Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 8, 2017 14:07:38 GMT -5
fuck them all.
fuck them...
they will self destruct one day.
the button has been pressed.
they will implode.
fuck them...
they will self destruct one day.
the button has been pressed.
they will implode.
Oh, how the mighty have risen again to be crushed under my foot. Just when I thought all would be ever so easy to pass over, here I am blessed with another championship opportunity against some of the best I have faced before or for the very first time. However, my only wish that I would be under different circumstances where I wasn't aligned with the weakened and forgotten. This upcoming Slam on the WCF, I'm bringing all the fight and all the pain to my so called superiors yet when the past has come up, I'm the one who has faced these warriors on numerous occasions and have bested them. All except for one, that man is Jared Holmes and he's exactly the guy I've always wanted to talk to as I'm sure he wanted to get everything off his chest.
The camera shows a deserted, abandoned, and run down building with it's location undisclosed. From the moonlight beams seeping through the cracks of boarded windows, the lights reflects off the dusty and decayed walls of what could be the lobby of an old hotel. Andre Holmes is seen leaning against a wall with his arms folded across his chest, head down as he barely makes eye contact with the camera lens at all. This type of environment is perfect to bring out the worst in a person, birth the darkness out of a monstrous entity. Wearing nothing but all black casual clothing, the Relentless athlete has a lot to say.
Hello Mr. Jared Holmes.
I remember the first day we met, it wasn't cute nor polite. It wasn't even a casual meeting; There was tension between us from the moment we even made eye contact backstage. Tension between the never ending story of an asshole against a bigger asshole. I didn't really care but something about you was very enticing...like being pulled into a gravitational field. Something about you was mysterious, intentionally dark and cold. I wonder what really was deep inside that twisted and blank mind of yours Jared. Was it the fact that you had something to hide the world or the fact that it was the addiction that you perceived yourself as the best but in reality, you were just another whisper in the wind blowing his air just too much. Hmm? What was it that had my interest in you? You're like a riddle, the Sphinix of the WCF. No matter how hard we tried to read, you, we could never really solve that riddle.
However...
Was there even a riddle at all or are you just another facade? Does everything you do reflect the nothingness rotting deep in your soul (if you have one). I wonder, the human mind is such a complex and interesting thing to waste but you're not a man who wastes intelligence. Instead, you choose to abuse it. I want you to abuse your intelligence to understand the fact Jared Holmes just might have met his match and may have cashed in his last check. That maybe Jared Holmes has finally met a mind beyond his own that he himself could not even comprehend. I mean, what are you going to say that I haven't heard about already? How you went about on my social media trying to do what every other person has tried to done, and "expose" the bad guy out of this "hero"? How you tried to send your bitch of a wife Thursday Kerrigan to play the best friend in helping Katherine Phoenix thus ensuring your image would remain intact.
It was always a game to see those you hated or those who possessed any threat to you destroyed emotionally and mentally. That was your game wasn't it Jared? Reverse psychology, manipulation and using everyone or everything at your disposal like pawns on a chess board. It's so simple yet so effective. You mastered that technique and abused it at the tip of your fingers. Putting strings on everyone having them all fooled that you are the guy with the vision of the future. Hell, you even got poor Thursday to believe in you so much that she actually managed to beat me with your own moveset. I'm proud of you Jared. I am absolutely proud of you. You did it. I was almost broken, I was almost believing into the power when you put on this illusion that you were the good guy and I was just another asshole playing hero...
But...
There is a word used when you look past all the smoke and mirrors, you look past all the credibility of a false man. I want you to look back into the UCI days where I've also had to bring a woman you've named your center for fallen women. Remember her? Erin Fausse? The woman who did the same thing you and every other so called "heel" always does to the "face". In this game, they do what is so predictable, trying to make us "good guys" look like villians. Katherine Phoenix, Lex Luthor, Erin Fausse, and many more will come. It's not the fact they play the game, it's the fact that it's a game that never works with me because I don't believe in the power of good or evil. I've said it before and I'm saying it again Jared, I'm motherfucking Relentless. Was it so hard to understand that? Do I need to put it in words for everyone to hear? I'm Relentless for a reason. I love it. It's what I do and it's what I'm best at.
Oh silly me. I've strayed from my path. Allow me to continue where I left off. Why is that every time I defeat an enemy and put down someone who always tries to ruin what I love most, you're always there like a cockroach to infest my past? The Katherine Phoenix Memorial, The Erin Fausse Shelter? Is there trend we're doing now Jared? Are you unable to realize that you're not helping yourself when you are so redundantly obsessed with my actions in order to ensure your image tends to remain intact? Erin Fausse, Katherine Phoenix, Thursday Kerrigan, and mostly yourself all ties into a word that I like to use more than anyone because you guys are exactly the representation of that word.
FRAUD.
SQUARE ONE.
RELAPSE.
GHOST.
That's right Jared Holmes. I've always seen through you. The man lurking in the shadows, hidden intentions, an overly obsessed selfish personality complex with a clear insecure inferiority defunction. You've always been that character to blend in with the crowd and manouvre your strings very well among your friends, your family and even your enemies. #BeachKrew was the perfect target to begin with. Aligning yourself with some of the greatest athletes to ever step foot into WCF but you attached your strings into their minds. How is Kyle Kemp? Did he ever come back to WCF after you used him to win the Trilogy Cup and earn that now voided WCF World Championship shot? Where is he gone after your belligerently ruined his only chance to ever keep his low waged career alive? Where is Jared? Where. is. he?
Gone.
Your talent was never in the ring, it always behind the scenes. Sneaking around, spreading whispers from ear to ear, and turning the hands of fate to weave your own envisioned destiny to spawn into reality. I tip my hat off to your sir, you've managed to keep all eyes fixated on the illusion except for mine. I knew exactly what you were from the moment I saw you, gravitating all the fucking blank minds to fill empty heads with your nonsense of madness. I used to be one of them until I broke free from your grasp. Judging from that statement, maybe you should have married Katherine Phoenix in my place. You two would be perfect for each other after all, didn't you fuck Lilith in a well played move to keep that blonde bitch of yours back in her corner?
News Flash.
Thursday Kerrigan before Jared Holmes.
Thursday Kerrigan after Jared Holmes.
Thursday Kerrigan before the marriage.
Thursday Kerrigan after the marriage.
Here's some advice about marriage. Don't do it Jared cause you'll be hurting yourself in the end when you realize Thursday Kerrigan was the only thing you have to keep you going in the WCF. I can't even fathom why the fuck people actually believe in your bullshit in the first place that YOU OF ALL PEOPLE have what it takes to become WCF World Champion? What does Jared Holmes provide other than the fact that he is a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything in the world and will do everything possible to destroy the people around him? How do we know that Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid are nothing but puppets in his plans? Well, the answer is simple. Just like his talent, just like his accomplishments, just like his marriage, just like what he is inside.
N O T H I N G.
In the past year Jared Holmes, I have accomplished more than you could ever dream of inside that Insidious fucked up mind of yours. From starting in the WCF, I have became a double reigning champion holding the Tag Team and Hardcore Championship to where in UCI, I became the Tag Team and World Heavyweight Champion at the same time. Everything in my wrestling career I have done way more than even everyone in the god damn #BeachKrew combined yet here I am being perceived as the lamb thrown into the slaughterhouse. Why is that?
A con artist. A focused maniac with the power to deceive and abuse.
How pathetic. This would be a man I thought would be capable of coming after my daughters, my pregnant girlfriend and destroying me on the inside when really all he was just another worthless con artist who couldn't even get past becoming a liable threat in his own group. I'm going to be straight up with you Jared Holmes, nothing you could ever do would turn me off from my path of becoming WCF World Champion. My career, my passion, my family are the only things I need to keep me going but when you have kids, don't worry. I want to savor the moment you are broken down crying in a corner begging for them to stop being disappointed in a man who should have never came out his mother's womb.
You're just a sob story. A sob story who should follow his own words and put himself in the Erin Fausse Shelter for Abused Woman where your future wife Thursday Kerrigan will be. I'm going to watch her cry for mercy come this Sunday on Slam when she finally sees the man she was so hellbent on ruining by your orders. Andre Holmes taking pleasure in breaking that empty skull of yours and taking away the only prized possession you really give a shit about in this company, the WCF Trios Championship. Take advice from a former married man and a father. One day you'll understand that to become a stronger human being, you have to lose everything. I will make you lose it all and you will wake up reborn in that desolate fetal position wondering where the real Jared Holmes went.
That broken forgotten man never left.
He was always there Jared. Locked away. No matter how much you try to elude him, he is there. That forgotten scared little bitch boy you gotten rid of will come back after I dismantle the fraud in you. The wicked, the manipulator, the puppeteer. All the strings shall be cut after you lose the only thing of value in your life, the WCF Trios Championship to Andre Holmes, Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix.
Congratulations to Jared Holmes and Thursday Kerrigan on their marriage.
I endorse happiness and joy. I'm happy for you both.
Long live Holmes, Love live Kerrigan.
Long live theirmarriage.
Gone.
Your talent was never in the ring, it always behind the scenes. Sneaking around, spreading whispers from ear to ear, and turning the hands of fate to weave your own envisioned destiny to spawn into reality. I tip my hat off to your sir, you've managed to keep all eyes fixated on the illusion except for mine. I knew exactly what you were from the moment I saw you, gravitating all the fucking blank minds to fill empty heads with your nonsense of madness. I used to be one of them until I broke free from your grasp. Judging from that statement, maybe you should have married Katherine Phoenix in my place. You two would be perfect for each other after all, didn't you fuck Lilith in a well played move to keep that blonde bitch of yours back in her corner?
News Flash.
Thursday Kerrigan before Jared Holmes.
Thursday Kerrigan after Jared Holmes.
Thursday Kerrigan before the marriage.
Thursday Kerrigan after the marriage.
Here's some advice about marriage. Don't do it Jared cause you'll be hurting yourself in the end when you realize Thursday Kerrigan was the only thing you have to keep you going in the WCF. I can't even fathom why the fuck people actually believe in your bullshit in the first place that YOU OF ALL PEOPLE have what it takes to become WCF World Champion? What does Jared Holmes provide other than the fact that he is a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything in the world and will do everything possible to destroy the people around him? How do we know that Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid are nothing but puppets in his plans? Well, the answer is simple. Just like his talent, just like his accomplishments, just like his marriage, just like what he is inside.
In the past year Jared Holmes, I have accomplished more than you could ever dream of inside that Insidious fucked up mind of yours. From starting in the WCF, I have became a double reigning champion holding the Tag Team and Hardcore Championship to where in UCI, I became the Tag Team and World Heavyweight Champion at the same time. Everything in my wrestling career I have done way more than even everyone in the god damn #BeachKrew combined yet here I am being perceived as the lamb thrown into the slaughterhouse. Why is that?
A con artist. A focused maniac with the power to deceive and abuse.
How pathetic. This would be a man I thought would be capable of coming after my daughters, my pregnant girlfriend and destroying me on the inside when really all he was just another worthless con artist who couldn't even get past becoming a liable threat in his own group. I'm going to be straight up with you Jared Holmes, nothing you could ever do would turn me off from my path of becoming WCF World Champion. My career, my passion, my family are the only things I need to keep me going but when you have kids, don't worry. I want to savor the moment you are broken down crying in a corner begging for them to stop being disappointed in a man who should have never came out his mother's womb.
You're just a sob story. A sob story who should follow his own words and put himself in the Erin Fausse Shelter for Abused Woman where your future wife Thursday Kerrigan will be. I'm going to watch her cry for mercy come this Sunday on Slam when she finally sees the man she was so hellbent on ruining by your orders. Andre Holmes taking pleasure in breaking that empty skull of yours and taking away the only prized possession you really give a shit about in this company, the WCF Trios Championship. Take advice from a former married man and a father. One day you'll understand that to become a stronger human being, you have to lose everything. I will make you lose it all and you will wake up reborn in that desolate fetal position wondering where the real Jared Holmes went.
That broken forgotten man never left.
He was always there Jared. Locked away. No matter how much you try to elude him, he is there. That forgotten scared little bitch boy you gotten rid of will come back after I dismantle the fraud in you. The wicked, the manipulator, the puppeteer. All the strings shall be cut after you lose the only thing of value in your life, the WCF Trios Championship to Andre Holmes, Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix.
Congratulations to Jared Holmes and Thursday Kerrigan on their marriage.
I endorse happiness and joy. I'm happy for you both.
Long live Holmes, Love live Kerrigan.
Long live their
SQUARE ONE.
Sunday Night Slam didn't really go as planned. Andre Holmes was successful in his qualifying match against Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix and Anonymous but came up short against in the actual News Years Bash match. Adding insult to injury, Steven Singh got the opportunity to face Joey Flash for the WCF World Championship at Rise up. With all of that harsh impact on his morale, he spends his day recuperating by training at the nearest MMA Gym to restore his mind back into the mentality of being that passionate and fearless fighter inside the ring the pro wrestling fans know him to be. That defeat made him realize how strong and quick evolution of the competition from the Mexico Incident where he instead of viewing his opponents as strong threats in his eyes, he arrogantly miscalculated them as easy walkovers. As a fighter, you grow from every battle you're in. Andre knew after he lost, he had to go back to the drawing board and prepare again for the next match in his life. Whoever thought the day would come where he would face #BeachKrew again but to make it ever more sweet, the WCF Trios Championship is on the line.
Thursday morning and Andre was doing his mourning routine of a cardio run. The Philadelphia weather at the time was extremely cold and cloudy with a chance of snow. Andre wore all his Reebok gear along with with his gloves and thick black hoodie over his head to keep himself even more warm during the run around the city and through the park. Rushing in his mind was the challenge of facing three elite athletes who are well known to be in one of the most dominant stables in the WCF, #Beachkrew. Johnny Rabid, Wade Moor and Jared Holmes who are the WCF Trios Champions. Those three men together proved to be wrecking ball, how they easily destroyed Zero Tolerance in such spectacular and dominant fashion. This match wasn't about the championships only, it was his proving ground match in the WCF. He needed to win this alongside with Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix to prove that his rookie run was not a one hit wonder, he was here to stay in WCF and make a returning statement that he is back.
The Double Tree Hotel on 237 S Broad St was his temporary place of stay for his second booking in Philadelphia. Andre came to a cooldown in his morning jog at half past ten in the morning where the sidewalks were starting to be crowded with pedestrians. Traffic on the other hand was already bad on such a crazy business and entertainment street. He removed the earphones blasting music on his premium Spotify account from his T-Mobile Samsung Galaxy S7 as he stuffed the earphones down into the hoodie pocket. Andre entered into the Double Tree Hotel entrance walking in the lobby straight into the elevator where he pressed the fourth floor button to begin his ascent to his room. Inside the elevator on the way up, a young mother was holding her baby up to her shoulder. Andre leaned back against the wall looking into the baby's cute blue eyes; resembling those of Serenity, his eldest daughter.
Ding! The elevator doors slid open and Andre was already on his way to his room removing the keycard from his left back pocket. He pressed the card against the door handle already letting him in then threw down his wallet, Samsung smartwatch, phone, earphones and even the hoodie on the queen-sized bed. Falling back on that comfortable bed, sinking into the brown and white stripped sheets while fluffing the pure white soft pillows behind his head. Andre looked up to the brown ceiling, the beautiful chandelier and kept thinking about home in Houston. Thought about the birth of his soon to be twin sons from his pregnant girlfriend Kaitlyn, his two daughters Serenity and Athena. All was a lot to take in for his return in the WCF until his phone started ringing. Kaitlyn was calling and he answered the phone, voice commanding it to accept.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Kaitlyn Curran: Morning.
Andre Holmes: Hey...
He rubbed his sweaty forehead with his right hand. Probably not the best idea to smell it after a long cardio run. Andre was finally relaxing on that very comfortable therapeutic bed enjoying the beautiful view of Philadelphia through the window panels decorated as walls.
Kailtyn Curran: Uh oh. What's wrong now?
Andre Holmes: Just having trouble trying to get back into the groove. I've been away for so long that things have changed a lot. The sport caught up to us veterans and it's time we actually do better than before. Last week didn't go as I expected so now I'm trying to figure out how am I going to do against #BeachKrew. It's not going to be easy but I'm trying babe.
Kaitlyn Curran: Is that it?
Andre Holmes: ...No. How's the pregnancy?
Kaitlyn Curran: Painful, heavy, weird, beautiful.
Andre Holmes: Beautiful? Wow. I hope you can say that during labor.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre?!?!
He laughed. Of course she wasn't offended, they both enjoyed the fact they were going to have kids of their own. When he finished laughing, Andre rolled over onto his right side and supported his head with his right hand. A thought raced in his mind concerning his daughters. How they felt about this sudden change in the family life especially with twin sons on the way that aren't even related to them. He hoped that they would welcome them into the Holmes-Curran family without any type of prejudice or disdain from their biological mother, Samantha Holmes.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...Andre...Andre?!
Andre Homes: Huh, what? Sorry, I spaced out for a moment.
Kaitlyn Curran: Still thinking about the match?
Andre Holmes: Yeah, the match. I'm just maybe a little bit overwhelmed with coming back to the promotion. Maybe I should take a long hot shower and relax for the time being. I'll call you back babe.
Kaitlyn Curran: You sure everything is fine?
Andre Holmes: Yeah. I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Call me if you need anything, love you.
The call ended and Andre sat up on the edge of the bed leaned forward with his forearms rested against his thighs. He then got up off the couch and took off his clothes on his way to the large bathroom; Already inside, he turned the pipe switch to hot to already got the shower active. Andre looked into the mirror wondering what could happen if his family fell apart again. Could he live with himself if his daughters couldn't accept his new born children? He didn't want to go through that tear around the Samantha era.
Andre stepped in the shower letting the hot water run from his head down to his toes. Steam rising around him, soothing his skin as he made his own personal sauna. It was actually nice to wind down from all the crazy crap going on in the WCF especially with his weird marriage between Thursday Kerrigan and Jared Holmes. He wanted to win this Trios Championship as he always was a man of accomplishments and taking pride in winning. You can call him the Ronda Rousey without the terrible team and coaches behind him. The only thing the Relentless athlete needed was the burning love and supporting courage they always had in their faith of their father and love.
He couldn't say the same about his partners. He was paired up with CJ Phoenix and Dion Necurat. Two athletes he mercilessly defeated last week on Slam so why the hell would they even think they had a chance? The real threat in this Trios team was Andre Holmes. He was their backbone, their chance to gain even more fame in the championship leagues. No matter what the cost, Andre wanted to be a champion in the WCF more than anything even if it meant teaming with a Brotherhood member and a former Alpha Champion. The prize of the contest was too great of an opportunity to pass up but the bonus was defeating the prime members #BeachKrew to begin with. Andre really pursued the chance of defeating all of them in the WCF together when he was with Bonnie Blue, Demarcus Jordan and Grayson Pierce in his old stable Rebellution.
Andre Holmes: Trios Champion...
Turning the tap off, he exited out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror above the sink. Rubbing his fingers on the mirror to get a clear view of his reflection, Andre was really prepared to put everything on the line for this match. No matter who the opponent was, the Trios Championship was the only thing of value to become apart of his legacy in the WCF. #BeachKrew vs Andre Holmes, Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix. Should be a hell of a match for the ages to tell to generations.
Thursday morning and Andre was doing his mourning routine of a cardio run. The Philadelphia weather at the time was extremely cold and cloudy with a chance of snow. Andre wore all his Reebok gear along with with his gloves and thick black hoodie over his head to keep himself even more warm during the run around the city and through the park. Rushing in his mind was the challenge of facing three elite athletes who are well known to be in one of the most dominant stables in the WCF, #Beachkrew. Johnny Rabid, Wade Moor and Jared Holmes who are the WCF Trios Champions. Those three men together proved to be wrecking ball, how they easily destroyed Zero Tolerance in such spectacular and dominant fashion. This match wasn't about the championships only, it was his proving ground match in the WCF. He needed to win this alongside with Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix to prove that his rookie run was not a one hit wonder, he was here to stay in WCF and make a returning statement that he is back.
The Double Tree Hotel on 237 S Broad St was his temporary place of stay for his second booking in Philadelphia. Andre came to a cooldown in his morning jog at half past ten in the morning where the sidewalks were starting to be crowded with pedestrians. Traffic on the other hand was already bad on such a crazy business and entertainment street. He removed the earphones blasting music on his premium Spotify account from his T-Mobile Samsung Galaxy S7 as he stuffed the earphones down into the hoodie pocket. Andre entered into the Double Tree Hotel entrance walking in the lobby straight into the elevator where he pressed the fourth floor button to begin his ascent to his room. Inside the elevator on the way up, a young mother was holding her baby up to her shoulder. Andre leaned back against the wall looking into the baby's cute blue eyes; resembling those of Serenity, his eldest daughter.
Ding! The elevator doors slid open and Andre was already on his way to his room removing the keycard from his left back pocket. He pressed the card against the door handle already letting him in then threw down his wallet, Samsung smartwatch, phone, earphones and even the hoodie on the queen-sized bed. Falling back on that comfortable bed, sinking into the brown and white stripped sheets while fluffing the pure white soft pillows behind his head. Andre looked up to the brown ceiling, the beautiful chandelier and kept thinking about home in Houston. Thought about the birth of his soon to be twin sons from his pregnant girlfriend Kaitlyn, his two daughters Serenity and Athena. All was a lot to take in for his return in the WCF until his phone started ringing. Kaitlyn was calling and he answered the phone, voice commanding it to accept.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Kaitlyn Curran: Morning.
Andre Holmes: Hey...
He rubbed his sweaty forehead with his right hand. Probably not the best idea to smell it after a long cardio run. Andre was finally relaxing on that very comfortable therapeutic bed enjoying the beautiful view of Philadelphia through the window panels decorated as walls.
Kailtyn Curran: Uh oh. What's wrong now?
Andre Holmes: Just having trouble trying to get back into the groove. I've been away for so long that things have changed a lot. The sport caught up to us veterans and it's time we actually do better than before. Last week didn't go as I expected so now I'm trying to figure out how am I going to do against #BeachKrew. It's not going to be easy but I'm trying babe.
Kaitlyn Curran: Is that it?
Andre Holmes: ...No. How's the pregnancy?
Kaitlyn Curran: Painful, heavy, weird, beautiful.
Andre Holmes: Beautiful? Wow. I hope you can say that during labor.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre?!?!
He laughed. Of course she wasn't offended, they both enjoyed the fact they were going to have kids of their own. When he finished laughing, Andre rolled over onto his right side and supported his head with his right hand. A thought raced in his mind concerning his daughters. How they felt about this sudden change in the family life especially with twin sons on the way that aren't even related to them. He hoped that they would welcome them into the Holmes-Curran family without any type of prejudice or disdain from their biological mother, Samantha Holmes.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...Andre...Andre?!
Andre Homes: Huh, what? Sorry, I spaced out for a moment.
Kaitlyn Curran: Still thinking about the match?
Andre Holmes: Yeah, the match. I'm just maybe a little bit overwhelmed with coming back to the promotion. Maybe I should take a long hot shower and relax for the time being. I'll call you back babe.
Kaitlyn Curran: You sure everything is fine?
Andre Holmes: Yeah. I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Call me if you need anything, love you.
The call ended and Andre sat up on the edge of the bed leaned forward with his forearms rested against his thighs. He then got up off the couch and took off his clothes on his way to the large bathroom; Already inside, he turned the pipe switch to hot to already got the shower active. Andre looked into the mirror wondering what could happen if his family fell apart again. Could he live with himself if his daughters couldn't accept his new born children? He didn't want to go through that tear around the Samantha era.
Andre stepped in the shower letting the hot water run from his head down to his toes. Steam rising around him, soothing his skin as he made his own personal sauna. It was actually nice to wind down from all the crazy crap going on in the WCF especially with his weird marriage between Thursday Kerrigan and Jared Holmes. He wanted to win this Trios Championship as he always was a man of accomplishments and taking pride in winning. You can call him the Ronda Rousey without the terrible team and coaches behind him. The only thing the Relentless athlete needed was the burning love and supporting courage they always had in their faith of their father and love.
He couldn't say the same about his partners. He was paired up with CJ Phoenix and Dion Necurat. Two athletes he mercilessly defeated last week on Slam so why the hell would they even think they had a chance? The real threat in this Trios team was Andre Holmes. He was their backbone, their chance to gain even more fame in the championship leagues. No matter what the cost, Andre wanted to be a champion in the WCF more than anything even if it meant teaming with a Brotherhood member and a former Alpha Champion. The prize of the contest was too great of an opportunity to pass up but the bonus was defeating the prime members #BeachKrew to begin with. Andre really pursued the chance of defeating all of them in the WCF together when he was with Bonnie Blue, Demarcus Jordan and Grayson Pierce in his old stable Rebellution.
Andre Holmes: Trios Champion...
Turning the tap off, he exited out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror above the sink. Rubbing his fingers on the mirror to get a clear view of his reflection, Andre was really prepared to put everything on the line for this match. No matter who the opponent was, the Trios Championship was the only thing of value to become apart of his legacy in the WCF. #BeachKrew vs Andre Holmes, Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix. Should be a hell of a match for the ages to tell to generations.
RELAPSE.
What do we say to the God of Death?
I say. I offer you a peace offering, the head of Wade Moor. Please, I really put a lot of thought into this peace offering. It's not everyday you have the chance to behead a former WCF World Champion but I'm just lucky enough to have such an unfortunate soul step into my path and tear down this false God in my way. I should be on my knees practically thanking Wade for oh so ever being generous to give me a chance to step into the ring with greatness right? Bow down on my knees, kiss the ground he walked on, praise his name everywhere I go and sing about his glories in #BeachKrew? After all, he aligns himself with two men: one thinks he is a #SixGod, the other just God. Jesus christ, they call me fucking arrogant and conceited? However, Wade is the only one who has the right to magically put himself on a fucking high pedestal since he is a former WCF World Champion but that only means that's more than enough reason to drop his dumb fucking ass back into the retirement home he should have never left in the first place.
What was it Wade? Do you have any theories on why I should not be in the same ring as you? Did you walk the path of a mortal, open Pandora's Box, gain the power to kill a God, walk through the halls of Mount Olympus and sit down on your throne? What made you believe you were a God in the first place because a God doesn't come to Earth and bends his ass over to the wills of other mortals? A God is an entity that is worshiped by many and all with unbelievable power and limitless strength to create and destroy realms of his choosing. What makes you think I would actually believe that you are a God Wade when even you fell before my feet in our last matches.
Oh. A God forgets?
If I recall Wade, you fell to my feet before when you stepped into my Lazarus Pit and couldn't even drink the waters to revive your decaying soul. Remember that match Wade? I do. The Lazarus Pit. Remember? All those who dare step into the Lazarus Pit are reborn but come back much worse. Exactly what you have done Wade. You've come back a lesser man than we faced off in UCI where I beat your wannabe bearded Jesus Christ ass into Oblivion not once but twice. The second one is when you got emotional and beat the shit out of Dustin Beaver trying to convince the entire world that you were turning over a new life when in honesty, you were turning over an ass cheek to get spanked again by your Daddy...which is me. Don't get me wrong Wade, I respect success but I don't respect someone who calls themselves Gods yet can't even get rid of their demons.
Time Wade. Time heals all wounds but when time has a Deja Vu, I can't do anything to help you with that. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on you again Wade but I wanted to do it in the company where your success was at the highest. When I watched you defeat my own Rebellution brother, or former brother, Grayson Pierce at One, and even went on a crusade to help #BeachKrew at the top. The Wade Moor who was dominant in the early stages of his career and all so powerful that he gravitated all the worthless low lives in the world to be more than they are. Spreading bullshit around like the new drug on the street only for his downfall after he lost to Jayson Price. Poor Wade, that Lazarus Pit didn't really help you at all. You've failed time and time again. In UCI, you couldn't become the hero they wanted you to be. You betrayed Dustin Beaver, turned your back on him when in reality, the fault was yours. You couldn't beat Crazy J for the Hardcore Title I so rightfully was robbed off from Mexico. Damn Wade.
Has the Lazarus Pit really destroyed you?
Do you need that pit to bring you back to your old self? Can you step into that monstrous reality and relive the glory days from last year? The Lazarus Pit is a very dangerous chemical weapon with powers beyond this world. A God does not need a Lazarus Pit unless the demons inside him are too powerful for him to control. Understand this Wade. My Lazarus Pit is welcome to all but every time someone enters, they leave a piece of them behind for my entertainment. I guess you can picture this as a Soul Cairn from Skyrim. How you have to sacrifice yourself in order to enter the realm of collected souls abused and manipulated only to empower their enemies' weapons of mass destruction.
Take my hand Wand. Take it and understand that your soul has been eaten alive by the words you ever speak about. I used to think they were just for a gimmick but you live by these false stories, these clouds of lies you surround yourself with. Wade, you're not a God my friend. Just like everyone else in this promotion, you are a mere mortal who can eat, sleep, breathe and even become addicted like one. Maybe if you're lucky, you can even enter the Erin Fausse Shelter provided by your #Beachkrew brother, Jared Holmes, to help you get over this illusion of your Godly madness. I am personally to blame for bringing you into that Lazarus Pit and watching you emerge out of that poisonous substance desperately breathing for air as you've seen your body fall from the grace of the Heavens you once roamed. Ah well, you managed to gain some consolation by winning the WCF Trios Championship. I commend you sir, well done.
Now allow me to Confess my Sins to the God of Wade.
I do not give a flying fuck about the tales of Wade Moor popping pills or pretending to be the next Kratos in the WCF. Let me make something absolutely clear Wade. You in my eyes are absolute trash how you carry yourself around higher than the realms of men when in fact, you're nothing more than a bitch. You portray yourself as an immortal entity to be unbeatable and immortal. However Wade, I exposed that when I Thrust Kicked you at UCI: Lazarus and pinned you in the ring but now I want to do the same on your stage. On your time, in front of your friends, and in front of the entire WCF World. Why? Because just like Jared to Thursday Kerrigan, I am a selfish motherfucker who loves to prove everyone wrong and ensure that Andre Holmes is the greatest wrestler in the history of this fucking promotion!
Andre turns his head to the camera, the moonlight beams reflecting off the right side of his face.
I will seek you out on Sunday Night Slam in front of the entire Universe. The seven deities, the Gods, any supernatural being you will bring to the table. Bring them with you Wade and pray to them. Let them know that a man stands in front of your destiny to be great again and that man will destroy everything you have built in the WCF along with everything you love. I have advice for you. Advice that will change your life forever especially after I kick your ass with my partners Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix.
#Beachkrew...bury it. It's dead.
It has always been dead Wade. Rebellution was a waste of my valuable time. I never needed the stable to prove I was better than you and I damn sure never needed Grayson, Bonnie or Demarcus to prove you're just a man who got high off his own words. Now after this match, take my advice and did what I do. Bury the god damn stable six feet deep into the ground and forgot. I am the only man to be in WCF out of that stable to be of worth more than even Gemini Battle winning the WCF World Championship himself. You know me Wade, why should I succumb to his fucking accomplishments when I've done something he can't even do? Kick your little scrawny swamp possum ass across the ring.
Now here I am ready to have another Deja Vu, send your ass into the Lazarus Pit and watch you die in the ring in front of your fallen brothers as well. It's time for a new, it's time for evolution. Destruction of a God? Pandora's Box also has the power to kill a God so why not take the key from around your neck and unlock it for my benefit. I'm sure that is fine right?
#Fuccboi Genocide
I say. I offer you a peace offering, the head of Wade Moor. Please, I really put a lot of thought into this peace offering. It's not everyday you have the chance to behead a former WCF World Champion but I'm just lucky enough to have such an unfortunate soul step into my path and tear down this false God in my way. I should be on my knees practically thanking Wade for oh so ever being generous to give me a chance to step into the ring with greatness right? Bow down on my knees, kiss the ground he walked on, praise his name everywhere I go and sing about his glories in #BeachKrew? After all, he aligns himself with two men: one thinks he is a #SixGod, the other just God. Jesus christ, they call me fucking arrogant and conceited? However, Wade is the only one who has the right to magically put himself on a fucking high pedestal since he is a former WCF World Champion but that only means that's more than enough reason to drop his dumb fucking ass back into the retirement home he should have never left in the first place.
What was it Wade? Do you have any theories on why I should not be in the same ring as you? Did you walk the path of a mortal, open Pandora's Box, gain the power to kill a God, walk through the halls of Mount Olympus and sit down on your throne? What made you believe you were a God in the first place because a God doesn't come to Earth and bends his ass over to the wills of other mortals? A God is an entity that is worshiped by many and all with unbelievable power and limitless strength to create and destroy realms of his choosing. What makes you think I would actually believe that you are a God Wade when even you fell before my feet in our last matches.
Oh. A God forgets?
If I recall Wade, you fell to my feet before when you stepped into my Lazarus Pit and couldn't even drink the waters to revive your decaying soul. Remember that match Wade? I do. The Lazarus Pit. Remember? All those who dare step into the Lazarus Pit are reborn but come back much worse. Exactly what you have done Wade. You've come back a lesser man than we faced off in UCI where I beat your wannabe bearded Jesus Christ ass into Oblivion not once but twice. The second one is when you got emotional and beat the shit out of Dustin Beaver trying to convince the entire world that you were turning over a new life when in honesty, you were turning over an ass cheek to get spanked again by your Daddy...which is me. Don't get me wrong Wade, I respect success but I don't respect someone who calls themselves Gods yet can't even get rid of their demons.
Time Wade. Time heals all wounds but when time has a Deja Vu, I can't do anything to help you with that. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on you again Wade but I wanted to do it in the company where your success was at the highest. When I watched you defeat my own Rebellution brother, or former brother, Grayson Pierce at One, and even went on a crusade to help #BeachKrew at the top. The Wade Moor who was dominant in the early stages of his career and all so powerful that he gravitated all the worthless low lives in the world to be more than they are. Spreading bullshit around like the new drug on the street only for his downfall after he lost to Jayson Price. Poor Wade, that Lazarus Pit didn't really help you at all. You've failed time and time again. In UCI, you couldn't become the hero they wanted you to be. You betrayed Dustin Beaver, turned your back on him when in reality, the fault was yours. You couldn't beat Crazy J for the Hardcore Title I so rightfully was robbed off from Mexico. Damn Wade.
Has the Lazarus Pit really destroyed you?
Do you need that pit to bring you back to your old self? Can you step into that monstrous reality and relive the glory days from last year? The Lazarus Pit is a very dangerous chemical weapon with powers beyond this world. A God does not need a Lazarus Pit unless the demons inside him are too powerful for him to control. Understand this Wade. My Lazarus Pit is welcome to all but every time someone enters, they leave a piece of them behind for my entertainment. I guess you can picture this as a Soul Cairn from Skyrim. How you have to sacrifice yourself in order to enter the realm of collected souls abused and manipulated only to empower their enemies' weapons of mass destruction.
Take my hand Wand. Take it and understand that your soul has been eaten alive by the words you ever speak about. I used to think they were just for a gimmick but you live by these false stories, these clouds of lies you surround yourself with. Wade, you're not a God my friend. Just like everyone else in this promotion, you are a mere mortal who can eat, sleep, breathe and even become addicted like one. Maybe if you're lucky, you can even enter the Erin Fausse Shelter provided by your #Beachkrew brother, Jared Holmes, to help you get over this illusion of your Godly madness. I am personally to blame for bringing you into that Lazarus Pit and watching you emerge out of that poisonous substance desperately breathing for air as you've seen your body fall from the grace of the Heavens you once roamed. Ah well, you managed to gain some consolation by winning the WCF Trios Championship. I commend you sir, well done.
Now allow me to Confess my Sins to the God of Wade.
I do not give a flying fuck about the tales of Wade Moor popping pills or pretending to be the next Kratos in the WCF. Let me make something absolutely clear Wade. You in my eyes are absolute trash how you carry yourself around higher than the realms of men when in fact, you're nothing more than a bitch. You portray yourself as an immortal entity to be unbeatable and immortal. However Wade, I exposed that when I Thrust Kicked you at UCI: Lazarus and pinned you in the ring but now I want to do the same on your stage. On your time, in front of your friends, and in front of the entire WCF World. Why? Because just like Jared to Thursday Kerrigan, I am a selfish motherfucker who loves to prove everyone wrong and ensure that Andre Holmes is the greatest wrestler in the history of this fucking promotion!
Andre turns his head to the camera, the moonlight beams reflecting off the right side of his face.
I will seek you out on Sunday Night Slam in front of the entire Universe. The seven deities, the Gods, any supernatural being you will bring to the table. Bring them with you Wade and pray to them. Let them know that a man stands in front of your destiny to be great again and that man will destroy everything you have built in the WCF along with everything you love. I have advice for you. Advice that will change your life forever especially after I kick your ass with my partners Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix.
#Beachkrew...bury it. It's dead.
It has always been dead Wade. Rebellution was a waste of my valuable time. I never needed the stable to prove I was better than you and I damn sure never needed Grayson, Bonnie or Demarcus to prove you're just a man who got high off his own words. Now after this match, take my advice and did what I do. Bury the god damn stable six feet deep into the ground and forgot. I am the only man to be in WCF out of that stable to be of worth more than even Gemini Battle winning the WCF World Championship himself. You know me Wade, why should I succumb to his fucking accomplishments when I've done something he can't even do? Kick your little scrawny swamp possum ass across the ring.
Now here I am ready to have another Deja Vu, send your ass into the Lazarus Pit and watch you die in the ring in front of your fallen brothers as well. It's time for a new, it's time for evolution. Destruction of a God? Pandora's Box also has the power to kill a God so why not take the key from around your neck and unlock it for my benefit. I'm sure that is fine right?
#Fuccboi Genocide
GHOST.
Afternoon has finally come and Andre took advantage of the warmer weather to get some food on 4040 City Ave. Asian Pei Wei was always one of his favorites to dine it. Mostly because it was the first time he met his ex-wife, Samantha, back in Houston. He was sitting alone at the bar section of the restaurant eating alone where he took sight of her. Andre was eighteen years old, Samantha nineteen. From that look they both had, chemistry was already made like they were drawn to each other. She came over and sat with him leaving her friends to just have a nice talk and from then, they had kids and got married. However on the way through the marriage, things changed. Samantha became more of an alcoholic sparked by the loss of her parents and Andre couldn't fathom the idea of an alcoholic addict for a mother which drew them apart into a divorce.
Inside the Asian Pei Wei restaurant, Andre was sat at that same bar section just enjoying his appetizer meal of Crab Wontons. He wore a large thick grey Jacket with a tight T-Shirt under it. Black jeans, black shoes and even a small cap on his head to deal with the cold weather in Philly. Andre was never a man to be in the cold, he always loved the warmth although living in Houston did have it's downsides with winter. If it was up to him, he'd move to Miami as all his friends say the tropical weather is too good to pass up. Maybe when he's earned enough to secure a good living for him and his family, he will take up the opportunity. Andre placed his right elbow on the counter top thinking about his upcoming match with #BeachKrew on Sunday Night Slam. He can't really blame himself for being put with two partners he has no chemistry with- as a matter of fact on paper, the odds are pretty much stacked against him.
A well organized team of three athletes who have dominated the WCF are now the WCF Trios Champions who just destroyed Zero Tolerance at One and Andre responds by sitting down at Pei Wei eating Crab Wontons? He should be in the gym training as his subconscious keeps telling him but his heart is still focused on home where his family are. Something was bothering him at that time and he couldn't figure out what it is. He sat there trying to figure out what was it; What could it be taking him off his game? He's got everything. A loving pregnant girlfriend with twin sons on the way by the first week of February, two beautiful daughters, a great home in Houston, his own business in MMA and his successful career for Professional Wrestling. So what exactly could it be?
Samantha Pryor: Hello Andre.
No. That voice....that voice did not register to him. It couldn't be her out of all people. Andre's head lifted up from his sulking position and slowly turned to the left with his hazel eyes really confirming that it was her. Samantha Pryor, his ex-wife, sitting down at the bar beside him dressed in that blue winter coat with tight black leggings and black shoes on. Hand mitts on and even her brunette hair let down behind her. After what happened in Chicago, Andre never wanted to see her again as they still had some feelings for each other after the divorce. He cheated on Kaitlyn with his ex-wife and now she's here again popping back up in his life just when all was going ever so well. He didn't know how to respond but Samantha seemed too calm for this awkward reunion.
Andre Holmes: What are you doing here?
Samantha Pryor: I should say the same for you but you're a wrestler. You're everywhere so when I saw you, why can't I say hi?
Andre Holmes: As if. You came here because you want something. You always do. Why is that whenever I'm happy, you're always there to remind me exactly why I should have never married you in the first place?
Samantha Pryor: Is that why you're afraid to marry 'her' because of me?
Andre didn't reply, he just took a sip of the lemonade. However, she was right. Andre was afraid to marry Kaitlyn because he was still suffering the scars from his last marriage. He believed that the same situation would come up again and Kaitlyn would be ruined. As much as he hated it, Andre always believed that those who get too close has always been put into bad position.
Samantha Pryor: Well?
Andre Holmes: It's none of your business what I do with her. I'm happy and that's all that matters. If you're coming here to get information about my new life, you might as well just leave. I don't want to talk to you nor do I ever want to see you again.
Samantha Pryor: You're going to shut me out after everything that's happened ESPECIALLY from Chicago?
Andre Holmes: Chicago was a mistake. We both knew it.
Samantha Pryor: ...You're calling what happened a mistake and what exactly what would happen if another mistake was made?
Andre Holmes: What do you mean?
She looked away while Andre was begging for her not to say what he think she was about to say. Samantha looked right back into his eyes and saw that look she knew too well especially from the marriage. Hurting Andre deep inside and she always blamed herself for that. Her addictive behavior, her domestic violence, everything was always her even though Andre would always take the blame in front of their children. She took one deep breath then finally released the truth she tried to hold away from him from the last six months.
Samantha Pryor: I'm...
Andre Holmes: You're...?
She took off her large snowcoat and revealed the baby bump. Andre's eyes widened as he sat right there next to her. He saw that large belly bulging against her shirt and Samantha looked back at him as they both knew they fucked up big time. No words could escape his mouth, nothing. It was struggling to even utter a sound as silence was dawning on him. She's pregnant. His ex wife was pregnant and he didn't even know about it. How was Kaitlyn and his daughters supposed to accept this and could he keep this a secret?
Andre Holmes: ...What?
Samantha Pryor: I'm pregnant. Six months. I'm sorry Andre, I should have called you but I didn't know what to say. Please, don't look at me like that. I need you.
Andre Holmes: Is there a possibility that the child is even mine?
Samantha Pryor: There's no one else.
He buried his face into the palm of his hands and Samantha got closer. She rubbed her hand down his back trying to comfort him in such a dark time. This was really a very bad situation on both sides. Samantha finally purchased a great condo to live in Philadelphia while Andre was finished settling in with his family back at Houston. Now it just seems he can never have a peaceful moment in his life without some bullshit coming in to ruin his chances. Sending that all down the drain where he can even sleep normally.
Andre Holmes: I don't know what to say.
Samantha Pryor: I just need to know...are you with me on this?
Andre Holmes: I'll call you later.
Samantha Pryor: An-
He got up from the chair and grabbed his coat before leaving the restaurant. Andre walked down the busy sidewalk while putting on his jacket as well still trying to believe that he's in a nightmare. Unfortunately, he wasn't. His actions have consequences and this one came back to haunt him as much as he didn't like it. Like every other man, he had to grab his balls and deal with it. Andre always paid for his consequences by owning up it and being responsible. It's just sad when the heart want what it wants no matter how bad it is for it, he was still in love with his ex-wife after the divorce even with Kaitlyn at the time. The heart could never let go so easily, maybe that horoscope of a Libra was right all along.
Andre signaled for a Taxi which pulled up beside him. He entered into the backseat and ordered to return him to the Double Tree Hotel to seek refuge. How was he going to tell Kaitlyn about all of this? There must be a different way or a different father. If this was truly his child, he really needed to make sure he would become Trios Champion for a better pay and better chance of taking care now five kids in his household. He already made enough money by working in UCI, WCF and managing the MMA gym. This was a lot to take in now.
Inside the Asian Pei Wei restaurant, Andre was sat at that same bar section just enjoying his appetizer meal of Crab Wontons. He wore a large thick grey Jacket with a tight T-Shirt under it. Black jeans, black shoes and even a small cap on his head to deal with the cold weather in Philly. Andre was never a man to be in the cold, he always loved the warmth although living in Houston did have it's downsides with winter. If it was up to him, he'd move to Miami as all his friends say the tropical weather is too good to pass up. Maybe when he's earned enough to secure a good living for him and his family, he will take up the opportunity. Andre placed his right elbow on the counter top thinking about his upcoming match with #BeachKrew on Sunday Night Slam. He can't really blame himself for being put with two partners he has no chemistry with- as a matter of fact on paper, the odds are pretty much stacked against him.
A well organized team of three athletes who have dominated the WCF are now the WCF Trios Champions who just destroyed Zero Tolerance at One and Andre responds by sitting down at Pei Wei eating Crab Wontons? He should be in the gym training as his subconscious keeps telling him but his heart is still focused on home where his family are. Something was bothering him at that time and he couldn't figure out what it is. He sat there trying to figure out what was it; What could it be taking him off his game? He's got everything. A loving pregnant girlfriend with twin sons on the way by the first week of February, two beautiful daughters, a great home in Houston, his own business in MMA and his successful career for Professional Wrestling. So what exactly could it be?
Samantha Pryor: Hello Andre.
No. That voice....that voice did not register to him. It couldn't be her out of all people. Andre's head lifted up from his sulking position and slowly turned to the left with his hazel eyes really confirming that it was her. Samantha Pryor, his ex-wife, sitting down at the bar beside him dressed in that blue winter coat with tight black leggings and black shoes on. Hand mitts on and even her brunette hair let down behind her. After what happened in Chicago, Andre never wanted to see her again as they still had some feelings for each other after the divorce. He cheated on Kaitlyn with his ex-wife and now she's here again popping back up in his life just when all was going ever so well. He didn't know how to respond but Samantha seemed too calm for this awkward reunion.
Andre Holmes: What are you doing here?
Samantha Pryor: I should say the same for you but you're a wrestler. You're everywhere so when I saw you, why can't I say hi?
Andre Holmes: As if. You came here because you want something. You always do. Why is that whenever I'm happy, you're always there to remind me exactly why I should have never married you in the first place?
Samantha Pryor: Is that why you're afraid to marry 'her' because of me?
Andre didn't reply, he just took a sip of the lemonade. However, she was right. Andre was afraid to marry Kaitlyn because he was still suffering the scars from his last marriage. He believed that the same situation would come up again and Kaitlyn would be ruined. As much as he hated it, Andre always believed that those who get too close has always been put into bad position.
Samantha Pryor: Well?
Andre Holmes: It's none of your business what I do with her. I'm happy and that's all that matters. If you're coming here to get information about my new life, you might as well just leave. I don't want to talk to you nor do I ever want to see you again.
Samantha Pryor: You're going to shut me out after everything that's happened ESPECIALLY from Chicago?
Andre Holmes: Chicago was a mistake. We both knew it.
Samantha Pryor: ...You're calling what happened a mistake and what exactly what would happen if another mistake was made?
Andre Holmes: What do you mean?
She looked away while Andre was begging for her not to say what he think she was about to say. Samantha looked right back into his eyes and saw that look she knew too well especially from the marriage. Hurting Andre deep inside and she always blamed herself for that. Her addictive behavior, her domestic violence, everything was always her even though Andre would always take the blame in front of their children. She took one deep breath then finally released the truth she tried to hold away from him from the last six months.
Samantha Pryor: I'm...
Andre Holmes: You're...?
She took off her large snowcoat and revealed the baby bump. Andre's eyes widened as he sat right there next to her. He saw that large belly bulging against her shirt and Samantha looked back at him as they both knew they fucked up big time. No words could escape his mouth, nothing. It was struggling to even utter a sound as silence was dawning on him. She's pregnant. His ex wife was pregnant and he didn't even know about it. How was Kaitlyn and his daughters supposed to accept this and could he keep this a secret?
Andre Holmes: ...What?
Samantha Pryor: I'm pregnant. Six months. I'm sorry Andre, I should have called you but I didn't know what to say. Please, don't look at me like that. I need you.
Andre Holmes: Is there a possibility that the child is even mine?
Samantha Pryor: There's no one else.
He buried his face into the palm of his hands and Samantha got closer. She rubbed her hand down his back trying to comfort him in such a dark time. This was really a very bad situation on both sides. Samantha finally purchased a great condo to live in Philadelphia while Andre was finished settling in with his family back at Houston. Now it just seems he can never have a peaceful moment in his life without some bullshit coming in to ruin his chances. Sending that all down the drain where he can even sleep normally.
Andre Holmes: I don't know what to say.
Samantha Pryor: I just need to know...are you with me on this?
Andre Holmes: I'll call you later.
Samantha Pryor: An-
He got up from the chair and grabbed his coat before leaving the restaurant. Andre walked down the busy sidewalk while putting on his jacket as well still trying to believe that he's in a nightmare. Unfortunately, he wasn't. His actions have consequences and this one came back to haunt him as much as he didn't like it. Like every other man, he had to grab his balls and deal with it. Andre always paid for his consequences by owning up it and being responsible. It's just sad when the heart want what it wants no matter how bad it is for it, he was still in love with his ex-wife after the divorce even with Kaitlyn at the time. The heart could never let go so easily, maybe that horoscope of a Libra was right all along.
Andre signaled for a Taxi which pulled up beside him. He entered into the backseat and ordered to return him to the Double Tree Hotel to seek refuge. How was he going to tell Kaitlyn about all of this? There must be a different way or a different father. If this was truly his child, he really needed to make sure he would become Trios Champion for a better pay and better chance of taking care now five kids in his household. He already made enough money by working in UCI, WCF and managing the MMA gym. This was a lot to take in now.
REPEAT.
And now here we are again Mr. Rabid. Allow me to be the first and say very well done in your time in WCF. Winning not only the WCF Tag, Television and Trios Championship but also awarded with your first ever WCF World Championship match against Thomas Uriel Bates where I thought a new WCF World Champion was going to be crowned. I'd say out of everyone in this match, I believe the two of us are destined to come together on common ground no? You've always been there to watch me grow as a competitor and sympathize how we share a lot of personality traits, ideals, perspective about living a life and wrestling inside the ring. Hell if there was even a chance, I would have considered us to be great Tag Team partners or even brothers in another life. We're so alike. Both blessed with God given talent and both are World Champion material inside the ring. There's no denying the intensity, the passion and the level of class you walk inside that holy grail every time you step into the ring, it's like a canvas being a masterpiece.
A wise man once said. If you can't paint a piece on your wall, you make a stain on somebody else's.
Your masterpiece was always ruined Johnny. It was always ruined ever since you've failed to grasp the brass ring and prove to us that you have what it takes to truly be the next WCF World Champion by falling to that ugly, gigantic, bald headed dumbass Thomas Uriel Bates. You were always that man Johnny Rabid. The man who has everything at his disposal. The power, the money, the connections, the resources, the crew. This mastermind of seeking out a great plan to establish his dominance and also rectify any setbacks in the way. Bonnie Blue, remember her? How she tried to rise up against you and you felt the need to protect yourself in order to protect your family. So what did you do? You drugged her and almost killed her; She threatened your way of life. The life of a father thus you had to do everything in your power to ensure your children and your wife would be sleeping at home tonight without any shadow of a doubt that she would destroy everything you loved.
The real question is: was that true or just another lie to follow in Jared's footsteps of keeping your reputation intact? Isn't this what you wanted Johnny? Champion again with your peers and now you stand in front of me the WCF Trios Champion. #BeachKrew, the stable that had WCF by its knees are reunited again with a mission to eradicate those they find weak. However, I don't understand how you may find me weak when I've also bested some of your peers. Maybe you should even ask whatever happened to your brother of yours, Kyle Kemp, who was mercilessly beaten at the hands of myself, Grayson Pierce, and Jared Holmes. Ooops. Secrets out. Do you really think I was responsible for destroying his career and ending his life that he couldn't even hack it in UCI along with you in that Killing Floor match? But who am I to question one's destiny after all, you've still have yet to beat me inside the WCF Ring Johnny.
We're more alike yet so far apart.
Why is that? We've done a lot in our time in WCF together. We've had a tremendous Tag Team Title match that was named Match of the Week, we both became champions one in the same and we both dominated. I don't know how much we can be compared but there's something missing. Oh right? I still matter more than you could ever be. I see through a man easily, especially with one with a massive arrogance complex. You think you're the only one who can pull the strings and create foolproof plans? Here's some advice Rabid, don't cash cheques you know your bank account can't manage. I don't give a fuck about how great your in-ring talent is or what you've accomplished while I was gone because all that means is nothing unless you prove to me you still have it takes to step inside the ring with me once again.
Let's just be honest. Why do you waste your time with Wade Moor and Jared Holmes? What benefits do you have with them and why the hell are you the overlooked athlete in #BeachKrew? Wade Moor was World Champion, Jared Holmes became Trilogy Winner, Dustin Beaver and John Gable were recognized as great Television Champions and you were thrown into the remains with Kyle Kemp. It's just funny that #BeachKrew is all about protecting one another, the mission statement is to dominate as a great stable together yet every man in that group has no regards for himself. Maybe #BeachKrew is just another group of gentlemen beating their meat to how good they think they are instead of providing a foundation on working together.
Did you really believe in #BeachKrew or were they just another stepping stone in your master plan to ease your way into the World Title picture? You were always discredited and never given enough chances especially in the main event level. Don't get me wrong, I was starting and even doing much more than you were at the time so shouldn't that say enough since I am not good enough to be on #BeacKrew's side? Point of the matter is Johnny. Don't try. It's pointless to fight against destiny you are unable to control because destiny is too powerful for one man to change. I will not stand aside and watch you tear down my chances of helping my children out. You know? Serenity and Athena? How you tried to get the law, all the authorities to take my kids away from me when you were busy playing helping hand to Katherine Phoenix to get back at me for taking away your Tag Team Championships?!
#BeachKrew has something all in common. Frauds.
Isn't that such a damn shame? Rabid. Birds of a feather flock together. Frauds with power manage to deceive and create illusions. Take away the power and you realize they are nothing. They all repeat, the never ending cycle of showing how easy they can be hypocrites to their own words. You supported Katherine Phoenix through her hard times of being told the truth that I never loved her and never wanted her then when she turned against you...after you wanted her to be a strong, independent woman...you switched sides to support me as a father of two and a hard working husband. Are you going to switch sides when #BeachKrew doesn't give you your own way? When they look at you and choose someone else like Jared Holmes or Wade Moor to be the one in holding that prestigious WCF World Championship?
Johnny Rabid. Leave them.
You're better off. You're holding yourself back with these men who call you 'brother'. All three of you are nothing but shams, bullshit. You guys are not the best in the ring and damn sure not better men than myself, Dion Necurat, and CJ Phoenix. Dion Necurat comes from the Brotherhood, a group of men who were turned away from society but came together to help this rotting cesspool of humanity because they believed there was still hope. CJ Phoenix, an intelligent former Alphia Champion, who doesn't quit no matter how bad the opposition is. It sounds like my type of partners to work with so why not give these man a chance and let them prove their worth beside me as all three of us go into that ring and destroy you limb from limb?
I'm not saying this because I care, I'm saying it so when the day comes we meet face to face in the ring, the words "I told you so" will give me an orgasm. Johnny, I am waiting. Bring all the resources in your bank account, bring it all. Let me convince you that nothing you can do will ever sway my fucking power to destroy you and your bitches of friends so I can be the new WCF Trios Champion forever!
Wade, Jared, Johnny. Let go. Don't carry on this fallen legacy. It's over and you know it too. You guys were amazing but evolution always wins. #BeachKrew cannot survive in these new conditions, my conditions. Dion, and CJ will evolve too defeat you all but I will stand over your fallen corpses holding the belts above my head. Completing the dream of Rebellution and the failed attempt the Family to ever be recognized as a reckoning force. This Sunday in Philadelphia, you will all realize how much #BeachKrew has turned on itself.
Because I'm free...
There are no strings on me.
A wise man once said. If you can't paint a piece on your wall, you make a stain on somebody else's.
Your masterpiece was always ruined Johnny. It was always ruined ever since you've failed to grasp the brass ring and prove to us that you have what it takes to truly be the next WCF World Champion by falling to that ugly, gigantic, bald headed dumbass Thomas Uriel Bates. You were always that man Johnny Rabid. The man who has everything at his disposal. The power, the money, the connections, the resources, the crew. This mastermind of seeking out a great plan to establish his dominance and also rectify any setbacks in the way. Bonnie Blue, remember her? How she tried to rise up against you and you felt the need to protect yourself in order to protect your family. So what did you do? You drugged her and almost killed her; She threatened your way of life. The life of a father thus you had to do everything in your power to ensure your children and your wife would be sleeping at home tonight without any shadow of a doubt that she would destroy everything you loved.
The real question is: was that true or just another lie to follow in Jared's footsteps of keeping your reputation intact? Isn't this what you wanted Johnny? Champion again with your peers and now you stand in front of me the WCF Trios Champion. #BeachKrew, the stable that had WCF by its knees are reunited again with a mission to eradicate those they find weak. However, I don't understand how you may find me weak when I've also bested some of your peers. Maybe you should even ask whatever happened to your brother of yours, Kyle Kemp, who was mercilessly beaten at the hands of myself, Grayson Pierce, and Jared Holmes. Ooops. Secrets out. Do you really think I was responsible for destroying his career and ending his life that he couldn't even hack it in UCI along with you in that Killing Floor match? But who am I to question one's destiny after all, you've still have yet to beat me inside the WCF Ring Johnny.
We're more alike yet so far apart.
Why is that? We've done a lot in our time in WCF together. We've had a tremendous Tag Team Title match that was named Match of the Week, we both became champions one in the same and we both dominated. I don't know how much we can be compared but there's something missing. Oh right? I still matter more than you could ever be. I see through a man easily, especially with one with a massive arrogance complex. You think you're the only one who can pull the strings and create foolproof plans? Here's some advice Rabid, don't cash cheques you know your bank account can't manage. I don't give a fuck about how great your in-ring talent is or what you've accomplished while I was gone because all that means is nothing unless you prove to me you still have it takes to step inside the ring with me once again.
Let's just be honest. Why do you waste your time with Wade Moor and Jared Holmes? What benefits do you have with them and why the hell are you the overlooked athlete in #BeachKrew? Wade Moor was World Champion, Jared Holmes became Trilogy Winner, Dustin Beaver and John Gable were recognized as great Television Champions and you were thrown into the remains with Kyle Kemp. It's just funny that #BeachKrew is all about protecting one another, the mission statement is to dominate as a great stable together yet every man in that group has no regards for himself. Maybe #BeachKrew is just another group of gentlemen beating their meat to how good they think they are instead of providing a foundation on working together.
Did you really believe in #BeachKrew or were they just another stepping stone in your master plan to ease your way into the World Title picture? You were always discredited and never given enough chances especially in the main event level. Don't get me wrong, I was starting and even doing much more than you were at the time so shouldn't that say enough since I am not good enough to be on #BeacKrew's side? Point of the matter is Johnny. Don't try. It's pointless to fight against destiny you are unable to control because destiny is too powerful for one man to change. I will not stand aside and watch you tear down my chances of helping my children out. You know? Serenity and Athena? How you tried to get the law, all the authorities to take my kids away from me when you were busy playing helping hand to Katherine Phoenix to get back at me for taking away your Tag Team Championships?!
#BeachKrew has something all in common. Frauds.
Isn't that such a damn shame? Rabid. Birds of a feather flock together. Frauds with power manage to deceive and create illusions. Take away the power and you realize they are nothing. They all repeat, the never ending cycle of showing how easy they can be hypocrites to their own words. You supported Katherine Phoenix through her hard times of being told the truth that I never loved her and never wanted her then when she turned against you...after you wanted her to be a strong, independent woman...you switched sides to support me as a father of two and a hard working husband. Are you going to switch sides when #BeachKrew doesn't give you your own way? When they look at you and choose someone else like Jared Holmes or Wade Moor to be the one in holding that prestigious WCF World Championship?
Johnny Rabid. Leave them.
You're better off. You're holding yourself back with these men who call you 'brother'. All three of you are nothing but shams, bullshit. You guys are not the best in the ring and damn sure not better men than myself, Dion Necurat, and CJ Phoenix. Dion Necurat comes from the Brotherhood, a group of men who were turned away from society but came together to help this rotting cesspool of humanity because they believed there was still hope. CJ Phoenix, an intelligent former Alphia Champion, who doesn't quit no matter how bad the opposition is. It sounds like my type of partners to work with so why not give these man a chance and let them prove their worth beside me as all three of us go into that ring and destroy you limb from limb?
I'm not saying this because I care, I'm saying it so when the day comes we meet face to face in the ring, the words "I told you so" will give me an orgasm. Johnny, I am waiting. Bring all the resources in your bank account, bring it all. Let me convince you that nothing you can do will ever sway my fucking power to destroy you and your bitches of friends so I can be the new WCF Trios Champion forever!
Wade, Jared, Johnny. Let go. Don't carry on this fallen legacy. It's over and you know it too. You guys were amazing but evolution always wins. #BeachKrew cannot survive in these new conditions, my conditions. Dion, and CJ will evolve too defeat you all but I will stand over your fallen corpses holding the belts above my head. Completing the dream of Rebellution and the failed attempt the Family to ever be recognized as a reckoning force. This Sunday in Philadelphia, you will all realize how much #BeachKrew has turned on itself.
Because I'm free...
There are no strings on me.