Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 25, 2017 17:58:24 GMT -5
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Houston, Texas. Clep was on a path of vengeance after losing the most important member of Zero Tolerance. Lazy J was taken by the hands of Andre Holmes who went straight to Brooklyn, New York to score a one up. When one insults a father's lover and kids, all hopes of honor and respect are out the window. Andre Holmes doesn't want to win the Hardcore Title match anymore, he wants to kill Crazy J at Rise Up and erase his entire existence from the promotion. Clep despised his old name, Crazy J, it reminded him of the terrible wrestler and person he used to be. Memories at a young age being molested by his father, step fathers and even his uncles that he carried the genetics of being a pedophile. He grew an addiction of sleeping with children as he already stated in his promo, going after the children of Andre Holmes. Serenity and Athena were his next targets so Snitchy McSalem gave him the hook up. McSalem was from Houston, Texas as well and gathered all the information on where he lived.
Clep parked right outside his house in a broken down 1994 Toyota Corolla spray painted in pitch black. His hands were off the driver's wheel and he pulled down the black mask covering his entire face except the three holes cut out to see and talk. Wearing all black jackets, shirt, pants and shoes, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door while pressing the communicator against his ear. Snitchy McSalem set up the technology and guided him to the front door already explaining the situation.
Snitchy McSalem: Aye man, you readin'?
Clep JJ OG: Nigga I can't read. Why you think I gotta have you do it for me?
Snitchy McSalem: Nah nah, you hearin' me fool?
Clep JJ OG: Yeah fool. I read ya. Whatchu' got for me b?
Snitchy McSalem: Aight, you gon' go up to the front door and just open it. Disabled the security system so you gud' nig.
Clep JJ OG: Man, chu a genius. Why you choose to be a wrestler fool?
Snitchy McSalem: Too lazy. RIP Lazy J, real niggas.
Clep JJ OG: Aight. Creep up to the frunt doe, and open it. Clep, out.
Clep bent down and kept in cover. Once he got to the front door, he slowly and softly grasped the door handle until the door opened revealing Andre in front of it pointing a shotgun straight into the face of Clep.
Clep JJ OG: Oh shit...
He feel to his knees, hands raised and then Andre put the barrel of the shotgun against his forehead. Clep pissed himself, the urine running down his legs and soaking his black pants. This was it and Andre held that shotgun against his right shoulder, left finger almost pulling the trigger back. Every word he said could be his last so Clep actually listened to his brain (for once) and closed his eyes. Andre nodded his head, smiling how easy for Clep to fall to the will of a champion like warrior. After all, Andre Holmes would never kneel, he would rather die a man standing on two feet then live his life on his knees. Clep never understood what that meant and so these words spoken to him even made it more sweet for Andre to emphasize how much this opportunity to put the champion in his knees meant.
Andre Holmes: Did you really think it would be that easy? Coming all the way to my home and trying to screw my daughters you sick pedophile. You know how I got the drop on you ugly ZT motherfuckers? Snitchy McSalem told me everything. Don't look surprised, his name should be the reason alone why he told me. He's a snitch but he's probably the only guy that could give me a run for my money besides Lazy J but he's dead. Sorry about that, I never liked the guy. Locking up children in the basement, funding twenty dollars a year for your operation and then cheating his way behind the scenes to make you champion.
None of that will matter once Rise Up hits the fan and you die inside that ring. Do whatever it can to make you look good on the camera because after that bell is rung, I'm going to walk away the rightful WCF Hardcore Champion and continue my reign that was paused by the man you so ever adore. You racist cunt. All that make up behind the mask, all that culture diversity shit you talk about. I'm black but you want to be blacker than me. Why? Is the penis between your legs that small, can you not handle the rich prestige and superior genetics of my race? You're a fucking loser and you know it. Even now with the shotgun to your face, you say nothing. You don't even attempt to fight, you just stand there shaking behind your skin and pissed all over my welcome mat you sick fuck. You disrespect me, you shame your parents and you shame Zero Tolerance. I'm going to kill you at Rise Up, I won't kill you now Clep. I'm going to see you in New York.
You want to be black? Good. Become a battle rapper and I'll show you how talented you exposing you in front of the entire world. I'll have #CreachCrew and Bloodtheon with me. They'll be there to laugh in your face as you lose again to me. Now never show up here again!
Andre smacked the end of the shotgun into the head of Clep and he fall back into his puddle of piss nearly unconscious. The door was slammed shut and the challenge was made. Brooklyn, New York. URL: Battle Rap. This is going to be one hell of a show.
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Clep parked right outside his house in a broken down 1994 Toyota Corolla spray painted in pitch black. His hands were off the driver's wheel and he pulled down the black mask covering his entire face except the three holes cut out to see and talk. Wearing all black jackets, shirt, pants and shoes, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door while pressing the communicator against his ear. Snitchy McSalem set up the technology and guided him to the front door already explaining the situation.
Snitchy McSalem: Aye man, you readin'?
Clep JJ OG: Nigga I can't read. Why you think I gotta have you do it for me?
Snitchy McSalem: Nah nah, you hearin' me fool?
Clep JJ OG: Yeah fool. I read ya. Whatchu' got for me b?
Snitchy McSalem: Aight, you gon' go up to the front door and just open it. Disabled the security system so you gud' nig.
Clep JJ OG: Man, chu a genius. Why you choose to be a wrestler fool?
Snitchy McSalem: Too lazy. RIP Lazy J, real niggas.
Clep JJ OG: Aight. Creep up to the frunt doe, and open it. Clep, out.
Clep bent down and kept in cover. Once he got to the front door, he slowly and softly grasped the door handle until the door opened revealing Andre in front of it pointing a shotgun straight into the face of Clep.
Clep JJ OG: Oh shit...
He feel to his knees, hands raised and then Andre put the barrel of the shotgun against his forehead. Clep pissed himself, the urine running down his legs and soaking his black pants. This was it and Andre held that shotgun against his right shoulder, left finger almost pulling the trigger back. Every word he said could be his last so Clep actually listened to his brain (for once) and closed his eyes. Andre nodded his head, smiling how easy for Clep to fall to the will of a champion like warrior. After all, Andre Holmes would never kneel, he would rather die a man standing on two feet then live his life on his knees. Clep never understood what that meant and so these words spoken to him even made it more sweet for Andre to emphasize how much this opportunity to put the champion in his knees meant.
Andre Holmes: Did you really think it would be that easy? Coming all the way to my home and trying to screw my daughters you sick pedophile. You know how I got the drop on you ugly ZT motherfuckers? Snitchy McSalem told me everything. Don't look surprised, his name should be the reason alone why he told me. He's a snitch but he's probably the only guy that could give me a run for my money besides Lazy J but he's dead. Sorry about that, I never liked the guy. Locking up children in the basement, funding twenty dollars a year for your operation and then cheating his way behind the scenes to make you champion.
None of that will matter once Rise Up hits the fan and you die inside that ring. Do whatever it can to make you look good on the camera because after that bell is rung, I'm going to walk away the rightful WCF Hardcore Champion and continue my reign that was paused by the man you so ever adore. You racist cunt. All that make up behind the mask, all that culture diversity shit you talk about. I'm black but you want to be blacker than me. Why? Is the penis between your legs that small, can you not handle the rich prestige and superior genetics of my race? You're a fucking loser and you know it. Even now with the shotgun to your face, you say nothing. You don't even attempt to fight, you just stand there shaking behind your skin and pissed all over my welcome mat you sick fuck. You disrespect me, you shame your parents and you shame Zero Tolerance. I'm going to kill you at Rise Up, I won't kill you now Clep. I'm going to see you in New York.
You want to be black? Good. Become a battle rapper and I'll show you how talented you exposing you in front of the entire world. I'll have #CreachCrew and Bloodtheon with me. They'll be there to laugh in your face as you lose again to me. Now never show up here again!
Andre smacked the end of the shotgun into the head of Clep and he fall back into his puddle of piss nearly unconscious. The door was slammed shut and the challenge was made. Brooklyn, New York. URL: Battle Rap. This is going to be one hell of a show.
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