Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 24, 2017 19:56:28 GMT -5
Location: Undisclosed
Subject: Relentless Andre Holmes
Objective: Terminate Crazy J
Subject: Relentless Andre Holmes
Objective: Terminate Crazy J
Yeah. It happened. Seth shredded my contract and left me there to crawl on the concrete floor backstage. It took at least six bodyguards to hold me down and I had to watch them take away the belt I won fair and square. The belt I fought through all my life to claim, my first ever Hardcore Championship in my career. It was all gone by the utter words spoken by Seth Lerch and my contract getting shredded on national television. I was humiliated, embarrassed, my legacy destroyed in front of thousands and my pain publicly showed to all the millions of fans who watched around the world. They had to watch me suffer Crazy J. I fell to my knees in that locker room as the oxygen was thin, the pain was thick, my vision blurry, it was just symptoms of the end that came. Imagine yourself crawling to the end of the tunnel after being trapped underground for so long. Covered in dirt, every breath getting shorter and short and just when you reach that light at the end of the tunnel, you stretch your right arm out. You stretch for that golden radiant light shining on your face then boom.
The exit is sealed.
Darkness is all that is left.
My mind wasn't playing tricks on me, it was reality. My life wasn't being played, it was being shown the way out by that son of a bitch Seth. I looked at my own championship belt taken away from the palm of my hands and saw the terrible life not only myself would be thrown into but also the life of my children. I wasn't going to be able to provide for them Crazy J. I didn't even know if I could even wrestle again. That moment nearly destroyed my soul. I was broken. For a few minutes in my life, I was actually broken but then I realized that my greatest strength didn't come from winning, it was the source of getting back up after getting knocked down. I think that's why I've never felt so stronger and so confident. Crazy J, you ever experienced it? No. You don't know what it's like to have people depend on you and see your struggle to inspire them to be better than they were. You don't have the power to step into the ring and inspire the fans to become better contributing members in society.
Crazy J only cares about himself and Zero Tolerance. You're not a man, you're a bitch. You surround yourself with racists, losers and complainers. Zero Tolerance may be a business to you but it's a downfall in your career. Collectively, you've faced the best and you lost. You got destroyed at Hellimination where Wade Moor PINNED you and also TOOK YOUR WCF Trios Championship. I'm not going to take the Hardcore Championship away from you, I'm bringing the one I never lost bitch.
The light bulb sways over Andre standing up in what could be the center of an Octagon cage. The hoodie still over his head but the light bulb swaying reflects off a shiny surface. It's the WCF Hardcore Championship belt, the real belt before Nathan Chambers threw away in Hollywood, hoisted over his shoulder with his name engraved in the beautiful material. He looks at his name carved in the plating and then back to the camera. Smiling with those pearly whites and his hand grasped tightly around the strap of the belt.
Beautiful, no? This is the real belt Crazy J. The belt that was forced out of the company and not the belt you hold when the real competition is gone. You want the truth about how I feel what Crazy J as a champion is? Here's a definition. When a true champion is forced out of action without losing the championship, he either becomes stripped or leaves with the belt. I'm back and now my rematch has been certified at Rise Up. Last time I checked, you called yourself the greatest Hardcore Champion just because you managed to hold twenty other belts in other prestigious promotions but none of that matters until you prove you've beaten me.
And until you do so, you'll always be recognized as this in the WCF.
The exit is sealed.
Darkness is all that is left.
My mind wasn't playing tricks on me, it was reality. My life wasn't being played, it was being shown the way out by that son of a bitch Seth. I looked at my own championship belt taken away from the palm of my hands and saw the terrible life not only myself would be thrown into but also the life of my children. I wasn't going to be able to provide for them Crazy J. I didn't even know if I could even wrestle again. That moment nearly destroyed my soul. I was broken. For a few minutes in my life, I was actually broken but then I realized that my greatest strength didn't come from winning, it was the source of getting back up after getting knocked down. I think that's why I've never felt so stronger and so confident. Crazy J, you ever experienced it? No. You don't know what it's like to have people depend on you and see your struggle to inspire them to be better than they were. You don't have the power to step into the ring and inspire the fans to become better contributing members in society.
Crazy J only cares about himself and Zero Tolerance. You're not a man, you're a bitch. You surround yourself with racists, losers and complainers. Zero Tolerance may be a business to you but it's a downfall in your career. Collectively, you've faced the best and you lost. You got destroyed at Hellimination where Wade Moor PINNED you and also TOOK YOUR WCF Trios Championship. I'm not going to take the Hardcore Championship away from you, I'm bringing the one I never lost bitch.
The light bulb sways over Andre standing up in what could be the center of an Octagon cage. The hoodie still over his head but the light bulb swaying reflects off a shiny surface. It's the WCF Hardcore Championship belt, the real belt before Nathan Chambers threw away in Hollywood, hoisted over his shoulder with his name engraved in the beautiful material. He looks at his name carved in the plating and then back to the camera. Smiling with those pearly whites and his hand grasped tightly around the strap of the belt.
Beautiful, no? This is the real belt Crazy J. The belt that was forced out of the company and not the belt you hold when the real competition is gone. You want the truth about how I feel what Crazy J as a champion is? Here's a definition. When a true champion is forced out of action without losing the championship, he either becomes stripped or leaves with the belt. I'm back and now my rematch has been certified at Rise Up. Last time I checked, you called yourself the greatest Hardcore Champion just because you managed to hold twenty other belts in other prestigious promotions but none of that matters until you prove you've beaten me.
And until you do so, you'll always be recognized as this in the WCF.
Crazy J, Interim WCF Hardcore Champion.
Let me give you some numbers:
Four, Seventeen, Sixteen. The day I won the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Five, Eight, Sixteen. The day I was thrown out of the WCF.
Four, Seventeen, Sixteen. The day I won the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Five, Eight, Sixteen. The day I was thrown out of the WCF.
In those gaps of my reign, you weren't there so what the fuck gives you the right to call that title of yours over your head? You've never beaten me and even in that Tag Team Match where you pussied out, my name has a win over yours already. I bet it stings to have that in the record books but what are you going to say? "You never pinned me or submitted me so I am still undefeated." Silly little rabbit, tricks are for kids. You won't be making any excuse in the Hardcore Title match when I'm done with you. You should be focused on opening up another bank account to set money aside to pay for all the surgeries you require when I'm through with you. Crazy J, I am back with a mission. I am back with a vengeance and I am back to re-continue my reign that was placed on pause thanks to Seth Lerch.
I feel the winds blowing, I feel the landscape changing. I think you feel it to and Rise Up is where I make history and become a two-time WCF Hardcore Champion but this time, I'm gonna stay Hardcore Champion. I'm going to beat the utter shit out of you and hold this belt longer than Torture ever did. That is my goal and you're in the way of that mission.
Crazy J.
Your time is up.
My time has begun.
Bitch.
FOCUS.
Every punch was strong, every kick was hard. Put them together with speed and power, timing and accuracy, you have a human bio weapon capable of destroying anything in its path. Andre was inside the warehouse section of his MMA Gym on the mats sparring with the punching bag. Bright lights only for the owner of this large facility purposed to help all those who want to learn and hone their craft. In his spare time, he loved to teach all who came and get them back to their feet. However, this moment was necessary. Andre was firing boxing combinations like crazy with those big white boxing gloves on wearing a sleeveless black shirt, baggy white Reebok shorts and no protection of his legs. He was mixing it up with Muay Thai, Kickboxing and other striking arts in the MMA world. Sweating like crazy, Andre didn't stop. He didn't drop in his performance, the strikes were faster and faster, stronger and stronger. His anger was getting the better of him as the voices in his mind were rushing around his skull. Pounding like stereo systems with the bass turned up, the echoes nearly popping veins in his head. It hurt, and they wouldn't stop.
Andre Holmes: Fuck Crazy J! Fuck Zero Tolerance! FUCK THEM ALL!
Two steps back then Andre spin on his right leg before leaping in the air to land a powerful Tornado Kick. The impact of the foot plus the velocity of the momentum was too strong for the steel handle of the punching bag to handle. It burst off from the rack and landed onto the mats bouncing and rolling around. Andre landed perfectly on the sole of his left foot and stood in that power stance breathing heavily. His chest moving up and down, nose intaking and blowing large amounts of air. Andre sat down on the mat and buried his face into his open palms as he pulled his knees and sighed. The stress of having to deal with those racist comments and the slandering of his name was a lot to handle. This is what a champion does? Repeats the same damn thing over and over without any new material? Joining the racist bandwagon and even listening to people like Dag Riddik, Lilith/Katherine Phoenix, two people he easily destroyed in the WCF? That right there only proves how gullible this champion was.
Serenity Holmes: Dad?
He lifted his head up from his sweaty palms and turned his head to see Serenity, his eldest daughter, standing next to the Octagon. She always had a knack for disobeying Kaitlyn. She's done this before, taking a taxi to travel all way to the gym where she always knew her father would be. She stood there with her long red hair let down behind her, wearing a blue long sleeve shirt with a black shoulder jacket. Blue jeans and white winter boots to complete the look. Her blue eyes is the same as her mother's; Andre stood on his feet nearly taken back that she was actually there. As a parent, he would be upset but at that moment, he needed her to comfort him. Andre sat down on the edge of the cage floor and Serenity did as well leaving her purse to rest on the steel steps.
Andre Holmes: What did I tell you about this? You're supposed to be in bed. I've had it with you going off on your own, what if you could have been in serious trouble Serenity? You do this for a third time and you're grounded for a month.
Serenity Holmes: I just had to come and see my Dad. I haven't seen you in a long time and I miss you.
Andre Holmes: ...Yeah. I miss you too. Athena, is she okay?
Serenity Holmes: She's sleeping, Kaitlyn too. I just couldn't sleep because I have something to tell you.
Andre Holmes: Okay, what is it?
Serenity looked away. What she was about to tell him took her years to think about and she nodded her. She gulped then spat it out.
Serenity Holmes: I know what I want to be when I get older. I want to be a Professional Wrestler just like you.
Woah. He never expected that but he couldn't be more proud. That right there was proof how he inspired her. She watched him every time he was in the WCF. Many of his fans have written letters, communicated with their idol on social media telling how much Andre Holmes means to them but to hear it from his own daughter? It made him the happiest man alive. Every father's dream is to inspire their kids to go after what they love the most but to share a common passion between father and daughter, that's magical. He hugged Serenity on the spot and she returned the favor, Andre even started to tear up. Serenity was proud to be his daughter and more proud that he is living his passion to put food on the table for her to eat. Once they let go, they chuckled. He never liked crying in front of his kids but when a moment like this comes, this is a good exception.
Andre Holmes: Oh wow. This is...this is what I always wanted to hear. You really want to jump into this sport huh'? Now I see why you don't like the other sports, you like Pro Wrestling now huh' kid?
He nudged her and Serenity laughed.
Serenity Holmes: Will you train me? Please?
Andre Holmes: Of course...when you're sixteen and older.
Serenity Holmes: Dad!
Andre Holmes: Okay, okay! Just wait a few years and get ready but for now, you get to watch your father knock a loser down a few pegs and become champion again. Tell you what? I become champion, you do good in school and I'll train you?
Serenity Holmes: That's the mission between us?
Andre Holmes: It is...dead?
Serenity Holmes: Deal.
Andre Holmes: Fuck Crazy J! Fuck Zero Tolerance! FUCK THEM ALL!
Two steps back then Andre spin on his right leg before leaping in the air to land a powerful Tornado Kick. The impact of the foot plus the velocity of the momentum was too strong for the steel handle of the punching bag to handle. It burst off from the rack and landed onto the mats bouncing and rolling around. Andre landed perfectly on the sole of his left foot and stood in that power stance breathing heavily. His chest moving up and down, nose intaking and blowing large amounts of air. Andre sat down on the mat and buried his face into his open palms as he pulled his knees and sighed. The stress of having to deal with those racist comments and the slandering of his name was a lot to handle. This is what a champion does? Repeats the same damn thing over and over without any new material? Joining the racist bandwagon and even listening to people like Dag Riddik, Lilith/Katherine Phoenix, two people he easily destroyed in the WCF? That right there only proves how gullible this champion was.
Serenity Holmes: Dad?
He lifted his head up from his sweaty palms and turned his head to see Serenity, his eldest daughter, standing next to the Octagon. She always had a knack for disobeying Kaitlyn. She's done this before, taking a taxi to travel all way to the gym where she always knew her father would be. She stood there with her long red hair let down behind her, wearing a blue long sleeve shirt with a black shoulder jacket. Blue jeans and white winter boots to complete the look. Her blue eyes is the same as her mother's; Andre stood on his feet nearly taken back that she was actually there. As a parent, he would be upset but at that moment, he needed her to comfort him. Andre sat down on the edge of the cage floor and Serenity did as well leaving her purse to rest on the steel steps.
Andre Holmes: What did I tell you about this? You're supposed to be in bed. I've had it with you going off on your own, what if you could have been in serious trouble Serenity? You do this for a third time and you're grounded for a month.
Serenity Holmes: I just had to come and see my Dad. I haven't seen you in a long time and I miss you.
Andre Holmes: ...Yeah. I miss you too. Athena, is she okay?
Serenity Holmes: She's sleeping, Kaitlyn too. I just couldn't sleep because I have something to tell you.
Andre Holmes: Okay, what is it?
Serenity looked away. What she was about to tell him took her years to think about and she nodded her. She gulped then spat it out.
Serenity Holmes: I know what I want to be when I get older. I want to be a Professional Wrestler just like you.
Woah. He never expected that but he couldn't be more proud. That right there was proof how he inspired her. She watched him every time he was in the WCF. Many of his fans have written letters, communicated with their idol on social media telling how much Andre Holmes means to them but to hear it from his own daughter? It made him the happiest man alive. Every father's dream is to inspire their kids to go after what they love the most but to share a common passion between father and daughter, that's magical. He hugged Serenity on the spot and she returned the favor, Andre even started to tear up. Serenity was proud to be his daughter and more proud that he is living his passion to put food on the table for her to eat. Once they let go, they chuckled. He never liked crying in front of his kids but when a moment like this comes, this is a good exception.
Andre Holmes: Oh wow. This is...this is what I always wanted to hear. You really want to jump into this sport huh'? Now I see why you don't like the other sports, you like Pro Wrestling now huh' kid?
He nudged her and Serenity laughed.
Serenity Holmes: Will you train me? Please?
Andre Holmes: Of course...when you're sixteen and older.
Serenity Holmes: Dad!
Andre Holmes: Okay, okay! Just wait a few years and get ready but for now, you get to watch your father knock a loser down a few pegs and become champion again. Tell you what? I become champion, you do good in school and I'll train you?
Serenity Holmes: That's the mission between us?
Andre Holmes: It is...dead?
Serenity Holmes: Deal.