Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 23, 2017 23:24:54 GMT -5
"Andre Holmes has made his return to the WCF with his eyes set on reclaiming his Hardcore Championship. The question is can Andre Holmes actually repeat his success knowing that Crazy J has been a dominant champion representing Zero Tolerance? At Rise Up, these two men will go at war silencing all the critics, all the rumors, everything. Andre Holmes vs Crazy J for the WCF Hardcore Championship is seven days away."
However for Crazy J, it will be an eternity of Hell.
Hear me Crazy J. I have done it before.
However for Crazy J, it will be an eternity of Hell.
Hear me Crazy J. I have done it before.
Freddy Whoa: ANDRE HOLMES IS YOUR NEW WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION!
I will do it again.
Zach Davis: ANDRE HOLMES HAS RETURNED AND WANTS HIS REMATCH FOR THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!
Nothing is going to stop me.
I've been screwed over by the hands of Seth Lerch weeks after I won my WCF Hardcore Championship belt at the hands of an eight man warfare which my body still has the scars up to this very day. Names that will go down in WCF history, names that will overshine Zero Tolerance and shadow all the pathetic accomplishments you like to brag about outside of the WCF. Those name are embedded in my scars thanks to the performance of a life time I had to exert in that match that solidified my spot in the company. Just under five months did I become a double reigning champion of holding the WCF Hardcore and Tag Team Championships while also defeating the very best in this business. I've done it all outside of this company but that Hardcore Championship mean't something more to me than it could ever do for you Crazy J. I've fought for the belt on countless occassions, and I've won the belt when I destroyed seven other competitors in that match. Look up the archives and you will see how dangerous I am.
Andre Holmes appears under a bright light highlighting his muscular figure. The sweat dripping down his chocolate skin on his face as he leans forward with his hands interlocking together covered by that XL Black MMA gloves. Hazel eyes piercing into the camera lens with that hoodie covering the top of his head and dressed in that black pants and sneakers. One can feel the intensity when he stares into that lens as if he's directly talking into the soul of Crazy J. For so long has he waited for this opportunity to have a one on one conversation with the man who walks around struttin' his stuff with the belt Andre never lost in a match. At Rise Up, it wasn't going to be a match where someone rises. It's going to be a match where someone is dragged down to Hell. Andre is going to walk into Rise Up and beat Crazy J so bad that Zero Tolerance can't cover his hospital expenses even with their supposedly monthly salary of millions. This isn't a Hardcore match, it's a death sentence. Crazy J signed his name.
Tell me what it's like Crazy J to hold a belt that you know it doesn't belong to you. I never lost that belt in a match but yet you want to deny me the opportunity to present my case. Let's start from the beginning. I came into the WCF with two goals in my mind. 1) To be WCF World Champion, 2) To regain what we stolen from me. Seth Lerch drunkenly fired me from this company without giving me a chance to prove that I am the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion of all time so when I was back in my home in Houston wondering what to do, that big "IF" was eating me alive. I had to sit down on my couch constantly wondering on my mind what would happen IF Seth never created the Mexico incident in the first place. How much of a fighting champion would I be at the time and would Andre Holmes be the longest reigning Hardcore Champion even surpassing the Hall of Famer, Torture himself?
He took that if and rubbed it in my face so what did I do?
I came back with the intention of putting my foot to his throat and DEMANDING a rematch for a belt I never lost.
The fuckin' audacity of you to walk into that ring and raise a belt with my name on it. My tears, my sweat, my blood and the legendary heritage of all the greatests of the greats who put everything in their lives to just even have a small reign of it. You're not Hardcore, you're hard shit. You speak about this championship title like it's nothing in your supposed "2000 Hardcore title reigns" and you treat the belt like it's just another trinket for you to hold in your satchel. THAT Hardcore Championship is the first ever Hardcore title I ever won in my career hence why I am treating this belt like it's the World Championship. It was my first singles championship in the WCF and it's what gotten my name across the entire land of the WCF environment.
You do not know what it's like to work hard for something because even Zero Tolerance is fortunate enough to earn millions on a monthly basis. You know what's funny Crazy J? You brag about how you're undefeated in singles competition, you're the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time but the only thing hardcore about is how many times you put your mascara on and still fuck up on make up tutorial videos on youtube! Tell me Crazy J, do you feel the winds of change blowing through your mansion? It's not from natural weather, it's the fear burying deep inside your soul knowing that the end is nigh. It's the strength of God weighing his fate down on your skull and I am going to beseech his word and take you out of this company for fuckin' good!
This is only the beginning.
You. will. die.
Andre Holmes appears under a bright light highlighting his muscular figure. The sweat dripping down his chocolate skin on his face as he leans forward with his hands interlocking together covered by that XL Black MMA gloves. Hazel eyes piercing into the camera lens with that hoodie covering the top of his head and dressed in that black pants and sneakers. One can feel the intensity when he stares into that lens as if he's directly talking into the soul of Crazy J. For so long has he waited for this opportunity to have a one on one conversation with the man who walks around struttin' his stuff with the belt Andre never lost in a match. At Rise Up, it wasn't going to be a match where someone rises. It's going to be a match where someone is dragged down to Hell. Andre is going to walk into Rise Up and beat Crazy J so bad that Zero Tolerance can't cover his hospital expenses even with their supposedly monthly salary of millions. This isn't a Hardcore match, it's a death sentence. Crazy J signed his name.
Tell me what it's like Crazy J to hold a belt that you know it doesn't belong to you. I never lost that belt in a match but yet you want to deny me the opportunity to present my case. Let's start from the beginning. I came into the WCF with two goals in my mind. 1) To be WCF World Champion, 2) To regain what we stolen from me. Seth Lerch drunkenly fired me from this company without giving me a chance to prove that I am the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion of all time so when I was back in my home in Houston wondering what to do, that big "IF" was eating me alive. I had to sit down on my couch constantly wondering on my mind what would happen IF Seth never created the Mexico incident in the first place. How much of a fighting champion would I be at the time and would Andre Holmes be the longest reigning Hardcore Champion even surpassing the Hall of Famer, Torture himself?
He took that if and rubbed it in my face so what did I do?
I came back with the intention of putting my foot to his throat and DEMANDING a rematch for a belt I never lost.
The fuckin' audacity of you to walk into that ring and raise a belt with my name on it. My tears, my sweat, my blood and the legendary heritage of all the greatests of the greats who put everything in their lives to just even have a small reign of it. You're not Hardcore, you're hard shit. You speak about this championship title like it's nothing in your supposed "2000 Hardcore title reigns" and you treat the belt like it's just another trinket for you to hold in your satchel. THAT Hardcore Championship is the first ever Hardcore title I ever won in my career hence why I am treating this belt like it's the World Championship. It was my first singles championship in the WCF and it's what gotten my name across the entire land of the WCF environment.
You do not know what it's like to work hard for something because even Zero Tolerance is fortunate enough to earn millions on a monthly basis. You know what's funny Crazy J? You brag about how you're undefeated in singles competition, you're the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time but the only thing hardcore about is how many times you put your mascara on and still fuck up on make up tutorial videos on youtube! Tell me Crazy J, do you feel the winds of change blowing through your mansion? It's not from natural weather, it's the fear burying deep inside your soul knowing that the end is nigh. It's the strength of God weighing his fate down on your skull and I am going to beseech his word and take you out of this company for fuckin' good!
This is only the beginning.
You. will. die.
UNFAITHFUL.
Poetry was set in motion the moment the card was released. Andre checked his phone at the Double Hill Tree hotel in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Andre was on his back lying against the comfortable blue sheets on his queen sized bed int he hotel room suite. It couldn't even be any better than this. For so long Crazy J has been campaigning that Andre Holmes needed to prove himself but if one checked the Age of Ultron match, Andre Holmes dominated every living competitor in that match. Showing more Hardcore versatility than Crazy J ever did, hell Andre even suffered Deathmatches and more crazy gimmick matches in his thirteen years of Pro Wrestling more than Crazy J. His accomplishments, his skills, everything outweighed Crazy J. The equivalence of setting a bull in front of a frog, there was no possibility that Crazy J could even escape this match unharmed let alone walk out still the WCF Hardcore Champion.
Andre sat up on the bed rubbing his right tattooed arm of his favourite song lyrics across the forearm. He was dressed in a white T shirt with black shorts on and black socks on to get that feel of a comfortable sleep. It was almost five minutes past midnight and Andre got up from the bed to open the glass doors to step out on the balcony. He was booked on the fourth floor and the view of Philadelphia was more beautiful than ever. The man made stars projected by the traffic lights and the lights of the building almost shined brighter than the stars in the skies. Andre leaned his head back and closed his eyes to feel that soft gentle wind brushing across his cheeks then opened them slowly to view the moon staring right back down at him.
His phone started vibrating in his left pocket and Andre buried his hand to retrieve it. On the screen a picture of Kaitlyn signalled she was calling at the time and he pressed his right thumb against the screen to answer the call. With the phone pressed against his right ear, Andre leaned back against the railing and even caressed his ribs with his right arm. It was always good to hear her voice, his love for Kaitlyn could never be denied especially when she is almost at labor for his twins to be delivered. Andre was preparing for another great day in the week: he was going to be a father of not only two daughters but two twin baby boys.
Andre Holmes: Hey. How are you babe?
Kaitlyn Curran: Hey babe. You're coming home tomorrow night right before your big title match this Sunday? I already started having contractions and it hurt like hell. You better be here for the labor or else I will kick your scrawny little midget ass into yesterday and win that Hardcore Championship for your sons. Promise me you will okay?
Andre Holmes: Of course, there's something I have to tell you. You're not going to like it but I promised I wouldn't hold any more secrets from you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Oh god, what is it now?
Andre Holmes: I saw my ex-wife again at Pei Wei. Yeah, Samantha. She's pregnant but I don't think I'm the father. I'm trying to figure out what to do because I don't know if she's lying on me or maybe she really is. If she is then I have to really win this match to get a better bonus and provide for all of the children, please don't be mad at me. Let me figure this out first then get back to you. I promise I will not let her ruin what we have worked so hard to build.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...why? Why is this happening? Why do you keep doing this to me? You have two daughters and two sons on the way. Stop getting involved with her and focus on us dammit! Stop fucking going back to her, you're a grown man and a grown father. Make the right decision and make the right choice! Okay?! Please make sure she doesn't come between us again and you better take care of this because I refuse to take care of her anymore!
Andre sighed and buried his forehead into his hand. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers while listening to the ranting of Kaitlyn. To be honest, he felt like she deserves to dog him up. When he slept with his ex-wife in Chicago, he knew that the baby could be his unless she's been really lying and sleeping around with someone else he doesn't know about. This is the bullshit that happens on a regular basis with Andre Holmes. It's always the women in his life causing the most issues to deal with. Katherine Phoenix, Erin Fausse, Samantha Pryor and the rest will keep coming. No matter how hard he tries, it's always the evil bitches lurking around to take away what he desires most: his family.
Andre Holmes: I'll fix this. Trust me please. I know what I'm doing and I'll come home tomorrow. Just be tight and tell my daughters I love them. Daddy's coming home. I love you so much Kaitlyn, you know that right?
Kaitlyn Curran: I know and I love you too. Don't let me down, we're rooting for you and we'll be there to support you all the way. Goodbye.
Andre Holmes: Bye my love.
He hanged up the call right there and placed the phone down on the beautifully designed round table on the balcony. Andre switched around to lean forward against the barricade while looking down at all the ants and animals swarming in the city. He knew with the support of his family, his friends and his loyal fans in the entire world, there is no way he could lose. Andre nodded his head and believed in himself that that championship is coming home to it's one true King.
There is no other.
Andre sat up on the bed rubbing his right tattooed arm of his favourite song lyrics across the forearm. He was dressed in a white T shirt with black shorts on and black socks on to get that feel of a comfortable sleep. It was almost five minutes past midnight and Andre got up from the bed to open the glass doors to step out on the balcony. He was booked on the fourth floor and the view of Philadelphia was more beautiful than ever. The man made stars projected by the traffic lights and the lights of the building almost shined brighter than the stars in the skies. Andre leaned his head back and closed his eyes to feel that soft gentle wind brushing across his cheeks then opened them slowly to view the moon staring right back down at him.
His phone started vibrating in his left pocket and Andre buried his hand to retrieve it. On the screen a picture of Kaitlyn signalled she was calling at the time and he pressed his right thumb against the screen to answer the call. With the phone pressed against his right ear, Andre leaned back against the railing and even caressed his ribs with his right arm. It was always good to hear her voice, his love for Kaitlyn could never be denied especially when she is almost at labor for his twins to be delivered. Andre was preparing for another great day in the week: he was going to be a father of not only two daughters but two twin baby boys.
Andre Holmes: Hey. How are you babe?
Kaitlyn Curran: Hey babe. You're coming home tomorrow night right before your big title match this Sunday? I already started having contractions and it hurt like hell. You better be here for the labor or else I will kick your scrawny little midget ass into yesterday and win that Hardcore Championship for your sons. Promise me you will okay?
Andre Holmes: Of course, there's something I have to tell you. You're not going to like it but I promised I wouldn't hold any more secrets from you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Oh god, what is it now?
Andre Holmes: I saw my ex-wife again at Pei Wei. Yeah, Samantha. She's pregnant but I don't think I'm the father. I'm trying to figure out what to do because I don't know if she's lying on me or maybe she really is. If she is then I have to really win this match to get a better bonus and provide for all of the children, please don't be mad at me. Let me figure this out first then get back to you. I promise I will not let her ruin what we have worked so hard to build.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...why? Why is this happening? Why do you keep doing this to me? You have two daughters and two sons on the way. Stop getting involved with her and focus on us dammit! Stop fucking going back to her, you're a grown man and a grown father. Make the right decision and make the right choice! Okay?! Please make sure she doesn't come between us again and you better take care of this because I refuse to take care of her anymore!
Andre sighed and buried his forehead into his hand. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers while listening to the ranting of Kaitlyn. To be honest, he felt like she deserves to dog him up. When he slept with his ex-wife in Chicago, he knew that the baby could be his unless she's been really lying and sleeping around with someone else he doesn't know about. This is the bullshit that happens on a regular basis with Andre Holmes. It's always the women in his life causing the most issues to deal with. Katherine Phoenix, Erin Fausse, Samantha Pryor and the rest will keep coming. No matter how hard he tries, it's always the evil bitches lurking around to take away what he desires most: his family.
Andre Holmes: I'll fix this. Trust me please. I know what I'm doing and I'll come home tomorrow. Just be tight and tell my daughters I love them. Daddy's coming home. I love you so much Kaitlyn, you know that right?
Kaitlyn Curran: I know and I love you too. Don't let me down, we're rooting for you and we'll be there to support you all the way. Goodbye.
Andre Holmes: Bye my love.
He hanged up the call right there and placed the phone down on the beautifully designed round table on the balcony. Andre switched around to lean forward against the barricade while looking down at all the ants and animals swarming in the city. He knew with the support of his family, his friends and his loyal fans in the entire world, there is no way he could lose. Andre nodded his head and believed in himself that that championship is coming home to it's one true King.
There is no other.