thieves and beggars who managed to steal and lie their way up to fame and glory in the wretched weak state of a promotion by the drunken Seth. On top of that, they all had the nerve to say that we were responsible for the Mexico Incident. I gave you all the proof right there with that replay; Yet they don't believe it. CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anonymous. Are you one of those bunch who believe that their time has come to be rooted from the lands of the talented and given the destiny of writing their names in the halls of legends, and myths?
Is it time for all three men to take it upon themselves and grasp a win over me?
Answer is:
No.
Life...
The scene appears to be in a Mixed Martial Arts training facility. More so open in the lobby where an Octagon sized cage is locked with the lights only shining interior of the structure. Inside is a chocolate skinned muscular man who walks forward with the tattoo of blue and grey thorns covering the right side of his face, dressed in black tights sponsored by Reebok and double XL black MMA Gloves sponsored by TapOut. This greatly defined human being walks towards the camera and leans his hands against the fence, fingers locked tightly around the metal mesh. Andre Holmes smiles into the camera, that mere smirk presenting his true intentions: His return is written in stone.
Life loses the game to me.
Did you all really believe I would come back and expect to fall in line with the rest of common slaves at the hands of Seth? You really believed that a man who had to develop on his own in the fringes of the Professional Wrestling world would return bending over for that slimy son of a bitch who protects any man who pretends to be below average intelligence and squabbles his name out loud in such joyous manner? Please. My track record wouldn't allow it, my damn reputation would disgrace me if I did. I am not going to come back with a smile on my face - No, this is fucking vengeance for what that poor bastard has done to me. Allow me to refresh your memory of what exactly happened in Mexico so all you little new motherfuckers can get this poisoned idea Thomas Bates fed you of saving a broken promotion.
Sunday Night Slam
05/08/2016
The scene suddenly cuts to Seth Lerch's office, where Logan is STILL standing.
Seth Lerch: WCF. Slam. The whole damn thing. It started with two people.... Seth Lerch and Logan.
The fans boo.
Seth Lerch: And for all I care? It can end the same fucking way.
By now, the fans have been checking their smart phones; they know what's going on.
Seth Lerch: As far as I'm concerned, this place is what I want it to be, or it's nothing. And I don't care if it's nothing. That's better than letting men other than myself shape what MY company should be. I'll let WCF die before I compromise. And to prove it?
Seth turns to Logan.
Seth Lerch: My files, please.
The WCF World Champion hands Seth a folder.
Seth Lerch: Inside this folder are a great number of randomly selected contracts. I don't care if they're #beachkrew, Rebellution - I don't care if they're up and coming stars, veterans.... This is what I think of you, "WCF Galaxy." I don't give a shit.
Seth drops the folder into a nearby paper shredder. We see the files go through, torn to shreds, and as such, legally null and void. Because that is how that works.
05/08/2016
The scene suddenly cuts to Seth Lerch's office, where Logan is STILL standing.
Seth Lerch: WCF. Slam. The whole damn thing. It started with two people.... Seth Lerch and Logan.
The fans boo.
Seth Lerch: And for all I care? It can end the same fucking way.
By now, the fans have been checking their smart phones; they know what's going on.
Seth Lerch: As far as I'm concerned, this place is what I want it to be, or it's nothing. And I don't care if it's nothing. That's better than letting men other than myself shape what MY company should be. I'll let WCF die before I compromise. And to prove it?
Seth turns to Logan.
Seth Lerch: My files, please.
The WCF World Champion hands Seth a folder.
Seth Lerch: Inside this folder are a great number of randomly selected contracts. I don't care if they're #beachkrew, Rebellution - I don't care if they're up and coming stars, veterans.... This is what I think of you, "WCF Galaxy." I don't give a shit.
Seth drops the folder into a nearby paper shredder. We see the files go through, torn to shreds, and as such, legally null and void. Because that is how that works.
Now I may have issues surrounding drinking but this man takes the cake. Either way, that time opened new doors for me to grow as a competitor inside the ring and outside. I have dug deep into my demons and conquered them to be my slaves in the path of war no matter who my opponents were. In my absence, I have dominated other promotions as World Champion but although my rookie days were halted in this promotion, let the record show I was untouchable beyond expectations. I was ahead of my time but the elude of the WCF World Championship has increased my addiction for World Championship gold. I am back with a purpose and that is to be WCF World Champion again even if it means prematurely ending the wasteful talents of CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and possibly another failed attempt of Sarah Twilight's return under the new persona, Anon.Y.Mous.
I wonder how exactly are all three men feeling about their miniscule chances of pulling off the ultimate upset in not only winning the New Years Bash Match overall against others I have beaten and yet to have beat. Why do you think Seth are allowing the old timers to come back and give them opportunities more than the ones who stayed to keep this promotion on their back? The answer is simple. All these new guys, all these supposedly "future" generations do not have the mantle, the strength and the foundation to carry the greatest history, prestige and honor of this company than we did. I was the top prospect who was destined to be the King of the Midcard in my first five months of this company so you tell me what the hell do I have to fear? What do I have to fear against CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anonymous rather than what they have to fear from me?
Nothing.
That's right. I have absolutely nothing to fear from my three opponents. Victory was never given to them once my name was written on the card beside theirs and the rest of other men who were lucky enough to be booked away from my match. It's just how the smoke on the wheel keep spinning, I prove to be the best in the world time and time again inside and outside of the ring allowing others to have their little spotlight due to the fact I took an absence- a forced absence. Now their fifteen minutes of fame have come to a crashing end. I know they are putting in a work order demanding to extend but sorry ladies and gentlemen, I cannot do so because....fuck you guys.
I was gone for eight months. Eight months and look at what you guys have done in this promotion. We've had back to back World Champions diminishing the championship belt with people who would have never be given an opportunity. That's what you call a last resort. WCF has brought in a swarm of thieves and beggars who managed to steal and lie their way up to fame and glory in the wretched weak state of a promotion by the drunken Seth. On top of that, they all had the nerve to say that we were responsible for the Mexico Incident. I gave you all the proof right there with that replay; Yet they don't believe it. CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anonymous. Are you one of those bunch who believe that their time has come to be rooted from the lands of the talented and given the destiny of writing their names in the halls of legends, and myths?
Is it time for all three men to take it upon themselves and grasp a win over me?
Answer is:
No.
DOUBT.
THE BETA.
REALIZATION.
COWARD.
WAR. War was the definition of discovering who a person truly is when faced off against an adversary that has proven to be an reckoning force. With all the returning talent to WCF, the remaining roster has been on edge about their spot. No one ever thought Pantheon would be united with the members of former World Champions and future World Champions, they led the door to more returning talent to the promotion thus putting everyone else on the edge of their seats. It was a marvelous event to watch, like Jesus descended from the heavens disrupting all illusions of power and control. Controversy was an understatement in that case, this is was fucking reality.
After the PPV ended, Andre was back in Houston, Texas in his humble abode. Sitting at home in the large living room with his chocolate skinned muscular body dressed in white Reebok shorts and a plain grey T-Shirt. He sat down on the brown couch, feet caressed by the smooth teal carpet and Andre leaned back in the couch watching every second of the WAR match. His hazel eyes glued to the smart TV and he couldn't believe that Pantheon had returned. It brought joy to his heart, satisfaction to his sadistic side, knowing that the WCF roster would never have a chance of their tainted glory ever again. As soon as he get up, his cellphone started ringing. He took it up in his right hand and checked the screen which revealed the one name that abandoned him in his time of need.
It was Seth.
Andre Holmes: How the fuck did you get this number?
Seth Lerch: We need to talk-
Andre Holmes: No. We don't need to talk about anything. You made your choice and now you're dealing with the consequences you drunken fuck. You think you have ANY right to call my number and demand forgiveness after what you did in Mexico?!
Andre had every right to be angry with the owner he put his trust in. The owner he defended on multiple occasions and stood behind even through his darkest days. However, no one should interfere with a father's work on putting food on the table for his family to eat and paying the bills for his family to live freely. Seth put that in jeopardy when he drunkenly shredded his WCF contract thus almost forcing him to lose everything he worked so hard for. He stood up then paced around the living room alone inside the house. Thank God, Kaitlyn and his daughters were all out grocery shopping or else they would have been in for a front row seat of a shouting match.
Seth Lerch: ...
Andre Holmes: No response? No more words to say? Do you need The Family to back you up this time? You know what was the funny thing Seth? No matter what happened to us, you never cared. You never know what it's like to come home to your children, your girlfriend and tell them how bad and manipulative your boss was. You sheltered a fucking a woman who wanted to destroy my family, and not only did you fucking almost put my life in jeapardy, you had the fucking nerve to keep them around as your new faces of the WCF. Why should I forgive you Seth? Why? Tell me why. Only thing you deserve from me is a knife jammed down your fucking throat. Everyone in my days were behind you, we stood loyal and you castus out. To make matters worse, you had to sign the worst fucking talent out on the streets and give them all title shots we earned from DAY ONE!
Seth Lerch: I don't deserve your forgiveness nor do I want it. I'm calling you because I want you back at my promotion. I want an answer yes or no.
Andre Holmes: You want me back? How many others have you told?
Seth Lerch: Just answe-
He started chuckling then it grew into boisterous laughter. Andre sat down on the couch again and laid his forehead into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his forehead as the truth really exposed itself when Seth asked him to return to WCF.
Andre Holmes: I can't believe this. You're not calling because you want me back, you're calling because you've lost faith. You've lost faith haven't you Seth? What's wrong? Isn't you new beloved talent supposed to raise the bar? Keep up to your standards?
Seth Lerch: Andre, enough! Make the fucking decision, yes or no?!
Andre Holmes: Okay. I'll come back but not for you. I'm coming back for one thing I was robbed of the chance. The WCF World Championship.
Seth Lerch: But until then, I'll be putting you in Final Destination. However, I may need you again. There are plans of a Sunday Night Slam ending with a match I'm calling, "New Years Bash", where you'll be in a qualifier against CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anon.Y.Mous. Are you perfectly fin- oh who am I kidding? Of course you are. Anything I should know before you curse me off?
Andre Holmes: Yes. Tell all of them I will not be responsible for ending their careers so early in your promotion. However, I want you to watch the match carefully and realize just what happens when you screw someone over their own family. I'm going to make them pay for their father's sins and truly let them realize they were fucking pigs to a slaughterhouse. You protected them, you shielded them, you fed them with your championships you created to spite us. Their blood on your fucking head and I'll make sure of it.
He ended the call with those final words and threw his Galaxy S7 straight into the other couch. Andre got up and looked around his living room, the green walls, the round glass table with the remote on top of it. Other furniture inside, portraits of his family on the walls and the surround system set. He sighed out loud and couldn't believe he actually said yes to his return. Imagine what Kaitlyn would said and she's pregnant for six months. Speak of the devil, the door to the garage opened; Kaitlyn and his daughters all walked inside the hallway linking between the front door and the living room but she knew something was wrong when she saw the father of her future twins, Andre, standing in the living room alone with the television off. Athena and Serenity were asked to start packing out the groceries while she sat down on the couch with the man she loved wearing a long green dress and black flats to make the baby bump comfortable.
Kaitlyn Curran: What's wrong?
Andre Holmes: I ugh...made a decision.
Kaitlyn Curran: What kind of decision?
Andre Holmes: Well-
Athena Holmes: Hey mom, where do you want the pickles?
Kaitlyn Curran: Leave them out. Anyways, what was the decision Andre?
Andre Holmes: I'm going back to WCF.
She narrowed her green eyes and her jaw nearly dropped. A moment of silence was ushered between the two even though Andre knew he was in for a shitstorm.
Serenity Holmes: We're done. Want us to stay or?
Kaitlyn Curran: No, you guys can go.
His daughters left the kitchen and ran up stairs back to their rooms. Kaitlyn shook her head at Andre until her voice was booming straight into his ears.
Kaitlyn Curran: May I politely ask what the fuck are you thinking?!
Andre Holmes: Oh here we go. I knew this was going to happen.
Kaitlyn Curran: Why would you go back to that place?! It's fucking vile, disgusting and it should have been shut down from Mexico. Do I have to remind you what happened there?
Of course not, Andre knew all too well. During his time in WCF, Kaitlyn was constantly targeted along with his family by his opponents to get the upper hand on his success. Especially by that wretched dead bitch Katherine Phoenix who mercilessly tried to destroy her in order to force Andre to love her. Kaitlyn and his daughters were always shunned by name and thrown into the mix of pushing Andre into his temper which proved dangerous for all. Those memories will never fade away but he's grown more mature and stronger as a mental fighter, and wrestler. He leans back more into the couch with his arms folded and sighed even more as she continued ranting, listing every reason why not to return.
Andre Holmes: Are you done?
Kaitlyn Curran: You better fix this. If you ever put this family in jeopardy again, I swear to God Andre. You better hope you make things right this time!
She got up off the couch and headed to the master bedroom upstairs taking her own sweet time. Andre collapsed his face into the cushion of the couch and groaned. Whether they liked it or not, Andre Holmes is back in the WCF.
After the PPV ended, Andre was back in Houston, Texas in his humble abode. Sitting at home in the large living room with his chocolate skinned muscular body dressed in white Reebok shorts and a plain grey T-Shirt. He sat down on the brown couch, feet caressed by the smooth teal carpet and Andre leaned back in the couch watching every second of the WAR match. His hazel eyes glued to the smart TV and he couldn't believe that Pantheon had returned. It brought joy to his heart, satisfaction to his sadistic side, knowing that the WCF roster would never have a chance of their tainted glory ever again. As soon as he get up, his cellphone started ringing. He took it up in his right hand and checked the screen which revealed the one name that abandoned him in his time of need.
It was Seth.
Andre Holmes: How the fuck did you get this number?
Seth Lerch: We need to talk-
Andre Holmes: No. We don't need to talk about anything. You made your choice and now you're dealing with the consequences you drunken fuck. You think you have ANY right to call my number and demand forgiveness after what you did in Mexico?!
Andre had every right to be angry with the owner he put his trust in. The owner he defended on multiple occasions and stood behind even through his darkest days. However, no one should interfere with a father's work on putting food on the table for his family to eat and paying the bills for his family to live freely. Seth put that in jeopardy when he drunkenly shredded his WCF contract thus almost forcing him to lose everything he worked so hard for. He stood up then paced around the living room alone inside the house. Thank God, Kaitlyn and his daughters were all out grocery shopping or else they would have been in for a front row seat of a shouting match.
Seth Lerch: ...
Andre Holmes: No response? No more words to say? Do you need The Family to back you up this time? You know what was the funny thing Seth? No matter what happened to us, you never cared. You never know what it's like to come home to your children, your girlfriend and tell them how bad and manipulative your boss was. You sheltered a fucking a woman who wanted to destroy my family, and not only did you fucking almost put my life in jeapardy, you had the fucking nerve to keep them around as your new faces of the WCF. Why should I forgive you Seth? Why? Tell me why. Only thing you deserve from me is a knife jammed down your fucking throat. Everyone in my days were behind you, we stood loyal and you castus out. To make matters worse, you had to sign the worst fucking talent out on the streets and give them all title shots we earned from DAY ONE!
Seth Lerch: I don't deserve your forgiveness nor do I want it. I'm calling you because I want you back at my promotion. I want an answer yes or no.
Andre Holmes: You want me back? How many others have you told?
Seth Lerch: Just answe-
He started chuckling then it grew into boisterous laughter. Andre sat down on the couch again and laid his forehead into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his forehead as the truth really exposed itself when Seth asked him to return to WCF.
Andre Holmes: I can't believe this. You're not calling because you want me back, you're calling because you've lost faith. You've lost faith haven't you Seth? What's wrong? Isn't you new beloved talent supposed to raise the bar? Keep up to your standards?
Seth Lerch: Andre, enough! Make the fucking decision, yes or no?!
Andre Holmes: Okay. I'll come back but not for you. I'm coming back for one thing I was robbed of the chance. The WCF World Championship.
Seth Lerch: But until then, I'll be putting you in Final Destination. However, I may need you again. There are plans of a Sunday Night Slam ending with a match I'm calling, "New Years Bash", where you'll be in a qualifier against CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and Anon.Y.Mous. Are you perfectly fin- oh who am I kidding? Of course you are. Anything I should know before you curse me off?
Andre Holmes: Yes. Tell all of them I will not be responsible for ending their careers so early in your promotion. However, I want you to watch the match carefully and realize just what happens when you screw someone over their own family. I'm going to make them pay for their father's sins and truly let them realize they were fucking pigs to a slaughterhouse. You protected them, you shielded them, you fed them with your championships you created to spite us. Their blood on your fucking head and I'll make sure of it.
He ended the call with those final words and threw his Galaxy S7 straight into the other couch. Andre got up and looked around his living room, the green walls, the round glass table with the remote on top of it. Other furniture inside, portraits of his family on the walls and the surround system set. He sighed out loud and couldn't believe he actually said yes to his return. Imagine what Kaitlyn would said and she's pregnant for six months. Speak of the devil, the door to the garage opened; Kaitlyn and his daughters all walked inside the hallway linking between the front door and the living room but she knew something was wrong when she saw the father of her future twins, Andre, standing in the living room alone with the television off. Athena and Serenity were asked to start packing out the groceries while she sat down on the couch with the man she loved wearing a long green dress and black flats to make the baby bump comfortable.
Kaitlyn Curran: What's wrong?
Andre Holmes: I ugh...made a decision.
Kaitlyn Curran: What kind of decision?
Andre Holmes: Well-
Athena Holmes: Hey mom, where do you want the pickles?
Kaitlyn Curran: Leave them out. Anyways, what was the decision Andre?
Andre Holmes: I'm going back to WCF.
She narrowed her green eyes and her jaw nearly dropped. A moment of silence was ushered between the two even though Andre knew he was in for a shitstorm.
Serenity Holmes: We're done. Want us to stay or?
Kaitlyn Curran: No, you guys can go.
His daughters left the kitchen and ran up stairs back to their rooms. Kaitlyn shook her head at Andre until her voice was booming straight into his ears.
Kaitlyn Curran: May I politely ask what the fuck are you thinking?!
Andre Holmes: Oh here we go. I knew this was going to happen.
Kaitlyn Curran: Why would you go back to that place?! It's fucking vile, disgusting and it should have been shut down from Mexico. Do I have to remind you what happened there?
Of course not, Andre knew all too well. During his time in WCF, Kaitlyn was constantly targeted along with his family by his opponents to get the upper hand on his success. Especially by that wretched dead bitch Katherine Phoenix who mercilessly tried to destroy her in order to force Andre to love her. Kaitlyn and his daughters were always shunned by name and thrown into the mix of pushing Andre into his temper which proved dangerous for all. Those memories will never fade away but he's grown more mature and stronger as a mental fighter, and wrestler. He leans back more into the couch with his arms folded and sighed even more as she continued ranting, listing every reason why not to return.
Andre Holmes: Are you done?
Kaitlyn Curran: You better fix this. If you ever put this family in jeopardy again, I swear to God Andre. You better hope you make things right this time!
She got up off the couch and headed to the master bedroom upstairs taking her own sweet time. Andre collapsed his face into the cushion of the couch and groaned. Whether they liked it or not, Andre Holmes is back in the WCF.
THE BETA.
Shame CJ. I thought you out of all people would have ascended to greatness. You were given the opportunity to rise above the average you first entered into the WCF with. I remembered you as a young pup with the rest barking madly in the box, you were just as common as others. You never really stood out in your first days as I have. A shame really CJ. How you did everything you could to bring the spotlight on you just for a tad moment but every chance thrown at your feet was blown away by the mere winds of those with actual talent. I saw that greed, that desperation build up deep inside you. It's a rather all too odor now WCF has been sprayed with. Repulsive really but even now we both find ourselves on common ground. A returning forgotten wolf and a young pup now bearing his fangs. However CJ, there's always that moment when the young pup has to challenge the Alpha to see if he is ready to lead the pack. The time where he proves his mane isn't just for showing off, it's a rarity for that pup to shed. The time where the pup grows into that ferocious night wolf howling for all beasts to hear and bow to the blinking shadows of his presence under the moon.
Do you hear that CJ?
The howling?
You know what it sounds like?
Failure.
That's what you've always been destined for. You're the runt of the litter. We look at you and already define you as the competitor who can have just a tip of success but will ultimately fail when it matters most. You CJ, you're not a man I have to worry about. I've bested you in the early days of our career and it will continue be nothing but a marathon of how easily is it so put down a wayward bitch just like yourself. I'm sure you may have presented yourself to the others as this desirable talent that must be respected at all times; Can we really do some soul searching? If I were to publicly humiliate you worse than Pantheon did, would everyone really believe in this facade that you are truly the future of this company? Come on CJ. I may bullshit sometimes but you take it to a whole new level young pup.
For a moment, I...I was starting to believe you were finally breaking out from your shell. After spending so many days searching for who you really were, I thought you were actually- just for a tad moment- The Alpha. Maybe that was the CJ Phoenix we were all looking for in the first place. The CJ Phoenix no one would turn their channels away from, no one would take bathroom breaks during your matches, the CJ Phoenix we all came to hope and be entertained from. The Alpha Champion, CJ Phoenix, and yet here you are still a broken forgotten man. I had hope for you CJ, we all did. Everyone had hoped you would lead the new generation to be strong, courageous, intelligent and fearless of whoever stood in their way. You were given challenges beyond your imaginations. Despite all of this, what did you do best in your times of glory?
Failure.
Oh how that must hurt you deep inside. That word becoming your greatest trait. Failure. You need to understand CJ that the hands of God weave your destiny to be what you were always greatest to do. You are a failure CJ. A noble one but still a failure. No matter how hard you try, no matter how easy the shortcuts are, you cannot win. You were born to be failure like it was your birthright. You've tried so hard to grow your crops in the futile fields of your career but we've all seen how plagued they were. You could never truly aspire to be more than the trash you are; It hurts to know but who am I lie to such a poor soul? The truth is exactly as what you've always been. A strong failure who keeps trying so hard to grasp what could never be his, a formidable Professional Wrestler.
There's a word for people like you- you know? People who always fail to become a leader. As the old saying goes, if you cannot command, you must obey. What is the word for people like you who fall in line, and look down when their masters have come to handle the big boy business? It was a special kind of word they would always use to ensure that the second best would not feel left out. I don't think it's participation award. Ah, of course CJ! You were never the Alpha, your role was truly being the Beta. I like that. CJ Phoenix, The Beta of the WCF. It kind of has a nice roll off the tongue, a good ringing to the ear. The Beta. After all CJ, second place? Seems fitting for a man who cannot even hold Gold for more than a hundred days in his life.
Fuck CJ. The Beta who tried to be the Alpha and without any shadow of a doubt, failed. Damn. That must really suck to know how bad you really tried to put on this facade, this illusion you ever had a chance to be fucking great at Seth's new championship. Is that why Seth introduced the WCF Alpha Championship and ruined the WCF United States Championship? So he could give you fucking losers a chance to be great for once in your pathetic lives? You know what is really funny. Seth, our boss, introduced the Alpha Championship trusting in you, CJ Phoenix, that you could finally have your breakthrough moment and surprise us all how much of a great wrestler you are yet when given the opportunity to face the best in the world, the Alpha definitely became the Beta.
CJ. There is no hope for the weak in this New Years Bash match which you fall into that category. If you want to know how bad you're going to lose against me, you can ask everyone else who say they have a chance but deep down they know inside that Andre Holmes will always be the victor in the WCF. It's not me being an asshole, it's me stating facts. I am yet to be defeated by a bunch of a rookies and I am yet to be humiliated by anyone in this company inside the ring. Why should I have to fear you CJ? You offer me nothing. I remember when we faced off multiple times and I was always the victor. Sure Seth shielded you again in these stupid Tag Team matches but you never really tried your best. You were so focused on making yourself look good rather than helping your own team mates.
Such a selfish path to take. Always thinking about yourself and if you spent just as so much as time jacking off to your own reflection and put that into your training to win, you would have been World Champion. That's what separates you from me. You do not have that warrior mentality to keep fighting after getting kicked to the curb. An example? When I was fired from the WCF, I had to fucking get off my black ass and continue on my drive to be the best in the world. Now I hold four World Championships in my career and I'm looking for the WCF to be fifth. You want to taste a World Title? You have to go through me first which is kind of cruel knowing that you beating me can never happen into reality. It's almost a death sentence that Seth has put me in this qualifier match against a bunch of nobodies. You, CJ, and Anonymous.
Damn.
What did you all do to piss him off?
My return was marked on ink and I expected to be given a type of a match that would let me off easy. Final Destination, well I kind of acted stupid and went for the glory moment of putting Eric Price out of the picture. Oh come on....who wouldn't want to make a former WCF World Champion shit himself in the match? I saw the opportunity to make a statement then I took it in the palm of my hands. Eric Price has still yet to be heard after Phoenix Splashing him through a table and putting him almost out of his pathetic return to the WCF. It's what I do. I live to ruin the so called "good things" that are happening just for my entertainment and to also put me on the TMZ News that are so bias on me. It doesn't matter who I hurt, it matters why Andre decided to hurt them. I'm going to do the same to you in that match CJ. Trust.
Honesty is the best policy right?
I don't give a flying fuck about you CJ. I don't honestly care whether you end up in the hospital and the doctors have to pull your plug. I don't care about anything that involves you. You are never going to be the man, you are a child still shitting in the sandbox CJ. It's very unfortunate that Seth put you in this match but against me especially at the moment when my potential is being tapped into, it's your day of reckoning. You better pray that you are lucky enough to escape with your life because I can promise that the next time we face off in the ring and you're still breathing, I will end your life right there.
CJ. You're a fucking fraud, a fucking wannabe and you're the typical common worm hidden under the rock of parasites that continue to suck the life out this company because you're 1) boring, 2) just like everyone else 3) a barely fucking one hit wonder. Nothing about you possesses any quality that has the company down on its knees to give you the heads up and the ultimate push of a lifetime. I'm sorry CJ but I have to tell the truth. You will never fulfill my shoes of being the greatest top prospect the WCF had in years. You will never be the Dune, the Joey Flash, the Jared Holmes, the Johnny Rabid, the Andre Holmes and much more. Joining the list of wrestlers who came in and took the WCF by storm in their first year as you sat there watching us do what we did and copying our styles as an experiment to better yourself. You're a fucking weak wrestler and a crippling mental bitch. Your mind is so easy to twist and bury down into the ground.
And what's ironic is that you're a man who portrays himself as a psychologist, the Mad Hatter of the WCF. You can twist and devour minds with your words and here I am exposing the fraud deep within you? No CJ. You can't allow this happen. It must really tear your ego apart for someone like me- no, no one is like me. It burned you deep inside, the returning Andre Holmes completely destroying everything you worked so hard for (given how little it is) to be burned in flames. The Phoenix was thrown into the fire and somehow got burned? Jean Grey? CJ Phoenix stole your powers and ruined it. There goes the X-Men series. You're not going to get past the qualifier but I damn sure will. I'm going to destroy you with your friends Dion, Anonymous and everyone else Seth decided to put as my new victims for 2017. As if he wasn't stupid enough to put all three of you in the match, he handed 65% of the roster on a silver platter who actually could have of been of worth. Fuck this match.
I.
Want.
Them.
Dead.
Do you hear that CJ?
The howling?
You know what it sounds like?
Failure.
That's what you've always been destined for. You're the runt of the litter. We look at you and already define you as the competitor who can have just a tip of success but will ultimately fail when it matters most. You CJ, you're not a man I have to worry about. I've bested you in the early days of our career and it will continue be nothing but a marathon of how easily is it so put down a wayward bitch just like yourself. I'm sure you may have presented yourself to the others as this desirable talent that must be respected at all times; Can we really do some soul searching? If I were to publicly humiliate you worse than Pantheon did, would everyone really believe in this facade that you are truly the future of this company? Come on CJ. I may bullshit sometimes but you take it to a whole new level young pup.
For a moment, I...I was starting to believe you were finally breaking out from your shell. After spending so many days searching for who you really were, I thought you were actually- just for a tad moment- The Alpha. Maybe that was the CJ Phoenix we were all looking for in the first place. The CJ Phoenix no one would turn their channels away from, no one would take bathroom breaks during your matches, the CJ Phoenix we all came to hope and be entertained from. The Alpha Champion, CJ Phoenix, and yet here you are still a broken forgotten man. I had hope for you CJ, we all did. Everyone had hoped you would lead the new generation to be strong, courageous, intelligent and fearless of whoever stood in their way. You were given challenges beyond your imaginations. Despite all of this, what did you do best in your times of glory?
Failure.
Oh how that must hurt you deep inside. That word becoming your greatest trait. Failure. You need to understand CJ that the hands of God weave your destiny to be what you were always greatest to do. You are a failure CJ. A noble one but still a failure. No matter how hard you try, no matter how easy the shortcuts are, you cannot win. You were born to be failure like it was your birthright. You've tried so hard to grow your crops in the futile fields of your career but we've all seen how plagued they were. You could never truly aspire to be more than the trash you are; It hurts to know but who am I lie to such a poor soul? The truth is exactly as what you've always been. A strong failure who keeps trying so hard to grasp what could never be his, a formidable Professional Wrestler.
There's a word for people like you- you know? People who always fail to become a leader. As the old saying goes, if you cannot command, you must obey. What is the word for people like you who fall in line, and look down when their masters have come to handle the big boy business? It was a special kind of word they would always use to ensure that the second best would not feel left out. I don't think it's participation award. Ah, of course CJ! You were never the Alpha, your role was truly being the Beta. I like that. CJ Phoenix, The Beta of the WCF. It kind of has a nice roll off the tongue, a good ringing to the ear. The Beta. After all CJ, second place? Seems fitting for a man who cannot even hold Gold for more than a hundred days in his life.
Fuck CJ. The Beta who tried to be the Alpha and without any shadow of a doubt, failed. Damn. That must really suck to know how bad you really tried to put on this facade, this illusion you ever had a chance to be fucking great at Seth's new championship. Is that why Seth introduced the WCF Alpha Championship and ruined the WCF United States Championship? So he could give you fucking losers a chance to be great for once in your pathetic lives? You know what is really funny. Seth, our boss, introduced the Alpha Championship trusting in you, CJ Phoenix, that you could finally have your breakthrough moment and surprise us all how much of a great wrestler you are yet when given the opportunity to face the best in the world, the Alpha definitely became the Beta.
CJ. There is no hope for the weak in this New Years Bash match which you fall into that category. If you want to know how bad you're going to lose against me, you can ask everyone else who say they have a chance but deep down they know inside that Andre Holmes will always be the victor in the WCF. It's not me being an asshole, it's me stating facts. I am yet to be defeated by a bunch of a rookies and I am yet to be humiliated by anyone in this company inside the ring. Why should I have to fear you CJ? You offer me nothing. I remember when we faced off multiple times and I was always the victor. Sure Seth shielded you again in these stupid Tag Team matches but you never really tried your best. You were so focused on making yourself look good rather than helping your own team mates.
Such a selfish path to take. Always thinking about yourself and if you spent just as so much as time jacking off to your own reflection and put that into your training to win, you would have been World Champion. That's what separates you from me. You do not have that warrior mentality to keep fighting after getting kicked to the curb. An example? When I was fired from the WCF, I had to fucking get off my black ass and continue on my drive to be the best in the world. Now I hold four World Championships in my career and I'm looking for the WCF to be fifth. You want to taste a World Title? You have to go through me first which is kind of cruel knowing that you beating me can never happen into reality. It's almost a death sentence that Seth has put me in this qualifier match against a bunch of nobodies. You, CJ, and Anonymous.
Damn.
What did you all do to piss him off?
My return was marked on ink and I expected to be given a type of a match that would let me off easy. Final Destination, well I kind of acted stupid and went for the glory moment of putting Eric Price out of the picture. Oh come on....who wouldn't want to make a former WCF World Champion shit himself in the match? I saw the opportunity to make a statement then I took it in the palm of my hands. Eric Price has still yet to be heard after Phoenix Splashing him through a table and putting him almost out of his pathetic return to the WCF. It's what I do. I live to ruin the so called "good things" that are happening just for my entertainment and to also put me on the TMZ News that are so bias on me. It doesn't matter who I hurt, it matters why Andre decided to hurt them. I'm going to do the same to you in that match CJ. Trust.
Honesty is the best policy right?
I don't give a flying fuck about you CJ. I don't honestly care whether you end up in the hospital and the doctors have to pull your plug. I don't care about anything that involves you. You are never going to be the man, you are a child still shitting in the sandbox CJ. It's very unfortunate that Seth put you in this match but against me especially at the moment when my potential is being tapped into, it's your day of reckoning. You better pray that you are lucky enough to escape with your life because I can promise that the next time we face off in the ring and you're still breathing, I will end your life right there.
CJ. You're a fucking fraud, a fucking wannabe and you're the typical common worm hidden under the rock of parasites that continue to suck the life out this company because you're 1) boring, 2) just like everyone else 3) a barely fucking one hit wonder. Nothing about you possesses any quality that has the company down on its knees to give you the heads up and the ultimate push of a lifetime. I'm sorry CJ but I have to tell the truth. You will never fulfill my shoes of being the greatest top prospect the WCF had in years. You will never be the Dune, the Joey Flash, the Jared Holmes, the Johnny Rabid, the Andre Holmes and much more. Joining the list of wrestlers who came in and took the WCF by storm in their first year as you sat there watching us do what we did and copying our styles as an experiment to better yourself. You're a fucking weak wrestler and a crippling mental bitch. Your mind is so easy to twist and bury down into the ground.
And what's ironic is that you're a man who portrays himself as a psychologist, the Mad Hatter of the WCF. You can twist and devour minds with your words and here I am exposing the fraud deep within you? No CJ. You can't allow this happen. It must really tear your ego apart for someone like me- no, no one is like me. It burned you deep inside, the returning Andre Holmes completely destroying everything you worked so hard for (given how little it is) to be burned in flames. The Phoenix was thrown into the fire and somehow got burned? Jean Grey? CJ Phoenix stole your powers and ruined it. There goes the X-Men series. You're not going to get past the qualifier but I damn sure will. I'm going to destroy you with your friends Dion, Anonymous and everyone else Seth decided to put as my new victims for 2017. As if he wasn't stupid enough to put all three of you in the match, he handed 65% of the roster on a silver platter who actually could have of been of worth. Fuck this match.
I.
Want.
Them.
Dead.
REALIZATION.
The alarm clock starting ringing on his Galaxy S7 on the bedside counter. Andre's right hand slammed on his phone screen to shut it off before groaning from waking up so early in the morning. It was his usual regime, nine o clock in the morning for his first cardio run around the neighborhood. Kaitlyn, his pregnant girlfriend, was right beside him with his other arm caressing her baby bump but also holding his hand. She was deep in her sleep and Andre always enjoyed cuddling her; making her feel not alone and she always had someone to be there for her. The smell of her red hair always soothed him but now it was time to break the chain and go on about his business. He sat up on the right side of the bed only dressed in his tight grey underwear looking down at the grey carpet then picking up his smartphone to look at the time. Andre even checked the workout schedule for the day before getting into the bathroom for that usual morning piss.
After that, he went to wash his hands in the sink in the masters bedroom. Splashing his face with the water, Andre turned his off the pipe to look himself in the eyes in the mirror. Everything was coming back to him from his first days in the WCF. For a rookie to endure what he did and still gain a World Championship in the same year, it takes a lot of heart for a man to put his family on his back no matter. Andre was always a hot head, quick tempered, and easily genocidal man who valued friendship, honor, respect, loyalty and most importantly family above everything. It never mattered who was the next guy who could be the threat to his career, it was the next guy who would be the threat to his life.
He remembered the times when Dag Riddik would constantly try to belittle him as nothing in the WCF, K.L Henson would try to put on this facade that Andre Holmes is a flat out intentional murderer (teehee) but the worst of all when Katherine Phoenix tried to force a marriage on him and try to murder his own family. However, he realized that with everyone who tried to fucking ruin what he built for many years. There were all that. "Tried". In the end, his family was safe in Houston back at his beautiful home and Andre could leave everyday knowing that his beautiful daughters, Serenity and Athena, along with his pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn, would be perfectly safe at home and away from harm.
It would destroy him if anyone would be able to get their hands on his children. One day it could happen but if that day were to come, Andre Holmes would be destroyed and maybe something worse would be reborn inside him. Let us pray that day will never come because it does, may God help us all.
Kaitlyn Curran: You're awake.
She said as she sat up on the King sized bed shuffling the sheets over to cover her baby bump. Andre walked out of the bathroom to help arrange the pillows to make her more comfortable and Kaitlyn fixed her black pajama shirt.
Andre Holmes: I didn't mean to wake you up.
Kaitlyn Curran: ...I love waking up to your face.
Kaitlyn gently stroked his cheeks with her fingers as Andre leaned in closer to her after sitting down on the edge of the bed. He smiled, enjoying her soft fingers gently against his face.
Andre Holmes: I know. That's why I love looking at myself in the mirror every morning.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre!
She slapped his face with her back hand a little harshly but Andre laughed. Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, he was always the joker in the relationship. After he got done with his antics, she turned away to look outside the window. The sun's rays infiltrating through the window and lighting up the master bedroom but Andre could always tell when the person he loved felt weird or out of a place. It wasn't emotional intelligence, it was always his intuition and his love. The seventh sense which is rare: when you know something is wrong with the people you love.
Andre Holmes: Still upset?
Kaitlyn Curran: No...I-I just don't understand why would you go back to that place. I don't like it one bit.
Andre Holmes: If it wasn't for WCF, I would have never met you. I love the WCF but I made a promise to you and to our children that I would become WCF World Champion and I don't plan on breaking that promise. I have to do this. This is where I returned and this is the company I have to prove myself that I can be the man you all want me to be. Kaitlyn, why are you so upset about my decision?
Kaitlyn Curran: Because I'm scared!
Woah, she caught him off guard. He didn't expect to be scared of his decision but it was pretty understandable after everything they've been through so far in the year. She's been put in some very harsh situations with Andre although her love for him has been the reason she stayed in the first place and also she's pregnant with twins. Kaitlyn knew what the WCF was capable of and some nights she would have nightmares of the worst possible outcomes destroying Andre from the inside out. It's not easy going to sleep at night knowing the one you love could be destroyed or ruined in a matter of seconds, the WCF had a strong chance of that happening every week. Andre sighed and looked away for a moment until Kaitlyn continued.
Kaitlyn Curran: You don't know how many nights I can barely sleep without wondering if you're going to call the next morning. That place...that place is evil Andre. It's scary, evil and many things have happened to you that I don't want to see it coming to life ever again. I have to watch you go through some of the hardest events in that promotion and you're deciding to go back into that hell hole?! What if it happens? What if you don't call in the morning and they have to come at my doorstep to tell me you're gone? No! I won't let you go, you're mine, I can't let yo-
He immediately planted his lips onto hers. Kaitlyn was silenced as she placed her hands on each side of her face, almost tearing up from her emotional ranting. Andre released his lips from hers and they were forehead to forehead, eyes shut as he really appreciated her concern for his well being. Andre knew what he was getting himself into, it's uncharted territory for any wrestler. Especially in the WCF, a competitor has to expect the unexpected at all times or else they too will fall short on when it counts.
Andre Holmes: Listen to me, I will not let that happen. I love you and our children so much, I will not let anyone destroy me. You are all I have left in this world and I will do everything in my power to keep you, our daughters and my sons safe. Do you hear me Kaitlyn? I promise you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Damn you.
She leaned her head into his right shoulder and hugged him tightly. Andre closed his eyes and sighed again, her comfort was too valuable to him. She really did put him on the spot but eventually Andre will always do what a boyfriend does. Disobey her warnings and continue on the path he knows best and that my friends is wrestling. Despite the fact Kaitlyn brought up very good points, the passion for Professional Wrestling was too strong to be dismayed. Andre wanted to be WCF World Champion more than anything at the time to prove that his reign in the beginning stages of his WCF career was more than just a one hit wonder. He resented the idea of being a one hit wonder especially with all that potential still yet to be tapped into. No, this is was his time. His moment to shine no matter how long it took him to reach the top.
He needed to be World Champion and silence everyone who said he could never do it. Andre was forced out of the company as a double-reigning champion holding both the WCF Hardcore and Tag Team Championships. Now he returns with one goal in mind and that goal would solidify his place in the company as one of the many Triple Crown Champion especially all in the reign of two years. He kissed Kaitlyn on the cheek again then got ready with his Reebok gear on to go for his morning one while she went back to sleep. Andre was finally on the run, training again to be the WCF World Champion.
After that, he went to wash his hands in the sink in the masters bedroom. Splashing his face with the water, Andre turned his off the pipe to look himself in the eyes in the mirror. Everything was coming back to him from his first days in the WCF. For a rookie to endure what he did and still gain a World Championship in the same year, it takes a lot of heart for a man to put his family on his back no matter. Andre was always a hot head, quick tempered, and easily genocidal man who valued friendship, honor, respect, loyalty and most importantly family above everything. It never mattered who was the next guy who could be the threat to his career, it was the next guy who would be the threat to his life.
He remembered the times when Dag Riddik would constantly try to belittle him as nothing in the WCF, K.L Henson would try to put on this facade that Andre Holmes is a flat out intentional murderer (teehee) but the worst of all when Katherine Phoenix tried to force a marriage on him and try to murder his own family. However, he realized that with everyone who tried to fucking ruin what he built for many years. There were all that. "Tried". In the end, his family was safe in Houston back at his beautiful home and Andre could leave everyday knowing that his beautiful daughters, Serenity and Athena, along with his pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn, would be perfectly safe at home and away from harm.
It would destroy him if anyone would be able to get their hands on his children. One day it could happen but if that day were to come, Andre Holmes would be destroyed and maybe something worse would be reborn inside him. Let us pray that day will never come because it does, may God help us all.
Kaitlyn Curran: You're awake.
She said as she sat up on the King sized bed shuffling the sheets over to cover her baby bump. Andre walked out of the bathroom to help arrange the pillows to make her more comfortable and Kaitlyn fixed her black pajama shirt.
Andre Holmes: I didn't mean to wake you up.
Kaitlyn Curran: ...I love waking up to your face.
Kaitlyn gently stroked his cheeks with her fingers as Andre leaned in closer to her after sitting down on the edge of the bed. He smiled, enjoying her soft fingers gently against his face.
Andre Holmes: I know. That's why I love looking at myself in the mirror every morning.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre!
She slapped his face with her back hand a little harshly but Andre laughed. Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, he was always the joker in the relationship. After he got done with his antics, she turned away to look outside the window. The sun's rays infiltrating through the window and lighting up the master bedroom but Andre could always tell when the person he loved felt weird or out of a place. It wasn't emotional intelligence, it was always his intuition and his love. The seventh sense which is rare: when you know something is wrong with the people you love.
Andre Holmes: Still upset?
Kaitlyn Curran: No...I-I just don't understand why would you go back to that place. I don't like it one bit.
Andre Holmes: If it wasn't for WCF, I would have never met you. I love the WCF but I made a promise to you and to our children that I would become WCF World Champion and I don't plan on breaking that promise. I have to do this. This is where I returned and this is the company I have to prove myself that I can be the man you all want me to be. Kaitlyn, why are you so upset about my decision?
Kaitlyn Curran: Because I'm scared!
Woah, she caught him off guard. He didn't expect to be scared of his decision but it was pretty understandable after everything they've been through so far in the year. She's been put in some very harsh situations with Andre although her love for him has been the reason she stayed in the first place and also she's pregnant with twins. Kaitlyn knew what the WCF was capable of and some nights she would have nightmares of the worst possible outcomes destroying Andre from the inside out. It's not easy going to sleep at night knowing the one you love could be destroyed or ruined in a matter of seconds, the WCF had a strong chance of that happening every week. Andre sighed and looked away for a moment until Kaitlyn continued.
Kaitlyn Curran: You don't know how many nights I can barely sleep without wondering if you're going to call the next morning. That place...that place is evil Andre. It's scary, evil and many things have happened to you that I don't want to see it coming to life ever again. I have to watch you go through some of the hardest events in that promotion and you're deciding to go back into that hell hole?! What if it happens? What if you don't call in the morning and they have to come at my doorstep to tell me you're gone? No! I won't let you go, you're mine, I can't let yo-
He immediately planted his lips onto hers. Kaitlyn was silenced as she placed her hands on each side of her face, almost tearing up from her emotional ranting. Andre released his lips from hers and they were forehead to forehead, eyes shut as he really appreciated her concern for his well being. Andre knew what he was getting himself into, it's uncharted territory for any wrestler. Especially in the WCF, a competitor has to expect the unexpected at all times or else they too will fall short on when it counts.
Andre Holmes: Listen to me, I will not let that happen. I love you and our children so much, I will not let anyone destroy me. You are all I have left in this world and I will do everything in my power to keep you, our daughters and my sons safe. Do you hear me Kaitlyn? I promise you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Damn you.
She leaned her head into his right shoulder and hugged him tightly. Andre closed his eyes and sighed again, her comfort was too valuable to him. She really did put him on the spot but eventually Andre will always do what a boyfriend does. Disobey her warnings and continue on the path he knows best and that my friends is wrestling. Despite the fact Kaitlyn brought up very good points, the passion for Professional Wrestling was too strong to be dismayed. Andre wanted to be WCF World Champion more than anything at the time to prove that his reign in the beginning stages of his WCF career was more than just a one hit wonder. He resented the idea of being a one hit wonder especially with all that potential still yet to be tapped into. No, this is was his time. His moment to shine no matter how long it took him to reach the top.
He needed to be World Champion and silence everyone who said he could never do it. Andre was forced out of the company as a double-reigning champion holding both the WCF Hardcore and Tag Team Championships. Now he returns with one goal in mind and that goal would solidify his place in the company as one of the many Triple Crown Champion especially all in the reign of two years. He kissed Kaitlyn on the cheek again then got ready with his Reebok gear on to go for his morning one while she went back to sleep. Andre was finally on the run, training again to be the WCF World Champion.
COWARD.
Fuck. Now I have to deal with this shit head of a guy that absolutely no one knows about. Who the hell does this guy think he is to waltz right into the WCF and be this masked creature who calls himself Anon.Y.Mous? What kind of fucking spelling is that? The punctuation in that name already disgusts me. You're telling me this so called unidentified alien crossing the borders to WCF can just step inside the ring, get into the Final Destination Match, beat Eric Price and still gave it all up out of respect for Corey Black? Can anyone do some FBI research since they are so damn rich they have access to the Nexus database in Germany or Switzerland and run a keyword search 'Anon.Y.Mous' on this guy? Give us some information, I want date of birth, fingerprints, files, check the Interpols. God dammit! Someone tell me who this guy is so I can shove my foot up his ass with his name printed on the side.
Oh wait.
I know who he is.
Someone who doesn't matter. No one cares about the guy hence he has to take himself up in a mask to avoid any possible embarrassment or humiliation. What a fuckin' smart guy to avoid that but even with the mask, you still get shitted on. I kind of enjoyed when you were upset when I was announced for Final Destination. You know, only cowards hide themselves behind a mask and do whatever it takes to keep their identity hidden because they have something to hide which may hold of value. Now Anonymous, I want you to think very carefully about what you're getting into because I am a strong man of terrible curiosity. I want to see who is hiding behind that mask of yours and just what would happen if my big meaty black fingers just pried it off?
Who is under that mask? Hmm? I want to look into your eyes as I expose the fucking coward deep under those terrible black clothing or robes or whatever the fuck you want to call it. Understand that we don't appreciate your kind here. You are a fucking waste of talent that Seth is probably choosing you or your Seth himself. Want to know why you're being given the opportunity to face me, he thought you would come out of that shell you never had the chance to do from the fifth grade during the time you wanted to ask your crush out on a date. Poor guy. I bet you have that insecurity issue where in High School, people made fun of you for looking like an upside down Mozarella stick without the cheese in it.
Either way.
I don't care.
I want to look into your eyes when I rip your mask off and expose that ugly mug for all the world to see. Another loser in the path of Andre Holmes. I love this game they try to play with me. Always putting your guys in front as if they have a chance of beating but in the end we all know that sometimes, sometimes you just cannot beat the Relentless warrior I was always meant to be. Why do you think Anonymous is scared of me? He knows for a fact that I am the best in the world in this entire match, and the New Years Bash was only meant for me to dominate over what like, 65% of the entire roster? That is what I call feeding the wolf a valuable meal so he won't harm his owner.
However, I do not care for what he has to say. Cowards don't have words unless it means they quit or they submit. He will do whatever it takes to blend in with society and surprise us all but I've seen through his mask, his cliche black clothing and generic wrestling style to understand that whatever he can do, I have done it ten times better. I am going to win the New Years Bash match making a statement to all those who dare oppose me under one simple fact; I'm fucking "Relentless" Andre Holmes.
Andre lets off from the cage and starts walking around inside of the octagon wondering who could be under the mask. That face of his represented confusion even the body gesture of his hands on his waist until turning around to look at the camera pointed at him from outside of the cage.
Fuck. I mean. Who the fuck could really be Anonymous? I really want to know. I mean it could be a lot of people I've beaten in the past or one of Adam Young's friends or maybe even Seth Lerch himself who wanted to test himself in the ring. Who could it really be? You know they say you could always tell the warrior from how they fight on the battlefield so I am very interested to see how this guy or girl will fair against me. Anonymous. Come clean. Do yourself a favor and come clean before the world forgets about you. A mask is easily forgettable but a face never isn't. You need to show the world who you really are in order to prepare for the greatest match in your life against the greatest opponent in your career which is me..Relentless Andre Holmes.
Poor Anonymous. The poor guy just wanted to live his life freely without consequences or getting ridiculed. Unfortunately for him, I will destroy him. I will remove that mask and shove it straight up his ass then watch him shit out all the fighting spirit he had coming into this match. New Years Bash is my match and I'm going to do everything possible in order to win. If that means ending the life of a non-existant wrestler so be it but understand that you can't really hurt something that never once was in the first place ugly dumb bitches.
Oh wait.
I know who he is.
Someone who doesn't matter. No one cares about the guy hence he has to take himself up in a mask to avoid any possible embarrassment or humiliation. What a fuckin' smart guy to avoid that but even with the mask, you still get shitted on. I kind of enjoyed when you were upset when I was announced for Final Destination. You know, only cowards hide themselves behind a mask and do whatever it takes to keep their identity hidden because they have something to hide which may hold of value. Now Anonymous, I want you to think very carefully about what you're getting into because I am a strong man of terrible curiosity. I want to see who is hiding behind that mask of yours and just what would happen if my big meaty black fingers just pried it off?
Who is under that mask? Hmm? I want to look into your eyes as I expose the fucking coward deep under those terrible black clothing or robes or whatever the fuck you want to call it. Understand that we don't appreciate your kind here. You are a fucking waste of talent that Seth is probably choosing you or your Seth himself. Want to know why you're being given the opportunity to face me, he thought you would come out of that shell you never had the chance to do from the fifth grade during the time you wanted to ask your crush out on a date. Poor guy. I bet you have that insecurity issue where in High School, people made fun of you for looking like an upside down Mozarella stick without the cheese in it.
Either way.
I don't care.
I want to look into your eyes when I rip your mask off and expose that ugly mug for all the world to see. Another loser in the path of Andre Holmes. I love this game they try to play with me. Always putting your guys in front as if they have a chance of beating but in the end we all know that sometimes, sometimes you just cannot beat the Relentless warrior I was always meant to be. Why do you think Anonymous is scared of me? He knows for a fact that I am the best in the world in this entire match, and the New Years Bash was only meant for me to dominate over what like, 65% of the entire roster? That is what I call feeding the wolf a valuable meal so he won't harm his owner.
However, I do not care for what he has to say. Cowards don't have words unless it means they quit or they submit. He will do whatever it takes to blend in with society and surprise us all but I've seen through his mask, his cliche black clothing and generic wrestling style to understand that whatever he can do, I have done it ten times better. I am going to win the New Years Bash match making a statement to all those who dare oppose me under one simple fact; I'm fucking "Relentless" Andre Holmes.
Andre lets off from the cage and starts walking around inside of the octagon wondering who could be under the mask. That face of his represented confusion even the body gesture of his hands on his waist until turning around to look at the camera pointed at him from outside of the cage.
Fuck. I mean. Who the fuck could really be Anonymous? I really want to know. I mean it could be a lot of people I've beaten in the past or one of Adam Young's friends or maybe even Seth Lerch himself who wanted to test himself in the ring. Who could it really be? You know they say you could always tell the warrior from how they fight on the battlefield so I am very interested to see how this guy or girl will fair against me. Anonymous. Come clean. Do yourself a favor and come clean before the world forgets about you. A mask is easily forgettable but a face never isn't. You need to show the world who you really are in order to prepare for the greatest match in your life against the greatest opponent in your career which is me..Relentless Andre Holmes.
Poor Anonymous. The poor guy just wanted to live his life freely without consequences or getting ridiculed. Unfortunately for him, I will destroy him. I will remove that mask and shove it straight up his ass then watch him shit out all the fighting spirit he had coming into this match. New Years Bash is my match and I'm going to do everything possible in order to win. If that means ending the life of a non-existant wrestler so be it but understand that you can't really hurt something that never once was in the first place ugly dumb bitches.
RESTART.
THE FOLLOWER.
Andre was at his local MMA Gym, the Holmes MMA Gym, in downtown Houston training again for his WCF return in Philadelphia. He was booked to compete a massive New Years Bash match where in the qualifier, it would be a fatal four way match against Dion, CJ and Anonymous. Safe to say that Andre was really looking forward to put on an impressive performance but his language an impressive performance meant dominating everyone and every living thing inside that ring. If not, that performance would mean nothing. He was inside the Octagon practicing his striking with a few of his striking coaches while everyone else were doing cardio, strength, grappling or whatever was on their schedule.
Although he was scheduled for a fatal four way, he trained for single MMA fights. Already having that mentality of finishing his opponent down to a bloody pulp. Inside the Holmes MMA gym was a pretty large gymnasium featuring two Octagons in the center, multiple training facilities like swimming, strength, cardio, a sauna, massage room, health and fitness, nutrition, and many more to supply elite athlete from around the world all under his ownership. Sweating bullets through the striking training, he wore all Reebok tight gear to get that extra spring in his punches. Mixing his combinations with boxing, kickboxing and Muay Thai, he would not rest until Andre perfected his technique on the mat.
The bell rung signalling the sessions were over and Andre was standing in the Octagon still practicing his Muay Thai for now. He leaned back against the cage wall after finishing his striking and controlled his breathing. The Relentless warrior has never been so anxious for a return but when it's WCF ringing on the line, what more can he do? It's been so long he's actually had a match other than Final Destination he really prepared for and put everything on the line especially with his family's disapproval. He slumped down onto his butt on the canvas and continued to lean back against the cold cage mesh thinking about different ways to combat his enemies. Andre was the leading wrestler to win the entire match and also the favorite of all wrestlers to make a statement on their returns after One. John Gable, Dag Riddik, and Ethan Cage were wall big names in the jar but Andre Holmes was the jar itself.
Striking Coach: Hey. You okay champ?
Andre Holmes: Yeah. Just ugh...nervous.
Striking Coach: Oh lord. Here we go. Talk to me champ. How you feelin'?
The striking coach sat down beside him also in black Reebok gear concerned about his best client's mental state. Andre was always perceived as this indomitable willed combatant but those closest to him knew he was only human. He could only take so much but it's all weighing down on him emotionally. The promise to his family, the fans awaiting to see the former top prospect putting everything on the line and now the world wanting to see if Andre Holmes still has what it takes to be the best in WCF as he once was.
Andre Holmes: I don't know man. Something is entirely different from the rest of the matches I had. I'm coming back and even myself doesn't know if this is the right time. This is possibly the make or break situation everyone wants to see from me. I know deep in my heart that all eyes will be on me because I am the one who grew the most ever since Mexico. I'm the one who has all the potential to drop the greatest performance for 2017 so why am I nervous?
Striking Coach: I'm going to say this Andre. It's okay to be nervous, that's a good thing. It means you want this more than anything and you being nervous will push you to do better than last time. You know why I chose to be your striking coach? You put it all on the line, you always give it your best and when you fail, you get back up. That's why I chose you. You always want to be better, do better and choose the right people to listen to. Be better Andre. I gotta go, wife needs to see me. Peace.
The two fist bumped each other and the striking coach left the Octagon leaving Andre alone. His head thrown back, eyes closed, hands interlocking together along with his feet tapping on the canvas. Andre really was nervous about his upcoming match but he was praying in his mind to God to help him through this. If he failed, it could crush him hence why he needed to put everything on the line to have this match be his welcoming party. No matter the pain, the struggle, it would be his trophy on defeating almost over half of the roster. Imagine if this was a guaranteed title shot, the prize is all too great to let it slip from his fingers.
Andre Holmes: Fuck. Be better, be better.
Words kept repeating over and over inside his head but he knew those words perfectly. He lived by that motto no matter what. This match is restarting everything he did before and he erased that memory of what he did before Mexico. Now it is the beginning of a better, more mature Andre Holmes. An Andre Holmes that has grown over the last year and finally has realized the truth. A true competitor doesn't think about the past except learning from his mistakes and focuses on the future to improve. A true competitor relies on the help of his family, and friends to get better but fights for them when the time comes. No matter what happens, Andre will continue to do his best to be the greatest in the ring. Nobody in this match let alone in this company had the fighting spirit and skills to be the greatest World Champion except him. This was his time, his time to restart.
Although he was scheduled for a fatal four way, he trained for single MMA fights. Already having that mentality of finishing his opponent down to a bloody pulp. Inside the Holmes MMA gym was a pretty large gymnasium featuring two Octagons in the center, multiple training facilities like swimming, strength, cardio, a sauna, massage room, health and fitness, nutrition, and many more to supply elite athlete from around the world all under his ownership. Sweating bullets through the striking training, he wore all Reebok tight gear to get that extra spring in his punches. Mixing his combinations with boxing, kickboxing and Muay Thai, he would not rest until Andre perfected his technique on the mat.
The bell rung signalling the sessions were over and Andre was standing in the Octagon still practicing his Muay Thai for now. He leaned back against the cage wall after finishing his striking and controlled his breathing. The Relentless warrior has never been so anxious for a return but when it's WCF ringing on the line, what more can he do? It's been so long he's actually had a match other than Final Destination he really prepared for and put everything on the line especially with his family's disapproval. He slumped down onto his butt on the canvas and continued to lean back against the cold cage mesh thinking about different ways to combat his enemies. Andre was the leading wrestler to win the entire match and also the favorite of all wrestlers to make a statement on their returns after One. John Gable, Dag Riddik, and Ethan Cage were wall big names in the jar but Andre Holmes was the jar itself.
Striking Coach: Hey. You okay champ?
Andre Holmes: Yeah. Just ugh...nervous.
Striking Coach: Oh lord. Here we go. Talk to me champ. How you feelin'?
The striking coach sat down beside him also in black Reebok gear concerned about his best client's mental state. Andre was always perceived as this indomitable willed combatant but those closest to him knew he was only human. He could only take so much but it's all weighing down on him emotionally. The promise to his family, the fans awaiting to see the former top prospect putting everything on the line and now the world wanting to see if Andre Holmes still has what it takes to be the best in WCF as he once was.
Andre Holmes: I don't know man. Something is entirely different from the rest of the matches I had. I'm coming back and even myself doesn't know if this is the right time. This is possibly the make or break situation everyone wants to see from me. I know deep in my heart that all eyes will be on me because I am the one who grew the most ever since Mexico. I'm the one who has all the potential to drop the greatest performance for 2017 so why am I nervous?
Striking Coach: I'm going to say this Andre. It's okay to be nervous, that's a good thing. It means you want this more than anything and you being nervous will push you to do better than last time. You know why I chose to be your striking coach? You put it all on the line, you always give it your best and when you fail, you get back up. That's why I chose you. You always want to be better, do better and choose the right people to listen to. Be better Andre. I gotta go, wife needs to see me. Peace.
The two fist bumped each other and the striking coach left the Octagon leaving Andre alone. His head thrown back, eyes closed, hands interlocking together along with his feet tapping on the canvas. Andre really was nervous about his upcoming match but he was praying in his mind to God to help him through this. If he failed, it could crush him hence why he needed to put everything on the line to have this match be his welcoming party. No matter the pain, the struggle, it would be his trophy on defeating almost over half of the roster. Imagine if this was a guaranteed title shot, the prize is all too great to let it slip from his fingers.
Andre Holmes: Fuck. Be better, be better.
Words kept repeating over and over inside his head but he knew those words perfectly. He lived by that motto no matter what. This match is restarting everything he did before and he erased that memory of what he did before Mexico. Now it is the beginning of a better, more mature Andre Holmes. An Andre Holmes that has grown over the last year and finally has realized the truth. A true competitor doesn't think about the past except learning from his mistakes and focuses on the future to improve. A true competitor relies on the help of his family, and friends to get better but fights for them when the time comes. No matter what happens, Andre will continue to do his best to be the greatest in the ring. Nobody in this match let alone in this company had the fighting spirit and skills to be the greatest World Champion except him. This was his time, his time to restart.
THE FOLLOWER.
And now we come to Dion Necurat. Let me be perfectly honest on the 'good' side of me. I do have some little bit of respect for you Dion for actually proving to everyone that you have what it takes to succeed your expectations. I know it hurts when people call you homeless but you proved them wrong. You fought to gain a roof over your head, a bed, hot meals, and transportation hence why I give you the respect you deserve because most losers would be sitting on their asses begging. You proved them wrong. Dion Necurat has a home and it's better than 35% of the roster. However, I don't give a shit about if you have a home because now you did what every other desperate fucking loser does when he cannot succeed on his own.
You joined the Brotherhood?
Are you kidding me? So you went from being a beggar to now joining a beggar? What does the Brotherhood have to offer to you that would make you jump out of your home and into their arms? Are they trustworthy Dion? Can you really depend on them to have your back when the going gets tough? No. You know what's going to happen and let me warn you, I suffered the same damn thing. I was apart of a group named Rebellution and although the members were supposedly my friends, I always put the group first and my attitude second. You see Dion. I started to get successful and really vicious at the time that my so called friends were concerned more for my opponents than me.
After you realize you have the skills, the talent and the intelligence to lead the group rather than follow, they start to question what is your intentions when you know damn well you've put EVERYTHING on the table to ensure the group is strong and healthy. They exiled me and treated me like I was the problem when I was the roots holding the tree up. The Brotherhood will do the same for you, and they know that you are just another pawn in their game. As you fucking cannot understand the life, it is a simple. You are what your father taught you not to be.
A follower.
It hurts to know that the guy I was rooting for. The guy who told everyone a giant 'fuck you' when he proved them all wrong joined up with a bunch of has beens and rookie failures just because Kevin Bishop said "we'll make you great kid". Ha! Fucking dumb ass and they said I was stupid. Dion. You let me down more than you let down the fans at home. It was your shining moment to break away from all the common people and make yourself 'The Guy' because you had what it takes to prove all the critics wrong but then you fucking blew it and joined up a bunch of pansies wearing edgy black clothing.
Dion. You know why people laugh at you? It's because you make the wrong decisions and you don't know how to think on your own. I understand you've had a few victories that must have helped out with your ego while you were weak but now after realizing you have the strength to do anything on your own, you had to waste on a group that has no chance of winning in this company. Hell, they were so desperate for members that they even forced FPV to join while Pantheon had nearly the entire roster on edge or wanting them to join. How come you had to join them while you were just on the verge of breaking out as a singles competitor?
You gave up on yourself. You lacked any personal care for your own career and your own self esteem. You were actually giving up on all you built and therefore, Dion Necurat became the follower of a life time. Now my friend, I have to bend you over my own knee and spank your little ass for being such a fucking dumbass. How could you really mess this up? The WCF is the land of opportunity for any man woman or child to venture out on their own and prove that they can be the best in the world without someone holding their own. Dion. You're letting them walk over you and take your success as theirs. All the greatest were in groups but the legends did it all on their own.
Are you going to be a future legend with the Brotherhood holding your hand or will you be just another expendable pawn in their game plan? I'm asking you this because I don't want you to fall into the category of what ifs and would this be? You're better than that or maybe you've fallen into their trap. Dion, I don't believe you have the chance of beating me or let alone anyone on this roster that provides an elite competitive performance. I mean Zero Tolerance and Lilith kept pushing the idea of you being homeless because they're untalented and cannot best you yet when it come to prove to everyone else you could do it in the ring, you fucking ran off to the group of edgelords wanting to fucking dress in black and light everything on fire like emo kids in South Park.
That is a terrible way to go and now you're going to witness full honesty from the bad side of me.
I'm going to obliterate you. I'm going to wipe your blood on the canvas and watch you squirm for life. You're going to fucking die in the ring wishing you had never stepped in me with but you can blame Seth Lerch or yourself. Ask them why you were fed to the future WCF World Champion and ask them why they thought you would even have a chance of beating me in that ring? You want an answer right now?
Oh Dion, time is running out.
You think you're safe boy? I've destroyed groups on my own and I've also taken down armies they threw at me. You on the other hand are no different. You're a pawn being thrown into the battlefield to test the waters but this shark is going to devour you like a little bitch. It's the cycle of reality, I'm going to absolutely send you back to the Brotherhood as a message. Do not ever send a pawn into my way because that is disrespectful to my reputation, my skills and my sadistic obsession to destroy all who gets in my way.
So here we are now and now I want to address everyone else in this match. You think you all know that you have a great chance of winning but in the end Andre Holmes will always be there to destroy you because I do not let fucking idiots and fucking losers ruin what I have built so hard to do over the years. Out of everyone in this match, I am the only four time World Champion with Two Hall of Fames, and multiple accolades that goes beyond any of you combined. All of you in this match do not have what it takes to be the best in the world and none of you have ever tasted World Championship gold unlike I have.
The reason why Seth has put me down in this match was to ensure I wouldn't go into his office and beat him down to a bloody pulp. I am hungry, I am fucking mouth watering to capture souls in my path and beat down on a bunch of bodies. I want to mutilate, I want to kill. I want to slaughter everyone on a genocidal scale.
This game I like to play. It's fun. It's fun because I know I'm always going to win, it's a life hack. You can't beat the master of the game who knows every way how to win or cheat, it's a literal fucking walk through for me. You guys have to understand my path of destruction will not end until I am World Champion. It's a living right by my own standard and I want to cause destruction and hell everywhere I go until I grasp what is mine, and that is the WCF World Championship. Prove me wrong all who dare oppose me.
Prove me wrong and send my ass back to my family. Let them know their father has failed or else I will carve my blade deep into your flesh and pin you all down under my fucking power. The New Years Bash match isn't a match at all, it's my slaughterhouse and all of you are my fucking pigs to rip apart. Sunday Night Slam in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Wells Fargo Arena. Andre Holmes is coming to play and his Wicked Game is just starting for all of you.
I am hungry.
I...
I am Relentless.
You joined the Brotherhood?
Are you kidding me? So you went from being a beggar to now joining a beggar? What does the Brotherhood have to offer to you that would make you jump out of your home and into their arms? Are they trustworthy Dion? Can you really depend on them to have your back when the going gets tough? No. You know what's going to happen and let me warn you, I suffered the same damn thing. I was apart of a group named Rebellution and although the members were supposedly my friends, I always put the group first and my attitude second. You see Dion. I started to get successful and really vicious at the time that my so called friends were concerned more for my opponents than me.
After you realize you have the skills, the talent and the intelligence to lead the group rather than follow, they start to question what is your intentions when you know damn well you've put EVERYTHING on the table to ensure the group is strong and healthy. They exiled me and treated me like I was the problem when I was the roots holding the tree up. The Brotherhood will do the same for you, and they know that you are just another pawn in their game. As you fucking cannot understand the life, it is a simple. You are what your father taught you not to be.
A follower.
It hurts to know that the guy I was rooting for. The guy who told everyone a giant 'fuck you' when he proved them all wrong joined up with a bunch of has beens and rookie failures just because Kevin Bishop said "we'll make you great kid". Ha! Fucking dumb ass and they said I was stupid. Dion. You let me down more than you let down the fans at home. It was your shining moment to break away from all the common people and make yourself 'The Guy' because you had what it takes to prove all the critics wrong but then you fucking blew it and joined up a bunch of pansies wearing edgy black clothing.
Dion. You know why people laugh at you? It's because you make the wrong decisions and you don't know how to think on your own. I understand you've had a few victories that must have helped out with your ego while you were weak but now after realizing you have the strength to do anything on your own, you had to waste on a group that has no chance of winning in this company. Hell, they were so desperate for members that they even forced FPV to join while Pantheon had nearly the entire roster on edge or wanting them to join. How come you had to join them while you were just on the verge of breaking out as a singles competitor?
You gave up on yourself. You lacked any personal care for your own career and your own self esteem. You were actually giving up on all you built and therefore, Dion Necurat became the follower of a life time. Now my friend, I have to bend you over my own knee and spank your little ass for being such a fucking dumbass. How could you really mess this up? The WCF is the land of opportunity for any man woman or child to venture out on their own and prove that they can be the best in the world without someone holding their own. Dion. You're letting them walk over you and take your success as theirs. All the greatest were in groups but the legends did it all on their own.
Are you going to be a future legend with the Brotherhood holding your hand or will you be just another expendable pawn in their game plan? I'm asking you this because I don't want you to fall into the category of what ifs and would this be? You're better than that or maybe you've fallen into their trap. Dion, I don't believe you have the chance of beating me or let alone anyone on this roster that provides an elite competitive performance. I mean Zero Tolerance and Lilith kept pushing the idea of you being homeless because they're untalented and cannot best you yet when it come to prove to everyone else you could do it in the ring, you fucking ran off to the group of edgelords wanting to fucking dress in black and light everything on fire like emo kids in South Park.
That is a terrible way to go and now you're going to witness full honesty from the bad side of me.
I'm going to obliterate you. I'm going to wipe your blood on the canvas and watch you squirm for life. You're going to fucking die in the ring wishing you had never stepped in me with but you can blame Seth Lerch or yourself. Ask them why you were fed to the future WCF World Champion and ask them why they thought you would even have a chance of beating me in that ring? You want an answer right now?
Oh Dion, time is running out.
You think you're safe boy? I've destroyed groups on my own and I've also taken down armies they threw at me. You on the other hand are no different. You're a pawn being thrown into the battlefield to test the waters but this shark is going to devour you like a little bitch. It's the cycle of reality, I'm going to absolutely send you back to the Brotherhood as a message. Do not ever send a pawn into my way because that is disrespectful to my reputation, my skills and my sadistic obsession to destroy all who gets in my way.
So here we are now and now I want to address everyone else in this match. You think you all know that you have a great chance of winning but in the end Andre Holmes will always be there to destroy you because I do not let fucking idiots and fucking losers ruin what I have built so hard to do over the years. Out of everyone in this match, I am the only four time World Champion with Two Hall of Fames, and multiple accolades that goes beyond any of you combined. All of you in this match do not have what it takes to be the best in the world and none of you have ever tasted World Championship gold unlike I have.
The reason why Seth has put me down in this match was to ensure I wouldn't go into his office and beat him down to a bloody pulp. I am hungry, I am fucking mouth watering to capture souls in my path and beat down on a bunch of bodies. I want to mutilate, I want to kill. I want to slaughter everyone on a genocidal scale.
This game I like to play. It's fun. It's fun because I know I'm always going to win, it's a life hack. You can't beat the master of the game who knows every way how to win or cheat, it's a literal fucking walk through for me. You guys have to understand my path of destruction will not end until I am World Champion. It's a living right by my own standard and I want to cause destruction and hell everywhere I go until I grasp what is mine, and that is the WCF World Championship. Prove me wrong all who dare oppose me.
Prove me wrong and send my ass back to my family. Let them know their father has failed or else I will carve my blade deep into your flesh and pin you all down under my fucking power. The New Years Bash match isn't a match at all, it's my slaughterhouse and all of you are my fucking pigs to rip apart. Sunday Night Slam in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Wells Fargo Arena. Andre Holmes is coming to play and his Wicked Game is just starting for all of you.
I am hungry.
I...
I am Relentless.