Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 28, 2017 20:28:44 GMT -5
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Clep sat down in the chair frozen in time. The words were spoken as the light in front of him was gone, the shadow growing from beyond the glass into the room. It was all silent as the light bulb swaying above his head flickered then gave up. Now that box, that small room, was completely dark and Clep was in the center of the black hole. Sucked through the gravity of pain, torture, the event horizon was just the beginning but the singularity is coming. Where all light is sucked in to that tiny little point in the center and gravity is so thick that all time stops. He felt the air get thicker, his breath slow and soft. The sweat increasing, his face moist. The aura of fear radiating from his soul because he knew those words mean't exactly what he said. Andre wasn't waiting until Rise Up to put his hands on him, he was right behind him. Clep felt his power, his energy, the madness increased tenfold behind him that he didn't even make a move in the chair. Inside, he prayed to God to spare his life but even that prayer was out of the question.
Clep JJ OG: You're the one who bailed me out, you never wanted me to be free. You wanted to kill me here and now. You're here...Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: You're right.
The lights were turned on finally and Clep stood in that chair. Andre was standing behind him, hands behind his back. That dark hoodie over his head revealing that angered face, the hazel eyes burning with the fury of a father who wants to murder the man who mocked him all along. Andre tightened the MMA gloves tightly and Clep JJ sighed. He sprung up off the chair then spun around to try and punch Andre in the face. Unfortunately for him, Andre ducked under the right arm and clocked him in the ribs with a brutal right hook into the ribs. Clep fell onto his knees and gasped for air. The strength of that punch almost knocked him out, Clep was on all fours coughing the life out of him. That punch was inhuman, like a bulldozer destroying a house in one piece. He never cared, Andre walked around him waiting for his next move, testing his spirit against death looking in his face.
Andre Holmes: Do you understand why I am here? You've said enough and now look at you. Just like at Rise Up, you will do your best to fight but I'll always be a step ahead of you Crazy J. You've had exactly six days to convince the world that you would beat me but now I'm here standing over you face to face looking down at a fallen champion who took what was never his. You're pathetic. Crazy J of Zero Tolerance.
He spat down on his face and Clep rubbed it off. After a few moments of collecting his breath, Clep stood on his feet ready to take him on. He leaped forward with a huge right hand swung sloppily and Andre moved to the side. The momentum of the swing threw Clep into the wall where he put his hands up to stop himself going into it. Upon that weak move, he turned around with another swing of the arm but Holmes parried it with his right forearm. He pushed Clep's arm out of the way leaving his chin exposed to eat a strong Straight Right then followed with a wicked Left Uppercut. Clep fell backwards and landed harshly on that cold concrete floor almost out of it. Andre spun the chair around and sat down on it completely unwilling to help Clep off his back. He waited so long to put this motherfucker down and here he is taking the bit old sweet time of it.
Andre Holmes: This must be embarrassing. I really expected more from you Crazy J. I thought with all the one thousand World Championships, Universal Championships, the twenty Hardcore Titles and all your accomplishments in AWA. You would have at least backed up a resume you built in your twenty years of Pro Wrestling right? Why is it so easy to watch you fall? How easy to outsmart you and put you on your ass again? You want to know my friend? You're predictable, another common smug I always beat and you hold no value to ever beat me in a fight. Let alone in a Hardcore Match because I dominated the Hardcore division before you did. I dominated in Professional Wrestling and I'm dominating you in a street fight right now. You pathetic piece of shit.
Andre leaned back in the chair. Muscular chocolate arms covered in that black hoodie sleeves crossed in front of his chest. Clep held onto the table side and looked at Andre while wiping the blood off of his lip. He got back up and once again charged into Andre but his opponent outsmarted him yet again. Andre leaped from that sat position to land a High Knee uppercutting into his chin again. Clep's back slammed into the wall like glue and Andre approached him to start raining back to back uppercuts straight into the body. He got punched over and over until Andre wrapped his hands around his head applying the Muay Thai clinch then started uppercutting his chin with knees. With that grip still locked in, he dragged Clep over before throwing him into the glass. The body shattering the hard material and landing down on the concrete with it deep into his flesh. Andre hopped over the barricade and walked around his cut up body, mutilating him every chance he got. It was fun for him, destroying the man who talk so much shit. Rise Up would be even better.
Clep JJ OG: Damn...you...Andre. I'll make you pay for this at Rise Up.
Andre Holmes: No you won't. You're gonna suffer. I'm going to make you suffer and you're going to squeal like a little Guinea Pig. The Hardcore Championship will be mine once again and you will be gone. The only good thing coming from this is that I'm going to make you eat your words for all the shit you said about my children. Speaking of that, let me give you a little taste of what's to come at Rise Up.
Clep was trying to get back up but the pain was too much. He pressed his hands on the glass shards and pushed his upper body off the floor until standing on his knees. Blood running down his face, trickling down his spine until Andre sidestepped on his left leg with enough momentum to push out his right leg. The end of his boot kicked into the chin of Clep knocking him down onto his right side against the glass shards. Andre stood over his knocked out body, chest going up and down as his fists clenched tighter at his sides. The blood pouring from his body to the glass shatters was such a fascinating sight but although Andre could end it right there, he waited patiently for Rise Up.
Andre Holmes: I'm sparing you for now. I'm sparing you that I can see your face when you lie down exactly in this heap of trash you fuckin' are. I want to see the look of defeat in your eyes when I raise the WCF Hardcore Championship in the air and you finally breathing the words "You were right all along". Go back to Zero Tolerance and tell them what I did to you here. Tell them that their days in the WCF are over and they will because I SAID SO! Crazy J, you've spoken the same thing over and over. You said everything you can about my daughters ,Serenity and Athena, my girlfriend, Kaitlyn Curran, and my future twin sons. You've said everything you can about the color of my skin, disrespecting the black race and preaching about my entitled ego.
Yet.
You're lying here in a pool of your blood. The words you spoke are done for and the words you preached can never be spoken again. My only advice to you is to leave. Don't ever come to my company again unless you really want to die. The WCF Hardcore Championship is coming back home around my waist and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the 2300 Arena tomorrow night is the perfect way for you to go out. Crazy J. You're not worth anything to me, you're not even worth the dirt on my shoes. You're untalented, stupid, repetitive and desperate. You've had your time and you've made absolutely nothing with it.
The finale has come.
I'm back.
The two-time Hardcore Champion is here.
And trust me,
It.
will.
be.
mine.
Clep JJ OG: You're the one who bailed me out, you never wanted me to be free. You wanted to kill me here and now. You're here...Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: You're right.
The lights were turned on finally and Clep stood in that chair. Andre was standing behind him, hands behind his back. That dark hoodie over his head revealing that angered face, the hazel eyes burning with the fury of a father who wants to murder the man who mocked him all along. Andre tightened the MMA gloves tightly and Clep JJ sighed. He sprung up off the chair then spun around to try and punch Andre in the face. Unfortunately for him, Andre ducked under the right arm and clocked him in the ribs with a brutal right hook into the ribs. Clep fell onto his knees and gasped for air. The strength of that punch almost knocked him out, Clep was on all fours coughing the life out of him. That punch was inhuman, like a bulldozer destroying a house in one piece. He never cared, Andre walked around him waiting for his next move, testing his spirit against death looking in his face.
Andre Holmes: Do you understand why I am here? You've said enough and now look at you. Just like at Rise Up, you will do your best to fight but I'll always be a step ahead of you Crazy J. You've had exactly six days to convince the world that you would beat me but now I'm here standing over you face to face looking down at a fallen champion who took what was never his. You're pathetic. Crazy J of Zero Tolerance.
He spat down on his face and Clep rubbed it off. After a few moments of collecting his breath, Clep stood on his feet ready to take him on. He leaped forward with a huge right hand swung sloppily and Andre moved to the side. The momentum of the swing threw Clep into the wall where he put his hands up to stop himself going into it. Upon that weak move, he turned around with another swing of the arm but Holmes parried it with his right forearm. He pushed Clep's arm out of the way leaving his chin exposed to eat a strong Straight Right then followed with a wicked Left Uppercut. Clep fell backwards and landed harshly on that cold concrete floor almost out of it. Andre spun the chair around and sat down on it completely unwilling to help Clep off his back. He waited so long to put this motherfucker down and here he is taking the bit old sweet time of it.
Andre Holmes: This must be embarrassing. I really expected more from you Crazy J. I thought with all the one thousand World Championships, Universal Championships, the twenty Hardcore Titles and all your accomplishments in AWA. You would have at least backed up a resume you built in your twenty years of Pro Wrestling right? Why is it so easy to watch you fall? How easy to outsmart you and put you on your ass again? You want to know my friend? You're predictable, another common smug I always beat and you hold no value to ever beat me in a fight. Let alone in a Hardcore Match because I dominated the Hardcore division before you did. I dominated in Professional Wrestling and I'm dominating you in a street fight right now. You pathetic piece of shit.
Andre leaned back in the chair. Muscular chocolate arms covered in that black hoodie sleeves crossed in front of his chest. Clep held onto the table side and looked at Andre while wiping the blood off of his lip. He got back up and once again charged into Andre but his opponent outsmarted him yet again. Andre leaped from that sat position to land a High Knee uppercutting into his chin again. Clep's back slammed into the wall like glue and Andre approached him to start raining back to back uppercuts straight into the body. He got punched over and over until Andre wrapped his hands around his head applying the Muay Thai clinch then started uppercutting his chin with knees. With that grip still locked in, he dragged Clep over before throwing him into the glass. The body shattering the hard material and landing down on the concrete with it deep into his flesh. Andre hopped over the barricade and walked around his cut up body, mutilating him every chance he got. It was fun for him, destroying the man who talk so much shit. Rise Up would be even better.
Clep JJ OG: Damn...you...Andre. I'll make you pay for this at Rise Up.
Andre Holmes: No you won't. You're gonna suffer. I'm going to make you suffer and you're going to squeal like a little Guinea Pig. The Hardcore Championship will be mine once again and you will be gone. The only good thing coming from this is that I'm going to make you eat your words for all the shit you said about my children. Speaking of that, let me give you a little taste of what's to come at Rise Up.
Clep was trying to get back up but the pain was too much. He pressed his hands on the glass shards and pushed his upper body off the floor until standing on his knees. Blood running down his face, trickling down his spine until Andre sidestepped on his left leg with enough momentum to push out his right leg. The end of his boot kicked into the chin of Clep knocking him down onto his right side against the glass shards. Andre stood over his knocked out body, chest going up and down as his fists clenched tighter at his sides. The blood pouring from his body to the glass shatters was such a fascinating sight but although Andre could end it right there, he waited patiently for Rise Up.
Andre Holmes: I'm sparing you for now. I'm sparing you that I can see your face when you lie down exactly in this heap of trash you fuckin' are. I want to see the look of defeat in your eyes when I raise the WCF Hardcore Championship in the air and you finally breathing the words "You were right all along". Go back to Zero Tolerance and tell them what I did to you here. Tell them that their days in the WCF are over and they will because I SAID SO! Crazy J, you've spoken the same thing over and over. You said everything you can about my daughters ,Serenity and Athena, my girlfriend, Kaitlyn Curran, and my future twin sons. You've said everything you can about the color of my skin, disrespecting the black race and preaching about my entitled ego.
Yet.
You're lying here in a pool of your blood. The words you spoke are done for and the words you preached can never be spoken again. My only advice to you is to leave. Don't ever come to my company again unless you really want to die. The WCF Hardcore Championship is coming back home around my waist and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the 2300 Arena tomorrow night is the perfect way for you to go out. Crazy J. You're not worth anything to me, you're not even worth the dirt on my shoes. You're untalented, stupid, repetitive and desperate. You've had your time and you've made absolutely nothing with it.
The finale has come.
I'm back.
The two-time Hardcore Champion is here.
And trust me,
It.
will.
be.
mine.