Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 28, 2017 17:59:47 GMT -5
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How long could a human be locked inside a box, darkness befriending him everywhere? Clep JJ OG was stuck inside that small cell with a terrible bed, a sink, toilet and that's it. He just lied down on the bed in that orange jumpsuit, the clock ticking from the lobby. Each click of the hand striking every second rattled the interiors of his mind. Clep was paying his debt to society; After trying to break into Andre's home and force himself onto his children, Chris Hansen was called by his own daughter, Claire, putting an end to his vile schemes. Don't ever mess with a father's children unless you want to pay the ultimate price of death. That's something every man who has a child or wants to have a child should know. The power of a father goes way beyond the natural skills or talents of a human being, the power to inspire, empower or even destroy. It all rests to pass down knowledge to the child but Clep was never fortunate to have such a father like Andre Holmes. It hurt him every second watching other fathers roam around freely and happily with their children. He was never chosen to have kids of his home, that drove him to madness.
On that hard bed, Clep kept punching the hard pillow. He was tired of living in this prison, keeping his spirit in check. His skin deteriorating every second, his intelligence falling below standards, eyes becoming more bloodshot, hair growing out of control. He wasn't human anymore, an animal is what he has become. Clep started rubbing his finger against the cold concrete and thought about what he would do at Rise Up when he got out. It was past midnight and Clep was ordered to stay in his cell, fall asleep, follow the daily routine of being told what to do. Are his brothers coming for him, is anyone? Claire abandoned him at his time of need and Zero Tolerance is falling out of place. Everything is crashing down, everything he built being demolished under the power of Andre Holmes. He couldn't blame his opponent, he blamed himself. This was the example he was leaving behind for the future generations of Zero Tolerance to fall. All leading behind bars with two horrible meals a day and defending your life from the psychopaths locked inside with you.
Clep JJ OG: I can't stay here. I need to get out, there must be a way out. Please Lord, here my prayer. Get me out, I will kill myself if I have too.
Clep placed that pillow against his face and muffled his screams. In a cell just by himself, the silence was his true best friends. The bars were becoming people, he kept hearing the pitter patter of the water tapping against the sink. This type of environment one would think Zero Tolerance would strive in. Isolated away from society, a place for them to control and prosper in. Zero Tolerance were never accepted in the world rather than Clep JJ OG who fought his way pass the hardship he endured. However, this hardship finally won. Locked out from life and can't fuckin' escape; The path that only a mad man would choose to live the rest of his days in. Tapping of the bars was heard and Clep lift his head up from the pillow to see a security guard walking down the aisle dragging his nightstick against the bars. Every click pissed him off more and more, slamming his hands against his ears, pressing them to block out the sounds. The security guard stopped at Clep's cell and unlocked it before opening the door.
Security: Clep. Get up!
Clep JJ OG: Why?
Security: You made bail.
Clep JJ OG: What?
Security: You heard me, you made bail. Grab what you need and get ready for processing.
Clep sat up from the hard bed and his back nearly cracked. He rubbed his hands on his back then shifted his leg off the bed before standing up on the cold concrete floor. With his slippers on, he looked up to the ceiling and stretched out his arms. Finally, he was making it out of here. God answered his prayers and Clep turned on the sink to wash his face then had one long stare into the mirror. It was about time he got out and damn sure about time he was able to step back into the real world. There is nothing better than knowing your freedom has been secured and walking away from a place that is almost close to Hell. The question is, who paid the bail? Did his brothers from Zero Tolerance finally have the courage to get him out? He was looking forward to meeting his family again. Clep walked down the aisle carrying what he needed and followed behind the security. He was getting out, only him that night. The spotlight on Clep JJ OG.
As security opened the gate to another hallway, Clep started noticing something was weird. They weren't going in the usual direction to the exit but more to a room. A room where the officer opened the door and escorted Clep inside. In that small room, a light bulb was swaying back and forth over a table and a chair. Clep placed his items on the table and sat down on the chair as instructed. What is going on? The light bulb only shined on the table and chair, no where else. It was all pitch black around then BOOM! The door was slammed shut and locked. Clep's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, a drip of sweat running down the side of his face. He looked all around with those bloodshot eyes of his and still couldn't see anything. In front of him, he heard noises.
Clep JJ OG: What's going on? Anyone there? Hello?
A bright light shined in front of him, Clep raised his right arm to block it. When the light dimmed him, he saw a shadow standing a few feet away. Behind a glass, the shadow had his arms behind his back standing at attention. It didn't move for moments and Clep looked both ways before back to the shadow. He leaned in closer for a better view but nothing worked, it was just there.
Clep JJ OG: Hello?
Hello Crazy J.
Clep JJ OG: That's not my name anymore.
Is it? Why have you changed your name? Are you ashamed of it? Crazy J.
Clep JJ OG: Don't patronize me whoever you are.
Ironic. You're stuck inside a room that you have no idea. Sat behind a table speaking to a shadow and you're the one giving demands? I think we both know you have no power here nor any authority to issue demands under this type of fuckin' hour. I do however implore that you watch your tone with me as I am a very volatile individual. I'll be having a very nice calm discussion with you about very discreet topics and I DO want honest answers. Understand?
Clep JJ OG: Fuck you. I'm not telling you shit so if you're going to kill me, kill me. I have nothing more to live for anyways.
Like I said, you have no authority to issue demands. I know you are slow but never pictured you to be half deaf. Crazy J, the WCF Hardcore Champion, locked away in a prison just making bail thanks to me. Yes J, I bailed you out because I deserve to have a few words with you. Your freedom means nothing to me and nothing to the world. Society doesn't care about you. The world doesn't give a shit about you. You're a scumbag who they want to throw in right back the moment you get out? Understand why? You hold something that you stole a long time ago, over one hundred days ago. The WCF Hardcore Championship is a prized possession in your promotion and has history that shatters the realms of this universe. Honor, and respect all faded away when you won it and you haven't done a damn thing to preserve that legacy. That my friend is automatic grounds for death, expulsion from life. You were given life, the chance to be better than your father and you blew it. You had the opportunity to uplift the Hardcore Division and you blew it. Now at Rise Up, you're going against the man that has everything to make the Hardcore Division great again and here you are standing before me like a prey chained to a bear trap. You disgust me Crazy J, you disgust the entire WCF roster. You disgust Mr. Lerch and more importantly, you disgust Zero Tolerance. You're a disgrace and you must be destroyed. How does this make you feel?
Clep JJ OG: FUCK YOU! OKAY, FUCK YOU! FUCK WHOEVER YOU ARE AND GO TO HELL! YOU DON'T DARE TELL ME ABOUT WHO I AM! FUCK YOU!
Even now as you struggle and scream, you've already accepted the terms of your fate. A fate that you knew you could never escape and now it haunts you until the day of reckoning has come. Crazy J will be publicly executed at Rise up this Sunday in front of the Philadelphia fans. It must be excruciating pain, knowing one's death date but seeing death in the face before coming into it must be even worse. You really thought you could cheat death and not get away? You haven't watched Final Destination. Death is certain, time is never. Are you going to argue your case about that? However, there is that minuscule opportunity you know you're going to die. When, where and how like a laid out blueprint before your eyes on that very table you sit at. You constructed the plans, you made the foundation and you gave him the okay to dig the knife deeper into your flesh Crazy J. Who is to blame at the feast? Him or you because if I were you, I wouldn't provoke a beast who is hungry? Especially when I'm the main course.
Clep JJ OG: ...WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME ALL OF THIS?! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THIS ALREADY?! WHY REPEAT IT TO ME?! WHY?!?!?!?!
Because Crazy J. The inevitable surely has a way of creating instant Karma. You spent all your days preaching how he is entitled, how his skin color makes him the inferior part of society or how his demise will be from your hands when in reality, it was the other way around. You put yourself in the hot seat and now you're burned. Walking on thin ice as Rise Up gets closer and closer. He's coming for you and he's hungry hence why he doesn't need to pay attention to your god awful words. The words themselves struggle to roll off your tongue and that's because of the fear he brings out in you. You fear him, deep down inside, you fear him. It's okay to admit it, it will lift more weight off your shoulders but come Sunday, he will not spare you nor show you any mercy. He will come and rip you apart limb from limb.
Clep JJ OG: No...
Yes Crazy J. You did it. You provoked the beast and he's coming to step inside the ring with you. Once the bell rings, it will be war. The two of you will brawl, scratch, claw, use all the weapons at your disposal. Blood shall be shed, hearts shall be tested, wills shall be put on trial. The sadistic nature shall be brought out from the both of you but only the strongest will survive. Crazy J, Andre Holmes is coming for you and you'll never knew when he'll strike...even if it's inside the room behind you.
On that hard bed, Clep kept punching the hard pillow. He was tired of living in this prison, keeping his spirit in check. His skin deteriorating every second, his intelligence falling below standards, eyes becoming more bloodshot, hair growing out of control. He wasn't human anymore, an animal is what he has become. Clep started rubbing his finger against the cold concrete and thought about what he would do at Rise Up when he got out. It was past midnight and Clep was ordered to stay in his cell, fall asleep, follow the daily routine of being told what to do. Are his brothers coming for him, is anyone? Claire abandoned him at his time of need and Zero Tolerance is falling out of place. Everything is crashing down, everything he built being demolished under the power of Andre Holmes. He couldn't blame his opponent, he blamed himself. This was the example he was leaving behind for the future generations of Zero Tolerance to fall. All leading behind bars with two horrible meals a day and defending your life from the psychopaths locked inside with you.
Clep JJ OG: I can't stay here. I need to get out, there must be a way out. Please Lord, here my prayer. Get me out, I will kill myself if I have too.
Clep placed that pillow against his face and muffled his screams. In a cell just by himself, the silence was his true best friends. The bars were becoming people, he kept hearing the pitter patter of the water tapping against the sink. This type of environment one would think Zero Tolerance would strive in. Isolated away from society, a place for them to control and prosper in. Zero Tolerance were never accepted in the world rather than Clep JJ OG who fought his way pass the hardship he endured. However, this hardship finally won. Locked out from life and can't fuckin' escape; The path that only a mad man would choose to live the rest of his days in. Tapping of the bars was heard and Clep lift his head up from the pillow to see a security guard walking down the aisle dragging his nightstick against the bars. Every click pissed him off more and more, slamming his hands against his ears, pressing them to block out the sounds. The security guard stopped at Clep's cell and unlocked it before opening the door.
Security: Clep. Get up!
Clep JJ OG: Why?
Security: You made bail.
Clep JJ OG: What?
Security: You heard me, you made bail. Grab what you need and get ready for processing.
Clep sat up from the hard bed and his back nearly cracked. He rubbed his hands on his back then shifted his leg off the bed before standing up on the cold concrete floor. With his slippers on, he looked up to the ceiling and stretched out his arms. Finally, he was making it out of here. God answered his prayers and Clep turned on the sink to wash his face then had one long stare into the mirror. It was about time he got out and damn sure about time he was able to step back into the real world. There is nothing better than knowing your freedom has been secured and walking away from a place that is almost close to Hell. The question is, who paid the bail? Did his brothers from Zero Tolerance finally have the courage to get him out? He was looking forward to meeting his family again. Clep walked down the aisle carrying what he needed and followed behind the security. He was getting out, only him that night. The spotlight on Clep JJ OG.
As security opened the gate to another hallway, Clep started noticing something was weird. They weren't going in the usual direction to the exit but more to a room. A room where the officer opened the door and escorted Clep inside. In that small room, a light bulb was swaying back and forth over a table and a chair. Clep placed his items on the table and sat down on the chair as instructed. What is going on? The light bulb only shined on the table and chair, no where else. It was all pitch black around then BOOM! The door was slammed shut and locked. Clep's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, a drip of sweat running down the side of his face. He looked all around with those bloodshot eyes of his and still couldn't see anything. In front of him, he heard noises.
Clep JJ OG: What's going on? Anyone there? Hello?
A bright light shined in front of him, Clep raised his right arm to block it. When the light dimmed him, he saw a shadow standing a few feet away. Behind a glass, the shadow had his arms behind his back standing at attention. It didn't move for moments and Clep looked both ways before back to the shadow. He leaned in closer for a better view but nothing worked, it was just there.
Clep JJ OG: Hello?
Hello Crazy J.
Clep JJ OG: That's not my name anymore.
Is it? Why have you changed your name? Are you ashamed of it? Crazy J.
Clep JJ OG: Don't patronize me whoever you are.
Ironic. You're stuck inside a room that you have no idea. Sat behind a table speaking to a shadow and you're the one giving demands? I think we both know you have no power here nor any authority to issue demands under this type of fuckin' hour. I do however implore that you watch your tone with me as I am a very volatile individual. I'll be having a very nice calm discussion with you about very discreet topics and I DO want honest answers. Understand?
Clep JJ OG: Fuck you. I'm not telling you shit so if you're going to kill me, kill me. I have nothing more to live for anyways.
Like I said, you have no authority to issue demands. I know you are slow but never pictured you to be half deaf. Crazy J, the WCF Hardcore Champion, locked away in a prison just making bail thanks to me. Yes J, I bailed you out because I deserve to have a few words with you. Your freedom means nothing to me and nothing to the world. Society doesn't care about you. The world doesn't give a shit about you. You're a scumbag who they want to throw in right back the moment you get out? Understand why? You hold something that you stole a long time ago, over one hundred days ago. The WCF Hardcore Championship is a prized possession in your promotion and has history that shatters the realms of this universe. Honor, and respect all faded away when you won it and you haven't done a damn thing to preserve that legacy. That my friend is automatic grounds for death, expulsion from life. You were given life, the chance to be better than your father and you blew it. You had the opportunity to uplift the Hardcore Division and you blew it. Now at Rise Up, you're going against the man that has everything to make the Hardcore Division great again and here you are standing before me like a prey chained to a bear trap. You disgust me Crazy J, you disgust the entire WCF roster. You disgust Mr. Lerch and more importantly, you disgust Zero Tolerance. You're a disgrace and you must be destroyed. How does this make you feel?
Clep JJ OG: FUCK YOU! OKAY, FUCK YOU! FUCK WHOEVER YOU ARE AND GO TO HELL! YOU DON'T DARE TELL ME ABOUT WHO I AM! FUCK YOU!
Even now as you struggle and scream, you've already accepted the terms of your fate. A fate that you knew you could never escape and now it haunts you until the day of reckoning has come. Crazy J will be publicly executed at Rise up this Sunday in front of the Philadelphia fans. It must be excruciating pain, knowing one's death date but seeing death in the face before coming into it must be even worse. You really thought you could cheat death and not get away? You haven't watched Final Destination. Death is certain, time is never. Are you going to argue your case about that? However, there is that minuscule opportunity you know you're going to die. When, where and how like a laid out blueprint before your eyes on that very table you sit at. You constructed the plans, you made the foundation and you gave him the okay to dig the knife deeper into your flesh Crazy J. Who is to blame at the feast? Him or you because if I were you, I wouldn't provoke a beast who is hungry? Especially when I'm the main course.
Clep JJ OG: ...WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME ALL OF THIS?! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THIS ALREADY?! WHY REPEAT IT TO ME?! WHY?!?!?!?!
Because Crazy J. The inevitable surely has a way of creating instant Karma. You spent all your days preaching how he is entitled, how his skin color makes him the inferior part of society or how his demise will be from your hands when in reality, it was the other way around. You put yourself in the hot seat and now you're burned. Walking on thin ice as Rise Up gets closer and closer. He's coming for you and he's hungry hence why he doesn't need to pay attention to your god awful words. The words themselves struggle to roll off your tongue and that's because of the fear he brings out in you. You fear him, deep down inside, you fear him. It's okay to admit it, it will lift more weight off your shoulders but come Sunday, he will not spare you nor show you any mercy. He will come and rip you apart limb from limb.
Clep JJ OG: No...
Yes Crazy J. You did it. You provoked the beast and he's coming to step inside the ring with you. Once the bell rings, it will be war. The two of you will brawl, scratch, claw, use all the weapons at your disposal. Blood shall be shed, hearts shall be tested, wills shall be put on trial. The sadistic nature shall be brought out from the both of you but only the strongest will survive. Crazy J, Andre Holmes is coming for you and you'll never knew when he'll strike...even if it's inside the room behind you.
To be continued.
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