Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 28, 2017 13:38:58 GMT -5
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Dear Andre Holmes,
Zero Tolerance. We started with nothing. Three guys sitting around a fire on the sidewalk under the glistening moonlight as passers by scoffed and rolled their eyes at us. They judged us before they even knew us; We had ideas that could change the entire world. Ideas that could make us a lot of money in the future but as much as we tried to get the world to listen, it wouldn't. The world doesn't pay attention to people who are slums, they listen to all the money makers, the people who society says they have a great look. Looks. We never had a look, common faces that couldn't be even kept clean on a daily basis. We were just young adults struggling to make eight dollars an hour, fired from many jobs and more jobs wouldn't hire us. We were different, losers, douche bags, assholes, the worst of the worst. We loved being what they called us, it was our way of life so why tell us what we are and then deny us the opportunity to prove you wrong?
Because...we weren't proving them wrong. We were proving them right.
If we couldn't push down the ideas to the big corporations, we had to become the big corporation. Zero Tolerance wasn't only a stable, it was a business that we made from the ground up. We took it to the streets first then started our operation. It all began with selling weed around the corner, gaining a few loyal customers who had all the cash in their big pockets. Starting in the small regions then working our way up to becoming a whole community of people selling drugs to every house. You never knew who were the potheads, the addicts but we treated them like rats. You leave the food and the dirt out, they'll stay around and multiply. Birds leave their next to travel, rats come together and make their nets bigger. A saying of the Disney movie, "Ratatouille", that made sense. The more we continued to sell, the more our power grew. The more we fuckin' took out all the competition until we were the prime seller of drugs in that small community. We thought to ourselves, why stop there? Maybe we can grow bigger and take on the world. The world that shut us out when we were young and spit in their faces back. Let them know how it feels to be exiled just because you don't fit the regime or push on the agenda of creating something new.
We branched out, joined with other associates. We weren't just selling weed, we went bigger with our operations. Crystal Meth, KMT, PCP, all the other drugs imported from the Black Market. We were growing bigger and bigger but also attracting too much attention. There were times when the FBI or the CIA would learn of our operations and shut down the warehouses. We did our best to outmaneuver them, push away the fuckin' pigs. Cops, one thing we always hated and one thing we always despised. The so called protectors of society. Serve and protect although they were good at beating down criminals and innocent people. We were helping society, letting the people live their addictions in peace as long as the money kept rolling in. A few set backs could never stop the growing potential of Zero Tolerance so power to us. Zero Tolerance became a major hit, a billion dollar corporation with a monthly salary of a million dollars. More than you make Andre but with all that success, what was missing?
We needed to conquer something else. Something, a sport, maybe. A sport that would accept anyone and any who as long as they show the hard work and dedication. It couldn't be Mixed Martial Arts, we were too lazy to learn all the disciplines plus afraid of getting our asses kicked. Foot ball or Soccer, we needed to go to school for a possible future. Universities wouldn't accept of a bunch of drug dealers. We never were that smart so where else? Ahh Professional Wrestling. It was perfect. A bunch of dudes giving everything inside that squared circle, beating their opponents down until they couldn't move. We could be who we want, live how we want, eat what we want, sleep where we went and spit back in the face of society. The society of fans paying money to watch us every week ripping on them for how they did us. The plan was perfect, destroy everyone who was inside that ring and bring them nothing but pain and suffering. Where else could we be allowed do that? Tell me where?
Wrestling Championship Federation. The biggest wrestling promotion in the world that promotes the most dangerous and craziest wrestling environment. If ECW came back, WCF would shut it down. This company allowed as you like a church. Come just as you are and leave as you were. As long as you provided the means necessary to be the best, WCF would push you to it's absolute limit. The very best in the world and we were on our way to reaching that level. Seth Lerch gave us the opportunity, we signed our names on the dotted line. Boom! Welcome to the WCF he said and look where we are now. We are the former WCF Trios Champions and I'm standing here a WCF Hardcore Champion. Compared to all my success in the past, this one feels right at home. I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my career and brought down the greatest performances in that match against Oblivion, Doc Henry and Zombie McMorris. That match welcomed my chance to be a man bigger than my father and helped me realize just how much potential I wasted away when I was younger.
Now.
What else is left?
Zero Tolerance is coming to an end, my Hardcore championship reign is in jeopardy at Rise Up and it's all because of you Andre. All because of you, your little ways of getting back into the title picture. Although I can't blame you. If Seth Lerch fired me when I was on the verge of becoming one of the greatest rookies in the company, I'd be pissed off too. Rising up through the ranks in under five months and then having it all sucked away when the owner got too drunk off shots of Tequila then shredded your contract on national television. Fuckin' hell. I don't understand how any father could come back from that and now here you are. You've returned to the WCF stronger than ever, more championship belts under your resume and even stronger than before. A master of your skills, you've honed your craft, added more to your arsenal while I was too busy defending my belts against weak pathetic opponents. That what separates you from me in this match. I was busy building the illusion, you were busy building the inevitable. Something I could never do and I fear for my life every day because of that mistake. I chose wrong and you chose right.
Was I stupid enough to believe that I was better than you? Really? Is it wrong for a champion to stroke his ego and let people think you're nothing? For the past five days, I've been mocking you and all that you know because deep down inside, I'm scared to lose the only thing that holds any value in my career. I constantly brag about all my achievements just as much as you do but I need the people to know I am legit in this promotion. Do you have any idea how it feels when they mention your name over mine? The legends are supporting you, the fans support you, Seth Lerch supports you and what about Zero Tolerance? Nothing. We're disrespected, insulted and thrown into the trash ever since they returned. Before they came, we were the ones in charge and we were the ones setting the rules until WAR came. WAR, the day Pantheon was formed and the day Zero Tolerance would be thrown off it's game. It's like a DLC character that has all the statistics turned up high, no cheat codes could even beat him. The fuckin' audacity for Seth Lerch pushing for Pantheon to return and now we stand here on our last energy trying to fight back.
To make matters worse, Hellmination and ONE killed all hope for Zero Tolerance. A huge blow dented to our all powerful organization at Hellmination. The stock dropped, the market prices fall, the demand curves went down but at ONE, that's when we knew our business is going under. We lost the WCF Trios Championships to #BeachKrew and Zero Tolerance is down for. You know how bad that blow hit us? We're a joke now. A joke. No one is taking us seriously, we lost to the boys we thought we could beat and they made us look like utter fuckin' fools!
HOW?! We did everything by the rules, we won championships. We did it all and then they came along and took it away like it's nothing. We pushed for the best in the world and did everything in our power to be the greatest group to step inside that ring but apparently, we were wrong again. #BeachKrew showed us we were nothing so please spare me some time in my life to mourn the death of Zero Tolerance. Rise Up, I need to savor the last remaining minutes of what I have which is the WCF Hardcore Championship. At ONE, I held onto this belt and put it all on the line to save it from Wade Moor. He took the WCF Trios Championship but never the WCF Hardcore Championship. It was impossible to take, this belt belongs to me. I need it Andre but apparently, what I need is not up for the subject matter. You're coming into Rise Up to take it. I only ask one thing from you.
Please take good care of it.
The Hardcore Championship. From AWA, I've won twenty other championships just like it but this one, this one has a history like no other. You need to promise me that when you beat me within an inch of my life, you will tell me that you will take care of this belt. Don't ever lose it someone who doesn't deserve it, defend this belt for every year you can. You are the rightful champion with a motherfuckin' attitude that is scary. A dominant ego with a fucking necessity to bury everyone six feet under the ground. So, where do go from now? I'm not done writing this letter but I also want to know how much do you care about this championship match Andre. What is going to happen when you become Hardcore Champion? What is next for you because after the match, I'm leaving WCF. I had my time. I had it all Andre, there's no debating that my career is over. Zero Tolerance is dead and all that is with it. Tell me what do I need to do in order to prove that my last match will be Crazy J stood his ground against Andre Holmes.
The entitlement, the racist card, everything I said leading up to this point. It'll backfire on me and it'll end ruin my words. Inside that very ring, I am nothing compared to you and I'll be released from the cell to meet my death. I only hope that you will let me die honorably and if you choose not to, let me live my last days in peace. The winds are blowing me away and they are cold. The touch of death is upon me and I fear the end may be something more brutal.
Your victim,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
Zero Tolerance. We started with nothing. Three guys sitting around a fire on the sidewalk under the glistening moonlight as passers by scoffed and rolled their eyes at us. They judged us before they even knew us; We had ideas that could change the entire world. Ideas that could make us a lot of money in the future but as much as we tried to get the world to listen, it wouldn't. The world doesn't pay attention to people who are slums, they listen to all the money makers, the people who society says they have a great look. Looks. We never had a look, common faces that couldn't be even kept clean on a daily basis. We were just young adults struggling to make eight dollars an hour, fired from many jobs and more jobs wouldn't hire us. We were different, losers, douche bags, assholes, the worst of the worst. We loved being what they called us, it was our way of life so why tell us what we are and then deny us the opportunity to prove you wrong?
Because...we weren't proving them wrong. We were proving them right.
If we couldn't push down the ideas to the big corporations, we had to become the big corporation. Zero Tolerance wasn't only a stable, it was a business that we made from the ground up. We took it to the streets first then started our operation. It all began with selling weed around the corner, gaining a few loyal customers who had all the cash in their big pockets. Starting in the small regions then working our way up to becoming a whole community of people selling drugs to every house. You never knew who were the potheads, the addicts but we treated them like rats. You leave the food and the dirt out, they'll stay around and multiply. Birds leave their next to travel, rats come together and make their nets bigger. A saying of the Disney movie, "Ratatouille", that made sense. The more we continued to sell, the more our power grew. The more we fuckin' took out all the competition until we were the prime seller of drugs in that small community. We thought to ourselves, why stop there? Maybe we can grow bigger and take on the world. The world that shut us out when we were young and spit in their faces back. Let them know how it feels to be exiled just because you don't fit the regime or push on the agenda of creating something new.
We branched out, joined with other associates. We weren't just selling weed, we went bigger with our operations. Crystal Meth, KMT, PCP, all the other drugs imported from the Black Market. We were growing bigger and bigger but also attracting too much attention. There were times when the FBI or the CIA would learn of our operations and shut down the warehouses. We did our best to outmaneuver them, push away the fuckin' pigs. Cops, one thing we always hated and one thing we always despised. The so called protectors of society. Serve and protect although they were good at beating down criminals and innocent people. We were helping society, letting the people live their addictions in peace as long as the money kept rolling in. A few set backs could never stop the growing potential of Zero Tolerance so power to us. Zero Tolerance became a major hit, a billion dollar corporation with a monthly salary of a million dollars. More than you make Andre but with all that success, what was missing?
We needed to conquer something else. Something, a sport, maybe. A sport that would accept anyone and any who as long as they show the hard work and dedication. It couldn't be Mixed Martial Arts, we were too lazy to learn all the disciplines plus afraid of getting our asses kicked. Foot ball or Soccer, we needed to go to school for a possible future. Universities wouldn't accept of a bunch of drug dealers. We never were that smart so where else? Ahh Professional Wrestling. It was perfect. A bunch of dudes giving everything inside that squared circle, beating their opponents down until they couldn't move. We could be who we want, live how we want, eat what we want, sleep where we went and spit back in the face of society. The society of fans paying money to watch us every week ripping on them for how they did us. The plan was perfect, destroy everyone who was inside that ring and bring them nothing but pain and suffering. Where else could we be allowed do that? Tell me where?
Wrestling Championship Federation. The biggest wrestling promotion in the world that promotes the most dangerous and craziest wrestling environment. If ECW came back, WCF would shut it down. This company allowed as you like a church. Come just as you are and leave as you were. As long as you provided the means necessary to be the best, WCF would push you to it's absolute limit. The very best in the world and we were on our way to reaching that level. Seth Lerch gave us the opportunity, we signed our names on the dotted line. Boom! Welcome to the WCF he said and look where we are now. We are the former WCF Trios Champions and I'm standing here a WCF Hardcore Champion. Compared to all my success in the past, this one feels right at home. I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my career and brought down the greatest performances in that match against Oblivion, Doc Henry and Zombie McMorris. That match welcomed my chance to be a man bigger than my father and helped me realize just how much potential I wasted away when I was younger.
Now.
What else is left?
Zero Tolerance is coming to an end, my Hardcore championship reign is in jeopardy at Rise Up and it's all because of you Andre. All because of you, your little ways of getting back into the title picture. Although I can't blame you. If Seth Lerch fired me when I was on the verge of becoming one of the greatest rookies in the company, I'd be pissed off too. Rising up through the ranks in under five months and then having it all sucked away when the owner got too drunk off shots of Tequila then shredded your contract on national television. Fuckin' hell. I don't understand how any father could come back from that and now here you are. You've returned to the WCF stronger than ever, more championship belts under your resume and even stronger than before. A master of your skills, you've honed your craft, added more to your arsenal while I was too busy defending my belts against weak pathetic opponents. That what separates you from me in this match. I was busy building the illusion, you were busy building the inevitable. Something I could never do and I fear for my life every day because of that mistake. I chose wrong and you chose right.
Was I stupid enough to believe that I was better than you? Really? Is it wrong for a champion to stroke his ego and let people think you're nothing? For the past five days, I've been mocking you and all that you know because deep down inside, I'm scared to lose the only thing that holds any value in my career. I constantly brag about all my achievements just as much as you do but I need the people to know I am legit in this promotion. Do you have any idea how it feels when they mention your name over mine? The legends are supporting you, the fans support you, Seth Lerch supports you and what about Zero Tolerance? Nothing. We're disrespected, insulted and thrown into the trash ever since they returned. Before they came, we were the ones in charge and we were the ones setting the rules until WAR came. WAR, the day Pantheon was formed and the day Zero Tolerance would be thrown off it's game. It's like a DLC character that has all the statistics turned up high, no cheat codes could even beat him. The fuckin' audacity for Seth Lerch pushing for Pantheon to return and now we stand here on our last energy trying to fight back.
To make matters worse, Hellmination and ONE killed all hope for Zero Tolerance. A huge blow dented to our all powerful organization at Hellmination. The stock dropped, the market prices fall, the demand curves went down but at ONE, that's when we knew our business is going under. We lost the WCF Trios Championships to #BeachKrew and Zero Tolerance is down for. You know how bad that blow hit us? We're a joke now. A joke. No one is taking us seriously, we lost to the boys we thought we could beat and they made us look like utter fuckin' fools!
HOW?! We did everything by the rules, we won championships. We did it all and then they came along and took it away like it's nothing. We pushed for the best in the world and did everything in our power to be the greatest group to step inside that ring but apparently, we were wrong again. #BeachKrew showed us we were nothing so please spare me some time in my life to mourn the death of Zero Tolerance. Rise Up, I need to savor the last remaining minutes of what I have which is the WCF Hardcore Championship. At ONE, I held onto this belt and put it all on the line to save it from Wade Moor. He took the WCF Trios Championship but never the WCF Hardcore Championship. It was impossible to take, this belt belongs to me. I need it Andre but apparently, what I need is not up for the subject matter. You're coming into Rise Up to take it. I only ask one thing from you.
Please take good care of it.
The Hardcore Championship. From AWA, I've won twenty other championships just like it but this one, this one has a history like no other. You need to promise me that when you beat me within an inch of my life, you will tell me that you will take care of this belt. Don't ever lose it someone who doesn't deserve it, defend this belt for every year you can. You are the rightful champion with a motherfuckin' attitude that is scary. A dominant ego with a fucking necessity to bury everyone six feet under the ground. So, where do go from now? I'm not done writing this letter but I also want to know how much do you care about this championship match Andre. What is going to happen when you become Hardcore Champion? What is next for you because after the match, I'm leaving WCF. I had my time. I had it all Andre, there's no debating that my career is over. Zero Tolerance is dead and all that is with it. Tell me what do I need to do in order to prove that my last match will be Crazy J stood his ground against Andre Holmes.
The entitlement, the racist card, everything I said leading up to this point. It'll backfire on me and it'll end ruin my words. Inside that very ring, I am nothing compared to you and I'll be released from the cell to meet my death. I only hope that you will let me die honorably and if you choose not to, let me live my last days in peace. The winds are blowing me away and they are cold. The touch of death is upon me and I fear the end may be something more brutal.
Your victim,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
To be continued.
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