Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 25, 2017 17:16:30 GMT -5
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Clep JJ OG was barely able to survive against the drive by shooting from #CreachCrew. Zero Tolerance made it back to their abandoned house just outside the skirts of Brooklyn, New York. None of them were shot thankfully but that was too close to having their bodied shredded apart by bullets. Inside that rusty old wooden abandoned house, the ZT niggas were in the lobby. Walls made of broken wood, the ceiling cracked with dust blown everywhere, the lights flickering on and off. This house could barely even keep itself together. Clep sat down on the ripped up couch, rats crawling from under the hard cushion. The other ZT members were pacing around, hyperventilating. How could they even be vulnerable against #CreachCrew? First they lost the WCF Trios Championship against them at One and now they almost got killed on the court? An embarrassment to their gang and an embarrassment to their reputation. Snitch McSalem took an antique picture of his mother naked then smashed it on the creaked wooden floor. Jamal patted him on the back, letting him know it would be alright.
Lazy J: HELP!
Screams came from the basement. They all ran down the stairs into the nearly darkened environment. A swamp meet for the scums of the Earth with an old TV attached to a VCR. When the light switched was turned on, the basement was filled with blood. An obese fat man with his chode out was tied up to his rocking chair, eyes peeled back to look at the television screen turned off. Two cages to the right of him were unlocked and left open, portraits of their printed names were above each cage: "Eliza" and "Claire". Lazy J's breaths were heavy and slow, he was dying and Clep fell to his knees after reading the writing on the wall. Blood, the ink was Lazy J's blood.
Lazy J: HELP!
Screams came from the basement. They all ran down the stairs into the nearly darkened environment. A swamp meet for the scums of the Earth with an old TV attached to a VCR. When the light switched was turned on, the basement was filled with blood. An obese fat man with his chode out was tied up to his rocking chair, eyes peeled back to look at the television screen turned off. Two cages to the right of him were unlocked and left open, portraits of their printed names were above each cage: "Eliza" and "Claire". Lazy J's breaths were heavy and slow, he was dying and Clep fell to his knees after reading the writing on the wall. Blood, the ink was Lazy J's blood.
This is what happens when you do not listen. I am coming for my Hardcore Championship.
Clep JJ OG: Nah nah nah, not you B! Come on man, don't do on me!
Lazy J: Listen...please...I do not have my much time.
This sweaty fat old white fellow. His chest was leaking blood, it also leaked from the right corner of his lip. The greasy bastard finally deserved what was coming to him and Clep leaned at his side holding onto that bloody Burger King greased hand.
Lazy J: You cannot win.
Zero Tolerance is over and you, Crazy J, you're worthless. He made it clear that matter how hard you try to beat him in the ring, your future is useless. All your tactics will fail, your skills in the ring will leave you parallel to his almighty mercy and when you lose the WCF Hardcore Championship, Zero Tolerance will lose everything. Fear him Crazy J and fear him so much.
You must use the last of your unoriginal and shitty promoing to maybe distract him enough and set him in a rage but as of now, he's more motivated to take back what he's never lost. I understand you magically got information of his travel plans, his pregant girlfriend, Kaitlyn Curran, and two daughters, Serenity and Athena. Use all the cheap heat and tactics you can to convince everyone that you have this in the bag but my vision is clear. The moment that bell is rung, you will die inside that ring. Your days of choosing opponents to defend your championship will be over and your days of creating terrible gimmick championships such as the Zero Tolerance will cease. You're so worthless that none of you could even be contending for your own stable's championship. Or the fact that his performance at XIII outshines everything you did in your career.
If you do manage to survive, leave the WCF. You're a cancer, a plague, you contribute nothing to the company. I've watched you grow up from your father molesting you along with your uncles, you becoming apart of the Juggalo society because you couldn't hack it on Youtube Make-Up Tutorials. I even watched you grow up practicing Joey Flash promos, Corey Black Burning Hammers and Andre Holmes' Hardcore Championship entrances. How did you change into this man? This Zero Tolerance cheap heat, failed heel that can't even get a decent crowd reaction when you wrestle?
You were wise to be a coward in the Tag Team match against Andre Holmes and Wade Moor. He would have destroyed you right there. Very smart to use CJ Phoenix as a scapegoat. Hide Crazy J. All your accomplishments, your AWA bullshit, your 20 time Hardcore Championships, World and Universal championships are all meaningless compared to him. Run Crazy J.
Oh god, It's happening!
I'm about to die!
No! No! No!
He passed away and Clep buried his forehead into the back of his hand weeping like the little bitch he is. Zero Tolerance lost a great member, the only member that posed a threat in the company. However, the television started acting funny. It changed from the static messages to a more clear picture. Clep looked straight into the TV to see Andre Holmes sitting on a chair with the original WCF Hardcore Championship belt hoisted over his right shoulder. He pointed into the camera and Clep felt like he was speaking to him directly.
Andre Holmes: It's as I said Crazy J. You run and things will happen. Rise Up, I will beat your ass until you cannot walk anymore. You want to mention my family? Do it but I took one of yours easily. That's what makes me a better champion. You do all the talk, and I walk the walk. See you soon bitch.
It shut off and Clep sat there broken. His chest puffing in and out, faster and faster until he belted out.
Clep JJ OG: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Lazy J: Listen...please...I do not have my much time.
This sweaty fat old white fellow. His chest was leaking blood, it also leaked from the right corner of his lip. The greasy bastard finally deserved what was coming to him and Clep leaned at his side holding onto that bloody Burger King greased hand.
Lazy J: You cannot win.
Zero Tolerance is over and you, Crazy J, you're worthless. He made it clear that matter how hard you try to beat him in the ring, your future is useless. All your tactics will fail, your skills in the ring will leave you parallel to his almighty mercy and when you lose the WCF Hardcore Championship, Zero Tolerance will lose everything. Fear him Crazy J and fear him so much.
You must use the last of your unoriginal and shitty promoing to maybe distract him enough and set him in a rage but as of now, he's more motivated to take back what he's never lost. I understand you magically got information of his travel plans, his pregant girlfriend, Kaitlyn Curran, and two daughters, Serenity and Athena. Use all the cheap heat and tactics you can to convince everyone that you have this in the bag but my vision is clear. The moment that bell is rung, you will die inside that ring. Your days of choosing opponents to defend your championship will be over and your days of creating terrible gimmick championships such as the Zero Tolerance will cease. You're so worthless that none of you could even be contending for your own stable's championship. Or the fact that his performance at XIII outshines everything you did in your career.
If you do manage to survive, leave the WCF. You're a cancer, a plague, you contribute nothing to the company. I've watched you grow up from your father molesting you along with your uncles, you becoming apart of the Juggalo society because you couldn't hack it on Youtube Make-Up Tutorials. I even watched you grow up practicing Joey Flash promos, Corey Black Burning Hammers and Andre Holmes' Hardcore Championship entrances. How did you change into this man? This Zero Tolerance cheap heat, failed heel that can't even get a decent crowd reaction when you wrestle?
You were wise to be a coward in the Tag Team match against Andre Holmes and Wade Moor. He would have destroyed you right there. Very smart to use CJ Phoenix as a scapegoat. Hide Crazy J. All your accomplishments, your AWA bullshit, your 20 time Hardcore Championships, World and Universal championships are all meaningless compared to him. Run Crazy J.
Oh god, It's happening!
I'm about to die!
No! No! No!
He passed away and Clep buried his forehead into the back of his hand weeping like the little bitch he is. Zero Tolerance lost a great member, the only member that posed a threat in the company. However, the television started acting funny. It changed from the static messages to a more clear picture. Clep looked straight into the TV to see Andre Holmes sitting on a chair with the original WCF Hardcore Championship belt hoisted over his right shoulder. He pointed into the camera and Clep felt like he was speaking to him directly.
Andre Holmes: It's as I said Crazy J. You run and things will happen. Rise Up, I will beat your ass until you cannot walk anymore. You want to mention my family? Do it but I took one of yours easily. That's what makes me a better champion. You do all the talk, and I walk the walk. See you soon bitch.
It shut off and Clep sat there broken. His chest puffing in and out, faster and faster until he belted out.
Clep JJ OG: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
© Relentless Industries