Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 28, 2017 12:01:56 GMT -5
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Dear Andre Holmes,
Please understand that everything I do is to help you become the next WCF Hardcore Champion. Where do I begin? I grew up poor Mr. Holmes. I never had anything that mattered hence why I look down on black people because they reminded me of my transgressions. They reminded me of the life I grew up from childhood, that abusive father who loved to take advantage me of once every weekend or the mother that was a junkie listening to the most outrageous Horrorcore music made by our cult. In the slums of Brooklyn, we didn't have much. I wasn't even born in a hospital, I was born in the backyard of the projects while my mother was burning cigarettes into her arm. Hence why I'm not always the intelligent one in Zero Tolerance but I make due. I learn here and there about phonics and language arts. I'm doing my best to better myself in society but even some concepts of speaking and writing are just too much for me. You understand? I didn't even the fortunate opportunity to get into High School nor even pass the ninth grade.
Life as a child was pretty rough. My father was a drug dealer and pedophile. Guess you can say I was genetically cursed to be a man surviving off heavy medication and the desire to have sex with my opponent's children. I don't know why I took after him. Maybe he left a mark on my life, scarred every weekend when he couldn't get any pussy from the whores around the corner. Maybe the saying goes, you leave a mark inside them that's why I can't stand fathers. They can be the greatest thing to ever happen to you or they leave with scars, depression and hatred. I don't have a child anymore because of him, he left me to fend myself on the streets. What kind of father does that? Leaving his only child on the streets, fighting day and night for food, kicking him out of the apartment when the next whore barges into his apartment, lying down on her back and spreading her legs wide open for her? I'll tell you exactly the kind of man who does that: my father did and he laughed about it.
I can't look at him again. I can't stand that you were the chosen one to live a good life, raised the right way, go to school and have a family. I don't have that luxury Andre and I grew up living the worst. Why should you have to be blessed and I have to be cursed? They say no matter where you come from, it's the destination of a well lived journey that matters. My journey wasn't pretty, it was ugly. I was stupid enough to listen to Jay Wonderful, Evil of ZT and join Zero Tolerance with all the lies they fed me. I've fucked around so hard as a child Andre. Selling drugs on the side: LSD, Crystal Meth, Cocaine and even Croc. I was forced to do all these things, make enough money and get out while I could. Move to California or a nice little state such as Oklahoma where I could free from all that chaotic bullshit. No more looking over my shoulder, no more running, just living a free comfortable lifestyle with two kids on the front porch playing games while I cook soup for them to eat later.
That was my dream but even dreams can be crushed under the heavy weight of reality. Why is reality against me? Haven't I faced it enough? Hasn't it haunted me from the nightmares in my mind to the depressive state in my life? I almost had a knife to my wrists and cut them Andre. I couldn't live like this, I couldn't. This life is not mean't for human beings, it's the devil's work pulling into my soul. Reaching it's hands deep into my deepest darkest secrets and exposing them for a chorus of laughter to react. I'm terrified of the things I could become. My childhood was plagued by pedophiles, cult leaders, people of the worst. My mother left me to be with my father because I wasn't the son she wanted and my father abandoned to the streets because I failed him as a successor. I wanted to prove him wrong. I went on a spree of fucking little kids, selling the most drugs, starting a business for Zero Tolerance that is making multi-millions. I'm doing all of this just for his approval and my father STILL WON'T RESPOND TO ME! I hate my fathers, I hate all father and I hate them so much that I transferred that hatred all to you.
That's why I hated you. How did you get become such a great father to your children? Serenity and Athena. They are so lucky to have you Andre. You raised them up since you were eighteen years old, spent all your years in the ring to provide a good home in a great neighbourhood, build a business to support yourself and them. I tried to have children but the honest truth:
I'm infertile. I can't have kids Andre, I never will. It hurts me every day knowing that my children can't even leave the sperm sack. You on the other hand, you have twins on the way. Good. Take care of them and nurture them well. You have a very strong family hence why I'm burdened with the urge to take it all away because I myself am jealous of what you can create. God has given you the power to give life and he taken that gift away from me. I cannot fathom why God doesn't want me to breathe life into the woman I fuck or the woman I pay to screw time and time again.
You want to know a story?
My father always told me that one day I would be just like him. A low life motherfucker with no talent and the need to fuck up everything I do. He predicted my future and it became true. You always wan to prove your father wrong when he tells you you can't be something good. They never get the idea that a great life could become true from a bad past. They're stuck in the past so damn much, their heads went straight up their asses. Fuckin' hell. I followed his path and look where I am? I'm facing possibly the end of my career and destroying all hopes that Zero Tolerance could come back. I'm seeing myself when I was ten years old. Another broken boy on the corner getting robbed or beaten by gangs he doesn't even know. It's Deja Vu. Someone with more success, more superiority and talent has come to take all that I know and love away because I was too ignorant to know my sense of worth. It's Deja Vu. I'm getting my ass kicked: consequence for taking what wasn't mine in the first place.
I'm not perfect. Nobody is. Do I deserve to be constantly pushed down? Yes. I brought this life on myself. Locked up in prison for trying to go after your daughters and your pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn. I used all the resources in Zero Tolerance to track them down and reach at your front door. I wanted to be the pedophile my Dad was but when you had the end of the shotgun barrel against my forehead, it made me think. I finally met the man who was going to bring me my demise. The worst of the worst. The Devil's advocate has risen. The Underworld awaited me and Hell would bring me know peace for the sins I committed. I pray to God every day and every night to forgive my sins but even now my prayers are fallen on deaf ears. The prayers of a man who is scared to walk into that ring at Rise Up this Sunday in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Especially against a father of two daughters who is known for destroying every person who has dared come after them. This is why I rather be stuck in this cold cell than inside the ring, I don't want to die Andre. Please don't kill me.
Can I ask a serious question?
Will you do me one last thing before I die inside that ring?
Show me what it's like to experience a father's wrath for the love of his children. Something my father would never do for me. Please, I want to know.
Family is important. I call my brothers, Salem and Jason, sometimes, Snitchy McSalem and Jamal, brothers because those are the closest I have to knowing. They look out for me, protect me and help me when I am down. I wish that I could have grown up beside them in blood and spend my childhood playing in the sandbox trying to build castles in the hot sun. Mother holding my hand as I walk down the park or father playing catch with me. It's all about the timing but eighteen years of my life in the hands of the streets. The cold winds blowing down my back, another Katherine Phoenix, locked in a box for all those years. I never wanted this lifestyle and I never wanted to be on the other side of the fields stuck in the woods fending for myself. Fighting the monsters to even get some food.
What is it like to experience a father's love?
Serenity and Athena must know. I bet they sleep every night knowing that a father like you would never let anyone or anything harm them. They could sleep peacefully, drift away in their dreams and listen to the sounds of the television on low volume. I always had to sleep with one eye open in case someone broke down the doors and tried to force their way on me. Sleep on the ground, a knife under my pillows and prepare for the ultimate battle between life and death. So I wish you that you will heed to my requests. Bring Athena and Serenity to the show, front row seats so I can see the look on their faces. The look of supporting a fighting father putting his life on the line to let them live another day. Taking all the blows, all the shots, all the strikes and all the offense I could give you in the match because I want to know first hand what it's like to witness a father breaking boundaries and lines for the children he loves.
Rise Up. We will meet inside that ring and I will see into those eyes. Those burning hazel eyes, blazing with fire. The demons unleashed of a father. A raging father reaching his hands around my neck and choking the life out of me. It is the duty of a father to protect his children, his family from the threat even if the threat cannot hurt them at all. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, I can't even hurt you. I've tried so much to sway you from your path, remove you from your goals. Nothing works and I am stuck here in this cell until he day of reckoning has come.
Let me die in peace, let me be buried right. Spare my life inside that ring, I beg you. I just only want to see another day and become a better man that my last days on this Earth will not be shameful. When the Lord comes and looks at me, there might be some small chance he will let me enter through the Gates of Heaven. I failed my dad, I failed you and I'll fail Zero Tolerance. I'm sorry Andre.
I'm sorry.
Your inferior,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
Please understand that everything I do is to help you become the next WCF Hardcore Champion. Where do I begin? I grew up poor Mr. Holmes. I never had anything that mattered hence why I look down on black people because they reminded me of my transgressions. They reminded me of the life I grew up from childhood, that abusive father who loved to take advantage me of once every weekend or the mother that was a junkie listening to the most outrageous Horrorcore music made by our cult. In the slums of Brooklyn, we didn't have much. I wasn't even born in a hospital, I was born in the backyard of the projects while my mother was burning cigarettes into her arm. Hence why I'm not always the intelligent one in Zero Tolerance but I make due. I learn here and there about phonics and language arts. I'm doing my best to better myself in society but even some concepts of speaking and writing are just too much for me. You understand? I didn't even the fortunate opportunity to get into High School nor even pass the ninth grade.
Life as a child was pretty rough. My father was a drug dealer and pedophile. Guess you can say I was genetically cursed to be a man surviving off heavy medication and the desire to have sex with my opponent's children. I don't know why I took after him. Maybe he left a mark on my life, scarred every weekend when he couldn't get any pussy from the whores around the corner. Maybe the saying goes, you leave a mark inside them that's why I can't stand fathers. They can be the greatest thing to ever happen to you or they leave with scars, depression and hatred. I don't have a child anymore because of him, he left me to fend myself on the streets. What kind of father does that? Leaving his only child on the streets, fighting day and night for food, kicking him out of the apartment when the next whore barges into his apartment, lying down on her back and spreading her legs wide open for her? I'll tell you exactly the kind of man who does that: my father did and he laughed about it.
I can't look at him again. I can't stand that you were the chosen one to live a good life, raised the right way, go to school and have a family. I don't have that luxury Andre and I grew up living the worst. Why should you have to be blessed and I have to be cursed? They say no matter where you come from, it's the destination of a well lived journey that matters. My journey wasn't pretty, it was ugly. I was stupid enough to listen to Jay Wonderful, Evil of ZT and join Zero Tolerance with all the lies they fed me. I've fucked around so hard as a child Andre. Selling drugs on the side: LSD, Crystal Meth, Cocaine and even Croc. I was forced to do all these things, make enough money and get out while I could. Move to California or a nice little state such as Oklahoma where I could free from all that chaotic bullshit. No more looking over my shoulder, no more running, just living a free comfortable lifestyle with two kids on the front porch playing games while I cook soup for them to eat later.
That was my dream but even dreams can be crushed under the heavy weight of reality. Why is reality against me? Haven't I faced it enough? Hasn't it haunted me from the nightmares in my mind to the depressive state in my life? I almost had a knife to my wrists and cut them Andre. I couldn't live like this, I couldn't. This life is not mean't for human beings, it's the devil's work pulling into my soul. Reaching it's hands deep into my deepest darkest secrets and exposing them for a chorus of laughter to react. I'm terrified of the things I could become. My childhood was plagued by pedophiles, cult leaders, people of the worst. My mother left me to be with my father because I wasn't the son she wanted and my father abandoned to the streets because I failed him as a successor. I wanted to prove him wrong. I went on a spree of fucking little kids, selling the most drugs, starting a business for Zero Tolerance that is making multi-millions. I'm doing all of this just for his approval and my father STILL WON'T RESPOND TO ME! I hate my fathers, I hate all father and I hate them so much that I transferred that hatred all to you.
That's why I hated you. How did you get become such a great father to your children? Serenity and Athena. They are so lucky to have you Andre. You raised them up since you were eighteen years old, spent all your years in the ring to provide a good home in a great neighbourhood, build a business to support yourself and them. I tried to have children but the honest truth:
I'm infertile. I can't have kids Andre, I never will. It hurts me every day knowing that my children can't even leave the sperm sack. You on the other hand, you have twins on the way. Good. Take care of them and nurture them well. You have a very strong family hence why I'm burdened with the urge to take it all away because I myself am jealous of what you can create. God has given you the power to give life and he taken that gift away from me. I cannot fathom why God doesn't want me to breathe life into the woman I fuck or the woman I pay to screw time and time again.
You want to know a story?
My father always told me that one day I would be just like him. A low life motherfucker with no talent and the need to fuck up everything I do. He predicted my future and it became true. You always wan to prove your father wrong when he tells you you can't be something good. They never get the idea that a great life could become true from a bad past. They're stuck in the past so damn much, their heads went straight up their asses. Fuckin' hell. I followed his path and look where I am? I'm facing possibly the end of my career and destroying all hopes that Zero Tolerance could come back. I'm seeing myself when I was ten years old. Another broken boy on the corner getting robbed or beaten by gangs he doesn't even know. It's Deja Vu. Someone with more success, more superiority and talent has come to take all that I know and love away because I was too ignorant to know my sense of worth. It's Deja Vu. I'm getting my ass kicked: consequence for taking what wasn't mine in the first place.
I'm not perfect. Nobody is. Do I deserve to be constantly pushed down? Yes. I brought this life on myself. Locked up in prison for trying to go after your daughters and your pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn. I used all the resources in Zero Tolerance to track them down and reach at your front door. I wanted to be the pedophile my Dad was but when you had the end of the shotgun barrel against my forehead, it made me think. I finally met the man who was going to bring me my demise. The worst of the worst. The Devil's advocate has risen. The Underworld awaited me and Hell would bring me know peace for the sins I committed. I pray to God every day and every night to forgive my sins but even now my prayers are fallen on deaf ears. The prayers of a man who is scared to walk into that ring at Rise Up this Sunday in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Especially against a father of two daughters who is known for destroying every person who has dared come after them. This is why I rather be stuck in this cold cell than inside the ring, I don't want to die Andre. Please don't kill me.
Can I ask a serious question?
Will you do me one last thing before I die inside that ring?
Show me what it's like to experience a father's wrath for the love of his children. Something my father would never do for me. Please, I want to know.
Family is important. I call my brothers, Salem and Jason, sometimes, Snitchy McSalem and Jamal, brothers because those are the closest I have to knowing. They look out for me, protect me and help me when I am down. I wish that I could have grown up beside them in blood and spend my childhood playing in the sandbox trying to build castles in the hot sun. Mother holding my hand as I walk down the park or father playing catch with me. It's all about the timing but eighteen years of my life in the hands of the streets. The cold winds blowing down my back, another Katherine Phoenix, locked in a box for all those years. I never wanted this lifestyle and I never wanted to be on the other side of the fields stuck in the woods fending for myself. Fighting the monsters to even get some food.
What is it like to experience a father's love?
Serenity and Athena must know. I bet they sleep every night knowing that a father like you would never let anyone or anything harm them. They could sleep peacefully, drift away in their dreams and listen to the sounds of the television on low volume. I always had to sleep with one eye open in case someone broke down the doors and tried to force their way on me. Sleep on the ground, a knife under my pillows and prepare for the ultimate battle between life and death. So I wish you that you will heed to my requests. Bring Athena and Serenity to the show, front row seats so I can see the look on their faces. The look of supporting a fighting father putting his life on the line to let them live another day. Taking all the blows, all the shots, all the strikes and all the offense I could give you in the match because I want to know first hand what it's like to witness a father breaking boundaries and lines for the children he loves.
Rise Up. We will meet inside that ring and I will see into those eyes. Those burning hazel eyes, blazing with fire. The demons unleashed of a father. A raging father reaching his hands around my neck and choking the life out of me. It is the duty of a father to protect his children, his family from the threat even if the threat cannot hurt them at all. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, I can't even hurt you. I've tried so much to sway you from your path, remove you from your goals. Nothing works and I am stuck here in this cell until he day of reckoning has come.
Let me die in peace, let me be buried right. Spare my life inside that ring, I beg you. I just only want to see another day and become a better man that my last days on this Earth will not be shameful. When the Lord comes and looks at me, there might be some small chance he will let me enter through the Gates of Heaven. I failed my dad, I failed you and I'll fail Zero Tolerance. I'm sorry Andre.
I'm sorry.
Your inferior,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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