Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 24, 2017 17:50:54 GMT -5
There was an awkward silence in the living area near to the kitchen. Andre Holmes and Nathan Chambers sat down around the rectangular light brown dining table. Nathan Chambers who hasn't been seen or heard of in months and his first appearance is back at Andre Holmes's home? There must have been a reason why the young former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion- apologies, Perfection and Tag Team Champion has showed up to his home especially at this time. Kaitlyn sat down beside Andre holding onto his right arm, the two home owners didn't know what to expect sitting in front of a well dressed and well groomed wealthy individual. His visit was unexpected and all he has is a black briefcase sealed and locked on the table between them. Andre leaned forward and broke the silence finally, he wanted answers.
Andre Holmes: What are you here for Mr. Chambers? The last time I heard of you, you were the WCF Hardcore Champion. Well, after I was fired from the WCF. Remember that? I'm pretty sure you were boasting how you were the greatest of all time that you even changed the Hardcore Championship belt into a Perfection Championship. Why are you here and tell me why I shouldn't leap across this table and pulverize that ugly mug of yours for good?
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...
She said softly between her lips and tightened her hands around his arm. Andre's breathing had calmed down and he leaned back once again. The tension in the room was thick, too thick. Nathan on the other hand fixed his collar, straightened his white tie and pulled up his cuff-links. He cleared his throat and proceeded to explain the purpose of his visit. Very articulate and polished for such a young man, you have to gave him credit for his taste in fashion well. After well, Nathan's mother owns the most fashionable promotions and media in the entire world. Lucky old swine.
Nathan Chambers: Forgive me for barging in like this but it is of the upmost importance regarding your WCF Hardcore Championship match this Sunday at Rise Up. My leave from the promotion was due to the setbacks of my performances and through my time recovering, I've learned new things through self-realization experiences. Out of all the champions from the past, you have the most potential to defeat Crazy J and restore the Hardcore Division to it's prime. I've witnessed what Crazy J has done and I am not impressed. I am disgusted. My Perfection Championship was thrown into the waste as he rose to power and filled the lands I fertilized with his plague. An epidemic of his terrible performances has left my followers in doubt that I should ever return to accept the glory of the Hardcore Championship.
Andre Holmes: So why you're coming to me? You complainin' that Crazy J is a shitty champion? We've known that from the start hence why one of the few reasons I came back. When I watched him beat Oblivion, Doc Henry, Zombie McMorris all in a match for the Hardcore Belt, I wanted to vomit. That man has made a mockery. I hate how he acts, how he thinks. A racist rich scum who has no respect for others and himself, bitches every time he loses and can't handle the fact that the returning generation is coming to knock him off his pedestal. I don't need you to come into my home and tell me that when I know deep down Crazy J is running to Zero Tolerance Headquarters asking his friends and employees to draw up the worst promo scripts for him to read out on his shitty ZT News channel.
If that is all, please leave.
Nathan nodded and stood up. He fixed his suit again then walked out the door but Andre noticed that the black briefcase was still on the table. He looked at Nathan walking away and yelled at him which stopped him. Nathan smirked without him seeing it, something inside that briefcase was extremely important but potentially dangerous.
Andre Holmes: You forgot your briefcase.
Nathan Chambers: I know. What's inside belongs to you. The code is 411.
Andre slowly looked back to the briefcase and leaned forward again with his hands holding each side. He looked at Kaitlyn beside who him who nodded back. She wanted him to see what was inside the briefcase so Nathan can go on way. Each finger rolled the key: 4. 1.1. The briefcase lock clicked then Andre slowly opened it to revealed the contents. He couldn't believe it, it's true. Hands reached inside, grasping upon an object that's a little heavy until he pulled it out revealing the old WCF Hardcore Championship belt Nathan threw away to replace it with the WCF Perfection Championship. Andre Holmes was holding the belt he won with back in April last year.
Nathan Chambers: I figured it was time to return the original belt back to it's rightful owner. Before I threw it away, I looked at it for moments. I searched in my mind what made this belt special and it wasn't the title, it was the champion. You have all the tools, all the morale, all the support and all the necessary skills to destroy Crazy J and restore the division back to it's former glory. That's why Crazy J fears you and that's why I changed it. I thought the Perfection Division was my home but I was wrong. The Hardcore Division needs you, Mr. Holmes.
Andre Holmes: I don't know what to say.
Nathan Chambers: You don't need my gratitude. You need to beat him. Good night.
Clang! The front door was slammed shut and Kaitlyn smiled at Andre. She rubbed his back while he blew the dust off the plate. His own reflection in that shiny plate and holding that belt strap in both hands brought him joy. It's back, the title he won is back in his hands.
Reunion.
Andre Holmes: What are you here for Mr. Chambers? The last time I heard of you, you were the WCF Hardcore Champion. Well, after I was fired from the WCF. Remember that? I'm pretty sure you were boasting how you were the greatest of all time that you even changed the Hardcore Championship belt into a Perfection Championship. Why are you here and tell me why I shouldn't leap across this table and pulverize that ugly mug of yours for good?
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre...
She said softly between her lips and tightened her hands around his arm. Andre's breathing had calmed down and he leaned back once again. The tension in the room was thick, too thick. Nathan on the other hand fixed his collar, straightened his white tie and pulled up his cuff-links. He cleared his throat and proceeded to explain the purpose of his visit. Very articulate and polished for such a young man, you have to gave him credit for his taste in fashion well. After well, Nathan's mother owns the most fashionable promotions and media in the entire world. Lucky old swine.
Nathan Chambers: Forgive me for barging in like this but it is of the upmost importance regarding your WCF Hardcore Championship match this Sunday at Rise Up. My leave from the promotion was due to the setbacks of my performances and through my time recovering, I've learned new things through self-realization experiences. Out of all the champions from the past, you have the most potential to defeat Crazy J and restore the Hardcore Division to it's prime. I've witnessed what Crazy J has done and I am not impressed. I am disgusted. My Perfection Championship was thrown into the waste as he rose to power and filled the lands I fertilized with his plague. An epidemic of his terrible performances has left my followers in doubt that I should ever return to accept the glory of the Hardcore Championship.
Andre Holmes: So why you're coming to me? You complainin' that Crazy J is a shitty champion? We've known that from the start hence why one of the few reasons I came back. When I watched him beat Oblivion, Doc Henry, Zombie McMorris all in a match for the Hardcore Belt, I wanted to vomit. That man has made a mockery. I hate how he acts, how he thinks. A racist rich scum who has no respect for others and himself, bitches every time he loses and can't handle the fact that the returning generation is coming to knock him off his pedestal. I don't need you to come into my home and tell me that when I know deep down Crazy J is running to Zero Tolerance Headquarters asking his friends and employees to draw up the worst promo scripts for him to read out on his shitty ZT News channel.
If that is all, please leave.
Nathan nodded and stood up. He fixed his suit again then walked out the door but Andre noticed that the black briefcase was still on the table. He looked at Nathan walking away and yelled at him which stopped him. Nathan smirked without him seeing it, something inside that briefcase was extremely important but potentially dangerous.
Andre Holmes: You forgot your briefcase.
Nathan Chambers: I know. What's inside belongs to you. The code is 411.
Andre slowly looked back to the briefcase and leaned forward again with his hands holding each side. He looked at Kaitlyn beside who him who nodded back. She wanted him to see what was inside the briefcase so Nathan can go on way. Each finger rolled the key: 4. 1.1. The briefcase lock clicked then Andre slowly opened it to revealed the contents. He couldn't believe it, it's true. Hands reached inside, grasping upon an object that's a little heavy until he pulled it out revealing the old WCF Hardcore Championship belt Nathan threw away to replace it with the WCF Perfection Championship. Andre Holmes was holding the belt he won with back in April last year.
Nathan Chambers: I figured it was time to return the original belt back to it's rightful owner. Before I threw it away, I looked at it for moments. I searched in my mind what made this belt special and it wasn't the title, it was the champion. You have all the tools, all the morale, all the support and all the necessary skills to destroy Crazy J and restore the division back to it's former glory. That's why Crazy J fears you and that's why I changed it. I thought the Perfection Division was my home but I was wrong. The Hardcore Division needs you, Mr. Holmes.
Andre Holmes: I don't know what to say.
Nathan Chambers: You don't need my gratitude. You need to beat him. Good night.
Clang! The front door was slammed shut and Kaitlyn smiled at Andre. She rubbed his back while he blew the dust off the plate. His own reflection in that shiny plate and holding that belt strap in both hands brought him joy. It's back, the title he won is back in his hands.
Reunion.