Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 22, 2017 13:19:21 GMT -5
Andre...
Andre...
Andre...
Wake up bro!
His eyes shot open and Andre sat up off the dusty ground with the sunlight beams drowning him in the atmosphere. What was this place? He looked all around to see buildings covered in shining gold reflecting the sun's welcoming rays; They touched the clouds in the sky, and were everywhere. Andre got up from off the ground and rubbed his hands as he felt heavier than usual. He was dressed in dark armor representing that of a Black Phoenix. Covered from neck to toes with the metal being of ancient materials but glowing red all around. Andre couldn't believe this was happening, it couldn't be. The last person he was with was Wade Moor in the car so what the hell could have happened to put him such a beautiful Heaven? Is he dead? Did a car crash happened? All the worst case scenarios started popping up in his mind but his attention was captured when a women in a silver dressed with her black hair let down took his right arm with her soft hands.
Constance: Hello Andre. We've been waiting for you.
Andre Holmes: What? Wha-wh-wh-what's...what's going on? Where am I?
Constance: All will be revealed. Please, follow me.
She escorted him up a hill gently taking him by the right arm. Andre was hesistant at first but she seemed very nice and cordial for a man she never knew. Every step with that heavy black ancient armor left a crack in the ground, it seemed he didn't even know the strength of his blessed armor. Reaching the top of the hill, his hazel eyes saw what no man has ever gotten the chance to see. A beautiful city in gold, silver, bronze, different exotic colors approved by the sun's rays populated by thousands of worshipers for the Gods. Citizens carrying on their duties and living life peacefully. Could this be Egypt or Jerusalem? Somewhere different? He looked into the green eyes of Constance who smiled back with those pearly whites. Her long black hair dancing with the strong winds and they continued their journey down the hill to the concrete foundation of the city. As both were walking through the markets, the homes and other areas, all eyes turned to Andre with whispers swarming from ear to ear.
Andre Holmes: They're all looking at you.
Constance: No Andre. They're eyes feast on you for your arrival has been prophesied.
Andre Holmes: Where exactly is this? I don't know how I got here and I've never seen anything this beautiful in my life besides my family and children.
Constance: Agh. All shall be revealed at the kingdom. Please, we're almost there.
Both of them approached a high gate guarded by warriors holding spears in their left hand a black shield in his right. Constance waved her right hand commanding the guards to allow access which of course they do. The high gate slowly opened, creaking sounds heard as Andre stepped past the guards into the ravishing and beautiful fruitful garden of the kingdom. Constance held her arms tightly around his right arm as they walked together through the aisles of the garden, it was such an amazing site to witness. The atmosphere presented an aura of peace and tranquility; Andre thought how much a great place to raise his children and take care of his family. Away from the world of chaos and sorrow, peace in his time. Something every father wishes for for his own children even if it meant putting his own life at risk. He would do it in a heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: This can't be real. I must be dreaming. There's no way in Hell there could be such a place in my world.
Constance: This garden is only reserved for the wealthiest and high borns.
Andre Holmes: You don't allow the rest? That's a little unfair don't you think? All those people in the city struggling for food or even water and you're going to deny them a chance to have this experience?
Constance: It is the way of the King.
Andre Holmes: Who is the King?
Constance: Crazy J.
He stopped in his walk and removed his arm from her grasp. Constance turned around facing the man who would be hellbent on destroying Crazy J. Heavy breathing occurred from his nostrils and his hands balled into fists where the metal started creaking due to the pressure.
Andre Holmes: Crazy J is King, I don't want to be here anymore. Thank you for your hospitality but I don't need to be in his Kingdom playing kiss ass. I'm here to take the Hardcore Championship at Rise Up but also send him a message at the next upcoming Slam. So whatever the fuck your name is, thanks for being nice but I got somewhere to be. Training and preparing to take back MY WCF Hardcore Championship. Goodbye.
Constance stood there and said nothing as Andre spun around on his heels. He marched a few steps until he gets stopped in his tracks by the words spoken from her mouth.
Constance: He's afraid of you.
Andre Holmes: What?
Constance: The King, Crazy J. Leader of the Hardcore Division, self-titled "Greatest of all time". He's afraid of you, feared your return and your claim to your reign. He's always been afraid Andre, the fear grew the more he opened Pandora's box.
Andre turned around again and slowly approached Constance step by step. The swaying of his shoulders, every step was heavy and meaningful in the sense he wanted to destroy Crazy J even prematurely on Sunday Night Slam.
Andre Holmes: This is why you brought me here? You want me to end his reign for you, the people and everyone else who hate him. That's why you brought me here in this crazy ass getup because you want him gone from the WCF. You're tired of his reign and you're tired of his bullshit. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Constance: That is the truth. You have the power to make things right and you need to show Crazy J his future. Sunday Night Slam presents the perfect opportunity but he will have company.
Andre Holmes: Let me guess, more of the Zero Tolerance cunts who kisses his ass every time he strokes his ego. I can handle them on my own.
Constance: It's CJ Phoenix.
Andre Holmes: Motherfucker!
How many times was this man going to face CJ Phoenix? He bested on three different occassions and nearly ended his career in the Age of Ultron match. CJ Phoenix must be on the path of revenge after Andre Holmes nearly ruined his spine. A career threatening Powerbomb through a table wrapped with barbed wire. That should be more than enough to warn a man how dangerous Andre could be in a hardcore environment. The Age of Ultron match foretold of what he could do in such a small arena with limited items but what does one think when Andre has Crazy J in the Hardcore Title match with unlimited resources? The thought played in his mind over and over. Every scenario, every future, every possibility of breaking that gigantic ego of Zero Tolerance's best weapon would bring him joy more than anything currently in the WCF.
Andre sat down on a bench behind a row of different colored roses. He leaned forward and buried his hands into the warm black metal of his armored gloves. Constance also sat down and crossed her legs over while comforting Andre. Her hand on his cold shoulder and he just couldn't fathom the idea why CJ Phoenix kept coming back into his matches.
Andre Holmes: This is stupid. Fuckin' stupid. CJ shouldn't even exist, I killed him three times for the whole world to see and that motherfucker keeps coming back like a New York cockroach. What the hell man? Does CJ have anything else better to do rather than come back for more domestic abuse? I'm really starting to believe that this man has a knack for getting abused by his superior. Maybe he has a fetish for getting kicked in the ass over and over till' the point I have to bring in some weapons and break his flesh and bones with it. Come to think of it, that sounds like BDSM. Oh god, CJ Phoenix didn't choose to be a wrestler, he chose to be a BDSM fetish keeper.
Constance: ...I am lost. Wasn't CJ Phoenix a former champion in your world?
Andre Holmes: Yeah if you want to count replacing the United States Championship with the Alpha Championship then sure. He wasn't even a good champion at all. "Oh, I'm gonna hold the Alpha Championship to challenge the winner at One then lose it the next week." It's one thing to make a bold statement but you need to back it up when it counts most and trust me? He didn't back it up. He lost. CJ Phoenix is a great big loser with no chance of proving what he could be really worth. Nothing. He'll always be nothing and in my eyes, he will die. Sick and tired of being put in a match against that motherfucker, can someone put a gun to my head and just call it a day?
Minion: Here you go asshole.
His wish was their command. Constance got up from the bench quickly and took three steps back. Her green eyes widened and breathing intensifying as a gun was pushed against the right temple of Andre. He just sat there and looked at the soldiers of Crazy J dressed in complete black with their faces marked and painted like someone threw buckets of different paint on their face. Andre looked at Constance then back to the soldiers then back to Constance then back to the soldiers before looking at the gun then back to the soldiers then back to Constance then back to the soldiers. (Yes, fuck off).
Andre Holmes: Hey Constance.
Constance: I never told you my name.
Andre Holmes: I know, it says it on the tattoo of your right titty. Who are these guys?
Constance: Loyal servants of the inner circle of Zero Tolerance.
Andre Holmes: Okay so if we're in a medieval-ish time period then how the fuck did they bring a gun from my time to here?
Constance: Honestly...nobody understands how Zero Tolerance works so we just go with it.
Minion: Shut it bitch! You're coming with us to Crazy J. For far too long you have disrespected the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time. It's time you swallow your pride, kneel and renounce your claim on Zero Tolerance's Hardcore Championship. You understand me? I will shoot your brains you out, you ugly little disrespectful egotistical nigga.
He said it. The minion confidently said that word believing a gun pushed to Andre's head would provide protection more than the other two foolish henchman standing on both sides. Andre's eyes were frozen as that word kept repeating itself in his mind, every repeat was like the volume turned up to bang against his head. Echoes of the word were stronger and almost made his veins pop out.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Andre Holmes: ...#Relentless Mode.
The armor was fully activated and fully operational. The black coated helmet shaped of the head of a black Phoenix covered his entire head. Black wings sprouted from the back before spreading out behind him creating such powerful winds that threw the minions onto their backs extremely hard on the concrete. Their eyes looked at such a powerful adversary to the people. A relentless warrior coated in black ancient armor of the Gods, glowing red all over his body with red eyes nearly scorching their souls from the inside out. What was his weapon? Oh you shouldn't have asked. His right arm constructed a legendary and virtually indestructible blade that could cut through anything while his left arm revealed a gun capable of shooting high powered solar beams.
Andre Holmes: Oh yeah. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!! Now, which way is Crazy J's palace or kingdom? Whatever Zero Tolerance Headquarters they own?
Minion: We shall never talk!
Andre Holmes: Really? Alright, have it your way!
Andre...
Andre...
Wake up bro!
His eyes shot open and Andre sat up off the dusty ground with the sunlight beams drowning him in the atmosphere. What was this place? He looked all around to see buildings covered in shining gold reflecting the sun's welcoming rays; They touched the clouds in the sky, and were everywhere. Andre got up from off the ground and rubbed his hands as he felt heavier than usual. He was dressed in dark armor representing that of a Black Phoenix. Covered from neck to toes with the metal being of ancient materials but glowing red all around. Andre couldn't believe this was happening, it couldn't be. The last person he was with was Wade Moor in the car so what the hell could have happened to put him such a beautiful Heaven? Is he dead? Did a car crash happened? All the worst case scenarios started popping up in his mind but his attention was captured when a women in a silver dressed with her black hair let down took his right arm with her soft hands.
Constance: Hello Andre. We've been waiting for you.
Andre Holmes: What? Wha-wh-wh-what's...what's going on? Where am I?
Constance: All will be revealed. Please, follow me.
She escorted him up a hill gently taking him by the right arm. Andre was hesistant at first but she seemed very nice and cordial for a man she never knew. Every step with that heavy black ancient armor left a crack in the ground, it seemed he didn't even know the strength of his blessed armor. Reaching the top of the hill, his hazel eyes saw what no man has ever gotten the chance to see. A beautiful city in gold, silver, bronze, different exotic colors approved by the sun's rays populated by thousands of worshipers for the Gods. Citizens carrying on their duties and living life peacefully. Could this be Egypt or Jerusalem? Somewhere different? He looked into the green eyes of Constance who smiled back with those pearly whites. Her long black hair dancing with the strong winds and they continued their journey down the hill to the concrete foundation of the city. As both were walking through the markets, the homes and other areas, all eyes turned to Andre with whispers swarming from ear to ear.
Andre Holmes: They're all looking at you.
Constance: No Andre. They're eyes feast on you for your arrival has been prophesied.
Andre Holmes: Where exactly is this? I don't know how I got here and I've never seen anything this beautiful in my life besides my family and children.
Constance: Agh. All shall be revealed at the kingdom. Please, we're almost there.
Both of them approached a high gate guarded by warriors holding spears in their left hand a black shield in his right. Constance waved her right hand commanding the guards to allow access which of course they do. The high gate slowly opened, creaking sounds heard as Andre stepped past the guards into the ravishing and beautiful fruitful garden of the kingdom. Constance held her arms tightly around his right arm as they walked together through the aisles of the garden, it was such an amazing site to witness. The atmosphere presented an aura of peace and tranquility; Andre thought how much a great place to raise his children and take care of his family. Away from the world of chaos and sorrow, peace in his time. Something every father wishes for for his own children even if it meant putting his own life at risk. He would do it in a heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: This can't be real. I must be dreaming. There's no way in Hell there could be such a place in my world.
Constance: This garden is only reserved for the wealthiest and high borns.
Andre Holmes: You don't allow the rest? That's a little unfair don't you think? All those people in the city struggling for food or even water and you're going to deny them a chance to have this experience?
Constance: It is the way of the King.
Andre Holmes: Who is the King?
Constance: Crazy J.
He stopped in his walk and removed his arm from her grasp. Constance turned around facing the man who would be hellbent on destroying Crazy J. Heavy breathing occurred from his nostrils and his hands balled into fists where the metal started creaking due to the pressure.
Andre Holmes: Crazy J is King, I don't want to be here anymore. Thank you for your hospitality but I don't need to be in his Kingdom playing kiss ass. I'm here to take the Hardcore Championship at Rise Up but also send him a message at the next upcoming Slam. So whatever the fuck your name is, thanks for being nice but I got somewhere to be. Training and preparing to take back MY WCF Hardcore Championship. Goodbye.
Constance stood there and said nothing as Andre spun around on his heels. He marched a few steps until he gets stopped in his tracks by the words spoken from her mouth.
Constance: He's afraid of you.
Andre Holmes: What?
Constance: The King, Crazy J. Leader of the Hardcore Division, self-titled "Greatest of all time". He's afraid of you, feared your return and your claim to your reign. He's always been afraid Andre, the fear grew the more he opened Pandora's box.
Andre turned around again and slowly approached Constance step by step. The swaying of his shoulders, every step was heavy and meaningful in the sense he wanted to destroy Crazy J even prematurely on Sunday Night Slam.
Andre Holmes: This is why you brought me here? You want me to end his reign for you, the people and everyone else who hate him. That's why you brought me here in this crazy ass getup because you want him gone from the WCF. You're tired of his reign and you're tired of his bullshit. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Constance: That is the truth. You have the power to make things right and you need to show Crazy J his future. Sunday Night Slam presents the perfect opportunity but he will have company.
Andre Holmes: Let me guess, more of the Zero Tolerance cunts who kisses his ass every time he strokes his ego. I can handle them on my own.
Constance: It's CJ Phoenix.
Andre Holmes: Motherfucker!
How many times was this man going to face CJ Phoenix? He bested on three different occassions and nearly ended his career in the Age of Ultron match. CJ Phoenix must be on the path of revenge after Andre Holmes nearly ruined his spine. A career threatening Powerbomb through a table wrapped with barbed wire. That should be more than enough to warn a man how dangerous Andre could be in a hardcore environment. The Age of Ultron match foretold of what he could do in such a small arena with limited items but what does one think when Andre has Crazy J in the Hardcore Title match with unlimited resources? The thought played in his mind over and over. Every scenario, every future, every possibility of breaking that gigantic ego of Zero Tolerance's best weapon would bring him joy more than anything currently in the WCF.
Andre sat down on a bench behind a row of different colored roses. He leaned forward and buried his hands into the warm black metal of his armored gloves. Constance also sat down and crossed her legs over while comforting Andre. Her hand on his cold shoulder and he just couldn't fathom the idea why CJ Phoenix kept coming back into his matches.
Andre Holmes: This is stupid. Fuckin' stupid. CJ shouldn't even exist, I killed him three times for the whole world to see and that motherfucker keeps coming back like a New York cockroach. What the hell man? Does CJ have anything else better to do rather than come back for more domestic abuse? I'm really starting to believe that this man has a knack for getting abused by his superior. Maybe he has a fetish for getting kicked in the ass over and over till' the point I have to bring in some weapons and break his flesh and bones with it. Come to think of it, that sounds like BDSM. Oh god, CJ Phoenix didn't choose to be a wrestler, he chose to be a BDSM fetish keeper.
Constance: ...I am lost. Wasn't CJ Phoenix a former champion in your world?
Andre Holmes: Yeah if you want to count replacing the United States Championship with the Alpha Championship then sure. He wasn't even a good champion at all. "Oh, I'm gonna hold the Alpha Championship to challenge the winner at One then lose it the next week." It's one thing to make a bold statement but you need to back it up when it counts most and trust me? He didn't back it up. He lost. CJ Phoenix is a great big loser with no chance of proving what he could be really worth. Nothing. He'll always be nothing and in my eyes, he will die. Sick and tired of being put in a match against that motherfucker, can someone put a gun to my head and just call it a day?
Minion: Here you go asshole.
His wish was their command. Constance got up from the bench quickly and took three steps back. Her green eyes widened and breathing intensifying as a gun was pushed against the right temple of Andre. He just sat there and looked at the soldiers of Crazy J dressed in complete black with their faces marked and painted like someone threw buckets of different paint on their face. Andre looked at Constance then back to the soldiers then back to Constance then back to the soldiers before looking at the gun then back to the soldiers then back to Constance then back to the soldiers. (Yes, fuck off).
Andre Holmes: Hey Constance.
Constance: I never told you my name.
Andre Holmes: I know, it says it on the tattoo of your right titty. Who are these guys?
Constance: Loyal servants of the inner circle of Zero Tolerance.
Andre Holmes: Okay so if we're in a medieval-ish time period then how the fuck did they bring a gun from my time to here?
Constance: Honestly...nobody understands how Zero Tolerance works so we just go with it.
Minion: Shut it bitch! You're coming with us to Crazy J. For far too long you have disrespected the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time. It's time you swallow your pride, kneel and renounce your claim on Zero Tolerance's Hardcore Championship. You understand me? I will shoot your brains you out, you ugly little disrespectful egotistical nigga.
He said it. The minion confidently said that word believing a gun pushed to Andre's head would provide protection more than the other two foolish henchman standing on both sides. Andre's eyes were frozen as that word kept repeating itself in his mind, every repeat was like the volume turned up to bang against his head. Echoes of the word were stronger and almost made his veins pop out.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Nigga.
Andre Holmes: ...#Relentless Mode.
The armor was fully activated and fully operational. The black coated helmet shaped of the head of a black Phoenix covered his entire head. Black wings sprouted from the back before spreading out behind him creating such powerful winds that threw the minions onto their backs extremely hard on the concrete. Their eyes looked at such a powerful adversary to the people. A relentless warrior coated in black ancient armor of the Gods, glowing red all over his body with red eyes nearly scorching their souls from the inside out. What was his weapon? Oh you shouldn't have asked. His right arm constructed a legendary and virtually indestructible blade that could cut through anything while his left arm revealed a gun capable of shooting high powered solar beams.
Andre Holmes: Oh yeah. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!! Now, which way is Crazy J's palace or kingdom? Whatever Zero Tolerance Headquarters they own?
Minion: We shall never talk!
Andre Holmes: Really? Alright, have it your way!
Andre Holmes: Is that a cellphone?
Minion: Ugh...no?
Andre Holmes: Give me this!
He ripped his hand into the minion's pocket and not only took his phone but also a chunk of skin from the right thigh on his leg. The minion fell to the ground covering that large flesh wound, blood squirting out like a hose at full PSI. The other minions didn't move, they didn't risk getting shot point blank in the face but Andre accepted the call and held the smartphone up to the right side of his helmet.
Andre Holmes: Hello? Who is this? What you want? The fuck you mean who am I? I'm Andre Holmes bitch, who are you? Oh. You're the commander. Okay, let me tell you this. Tell Crazy J I am coming for my Hardcore Championship at Rise Up but I'm also coming to knock his ass down a few pegs at the upcoming Slam. That motherfucker YOU WORK FOR keeps running his mouth that he could beat me when we both know I can drop his ass in a matter of seconds. I'm going to do the same thing to CJ Phoenix in front of him then do it to him so I can get at least a taste of fear running through his veins.
Minion: Ow! MY LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir! I am trying to have a conversation on the phone!
Minion: YOU FUCKIN' RUINED MY LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir! I am politely asking you to please be quiet. It is very hard to have a conversation on the phone especially when you're on a limited data plan for Verizon!
Minion: YOU SHOT MY FUCKING LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir...this is the last time I am going to ask you to be quiet.
Minion: YOU SHOT MY-
Boom! A giant hole was left in the minion's head with the remaining flesh and bone sizzling from the scorching heat of the solar blast fired from his blaster. The body fell forward onto the concrete with blood gurgling from such high temperatures. The other two minions were shitting their paints, pissing themselves and shaking after what they just witnessed. Constance sat down on the bench again filing her nails while Andre resumed the call.
Andre Holmes: Sorry about that. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, tell your King, I'm coming for my belt. Bye.
He tossed the phone over his shoulder and it smashed into pieces on the ground. Constance stood up after filing her nails and stood beside Andre as the other two minions awaited their doom.
Constance: What about them?
Andre Holmes: What about them? They weren't rude, I think they deserve to live.
Constance: That's awfully merciful coming from you. A change of heart?
Andre Holmes: Hmm...nah. I just need to tell me where the HQ is.
Bitch Minion: Two miles east by the coast of the sea! Please, let us live! I don't even like working for Crazy J, the guy is an asshole and he doesn't pay us!
Andre Holmes: Well, I guess you could live if you can answer this question. Who is the real Hardcore Champion?
Bitch Minion: Ugh...you ar-
Andre swung his right arm and decapitated his head. The blade slicing through the neck like knife cutting through butter. The other minion got up and started running back to the entrance until a giant hole burning his flesh from the inside out forced him onto the ground dead. All three minions of Crazy J were slaughtered like cattle at the expense of Andre's satisfaction to waste incompetent fools. Constance on the other hand gave him a stern look and had her hands on her waist while Andre shrugged what he just did off.
Constance: Was that really necessary?
Andre Holmes: He hesitated. If you know the answer, the truth, you don't hesitate hence he never believed I am the rightful Hardcore Champion. Either way, they're dead and we need to get a move on. They said the HQ is two miles east by the coast of the sea, I figure we can get there in less than five minutes. Do you like to fly Constance?
Constance: No.
Andre Holmes: ...You're a real bitch. You're just like my ex-wife.
Constance: Thanks...I guess?
Andre Holmes: Whatever. Time is wasting and wasting time is like wasting nuts on a bitch face when you want to bust inside. Give me your arm.
Constance: Okay...wait...no!
He took her by her right arm and hoisted her up over his shoulder. A great flap of his giant black feathered wings and he took off up to the skyrim. Flying at great speeds, Constance held her arms tightly around his neck as Andre was scanning the horizon. Within three minutes, three large towers joined together appeared shining brightly in gold and silver thanks the sun's rays lighting them up. He landed down by the shores of the sea, his feet embedded in the soft warm sands near the headquarters. Constance releases herself from his grasp and needed time to relax, almost vomiting from the rough journey. She pointed her finger as a gesture for Andre to give her a few seconds while he was busy analyzing the structure of ZT's establishment. Andre was never impressed, he was annoyed. These assholes have all the money in the world and they choose to be above the rest instead of helping society. Exactly the kind of people Andre hated the most. Zero Tolerance who earns a monthly salary of millions and they can't spare a single dollar on rebuilding the slums of the earth, donating to schools, helping the poor. He wasn't only going to take the WCF Hardcore Championship but everything from Crazy J. He wanted Crazy J to die.
Constance: Never again.
Andre Holmes: Right. Don't know if you have a way inside.
Constance: No but I know someone who can. A friend of ours who will join you.
Andre Holmes: Who?
She nodded to the sea and the water's currents were all still. Andre turned around after hearing something rumbling within the deep waters, the waves becoming more violent. A whirlpool erupting into a large explosion with a figure emerging from out of that portal and riding the waves like Jesus stepping on water. He was coated in such astral armor of the water hardening to be a fine piece of armor around his body and he stood on the shores. That long beard, tied hairlocks and wicked smile. Blue shining eyes meeting the red glowing eyes of Andre, he couldn't believe it. Wade Moor, the Broseidon God, was his partner for Sunday Night Slam. Their battles shall be foretold in the history books, Andre and Wade, side by side in the slaughtering age of Crazy J and CJ Phoenix.
Wade Moor: Hello Holmes.
Andre Holmes: Hello Moor.
Wade Moor: You got fat.
Andre Holmes: You got skinny. Salads, asshole?
Wade Moor: What about you? McDonalds?
Face to face. The insults were not enough for these two to kill each other. Andre's fists were boiling to punch him in the face while Wade nodded his head to toy him on.
Andre Holmes: My nigga!
Wade Moor: #Fuccboi Killa!
The two hugged each other, patted backs and smiled. Pretty cool to see these entities coming together after such great history. The real mission was killing Crazy J and ending his pathetic reign as Hardcore Champion. Constance stood at their side wondering what the hell they were talking about until she butted in having enough of their bromance.
Constance: Okay! Can we get a move on? I have to do my hair soon and I'm-
Wade punched his fist through her chest and she leaned into him with blood running from her mouth. He removed his arm from the hole in her chest and she fell onto the sands bleeding out. Andre looked at Wade confused but rolled his eyes.
Wade Moor: Double agent.
Andre Holmes: She was working for Zero Tolerance?
Wade Moor: Yes my child. She was and you need to stop falling for every girl you see. That's your problem nowadays, if a pretty girl came to you with her tits out, you'd smash in a heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: Can we get on to the HQ?
Wade Moor: Right. My #fuccboi senses are tingling. The top of the middle tower should be Crazy J's hide out. I'm gonna kill a mothafucka' and put his head on my wall. Fuggin' piece of shit.
Andre Holmes: Alright. Leggo!
Andre flapped his wings again and took off into the sky while Wade transported carrying the giant waves of the sea. Both men powered through the air and waves to make it all the way to the top of the tower, barging through the large metal doors into J's domain. The room was completely empty, no sign of the king and the WCF Hardcore Championship was gone. Andre and Wade stood together in the center of this large dome for his chambers staring at the portraits of Zero Tolerance and also his scribes of his greatest achievements. It didn't make any sense how a man with so little of talent could attain such great wealth without providing any actual evidence of his lifestyle. Wade walked around investigating different furnitures, books, journals, whatever he could get his hands on.
Andre Holmes: Just like Crazy J. Fucking runs when he knows he's about to lose. I swear to God, Wade...
Wade Moor: Okay one. Stop swearing to me. Two, #Fuccbois always run when they face obliteration. Fortunately, I found his laptop with some evidence we could use to destroy him.
Andre Holmes: Well play it. Let's see what he has- is that a youtube link? Click it, click it!
Minion: Ugh...no?
Andre Holmes: Give me this!
He ripped his hand into the minion's pocket and not only took his phone but also a chunk of skin from the right thigh on his leg. The minion fell to the ground covering that large flesh wound, blood squirting out like a hose at full PSI. The other minions didn't move, they didn't risk getting shot point blank in the face but Andre accepted the call and held the smartphone up to the right side of his helmet.
Andre Holmes: Hello? Who is this? What you want? The fuck you mean who am I? I'm Andre Holmes bitch, who are you? Oh. You're the commander. Okay, let me tell you this. Tell Crazy J I am coming for my Hardcore Championship at Rise Up but I'm also coming to knock his ass down a few pegs at the upcoming Slam. That motherfucker YOU WORK FOR keeps running his mouth that he could beat me when we both know I can drop his ass in a matter of seconds. I'm going to do the same thing to CJ Phoenix in front of him then do it to him so I can get at least a taste of fear running through his veins.
Minion: Ow! MY LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir! I am trying to have a conversation on the phone!
Minion: YOU FUCKIN' RUINED MY LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir! I am politely asking you to please be quiet. It is very hard to have a conversation on the phone especially when you're on a limited data plan for Verizon!
Minion: YOU SHOT MY FUCKING LEG!
Andre Holmes: Sir...this is the last time I am going to ask you to be quiet.
Minion: YOU SHOT MY-
Boom! A giant hole was left in the minion's head with the remaining flesh and bone sizzling from the scorching heat of the solar blast fired from his blaster. The body fell forward onto the concrete with blood gurgling from such high temperatures. The other two minions were shitting their paints, pissing themselves and shaking after what they just witnessed. Constance sat down on the bench again filing her nails while Andre resumed the call.
Andre Holmes: Sorry about that. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, tell your King, I'm coming for my belt. Bye.
He tossed the phone over his shoulder and it smashed into pieces on the ground. Constance stood up after filing her nails and stood beside Andre as the other two minions awaited their doom.
Constance: What about them?
Andre Holmes: What about them? They weren't rude, I think they deserve to live.
Constance: That's awfully merciful coming from you. A change of heart?
Andre Holmes: Hmm...nah. I just need to tell me where the HQ is.
Bitch Minion: Two miles east by the coast of the sea! Please, let us live! I don't even like working for Crazy J, the guy is an asshole and he doesn't pay us!
Andre Holmes: Well, I guess you could live if you can answer this question. Who is the real Hardcore Champion?
Bitch Minion: Ugh...you ar-
Andre swung his right arm and decapitated his head. The blade slicing through the neck like knife cutting through butter. The other minion got up and started running back to the entrance until a giant hole burning his flesh from the inside out forced him onto the ground dead. All three minions of Crazy J were slaughtered like cattle at the expense of Andre's satisfaction to waste incompetent fools. Constance on the other hand gave him a stern look and had her hands on her waist while Andre shrugged what he just did off.
Constance: Was that really necessary?
Andre Holmes: He hesitated. If you know the answer, the truth, you don't hesitate hence he never believed I am the rightful Hardcore Champion. Either way, they're dead and we need to get a move on. They said the HQ is two miles east by the coast of the sea, I figure we can get there in less than five minutes. Do you like to fly Constance?
Constance: No.
Andre Holmes: ...You're a real bitch. You're just like my ex-wife.
Constance: Thanks...I guess?
Andre Holmes: Whatever. Time is wasting and wasting time is like wasting nuts on a bitch face when you want to bust inside. Give me your arm.
Constance: Okay...wait...no!
He took her by her right arm and hoisted her up over his shoulder. A great flap of his giant black feathered wings and he took off up to the skyrim. Flying at great speeds, Constance held her arms tightly around his neck as Andre was scanning the horizon. Within three minutes, three large towers joined together appeared shining brightly in gold and silver thanks the sun's rays lighting them up. He landed down by the shores of the sea, his feet embedded in the soft warm sands near the headquarters. Constance releases herself from his grasp and needed time to relax, almost vomiting from the rough journey. She pointed her finger as a gesture for Andre to give her a few seconds while he was busy analyzing the structure of ZT's establishment. Andre was never impressed, he was annoyed. These assholes have all the money in the world and they choose to be above the rest instead of helping society. Exactly the kind of people Andre hated the most. Zero Tolerance who earns a monthly salary of millions and they can't spare a single dollar on rebuilding the slums of the earth, donating to schools, helping the poor. He wasn't only going to take the WCF Hardcore Championship but everything from Crazy J. He wanted Crazy J to die.
Constance: Never again.
Andre Holmes: Right. Don't know if you have a way inside.
Constance: No but I know someone who can. A friend of ours who will join you.
Andre Holmes: Who?
She nodded to the sea and the water's currents were all still. Andre turned around after hearing something rumbling within the deep waters, the waves becoming more violent. A whirlpool erupting into a large explosion with a figure emerging from out of that portal and riding the waves like Jesus stepping on water. He was coated in such astral armor of the water hardening to be a fine piece of armor around his body and he stood on the shores. That long beard, tied hairlocks and wicked smile. Blue shining eyes meeting the red glowing eyes of Andre, he couldn't believe it. Wade Moor, the Broseidon God, was his partner for Sunday Night Slam. Their battles shall be foretold in the history books, Andre and Wade, side by side in the slaughtering age of Crazy J and CJ Phoenix.
Wade Moor: Hello Holmes.
Andre Holmes: Hello Moor.
Wade Moor: You got fat.
Andre Holmes: You got skinny. Salads, asshole?
Wade Moor: What about you? McDonalds?
Face to face. The insults were not enough for these two to kill each other. Andre's fists were boiling to punch him in the face while Wade nodded his head to toy him on.
Andre Holmes: My nigga!
Wade Moor: #Fuccboi Killa!
The two hugged each other, patted backs and smiled. Pretty cool to see these entities coming together after such great history. The real mission was killing Crazy J and ending his pathetic reign as Hardcore Champion. Constance stood at their side wondering what the hell they were talking about until she butted in having enough of their bromance.
Constance: Okay! Can we get a move on? I have to do my hair soon and I'm-
Wade punched his fist through her chest and she leaned into him with blood running from her mouth. He removed his arm from the hole in her chest and she fell onto the sands bleeding out. Andre looked at Wade confused but rolled his eyes.
Wade Moor: Double agent.
Andre Holmes: She was working for Zero Tolerance?
Wade Moor: Yes my child. She was and you need to stop falling for every girl you see. That's your problem nowadays, if a pretty girl came to you with her tits out, you'd smash in a heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: Can we get on to the HQ?
Wade Moor: Right. My #fuccboi senses are tingling. The top of the middle tower should be Crazy J's hide out. I'm gonna kill a mothafucka' and put his head on my wall. Fuggin' piece of shit.
Andre Holmes: Alright. Leggo!
Andre flapped his wings again and took off into the sky while Wade transported carrying the giant waves of the sea. Both men powered through the air and waves to make it all the way to the top of the tower, barging through the large metal doors into J's domain. The room was completely empty, no sign of the king and the WCF Hardcore Championship was gone. Andre and Wade stood together in the center of this large dome for his chambers staring at the portraits of Zero Tolerance and also his scribes of his greatest achievements. It didn't make any sense how a man with so little of talent could attain such great wealth without providing any actual evidence of his lifestyle. Wade walked around investigating different furnitures, books, journals, whatever he could get his hands on.
Andre Holmes: Just like Crazy J. Fucking runs when he knows he's about to lose. I swear to God, Wade...
Wade Moor: Okay one. Stop swearing to me. Two, #Fuccbois always run when they face obliteration. Fortunately, I found his laptop with some evidence we could use to destroy him.
Andre Holmes: Well play it. Let's see what he has- is that a youtube link? Click it, click it!
The two looked at each other then back to the laptop. Wade smashed it on the floor and waved his hand to focus on all the water running through the pipes of the building. Andre raised his left arm powering up that solar blaster to eradicate the rest of the towers when standing on the balcony. The two men were really dead set on destroying everything that Zero Tolerance worked for. Wade took the WCF Trios Championship from Zero Tolerance at One but Andre wants to take the last piece of gold they have in their possession. WCF Hardcore Championship is the only thing that is keeping their name alive and for Crazy J to boast about it only pushes them both even more to destroy everything they ever worked for in their lives.
Wade Moor: You know what is a funny thing about Playing God? You always believe you have power until someone takes it away.
Andre Holmes: He's no God. He's a little bitch thinkin' he's a big shit in the sand box all because he holds what belongs to me. We're going to send a message to him this Sunday Wade that he fucked himself but also we're going to destroy everything. DESTROY IT ALL!
Andre started blasting everything around him and Wade manipulated the water to ravage the interior. All those words kept repeating in his mind.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up Andre!
His eyes finally opened and Andre sat up in the passenger seat of the truck. Wade and a few of his friends managed to save Andre who went under a psychological trip from the drugs. He looked around and rubbed his head while Wade leaned back in the driver's seat of the truck after arriving to the arena.
Wade Moor: Yeah.
Andre Holmes: Did I just trip balls?
Wade Moor: Yeah boi. You were gone.
Andre Holmes: Huh..
Wade Moor: Wanna do it again?
Andre Holmes: FUCK YEAH!
Wade Moor: You know what is a funny thing about Playing God? You always believe you have power until someone takes it away.
Andre Holmes: He's no God. He's a little bitch thinkin' he's a big shit in the sand box all because he holds what belongs to me. We're going to send a message to him this Sunday Wade that he fucked himself but also we're going to destroy everything. DESTROY IT ALL!
Andre started blasting everything around him and Wade manipulated the water to ravage the interior. All those words kept repeating in his mind.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up Andre!
His eyes finally opened and Andre sat up in the passenger seat of the truck. Wade and a few of his friends managed to save Andre who went under a psychological trip from the drugs. He looked around and rubbed his head while Wade leaned back in the driver's seat of the truck after arriving to the arena.
Wade Moor: Yeah.
Andre Holmes: Did I just trip balls?
Wade Moor: Yeah boi. You were gone.
Andre Holmes: Huh..
Wade Moor: Wanna do it again?
Andre Holmes: FUCK YEAH!