Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Mar 25, 2017 0:42:53 GMT -5
"I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me alone. My heart is gold and my hands are cold." - Halsey
HOME.
Power to the man Andre Holmes. He's done it, he's reached a level where others can only dream of. He said he would face off against Odin Balfore and beat him, it happened. He said he would defeat Adam Young and Austin Adams representing Big Time Jerks, it happened. Secretly, Andre wanted to be apart of the elite and look where he is now. Standing alongside the best damn talent in the WCF today under the greatest stable to ever form in WCF history, Pantheon. Andre Holmes has been following every promise through making him a more dangerous competitor inside the ring than people imagined. With such power and danger storming the halls backstage, it needs to be tested. It needs to be measured on the scale of how strong his winds are blowing against the waves of challenger coming his way. Seth had a great idea in mind: He defeated one and two, why not up the ante? Why not throw in the entire world and see if he will walk out still the WCF Hardcore Champion in the MGM Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada?
Since he got some time off before the big day, there was only one place in the world he always wanted to return too. His home back in Houston, Texas. Monday morning, the sunlight rays seeped through the window straight onto his face. The sun was determined to wake up Andre who finally had some good sleep after two weeks. It was pretty stressful travelling around the United States constantly thinking about how his family doing while also defending the Hardcore Championship on a weekly basis. Trust Andre when he says he has more respect for Johnny Rabid holding onto that Television Championship responsibility; Andre sat up and leaned back against the bed rest rubbing the crust from his eye lids. He was pretty set on spending quality time with his children as he helped Kaitlyn take care of his twin sons, Dean and Jackson. All night long those two have been crying and making noise, Kaitlyn left it to Andre to do his job. She needed vacation time theoretically speaking so why not have Andre be a gentleman and give her some time off of being a mother?
Andre Holmes: Jesus. What a day this is going to be. Lord give me strength.
Kaitlyn Curran: He needs to give you an ass whooping.
Andre Holmes: What, why?
Kaitlyn barged in wearing a blue plain T-shirt and short Jean shorts. She dragged her feet across the white carpet in the master's bedroom upstairs then sat down on the edge of the bed next to the father of her kids. Kaitlyn was only twenty six years old while Andre was thirty two. Age didn't really matter, just a number compared to the strength of the love they had for each other. She dragged her fingers down his right cheek caressing his soft flesh perfectly. Andre held her hand softly, favoring the touch of the woman he loved so much. The powerful bound they shared shall never be shattered nor tested; It was quite clear they were intertwined for the rest of their lives. Andre smiled back at Kaitlyn, hazel eyes meeting blue.
Andre Holmes: Do you know how many days and nights I've counted to see you and my family again? I fucking hate being away from you, from all of this. It makes me sick I can't go to bed and not have you by my side.
Kaitlyn Curran: When are you going to stay home? We already have more than enough money for the future. You can just stay home and be with us.
Andre Holmes: We talked about this. I have a mission to do and I won't stop until I see it through.
Kaitlyn Curran: And what is your mission?
Andre Holmes: To be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion ever. Once I do that, my spot in WCF will be cemented for the history. I need this Kaitlyn. I waited so long to get this belt and I'm already making a reign that is going to be remembered. I have continue or else it'll be all for nothing. Just bear with me again, it'll all workout soon. You'll see and you're going to be proud of me. I'm doing this for you guys, you guys are what drive me every day to be in WCF. So please, let me do what I can.
Kaitlyn Curran: I understand. I just hate not seeing you every day. It...I don't know Andre. I just need you here with me okay?! Fuck, what is that so hard to understand?!
She got off the bed and stood in front of the window watching the kids play in the neighborhood. Andre sighed, he understood how she felt. Instead of explaining himself, he got up off the bed himself in his underwear and stood behind her. Arms wrapped around her waist, head leaned against hers from behind. Kaitlyn held his hands then sunk deep into his body, resting against him as it felt good to be in his arms once again. The two continued looking at the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the sunlight brightening their community. Kaitlyn and Andre were a match made in Heaven.
Andre Holmes: Hey Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran: What?
Andre Holmes: I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: ...Hmph.
Andre Holmes: What? You don't love me?
Kaitlyn Curran: Maybe.
Kaitlyn gets picked up from behind and gently slammed on the bed. She laughs after Andre crawls on top of her as she wraps her legs around his waist. They both press their lips into each other as their bodies become one. The two truly have missed each other so let's just let them have their little freak on. It's been way overdue since they got one off on each other.
Since he got some time off before the big day, there was only one place in the world he always wanted to return too. His home back in Houston, Texas. Monday morning, the sunlight rays seeped through the window straight onto his face. The sun was determined to wake up Andre who finally had some good sleep after two weeks. It was pretty stressful travelling around the United States constantly thinking about how his family doing while also defending the Hardcore Championship on a weekly basis. Trust Andre when he says he has more respect for Johnny Rabid holding onto that Television Championship responsibility; Andre sat up and leaned back against the bed rest rubbing the crust from his eye lids. He was pretty set on spending quality time with his children as he helped Kaitlyn take care of his twin sons, Dean and Jackson. All night long those two have been crying and making noise, Kaitlyn left it to Andre to do his job. She needed vacation time theoretically speaking so why not have Andre be a gentleman and give her some time off of being a mother?
Andre Holmes: Jesus. What a day this is going to be. Lord give me strength.
Kaitlyn Curran: He needs to give you an ass whooping.
Andre Holmes: What, why?
Kaitlyn barged in wearing a blue plain T-shirt and short Jean shorts. She dragged her feet across the white carpet in the master's bedroom upstairs then sat down on the edge of the bed next to the father of her kids. Kaitlyn was only twenty six years old while Andre was thirty two. Age didn't really matter, just a number compared to the strength of the love they had for each other. She dragged her fingers down his right cheek caressing his soft flesh perfectly. Andre held her hand softly, favoring the touch of the woman he loved so much. The powerful bound they shared shall never be shattered nor tested; It was quite clear they were intertwined for the rest of their lives. Andre smiled back at Kaitlyn, hazel eyes meeting blue.
Andre Holmes: Do you know how many days and nights I've counted to see you and my family again? I fucking hate being away from you, from all of this. It makes me sick I can't go to bed and not have you by my side.
Kaitlyn Curran: When are you going to stay home? We already have more than enough money for the future. You can just stay home and be with us.
Andre Holmes: We talked about this. I have a mission to do and I won't stop until I see it through.
Kaitlyn Curran: And what is your mission?
Andre Holmes: To be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion ever. Once I do that, my spot in WCF will be cemented for the history. I need this Kaitlyn. I waited so long to get this belt and I'm already making a reign that is going to be remembered. I have continue or else it'll be all for nothing. Just bear with me again, it'll all workout soon. You'll see and you're going to be proud of me. I'm doing this for you guys, you guys are what drive me every day to be in WCF. So please, let me do what I can.
Kaitlyn Curran: I understand. I just hate not seeing you every day. It...I don't know Andre. I just need you here with me okay?! Fuck, what is that so hard to understand?!
She got off the bed and stood in front of the window watching the kids play in the neighborhood. Andre sighed, he understood how she felt. Instead of explaining himself, he got up off the bed himself in his underwear and stood behind her. Arms wrapped around her waist, head leaned against hers from behind. Kaitlyn held his hands then sunk deep into his body, resting against him as it felt good to be in his arms once again. The two continued looking at the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the sunlight brightening their community. Kaitlyn and Andre were a match made in Heaven.
Andre Holmes: Hey Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran: What?
Andre Holmes: I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: ...Hmph.
Andre Holmes: What? You don't love me?
Kaitlyn Curran: Maybe.
Kaitlyn gets picked up from behind and gently slammed on the bed. She laughs after Andre crawls on top of her as she wraps her legs around his waist. They both press their lips into each other as their bodies become one. The two truly have missed each other so let's just let them have their little freak on. It's been way overdue since they got one off on each other.
EVAPORATION.
WHEN A STRANGER CALLS.
You know that famous saying, if you want to test a man's character, give him power? I finally understand what it means now. Give a man power and let us see what he will truly do as Ra, the God of the Sun, tested his own son to be King of Egypt. Instead of clinging to his power, he gave it away freely to his people then went down as history as one of the best Kings to mankind. Similarly to what I'm doing now as your two-time and current reigning WCF Hardcore Champion. I don't want to be sitting on my ass waiting to get the call from another drunk version of Seth Lerch telling me who my opponent is when my opponents are walking around me every week I show up to Sunday Night SLAM. I'm surrounded by eyes of competition placing a target on my back because I hold this championship belt that could propel their careers beyond their imaginations as it has done mine. To make the matter worse, I'm a champion that is worthy of being hunted down and slaughtered in front of the world for all to see. My head on a fucking pedestal above my challenger's fireplace is a trophy in itself.
Can you blame them for wanting what I have? No. The Hardcore Championship is an established belt but my reign elevates the prize all too well. The list of people I have beaten to get this belt and the growing list of competitors I have beaten to retain it is a fucking monument to what I can achieve in this division. I run this division, yes me. I am the chairman, the CEO and the President whether my opponents at Explosion like it or not. They all have been given the chance to do something no one else has done before and that is beat me fair and square for this championship I hold in m hand. Wade Moor. You have a second a chance thanks to the kindness of my heart how Crazy J hid from you like the little bitch he is at ONE. I promise you this Wade, I'm not running away from you. I'm running towards you as a man who respects your skills in the ring and what you accomplished in this company. I want to add another former World Champion to the list of people who has fallen to the great reign of Andre Holmes as WCF Hardcore Champion.
That's all you are Wade. You're nothing special in this match except you have more credentials than the others. You have a history that is worth mentioning rather than the rest and you've seen what I can do inside the ring. You've seen my rise, you've been there with me at my side when we faced off together against Zero Tolerance and won due to our hatred boiling over. We bonded over our grudge against those fucking clown scallywags but now we find ourselves on opposite sides of the table. A table you are going to leap over in an attempt to knock me out but I've grown more powerful and better than the Broseidon God because I'm bringing the heat to evaporate his ass from the face of my division. Tell me Wade, did you loathe the chance to get a shot at the Hardcore Championship or are you accepting it so you can hang that loss over my head in the WCF? Let me take you back to when I first started in the WCF as I remember exactly the words I said to you when we first interacted on social media.
I said one day I'd hope to face you and prove that I'm not going to be another jobber speaking out of my ass like Dag Riddik did when you faced him. Now the roles have changed: Andre Holmes is the fighting champion who is giving a former World Champion the shot. It must eat you up inside how you've fallen from the graces of Heaven and spat down into the eternal flames of Hell WCF calls the Hardcore Division. The only difference between the devil and I is that he was casted out by a God he trusted, I am born from a God who fails to see the bigger picture. You don't get it Wade? Thanks to you, my reign will never be questioned as you've given me power to use you as an example to the rest of fools who dare try to put me out of commission. Who try to fucking get in my way and pretend they are roadblocks when in reality, they were nothing more than speed bumps. They could never stop me Wade, they could slow me down but the progress in moving forward was always inevitable.
Fear me Wade.
Yes Wade.
Even Gods fear the unknown.
As omnipotent you present yourself to be, there will always be a Higher Power watching over you waiting to extract the day of reckoning onto your soul. Some may know that day, others don't. Your day to cease and desist these illusions of madness shall be at Explosion. I'm going to walk into the match and toss your ass over to witness your demise as your body meets against fire and steel. The typical weapons to defeat the demons roaming through the night, feasting on the blood of the innocent. Consider this your execution out of my division as you yourself don't seem fit to carry the mantle of a high burning torch. Ironic isn't it? A Water God attempting to carry the everlasting flame in his hands? No Wade. Your very own persona, your very own career is not meant to be in the Hardcore Division and you yourself know you shall fail. I am the man to lead this division into evolution and I will do so by creating it's foundation on the broken bones of your body.
Broseidon is dead Wade.
Can you blame them for wanting what I have? No. The Hardcore Championship is an established belt but my reign elevates the prize all too well. The list of people I have beaten to get this belt and the growing list of competitors I have beaten to retain it is a fucking monument to what I can achieve in this division. I run this division, yes me. I am the chairman, the CEO and the President whether my opponents at Explosion like it or not. They all have been given the chance to do something no one else has done before and that is beat me fair and square for this championship I hold in m hand. Wade Moor. You have a second a chance thanks to the kindness of my heart how Crazy J hid from you like the little bitch he is at ONE. I promise you this Wade, I'm not running away from you. I'm running towards you as a man who respects your skills in the ring and what you accomplished in this company. I want to add another former World Champion to the list of people who has fallen to the great reign of Andre Holmes as WCF Hardcore Champion.
That's all you are Wade. You're nothing special in this match except you have more credentials than the others. You have a history that is worth mentioning rather than the rest and you've seen what I can do inside the ring. You've seen my rise, you've been there with me at my side when we faced off together against Zero Tolerance and won due to our hatred boiling over. We bonded over our grudge against those fucking clown scallywags but now we find ourselves on opposite sides of the table. A table you are going to leap over in an attempt to knock me out but I've grown more powerful and better than the Broseidon God because I'm bringing the heat to evaporate his ass from the face of my division. Tell me Wade, did you loathe the chance to get a shot at the Hardcore Championship or are you accepting it so you can hang that loss over my head in the WCF? Let me take you back to when I first started in the WCF as I remember exactly the words I said to you when we first interacted on social media.
I said one day I'd hope to face you and prove that I'm not going to be another jobber speaking out of my ass like Dag Riddik did when you faced him. Now the roles have changed: Andre Holmes is the fighting champion who is giving a former World Champion the shot. It must eat you up inside how you've fallen from the graces of Heaven and spat down into the eternal flames of Hell WCF calls the Hardcore Division. The only difference between the devil and I is that he was casted out by a God he trusted, I am born from a God who fails to see the bigger picture. You don't get it Wade? Thanks to you, my reign will never be questioned as you've given me power to use you as an example to the rest of fools who dare try to put me out of commission. Who try to fucking get in my way and pretend they are roadblocks when in reality, they were nothing more than speed bumps. They could never stop me Wade, they could slow me down but the progress in moving forward was always inevitable.
Fear me Wade.
Yes Wade.
Even Gods fear the unknown.
As omnipotent you present yourself to be, there will always be a Higher Power watching over you waiting to extract the day of reckoning onto your soul. Some may know that day, others don't. Your day to cease and desist these illusions of madness shall be at Explosion. I'm going to walk into the match and toss your ass over to witness your demise as your body meets against fire and steel. The typical weapons to defeat the demons roaming through the night, feasting on the blood of the innocent. Consider this your execution out of my division as you yourself don't seem fit to carry the mantle of a high burning torch. Ironic isn't it? A Water God attempting to carry the everlasting flame in his hands? No Wade. Your very own persona, your very own career is not meant to be in the Hardcore Division and you yourself know you shall fail. I am the man to lead this division into evolution and I will do so by creating it's foundation on the broken bones of your body.
Broseidon is dead Wade.
WHEN A STRANGER CALLS.
Andre was in the kitchen having a light meal to start off breakfast. An egg sandwich with bacon on the side with a cup of good ol' orange juice. The kitchen was separated from the living room as he sat down on a high stool watching television hoisted up on the wall directly facing the stove in the middle of the hallway. He usually watched the morning news but decided to change the routine a little. Instead, Andre was watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, having a nice meal and a good morning to spend his time. He used his time wisely; a quick rewind and recharge, getting his mind away from all the stress Explosion has installed for him in the future. Kaitlyn and his kids were the only people in the world who could knock him down a notch and let him be at peace. Peace. A word that is barely used in his dictionary. If you want sympathy from Andre, you can find it between the words shit and syphilis. Andre was prepared to go into Explosion and blow every motherfucker who had the audacity to challenge for his belt all the way to fucking Hell.
His Galaxy S7 vibrated near to the edge of the table top. Andre grabbed the phone and looked on the screen to see a random unidentified number. Who the hell could be calling him at this time? It's only ten o clock in the morning so what could it be? He pressed his right thumb on the screen thus accepting the call before putting the phone against his ear. Andre took a full sip of the orange juice, drinking it all down in one big gulp. Whoever this person was, they better have a good fucking reason to interrupt a man's breakfast.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Principal Mason: Hello Mr. Holmes, I am Principle Mason of Aragon Middle School. I am calling to let you know of our upcoming PTA Meeting we have at the end of the week.
Andre Holmes: End of the week? You mean Saturday?
Principal Mason: Yes. All parents are expected to be involved at it revolves around urgent matters concerning the students of the school. I expect to see you there especially with your schedule?
Andre Holmes: Do I really have to come? Can I send someone over in my place?
Principal Mason: No.
He sighed.
Andre Holmes: Fine.
Principal Mason: Excellent! Have a wonderful day Mr. Holmes.
Andre dropped the phone on the counter then slammed his head down on his forearms. The last time he attended a PTA meeting, it was the entire parents of the school community forming together to discourage Andre Holmes being apart of the school. They all believed he was the source of inspiration for the violence the students were committing during his days as World Champion in his former promotions. Andre had his fear that the same situation would repeat itself especially due to his great Hardcore Championship run in WCF. Could one imagine walking into the living room to see their children watching Andre Holmes create chaos in his Hardcore Matches then coming to school to see him in person? It would be the worst to go through that experience again. Being ganged on by strict controlling parents who use him a scapegoat to deal with the problems rather than confronting their own children. Andre thought about it over and over until he yelled at the top of his lungs. Kaitlyn rushed from the living room into the kitchen like it was her curtain call.
Kaitlyn Curran: WHAT?! WHAT?! DID YOU BURN YOURSELF AGAIN!?
She asked as she slid into the scene. Her short red hair bouncing away until it remain still. Andre rolled his eyes as he saw the huffing Kaitlyn coming to the rescue of her lover.
Andre Holmes: I got a call from the Principal. Guess who is going to the PTA meeting even though he doesn't fucking want to. This guy and I can already tell the fucking assholes from last year who is going to show up. Oh, I am so ready to put my foot down their throats and watch them choke on it!
Kaitlyn Curran: You are a parent and the parents are concerned about you again.
Andre Holmes: The fuck you mean 'concerned about me'...'again'.
Kaitlyn Curran: Well...how can I put this? The students have been watching you perform in the Hardcore Division in WCF and there has been violent cases due to their following of you. So the school is calling the PTA meeting for you to hear the complaints. They are not too pleased about their children watching you and getting the idea that they can do whatever they want and get away with it.
Andre Holmes: OR THEY COULD JUST BAN THEIR KIDS FROM WATCHING ME?! IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO PROGRAM THIS SHIT INTO YOUR TELEVISION! WE HAVE SMART TV'S LIVING WITH STUPID PARENTS!
Andre was absolutely livid they try to pull this shit with him again. Steam was rising off his shoulder and Kaitlyn stood beside him rubbing down his back. She understood it must be a hard situation to be in, the entire world against a man for the sheer purpose to kick him out of the picture. It was Andre Holmes versus the World outside the ring and inside too. Now his days are going to get even more stressful due to the competition growing rapidly. The level of athletes training for this one match, the most insane match Seth Lerch booked especially for the gambling eyes of the Las Vegas locals. An exploding death match Battle Royal. Bodies will be torn apart, limbs shall be flying everywhere and Andre Holmes would be walking into a massacre. The only difference between himself and his opponents, he's going to be walking out still the Champion and untouched for the first time. This is his domain and his fucking division.
His Galaxy S7 vibrated near to the edge of the table top. Andre grabbed the phone and looked on the screen to see a random unidentified number. Who the hell could be calling him at this time? It's only ten o clock in the morning so what could it be? He pressed his right thumb on the screen thus accepting the call before putting the phone against his ear. Andre took a full sip of the orange juice, drinking it all down in one big gulp. Whoever this person was, they better have a good fucking reason to interrupt a man's breakfast.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Principal Mason: Hello Mr. Holmes, I am Principle Mason of Aragon Middle School. I am calling to let you know of our upcoming PTA Meeting we have at the end of the week.
Andre Holmes: End of the week? You mean Saturday?
Principal Mason: Yes. All parents are expected to be involved at it revolves around urgent matters concerning the students of the school. I expect to see you there especially with your schedule?
Andre Holmes: Do I really have to come? Can I send someone over in my place?
Principal Mason: No.
He sighed.
Andre Holmes: Fine.
Principal Mason: Excellent! Have a wonderful day Mr. Holmes.
Andre dropped the phone on the counter then slammed his head down on his forearms. The last time he attended a PTA meeting, it was the entire parents of the school community forming together to discourage Andre Holmes being apart of the school. They all believed he was the source of inspiration for the violence the students were committing during his days as World Champion in his former promotions. Andre had his fear that the same situation would repeat itself especially due to his great Hardcore Championship run in WCF. Could one imagine walking into the living room to see their children watching Andre Holmes create chaos in his Hardcore Matches then coming to school to see him in person? It would be the worst to go through that experience again. Being ganged on by strict controlling parents who use him a scapegoat to deal with the problems rather than confronting their own children. Andre thought about it over and over until he yelled at the top of his lungs. Kaitlyn rushed from the living room into the kitchen like it was her curtain call.
Kaitlyn Curran: WHAT?! WHAT?! DID YOU BURN YOURSELF AGAIN!?
She asked as she slid into the scene. Her short red hair bouncing away until it remain still. Andre rolled his eyes as he saw the huffing Kaitlyn coming to the rescue of her lover.
Andre Holmes: I got a call from the Principal. Guess who is going to the PTA meeting even though he doesn't fucking want to. This guy and I can already tell the fucking assholes from last year who is going to show up. Oh, I am so ready to put my foot down their throats and watch them choke on it!
Kaitlyn Curran: You are a parent and the parents are concerned about you again.
Andre Holmes: The fuck you mean 'concerned about me'...'again'.
Kaitlyn Curran: Well...how can I put this? The students have been watching you perform in the Hardcore Division in WCF and there has been violent cases due to their following of you. So the school is calling the PTA meeting for you to hear the complaints. They are not too pleased about their children watching you and getting the idea that they can do whatever they want and get away with it.
Andre Holmes: OR THEY COULD JUST BAN THEIR KIDS FROM WATCHING ME?! IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO PROGRAM THIS SHIT INTO YOUR TELEVISION! WE HAVE SMART TV'S LIVING WITH STUPID PARENTS!
Andre was absolutely livid they try to pull this shit with him again. Steam was rising off his shoulder and Kaitlyn stood beside him rubbing down his back. She understood it must be a hard situation to be in, the entire world against a man for the sheer purpose to kick him out of the picture. It was Andre Holmes versus the World outside the ring and inside too. Now his days are going to get even more stressful due to the competition growing rapidly. The level of athletes training for this one match, the most insane match Seth Lerch booked especially for the gambling eyes of the Las Vegas locals. An exploding death match Battle Royal. Bodies will be torn apart, limbs shall be flying everywhere and Andre Holmes would be walking into a massacre. The only difference between himself and his opponents, he's going to be walking out still the Champion and untouched for the first time. This is his domain and his fucking division.
VOID.
Through my years in Professional Wrestling Wade, I've met my share of men who portrayed themselves more than they are. Who go on the Internet, read about Greek Mythologies and other supernatural forces then think they are destined to be more than trash. They take the name of a God, twist it into their gimmick and use it for entertainment purpose but not you. Oh no Wade. You're special because while others searched for a God, you believed you were one the day you were born. How different are you from the rest of fools because they turned into one, you were born a fool all along. I blame whoever raised you because they let that shit slide and build your ego. You really believe that you out of everyone here in the WCF can tap into your powers and become more of a spirit in the name of Broseidon? Hey Wade. You know what happens to witches and false prophets? The debt they pay to society is death by fire and how ironic that our match is an Exploding Death match. Hence your debt to society shall be paid in a more grueling way but nonetheless, a perfect death for a witch and a false prophet.
Cut it out Wade.
It's not fun anymore.
I don't like opening Pandora's box and absorbing the evils released in the world so I can have the power to kill a God. You wanna know how to kill a God off once and for all? You don't believe in it, you pretend it never exists then a God will cease to have power over your life. Why should I believe in Wade Moor when his last trials and tribulations has been nothing but watching a Fallen Angel crash land into the pits of Tartarus? Wade Moor. The former WCF World Champion who was chosen to be the future of this company turned into dust and smoke. Another quick wind blown around until you have the weather man disrupting it. I'm sorry Wade but you were never made for this opportunity and you were never selected to be the guy to beat Crazy J. While he ran from you, he had nowhere to run from me. I went to Crazy J and I beat him in the ring so badly that he doesn't even know who he is anymore. I've broken him, shattered him and now it's time for you to suffer the same fate. It's for the better Wade.
When you get an idea of power beyond your control, it drives you to madness. Power makes a man go crazy, maybe beyond the point they can be saved. I still believe you can be saved Wade so I'm going to be the one to ensure you never disrespect yourself again. You're a man who is worth such more than smoking crack, getting high and communicating with the dead. You're a former World Champion stuck in the crossfire of the mid-card scene yet here I am holding this championship high as the light at the end of the tunnel. Follow the light Wade and let me lead you to freedom. I will make you understand why this division can be the best or worst case scenario for you. It has to be your day of reckoning. Letting you live to make sure you scream my name to the masses of mind controlled fools who worship you at your every step. It must be love or it must be stupidity. To follow Wade Moor onto the path of the apocalypse, prepare for the flames of Hell to burn you forever and ever and ever.
So let me indulge you Wade Moor on what is going to happen at Explosion. There's going to be a flash of your eyes, you're going to see your life happen before your eyes and you're going to question why did you choose your fate. Why did Seth Lerch pull the plug on your career and activated the kill switch? You should ask him yourself when you're rolling your wheelchair from the nearest hospital entrance. Remember all the pain and torture you went through due to my fucking anger at your attitude. Understand this Wade. A God can die if humanity stops believing in it and a God can suffer when it is constantly insulted by the weaklings. You on the other hand, you're not a God. You're just another human who hasn't met his true demise, a true shattering of the soul deep inside rotting away at your very core. I'm going to reach inside your soul, pull it out and spit on it. Bury it alive along with the rest of fools who think they have a chance to beat me inside the ring because they know they are all going to die.
And let me address the rest of dumb fucks who are also in this match.
Please do not show up at the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. You are all young athletes except for Katherine Phoenix who ran off to Seth Lerch trying to stay relevant with her no selling ass. For the rest of you new blood, jobbers and whatever categories for trash talent, please do not try to win. Spare yourselves the embarrassment of losing to me in dominant fashion and maybe live to fight another day. This is my division and I am it's King. I am holding the greatest prize in the Hardcore Division and if you saw my last two defenses, I will go through Hell and back. Fuck. This is the same scenario how I won my first championship.
Run my fucking minions, run and hide.
You show up to this match, you will die.
That's not an opinion. It's a fact. I am sick and tired of being fed fucking worthless cunts who have no idea what it means to hold this championship. This Hardcore Division will grow to be the only division that matters.
That is my goal.