Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 26, 2017 20:45:31 GMT -5
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Dear Zero Tolerance,
There's always a point in your lives that you will meet someone better than you. Someone who can take everything you throw at him and still stand. When that someone appears in your life, you have two options: you give in or you learn from your mistakes. My mistake I am paying for and I am living it every day in this hell hole writing to you from this prison cell. I regret the words I said, I regret the things I did in WCF and I regret the crusade I blindly pursued to make Andre Holmes look like the bad guy. We are better men, we need to follow what is best for our business. Zero Tolerance deserves much better thus I have to be the one to leave this group and let you carry on the legacy. Replace it, reshape it and reuse it in the future. Do not allow my name to ruin what we've started, I've turned my back on our true nature and corrupted myself into his vile asshole of a human being.
We first started together as a business. We made our way to the top of the society. Zero Tolerance, the multi-billion business that chaperoned the global economy but we still held to our roots. Our roots of professional wrestling from the AWA days boys. We became champions. World Champion, Universal Champion, Hardcore Champion from then and now here. We had it all and I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to follow in that sense. Coming from the slums of the scraps that our parents left us in to being some of the most influential in the financial world. Yes, we dominated but now all good things must come to an end. I've had such great years roaming the world, defeating the very best they had to offer until WCF provided me with the one thing I longed for. A beautiful death. I didn't care about anyone else except me, after I won the Hardcore Championship, I let my ego take over. Rather than spending every day putting my blood, sweat and tears into the game, I let the game take over me. Now it's time to shut it down and relinquish what was never mine.
When we lost the Trios Championship, I didn't blame myself. I blamed you guys. All I cared for was holding onto that WCF Hardcore Championship. That belt mattered to me more than the lives of you guys. I was selfish. I thought to myself: "Why should I risk everything when my own partners can't hold their own?" I should have been more of a team player and maybe we all still could be WCF Trios Champions. Don't you see guys? I'm the cancer leading Zero Tolerance into the ground. This group has lost it's charisma, it's drive, it's everything. Jason Cash has been tricked into an Adam's Rules match with no chances of winning, Salem Shepard has been irrelevant for God knows how long. Whose fault is that? Mine. I didn't help you when you guys needed me, I wasn't there when you guys begged me for some back up. You've been there on social media when Andre Holmes was exposing me, the manipulative fake untalented racist, because you didn't want Zero Tolerance to end up worse than Thomas Uriel Bates at ONE. We needed to ensure our image would be protected, safe from harm, you guys did that for me and what did I do in return? Absolutely nothing.
Rise Up. The name of the Pay-Per-View in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the 2300 Arena. That's my demise, my location for my burial grounds. The ring my casket, my life's work all crumbling into pieces as I watch him making it down the entrance path after his loud music hits the stereo systems. I saw that same man again in the Tag match and I saw the look in his eyes my brothers. He wanted to take it all, destroy me, ruin what we created, and burn it all to the ground. I'm not ready to meet my maker, I pray every day for Zero Tolerance to be under the safe covers of God. He forsaked us. His Angel of Death was him all along. How can I face that entity? My blood is not on my door, I am a sinner and that man is on a crusade to bury me from the existence of WCF. Never have I faced such an adversary for the WCF Hardcore Championship. He didn't even get a contendership match, all he did was speak his words and it became reality. Not even I, myself, could do that.
My will to you both. I leave everything I own to you. Keep the company afloat and keep our names strong. Tell my tales of how I've fallen to such a powerful man who sought out what I stole from him. Tell the world that I went face to face with the Angel of Death and gave it my all. My life shall be taken but yours won't. You have the power to make this right, and the strength to restore everything to it's normal balance. This cell I'm locked in will be the last thing I ever call a home. Tell them all my brothers how Crazy J went to war with Andre Holmes and fought to his last dying breath. I am sorry. I turned my back on you, I let you guys down. I was never the brother you wanted me to be, never the man you depended on. I was the bitch, the coward, the pussy. Just...take care of my daughter Claire please. Tell her I love her and tell her that she may not find peace in me but she will find peace in learning from Andre Holmes.
Your brother.
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
There's always a point in your lives that you will meet someone better than you. Someone who can take everything you throw at him and still stand. When that someone appears in your life, you have two options: you give in or you learn from your mistakes. My mistake I am paying for and I am living it every day in this hell hole writing to you from this prison cell. I regret the words I said, I regret the things I did in WCF and I regret the crusade I blindly pursued to make Andre Holmes look like the bad guy. We are better men, we need to follow what is best for our business. Zero Tolerance deserves much better thus I have to be the one to leave this group and let you carry on the legacy. Replace it, reshape it and reuse it in the future. Do not allow my name to ruin what we've started, I've turned my back on our true nature and corrupted myself into his vile asshole of a human being.
We first started together as a business. We made our way to the top of the society. Zero Tolerance, the multi-billion business that chaperoned the global economy but we still held to our roots. Our roots of professional wrestling from the AWA days boys. We became champions. World Champion, Universal Champion, Hardcore Champion from then and now here. We had it all and I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to follow in that sense. Coming from the slums of the scraps that our parents left us in to being some of the most influential in the financial world. Yes, we dominated but now all good things must come to an end. I've had such great years roaming the world, defeating the very best they had to offer until WCF provided me with the one thing I longed for. A beautiful death. I didn't care about anyone else except me, after I won the Hardcore Championship, I let my ego take over. Rather than spending every day putting my blood, sweat and tears into the game, I let the game take over me. Now it's time to shut it down and relinquish what was never mine.
When we lost the Trios Championship, I didn't blame myself. I blamed you guys. All I cared for was holding onto that WCF Hardcore Championship. That belt mattered to me more than the lives of you guys. I was selfish. I thought to myself: "Why should I risk everything when my own partners can't hold their own?" I should have been more of a team player and maybe we all still could be WCF Trios Champions. Don't you see guys? I'm the cancer leading Zero Tolerance into the ground. This group has lost it's charisma, it's drive, it's everything. Jason Cash has been tricked into an Adam's Rules match with no chances of winning, Salem Shepard has been irrelevant for God knows how long. Whose fault is that? Mine. I didn't help you when you guys needed me, I wasn't there when you guys begged me for some back up. You've been there on social media when Andre Holmes was exposing me, the manipulative fake untalented racist, because you didn't want Zero Tolerance to end up worse than Thomas Uriel Bates at ONE. We needed to ensure our image would be protected, safe from harm, you guys did that for me and what did I do in return? Absolutely nothing.
Rise Up. The name of the Pay-Per-View in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the 2300 Arena. That's my demise, my location for my burial grounds. The ring my casket, my life's work all crumbling into pieces as I watch him making it down the entrance path after his loud music hits the stereo systems. I saw that same man again in the Tag match and I saw the look in his eyes my brothers. He wanted to take it all, destroy me, ruin what we created, and burn it all to the ground. I'm not ready to meet my maker, I pray every day for Zero Tolerance to be under the safe covers of God. He forsaked us. His Angel of Death was him all along. How can I face that entity? My blood is not on my door, I am a sinner and that man is on a crusade to bury me from the existence of WCF. Never have I faced such an adversary for the WCF Hardcore Championship. He didn't even get a contendership match, all he did was speak his words and it became reality. Not even I, myself, could do that.
My will to you both. I leave everything I own to you. Keep the company afloat and keep our names strong. Tell my tales of how I've fallen to such a powerful man who sought out what I stole from him. Tell the world that I went face to face with the Angel of Death and gave it my all. My life shall be taken but yours won't. You have the power to make this right, and the strength to restore everything to it's normal balance. This cell I'm locked in will be the last thing I ever call a home. Tell them all my brothers how Crazy J went to war with Andre Holmes and fought to his last dying breath. I am sorry. I turned my back on you, I let you guys down. I was never the brother you wanted me to be, never the man you depended on. I was the bitch, the coward, the pussy. Just...take care of my daughter Claire please. Tell her I love her and tell her that she may not find peace in me but she will find peace in learning from Andre Holmes.
Your brother.
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.