Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 24, 2017 15:54:18 GMT -5
I started from the bottom.
I paid my dues.
I sacrificed everything.
My story shines over yours.
My talent shines over yours.
My reign will end Crazy J.
My victory will end Zero Tolerance.
Since we have the opportunity to meet each other inside the ring at Rise Up, I figured it's time you get to understand who I truly am. First impression is everything right so what is your first impression in this business? We came across each other on social media and I challenged you for the belt I never lost. In typical cheap heat fashion of a failed heel performance, you immediately mistaken my passion for the Hardcore Championship into a racial issue. Crazy J, your first impression was a terrible one because right then I knew how easy it would be to manipulate and break you like the common cheap thug you are. There's a saying: "Keep your friends close, your enemies closer." I watched you parade around social media praying to whatever God you hold dear in your heart that I was manipulating Seth Lerch behind the scenes and using the #BlackLivesMatter movement message in securing another shot at the belt. Unfortunately for you Crazy J, you got this all wrong. You never understood what was happening in front of your eyes, yes Crazy J. It was happening right in front of you and you didn't see it boy. You stood there and looked at it right in the face, it was so obvious and you allowed it to slip from your fingers like grease on a Hamburger. 20-20 Vision and you still can't see ahead of your time. You're blind Crazy J. It was never about color, it was never about how I look, it wasn't about ego. It was always about one thing.
I paid my dues.
I sacrificed everything.
My story shines over yours.
My talent shines over yours.
My reign will end Crazy J.
My victory will end Zero Tolerance.
Since we have the opportunity to meet each other inside the ring at Rise Up, I figured it's time you get to understand who I truly am. First impression is everything right so what is your first impression in this business? We came across each other on social media and I challenged you for the belt I never lost. In typical cheap heat fashion of a failed heel performance, you immediately mistaken my passion for the Hardcore Championship into a racial issue. Crazy J, your first impression was a terrible one because right then I knew how easy it would be to manipulate and break you like the common cheap thug you are. There's a saying: "Keep your friends close, your enemies closer." I watched you parade around social media praying to whatever God you hold dear in your heart that I was manipulating Seth Lerch behind the scenes and using the #BlackLivesMatter movement message in securing another shot at the belt. Unfortunately for you Crazy J, you got this all wrong. You never understood what was happening in front of your eyes, yes Crazy J. It was happening right in front of you and you didn't see it boy. You stood there and looked at it right in the face, it was so obvious and you allowed it to slip from your fingers like grease on a Hamburger. 20-20 Vision and you still can't see ahead of your time. You're blind Crazy J. It was never about color, it was never about how I look, it wasn't about ego. It was always about one thing.
I never lost what was never taken from me inside the ring.
Do you know how frustrating it is to watch you walk around with the belt I never lost? It passed to Nathan Chambers then to Zombie McMorris and now to you. Three men who never beaten me inside the ring to become Hardcore Champions are all given another free reign due to the actions of an owner having a tail lodged up his own ass. I could have respected Nathan Chambers, I do respect Zombie McMorris but I will never respect you. A champion needs to be humble, arrogant a little bit but humble and contrite. A champion must face all comers and all challengers when the challenge is made. You don't pull a Lady Mormont from Game of Thrones and ignore the call. There will never be a King in the North unless the houses are standing behind him. I didn't have houses standing behind me, I had mansions of loyal fans putting their faith in someone who would never let them down. I never let my fans down, my family down and my friends down but the moment you carried on, you let yourself down to rock fuckin' bottom.
Andre was still on that chair with the bulb light swaying back and forth over his hoodie. He leaned forward with his forearms pressed against his thighs to keep his weight up.
Seth chose me. I remember it was the week of the 350'th anniversary of Slam. Katherine Phoenix, a woman obsessed with taking everything I loved was supposedly killed leaving the Hardcore Championship vacated. Bonnie Blue, Scathe, Zombie McMorris, Dustin Beaver, Shadowlove and myself went into a war that nearly killed us from the inside out. The scars on my face, all over my body remind me the efforts I went into the match. I put my energy above and beyond to secure a win that set my name in the history of this company. The double reigning champion, Andre Holmes. WCF Hardcore and Tag Team Champion which is something kind of which you also did after me. Well, imitation is another form of flattery but considering all the make up you have, I'll take my black beautiful skin over a wannabe Caitlyn Jenner covered in maskara. Sorry for the insults but really Crazy J, I'm surprised you haven't zombiefied the belt you fuckin' gross piece of shit.
He chuckled to himself. That little voice bouncing across the walls, echoes of that twisted laughter replaying through the camera microphone. Andre leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head, right leg crossed over the left. He shrugged his shoulders and his posture assumed more of a relaxed competitor with every chance of winning as if destiny was supporting him from the get go.
Excuse me but now let me return. I won that match fair and square, no bullshit. Five months from my debut in WCF, it took me five months to hold that belt and win it off even the greatests of the greats. You know? I've been in this wrestling business for over fourteen years and the only singles belts were World Championships. I never had anything else but until I won that belt, I felt something, a feeling, an addiction grow inside me. It was like turning on a light switch and keeping it on forever in that house. You just loved the idea of sitting down on the floor and looking up to that light bulb glowing in your face. The Hardcore Championship put me on the map in WCF, because one win with that championship helped me to elevate my game and my story. You came and ruined it by defacing the belt and tarnishing the prestige. Zero Tolerance, men with all the money in the world but are too broke to understand what life is.
I don't care what you think about me, I don't care if you want to use all your resources.
The original shall be restored, the original will come back again.
I'm going into Rise Up to bring you a beating of a life time, I'm going to take you out once and for all.
Origin.
WHERE IT ALL STARTED.
After a long day from coming back in the airport, Andre sat down on the edge of his king sized bed upstairs in the master bedroom. He opened the bedside drawer and took out an old portrait of his family pictures with his ex-wife, Samantha. Andre Holmes and Samantha Pryor at such a young age holding their two daughters as infants in each other. Standing side by side, smiling into the camera with the words "Family Forever" printed above their heads. It hurt him to look at that picture, the promises he made were thrown out of the window like destroyed antiques. It was his responsibility as a father and a husband: keeping the family together through thick and thin, the marriage must never be destroyed. Was it his fault really? Samantha developed an acoholic problem after her father passed away and Andre couldn't stomach the idea that she was back in his life but potentially pregnant with his children. He sighed, continued to look at that dusty old portrait with the colors almost fading away and the edges of the paper ripped up or crumpled. A knock on the door and Andre looked up to see Kaitlyn walking over to sit down beside him also looking at the portrait.
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you miss her?
Andre Holmes: What?
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you miss her? Be honest with me, it's okay.
He looked away for a mere moment then nodded his head. Kaitlyn rested her right palm against his back gently. She knew that it was hard for him to juggle her and his ex-wife especially when they're both pregnant at the same time. She's usually very jealous and upset that Samantha keeps coming back but she did step in when they just got divorced. It's not a circumstance no woman wants to be in but love makes people do things, stupid things but things nonetheless.
Andre Holmes: I made a promise to her once. I promised her a great life, a great husband, kids and I could only provide two of those promises. I failed her as a husband, she got an alcoholic addiction after her father passed away from brain cancer. It really hit her hard because she never knew her mother and her father raised her up. I tried to be there for her but the more I took care of my daughters, the more it reminded her. That's why I don't want to get married so quickly, I fear something will end the same. It's like every time something good happens in my life, there's always someone or something to ruin it. Bad luck. I'm bad luck and I don't want to be that bad luck to you-
Kaitlyn Curran: Hey! I am in love with and I am having your twin sons. You are an amazing father, an amazing lover and you're also an amazing wrestler. More than that freak Crazy J could ever be. You are not a failure, marriages don't work all the time but love does. Do you love me?
Andre Holmes: Of course I do.
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you love your daughters?
Andre Holmes: Yes.
Kaitlyn Curran: Then forget her. She's not here, we are. You've been here all the time with us and I've never seen you more happy than you could have been with her if the divorce didn't go through. Okay?
Andre Holmes: You're right. I'm such an emotional chick.
Kaitlyn Curran: Excuse me?
Andre Holmes: I mean, I get caught up in my feelings too much. Oh come on! You know how I am? I get too mushy.
Kaitlyn Curran: Come here...
She leaned into him, right arm placed around his shoulders. Andre rested his chin on top of her left shoulder and hugged her back. He loved her comfort and having her right beside her. Lips interlocking with each other and they fell back on the blue sheets intertwining with one another, a little awkwardly with the baby bump so big. He continued to kiss her gently, passionately, missing the touch of a woman who truly loved him. Her fingertips running down his sweaty back and fulfilling every need in that foreplay. The door bell rang a few times and Andre ignored it. Kaitlyn giggled when he kissed her on the neck but the doorbell kept ringing over and over again. They groaned in annoyance and Andre sat up before getting off the bed to put on a T-Shirt real quick. Kaitlyn leaned back on the pillows and kept rubbing her foot on his chest to tease him. Those green pure eyes were never so innocent when she wanted to have the greatest sex in her life, however, Andre rolled his eyes and left the masters bedroom to walk downstairs into the lobby hallway of the house.
Andre Holmes: I'm coming dammit! Chill with the door bell before the sound becomes silent. People these days showing no respect for a father's home.
On his way to the front door, he kept muttering insults to himself. Really getting annoyed by the constant ringing of the door bell, Andre took his sweet time reaching the handle of the door. He unlocked then swung the door open having enough of this pestering visitor who can't differentiate between respect and impatience. Andre yelled at the top of his lungs, annoyance evolving into anger.
Andre Holmes: Can you not pre-
No way. No fuckin' way. He pushed the door open all the way inside and Andre's hands fell to his side. Frozen, no movement whatsoever and he stared into the eyes of a man who wanted to take him down from his debut in the company. The man he looked at had slick combed brown hair, blue eyes, a five o clock shadow, dressed in a black and white silk tuxedo with black shoes on. This man was not a mere commoner, he was rich, wealthy and even stubborn.
Andre Holmes: ...You. You're...how...You're...
Nathan Chambers.
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you miss her?
Andre Holmes: What?
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you miss her? Be honest with me, it's okay.
He looked away for a mere moment then nodded his head. Kaitlyn rested her right palm against his back gently. She knew that it was hard for him to juggle her and his ex-wife especially when they're both pregnant at the same time. She's usually very jealous and upset that Samantha keeps coming back but she did step in when they just got divorced. It's not a circumstance no woman wants to be in but love makes people do things, stupid things but things nonetheless.
Andre Holmes: I made a promise to her once. I promised her a great life, a great husband, kids and I could only provide two of those promises. I failed her as a husband, she got an alcoholic addiction after her father passed away from brain cancer. It really hit her hard because she never knew her mother and her father raised her up. I tried to be there for her but the more I took care of my daughters, the more it reminded her. That's why I don't want to get married so quickly, I fear something will end the same. It's like every time something good happens in my life, there's always someone or something to ruin it. Bad luck. I'm bad luck and I don't want to be that bad luck to you-
Kaitlyn Curran: Hey! I am in love with and I am having your twin sons. You are an amazing father, an amazing lover and you're also an amazing wrestler. More than that freak Crazy J could ever be. You are not a failure, marriages don't work all the time but love does. Do you love me?
Andre Holmes: Of course I do.
Kaitlyn Curran: Do you love your daughters?
Andre Holmes: Yes.
Kaitlyn Curran: Then forget her. She's not here, we are. You've been here all the time with us and I've never seen you more happy than you could have been with her if the divorce didn't go through. Okay?
Andre Holmes: You're right. I'm such an emotional chick.
Kaitlyn Curran: Excuse me?
Andre Holmes: I mean, I get caught up in my feelings too much. Oh come on! You know how I am? I get too mushy.
Kaitlyn Curran: Come here...
She leaned into him, right arm placed around his shoulders. Andre rested his chin on top of her left shoulder and hugged her back. He loved her comfort and having her right beside her. Lips interlocking with each other and they fell back on the blue sheets intertwining with one another, a little awkwardly with the baby bump so big. He continued to kiss her gently, passionately, missing the touch of a woman who truly loved him. Her fingertips running down his sweaty back and fulfilling every need in that foreplay. The door bell rang a few times and Andre ignored it. Kaitlyn giggled when he kissed her on the neck but the doorbell kept ringing over and over again. They groaned in annoyance and Andre sat up before getting off the bed to put on a T-Shirt real quick. Kaitlyn leaned back on the pillows and kept rubbing her foot on his chest to tease him. Those green pure eyes were never so innocent when she wanted to have the greatest sex in her life, however, Andre rolled his eyes and left the masters bedroom to walk downstairs into the lobby hallway of the house.
Andre Holmes: I'm coming dammit! Chill with the door bell before the sound becomes silent. People these days showing no respect for a father's home.
On his way to the front door, he kept muttering insults to himself. Really getting annoyed by the constant ringing of the door bell, Andre took his sweet time reaching the handle of the door. He unlocked then swung the door open having enough of this pestering visitor who can't differentiate between respect and impatience. Andre yelled at the top of his lungs, annoyance evolving into anger.
Andre Holmes: Can you not pre-
No way. No fuckin' way. He pushed the door open all the way inside and Andre's hands fell to his side. Frozen, no movement whatsoever and he stared into the eyes of a man who wanted to take him down from his debut in the company. The man he looked at had slick combed brown hair, blue eyes, a five o clock shadow, dressed in a black and white silk tuxedo with black shoes on. This man was not a mere commoner, he was rich, wealthy and even stubborn.
Andre Holmes: ...You. You're...how...You're...
Nathan Chambers.