Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Mar 25, 2017 19:58:28 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
EYE OF THE STORM.
BITCH OF A MOTHER.
YOU ARE A PIRATE.
Compare the level of animosity, pain and violence I bring in the Hardcore Division against the other fools who are in this match. Who in this entire match has done the things I have done in my past and will continue to do in the future? They don't have the mental toughness to be beaten down to the point their bodies cannot go anymore; Hell, they can't even get past a paper cut on their hand without putting a band-aid on it. This is a test, the ultimate test. Who is afraid and who is stupid enough to fight on? Bravery is one thing but sheer ignorance of pain plus extra fatigue pulling your body back is a whole notha' level to grasp. This Exploding Death Match Battle Royal features fire and steel merging together for one clear purpose: Destroy every living person who is trying their hardest to become WCF Hardcore Champion. I've tasted fire and steel, I've been through Hell and back. What makes you all think you have a chance when you've never met a demon to drag you down?
So where does that lead us too? A group of names thrown into the Goblet of Fire yet none are ready for the tasks. Especially Ms. Amber Lynn who is a very young girl, mildly attractive but very brave. Brave to jump into a fight and sacrifice her body as a weapon to get the victory. Already she's learning the fundamentals of the Hardcore Division. There is no rules, there is no turning back, you only move forward. You are encouraged to use weapons and use your body as a weapon of itself beating down the ones you hate the most. The competitors constantly coming in your way attempting to break your spirit for the entire world to see. Such an admirable feat for a young wolf but even it's fangs aren't sharp enough to pierce through steel. Amber. Let me make one thing clear between us as an introduction to our careers. I do not give a flying fuck about you nor do I care what will happen to you after the match. All you are is another body waiting to get abused, cut up and disposed into the garbage bin after I retain my championship for the third time in this second reign.
They call you the Hurricane Amber. They say you are the next big thing to lead the women in WCF. The next big role model, well done. You're already portraying how to be a proper woman better than Katherine Phoenix ever could but if you check my history, every woman that has stuck her nose in my business is either gone or dead. I mean, people say I'm a woman abuser yet they're the ones starting shit along with the other fucktards who have been in my life. I'm not the one to start shit but I will end it. What will you do Amber when we meet inside the ring and you see the screams of my victims pounding down in your ears? I want you to look into my eyes and see the countless numbers of bodies laid out in the path behind me. Bodies from the fallen opponents who were stupid to believe they had what it took to beat me in the WCF. Amber, I know you're a brave young girl but please don't become one of them. Use your head and think more than your pussy has to offer.
Apologies Amber. I didn't mean to scare you already. I know you signed your contract and already planned out what you wanted to achieve. Make new things happen in your life, explore your options, travel the world and the usual college Freshman bullshit. Seek out what you always dreamed of until you saw my name right besides yours. Out of curiosity, did you feel a cold chill running down your spine when you saw my name? Did you envision the worst case scenario in that title match or did you do your research and found out what I do best? I kill people to protect the people and things I value most to me. I am that man Amber, a man who is Relentless for a reason. I have no limits. The word 'quit' isn't even in my vocabulary, I don't stop until I know first hand my opponent will never walk another mile in his or her life again. Amber, you're so young. It's going to hurt me to do this to you. I'm begging you, you have a bright future ahead of you in this business. Don't waste your life on it.
Sike!
I lied. Please show up. I could use another punching bag to fuck up on a weekly basis. Don't expect yourself to have a memorable performance when your body goes over the top rope and land at the wrong place at the wrong time. As soon as flesh meets against exploding steel, the result is beautiful. You will die in the MGM Grand Arena at Las Vegas, Nevada. Let your death be used as an example to all those who dare oppose me. Every dumb bitch who doesn't have the fucking common sense to stay away from an opportunity too big for her is going to look at you. They're going to wonder, "Why did Amber Lynn choose this?", "What was she thinking to face off against Andre Holmes?". The answer is simple:
She followed Katherine Phoenix and she's going to meet the same fate.
Don't be a follower, be a leader. This is the type of shit following a dumb ass gets you into. You fucking die.
Amber Lynn. Welcome to Wrestling Championship Federation. Enjoy your stay, make peace with your demons.
You won't be staying long after I'm finished with you in the Hardcore Championship match.
So where does that lead us too? A group of names thrown into the Goblet of Fire yet none are ready for the tasks. Especially Ms. Amber Lynn who is a very young girl, mildly attractive but very brave. Brave to jump into a fight and sacrifice her body as a weapon to get the victory. Already she's learning the fundamentals of the Hardcore Division. There is no rules, there is no turning back, you only move forward. You are encouraged to use weapons and use your body as a weapon of itself beating down the ones you hate the most. The competitors constantly coming in your way attempting to break your spirit for the entire world to see. Such an admirable feat for a young wolf but even it's fangs aren't sharp enough to pierce through steel. Amber. Let me make one thing clear between us as an introduction to our careers. I do not give a flying fuck about you nor do I care what will happen to you after the match. All you are is another body waiting to get abused, cut up and disposed into the garbage bin after I retain my championship for the third time in this second reign.
They call you the Hurricane Amber. They say you are the next big thing to lead the women in WCF. The next big role model, well done. You're already portraying how to be a proper woman better than Katherine Phoenix ever could but if you check my history, every woman that has stuck her nose in my business is either gone or dead. I mean, people say I'm a woman abuser yet they're the ones starting shit along with the other fucktards who have been in my life. I'm not the one to start shit but I will end it. What will you do Amber when we meet inside the ring and you see the screams of my victims pounding down in your ears? I want you to look into my eyes and see the countless numbers of bodies laid out in the path behind me. Bodies from the fallen opponents who were stupid to believe they had what it took to beat me in the WCF. Amber, I know you're a brave young girl but please don't become one of them. Use your head and think more than your pussy has to offer.
Apologies Amber. I didn't mean to scare you already. I know you signed your contract and already planned out what you wanted to achieve. Make new things happen in your life, explore your options, travel the world and the usual college Freshman bullshit. Seek out what you always dreamed of until you saw my name right besides yours. Out of curiosity, did you feel a cold chill running down your spine when you saw my name? Did you envision the worst case scenario in that title match or did you do your research and found out what I do best? I kill people to protect the people and things I value most to me. I am that man Amber, a man who is Relentless for a reason. I have no limits. The word 'quit' isn't even in my vocabulary, I don't stop until I know first hand my opponent will never walk another mile in his or her life again. Amber, you're so young. It's going to hurt me to do this to you. I'm begging you, you have a bright future ahead of you in this business. Don't waste your life on it.
Sike!
I lied. Please show up. I could use another punching bag to fuck up on a weekly basis. Don't expect yourself to have a memorable performance when your body goes over the top rope and land at the wrong place at the wrong time. As soon as flesh meets against exploding steel, the result is beautiful. You will die in the MGM Grand Arena at Las Vegas, Nevada. Let your death be used as an example to all those who dare oppose me. Every dumb bitch who doesn't have the fucking common sense to stay away from an opportunity too big for her is going to look at you. They're going to wonder, "Why did Amber Lynn choose this?", "What was she thinking to face off against Andre Holmes?". The answer is simple:
She followed Katherine Phoenix and she's going to meet the same fate.
Don't be a follower, be a leader. This is the type of shit following a dumb ass gets you into. You fucking die.
Amber Lynn. Welcome to Wrestling Championship Federation. Enjoy your stay, make peace with your demons.
You won't be staying long after I'm finished with you in the Hardcore Championship match.
BITCH OF A MOTHER.
Andre was driving his 2017 Lexus RX 350 on I-75 to his way to Aragon Middle School to drop off both his daughters for school. He leaned back in the drivers seat with both hands tightened around the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road. Serenity sat down in the backseat along with Athena who were on their phones listening to music or playing with their apps. His daughters were always ecstatic to have their father show up and spend time along with them, school would never get in the way of that but Andre had a purpose as to dropping his daughters off. This PTA meeting formed against him was complete bullshit and he needed to convince the Principal to shut it down immediately. Serenity and Athena were the popular kids in the school thanks to his father's career being one of the best wrestlers in the world. However, while his daughters were getting all the fame, Andre was being summoned into the Hall of Infamy by the parents. He hated being exiled on some bullshit; Hopefully things will turn around when he meets with the Principal to change his decision about this bad call.
The Lexus pulled up against the sidewalk then Andre waved goodbye to his daughters leaving out the car. He waved goodbye then swerved the car into the parking lot where he got out of the driver's seat. Wearing a black buttoned shirt tucked in black jeans and black dress shoes, Andre fixed the darkened shades in front of his eyes. He slammed the door shut, locked the car then went on his way to the Principal's office. Andre knocked on the door to the staff's office as a few teachers recognized the loyal Andre Holmes to the Aragon Middle School. They didn't say anything, they already knew why he was here. He barged in then opened the door to the Principal office's. Ms. Mason dropped her files.
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! I did not know you were going to be here. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, water?
Andre Holmes: No. I want to talk about this PTA Meeting. You left some information out from yesterday's call. Is there anything you want to tell me now? The PTA Meeting concerning the well being of the students or are the parents trying to kick me out of the school fucking again?!
She wiped the sweat off her brow with the white napkin on her desk. The door was shut by her assistant outside as Andre leaned back in the black executive chair, arms folded across his chest. Principle Mason prayed to the Lord Andre wouldn't show up but that didn't go as planned.
Andre Holmes: Is there anything else I should know that involves me? Am I going to be executed, killed, maimed? Should I bend my ass over and get fucked? This is what you are doing to me Principal Mason. I'm going to this PTA meeting to get fucked! No condoms, no lube, every parent in this community wants to fuck me over like the man whore I used to be when I lived in Miami!
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! Please! Lower your voice, the teachers can hear you from inside here. Please.
Andre Holmes: Oh, I'm sorry. Allow me to be more peaceful if I may.
Andre got off his seat and opened the door. He leaned his head out before garnering the attention of all the teachers at their desk or socializing. Andre shouts very loudly, nearly scaring some who never saw him coming.
Andre Holmes: Hello everyone! If you're just hearing this then you already know how fucking pissed off I am right now because of a bunch of parents acting like cowards instead of real people. Yeah. You're all on that list too. A bunch of bitches and pussies. Fuck all of you for letting this shit happen again in TWO YEARS!
He slammed the door shut again and sat down in front of the desk. Principal Mason buried her old wrinkled face into her feeble hands as Andre smiled. He's extremely offended and upset that the school board is allowing this to happen. The old woman behind her desk leaned back then sighed at that dramatic display.
Principal Mason: Was that necessary?
Andre Holmes: Yes. Very, very necessary because if you guys knew what happened last year at the same PTA bullshit, this shouldn't be happening at all. This is a fucking waste of my own time. You better be fucking prepared to go through this shit with me especially if that cock munching bitch shows up again. I swear to God, the last husband she brought, I almost put him in the grave. She shows up with another one, I'm putting him in the-
Mrs. Peterson: Morgue?
That voice ran through his body, a coarse voice of a old hag. Mrs. Peterson was the leader of the parent community attempting to get Andre away from the school. She strut into the office wearing her white jacket, tight blue pants with black high heels, exposing the cleavage of her half buttoned shirt. Andre leaned back in his executive chair snarling at Mrs. Peterson's presence as she stood in the doorway. Principal Mason sighed at this unfortunate circumstance of the two rivaling parents. This is going to be one interesting discussion.
Mrs. Peterson: Hello Andre.
Andre Holmes: Hey bitch.
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! Language!
Andre Holmes: It's in the dictionary. Not my fault I can't help her realize what she really is.
Mrs. Peterson: You were always a funny guy. Where's Sarah? Is she gone?
Andre Holmes: Oh don't worry about her. I think this is between you and me. How many times are you going to try and get rid of me? Why? Because I'm more successful, more loved and I'm more respected by the entire school than you? Or maybe you just want to fuck me more than your rent-a-Husband.
The Lexus pulled up against the sidewalk then Andre waved goodbye to his daughters leaving out the car. He waved goodbye then swerved the car into the parking lot where he got out of the driver's seat. Wearing a black buttoned shirt tucked in black jeans and black dress shoes, Andre fixed the darkened shades in front of his eyes. He slammed the door shut, locked the car then went on his way to the Principal's office. Andre knocked on the door to the staff's office as a few teachers recognized the loyal Andre Holmes to the Aragon Middle School. They didn't say anything, they already knew why he was here. He barged in then opened the door to the Principal office's. Ms. Mason dropped her files.
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! I did not know you were going to be here. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, water?
Andre Holmes: No. I want to talk about this PTA Meeting. You left some information out from yesterday's call. Is there anything you want to tell me now? The PTA Meeting concerning the well being of the students or are the parents trying to kick me out of the school fucking again?!
She wiped the sweat off her brow with the white napkin on her desk. The door was shut by her assistant outside as Andre leaned back in the black executive chair, arms folded across his chest. Principle Mason prayed to the Lord Andre wouldn't show up but that didn't go as planned.
Andre Holmes: Is there anything else I should know that involves me? Am I going to be executed, killed, maimed? Should I bend my ass over and get fucked? This is what you are doing to me Principal Mason. I'm going to this PTA meeting to get fucked! No condoms, no lube, every parent in this community wants to fuck me over like the man whore I used to be when I lived in Miami!
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! Please! Lower your voice, the teachers can hear you from inside here. Please.
Andre Holmes: Oh, I'm sorry. Allow me to be more peaceful if I may.
Andre got off his seat and opened the door. He leaned his head out before garnering the attention of all the teachers at their desk or socializing. Andre shouts very loudly, nearly scaring some who never saw him coming.
Andre Holmes: Hello everyone! If you're just hearing this then you already know how fucking pissed off I am right now because of a bunch of parents acting like cowards instead of real people. Yeah. You're all on that list too. A bunch of bitches and pussies. Fuck all of you for letting this shit happen again in TWO YEARS!
He slammed the door shut again and sat down in front of the desk. Principal Mason buried her old wrinkled face into her feeble hands as Andre smiled. He's extremely offended and upset that the school board is allowing this to happen. The old woman behind her desk leaned back then sighed at that dramatic display.
Principal Mason: Was that necessary?
Andre Holmes: Yes. Very, very necessary because if you guys knew what happened last year at the same PTA bullshit, this shouldn't be happening at all. This is a fucking waste of my own time. You better be fucking prepared to go through this shit with me especially if that cock munching bitch shows up again. I swear to God, the last husband she brought, I almost put him in the grave. She shows up with another one, I'm putting him in the-
Mrs. Peterson: Morgue?
That voice ran through his body, a coarse voice of a old hag. Mrs. Peterson was the leader of the parent community attempting to get Andre away from the school. She strut into the office wearing her white jacket, tight blue pants with black high heels, exposing the cleavage of her half buttoned shirt. Andre leaned back in his executive chair snarling at Mrs. Peterson's presence as she stood in the doorway. Principal Mason sighed at this unfortunate circumstance of the two rivaling parents. This is going to be one interesting discussion.
Mrs. Peterson: Hello Andre.
Andre Holmes: Hey bitch.
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes! Language!
Andre Holmes: It's in the dictionary. Not my fault I can't help her realize what she really is.
Mrs. Peterson: You were always a funny guy. Where's Sarah? Is she gone?
Andre Holmes: Oh don't worry about her. I think this is between you and me. How many times are you going to try and get rid of me? Why? Because I'm more successful, more loved and I'm more respected by the entire school than you? Or maybe you just want to fuck me more than your rent-a-Husband.
YOU ARE A PIRATE.
Well. I don't know what Seth is thinking but maybe this guy might be onto something. The best thing that can happen to this motherfucker in years. Captain Rump. Another jobber on the block who doesn't know his place so allow me to indulge him. Do you really think Captain Ramp out of all people really has a chance to beat me in this match? Do you think a nobody who has fought nobodies, won over nobodies and look at his killing record, it's a bunch of no bodies?! Damn Captain Rump! This might be your first championship match that means something in your WCF career. Let me point out how honored I am to star you in my third defense of my WCF Hardcore Championship. I bet you're at home training your ass off, improving your bumps, focusing on your Martial Arts and learning to take shots from every little thing around you. Training your body to be as hard as titanium so when you get thrown over the top rope, you can still fight another day. What a courageous young man you are. Such a beautiful young boy pulling up his big boy pants to get into the ring with Hardcore men like myself and Wade Moor. Agh. I admire passion.
What a fucking pussy. You obviously have no idea what you got yourself into Captain Rump. Do you know how much your life is in danger? Let me spell it out for you. "WCF Hardcore Championship shall be contested in an Exploding Death Match." This means the entire ring shall be surrounded by wired steel ready to explode when in contact with human flesh. Human flesh that surrounds your entire body protecting what's inside for you to live but what happens when I decide to put that flesh against exploding steel? What wins? Me. I'm the one who will survive in this match, not you. I'm leaving out still your WCF Hardcore Champion because I am on a mission to be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion of all time. That's something I've been preparing for ever since Seth Lerch had the fucking nerve to strip me of this belt and fire me from WCF at the infamous Mexico Incident. You will fucking fear me and you will fucking understand what I intend to do to raise this championship higher than the fucking Heavens itself.
Don't ever try in your life to fucking play me. I will never fucking lose to an idiot such as yourself. You might think this is a chance to become greater than the trash you live in or be more than what your parents told you all your life: A Failure. Let me repeat the same phrase that put you on your ass and forced you to accept reality. There are certain cases in which you face an adversary that is out of your league and can expose every flaw in your game plan. An adversary, a champion that is way beyond your skills. Skills you could never measure up to so what do you when you're faced with such power coming up against you Rump? You run away and live to fight another day. That is the goal of everyone who isn't Andre Holmes in this match. Survive. You have to survive or else you could die. You don't want to die do you Rump? I don't think so Rump. I went to Odin Balfore, looked him in the eye and said I will beat the shit out of you and KILL YOU to retain this belt. Ever since my win over that man, he hasn't made one appearance yet.
I have no mercy.
I lack compassion inside the ring.
Rationality and revenge are things I value very highly.
Your life however I place no value on. Your wrestling career means absolutely nothing to me. You along with everyone else in this match means nothing to me. You are all puppets on a string ready to put on a show, the strings wrapped around my fingers. I decide the pace of this match, I decide who survives and who dies. It is me who weaves the strings of your destiny inside the ring. Say what you want, make your stupid little promos, convince the world that you are the one but deep down inside, you're only lying to yourself. No one and I mean no one is more fit for the WCF Hardcore Championship than I am right now. I went to the absolute best who has held this championship in the past and I went to those who thought I was talking pure shit. My first defense of the belt is Odin Balfore. A former WCF World Champion, my second defense was against Big Time Jerks, the current WCF Trios Champions. Now I'll add another former World Champion and a shitfest of jobbers to that list ALL TOGETHER.
Captain Rump. This shall be the last of your days in this promotion. You'll be joining the rest of fools who have fallen against me. If you fallen into Hell, say Hello to Mr. Holden. I heard he was missing my presence but if you manage to survive, leave this company. Let the nightmares of what I do to you roam across your fucking life and make you an example of why you should never cross a man who has everything to lose. Wade said he was a God but what happens when a God enters a realm beyond his control? This is my realm, this is my domain, this is my fucking house! You're trespassing and I don't take too kindly to trespassers. You must be cleansed and destroyed. Captain Rump. Are you scared? It's alright to be, it's okay. Everyone else is feeling the same damn thing and I enjoy bleeding in the fields of fear.
Oh Captain Rump.
Run fucking peasant run for I spare nothing in your wake.
Prepare to surrender your life!
What a fucking pussy. You obviously have no idea what you got yourself into Captain Rump. Do you know how much your life is in danger? Let me spell it out for you. "WCF Hardcore Championship shall be contested in an Exploding Death Match." This means the entire ring shall be surrounded by wired steel ready to explode when in contact with human flesh. Human flesh that surrounds your entire body protecting what's inside for you to live but what happens when I decide to put that flesh against exploding steel? What wins? Me. I'm the one who will survive in this match, not you. I'm leaving out still your WCF Hardcore Champion because I am on a mission to be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion of all time. That's something I've been preparing for ever since Seth Lerch had the fucking nerve to strip me of this belt and fire me from WCF at the infamous Mexico Incident. You will fucking fear me and you will fucking understand what I intend to do to raise this championship higher than the fucking Heavens itself.
Don't ever try in your life to fucking play me. I will never fucking lose to an idiot such as yourself. You might think this is a chance to become greater than the trash you live in or be more than what your parents told you all your life: A Failure. Let me repeat the same phrase that put you on your ass and forced you to accept reality. There are certain cases in which you face an adversary that is out of your league and can expose every flaw in your game plan. An adversary, a champion that is way beyond your skills. Skills you could never measure up to so what do you when you're faced with such power coming up against you Rump? You run away and live to fight another day. That is the goal of everyone who isn't Andre Holmes in this match. Survive. You have to survive or else you could die. You don't want to die do you Rump? I don't think so Rump. I went to Odin Balfore, looked him in the eye and said I will beat the shit out of you and KILL YOU to retain this belt. Ever since my win over that man, he hasn't made one appearance yet.
I have no mercy.
I lack compassion inside the ring.
Rationality and revenge are things I value very highly.
Your life however I place no value on. Your wrestling career means absolutely nothing to me. You along with everyone else in this match means nothing to me. You are all puppets on a string ready to put on a show, the strings wrapped around my fingers. I decide the pace of this match, I decide who survives and who dies. It is me who weaves the strings of your destiny inside the ring. Say what you want, make your stupid little promos, convince the world that you are the one but deep down inside, you're only lying to yourself. No one and I mean no one is more fit for the WCF Hardcore Championship than I am right now. I went to the absolute best who has held this championship in the past and I went to those who thought I was talking pure shit. My first defense of the belt is Odin Balfore. A former WCF World Champion, my second defense was against Big Time Jerks, the current WCF Trios Champions. Now I'll add another former World Champion and a shitfest of jobbers to that list ALL TOGETHER.
Captain Rump. This shall be the last of your days in this promotion. You'll be joining the rest of fools who have fallen against me. If you fallen into Hell, say Hello to Mr. Holden. I heard he was missing my presence but if you manage to survive, leave this company. Let the nightmares of what I do to you roam across your fucking life and make you an example of why you should never cross a man who has everything to lose. Wade said he was a God but what happens when a God enters a realm beyond his control? This is my realm, this is my domain, this is my fucking house! You're trespassing and I don't take too kindly to trespassers. You must be cleansed and destroyed. Captain Rump. Are you scared? It's alright to be, it's okay. Everyone else is feeling the same damn thing and I enjoy bleeding in the fields of fear.
Oh Captain Rump.
Run fucking peasant run for I spare nothing in your wake.
Prepare to surrender your life!
PREVIEW.
Andre Holmes: Let's just be honest. You're not here to screw me over. You're here to fucking piss me off and get this shit out of the way. You're doing the same shit like you did last time and get rid of me. You've always had that problem! Always. If it's not you in charge, you get a fucking emotional breakdown and do whatever you can to manipulate people just like you're doing with this Principal now. You want to know why the old Principal was gone? You want to know what this cunt did behind the scenes to get him out of the way?
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes, please.
Andre Holmes: Please what? You're going to be hounded by this ugly cunt in your doorway. She's a lying manipulative bitch who is coming for your position and you're too pussy to do anything about it. Get this bitch off the PTA board and I can assure you how easy it would be to sit down and listen to the rest of fakes who come to the school every day. She's the fucking reason for all the shit this school is going through; You're just too fucking stupid to see it through. Fuck this, I'm out of here!
Andre stormed out of the Principal's office leaving the dreaded woman to smirk behind him. He was really pissed off that she returned after she almost got him banned from school grounds. He flipped some equipment over and security escorted him out. As he walked back to the car, his fists were tightening to the point where his knuckles almost popped out. Andre got into the driver's seat, slammed the door then press the button to start the car. He was utterly upset how the school wouldn't do anything to correct the mistake they made last year. What if his kids are suffering in class being bullied because their father is WCF Hardcore Champion? The entire world is up against him at Las Vegas but now at his home? No. That was unfair. He slammed his hands against the car horn repeatedly, yelling at the top of his voice before he leaned his head on top of the steering wheel. The pressure was getting to him then he backed out of the parking space before driving back home. Andre needed to see Kaitlyn and air out his grievances. Fuck the fucking assholes he thought to himself.
He dialed Kaitlyn's number on the dashboard and after a few rings, she answered the call.
Kaitlyn Curran: What's up?
Andre Holmes: Bullshit. Bullshit to where I can't give a flying fuck about this school anymore. How am I supposed to deal with this and my match this Sunday? I shouldn't have to deal with eager parents trying to kick me out of the school. It's totally uncalled for!
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre! You need to relax and think this through. You didn't cause a commotion like last time, did you?
He hesitated to answer after his storming out.
Kaitlyn Curran: Hello?
Andre Holmes: Well I kind of did. It wasn't my fault. I was jus-
Kaitlyn Curran: No. I don't wanna' hear it. You need to control your emotions and think rationally. We'll attend the PTA meeting together and put an end to these false accusations made against you. You can't win everything by violence and brute force. Sometimes you need to think with your head more than your fists.
Andre Holmes: Since when did you get so fucking wise? You been watching Jackie Chan movies or something?
Kaitlyn Curran: Yes and they definitely help like right now.
Andre rolled his eyes and eased off on the gas pedal. He was travelling pretty fast on the highway back to school. It was easy to understand the anger boiling after being screwed over by the school but due to the shit the same bitch caused last time, the same manipulation games will be coming to strike him down. A large pool of concerned parents will form a union, a union against Andre Holmes, and use their talents to discourage him from attending any school events again. This is a war, the world against one man. What does a loving fighting father do in the face of such travesty? Does he run or does he hide? Kaitlyn was talking through the speakers trying to reason with him; It went through one ear out the other. All Andre could think about was wrapping his large hands, tighten them around her throat then choke the life out of her. Listen to her blood gurgling screams of mercy, beg for her life. His children would be made fools if she won, he has to fight to protect them at all costs. Andre would do everything in his power to ensure victory.
Principal Mason: Mr. Holmes, please.
Andre Holmes: Please what? You're going to be hounded by this ugly cunt in your doorway. She's a lying manipulative bitch who is coming for your position and you're too pussy to do anything about it. Get this bitch off the PTA board and I can assure you how easy it would be to sit down and listen to the rest of fakes who come to the school every day. She's the fucking reason for all the shit this school is going through; You're just too fucking stupid to see it through. Fuck this, I'm out of here!
Andre stormed out of the Principal's office leaving the dreaded woman to smirk behind him. He was really pissed off that she returned after she almost got him banned from school grounds. He flipped some equipment over and security escorted him out. As he walked back to the car, his fists were tightening to the point where his knuckles almost popped out. Andre got into the driver's seat, slammed the door then press the button to start the car. He was utterly upset how the school wouldn't do anything to correct the mistake they made last year. What if his kids are suffering in class being bullied because their father is WCF Hardcore Champion? The entire world is up against him at Las Vegas but now at his home? No. That was unfair. He slammed his hands against the car horn repeatedly, yelling at the top of his voice before he leaned his head on top of the steering wheel. The pressure was getting to him then he backed out of the parking space before driving back home. Andre needed to see Kaitlyn and air out his grievances. Fuck the fucking assholes he thought to himself.
He dialed Kaitlyn's number on the dashboard and after a few rings, she answered the call.
Kaitlyn Curran: What's up?
Andre Holmes: Bullshit. Bullshit to where I can't give a flying fuck about this school anymore. How am I supposed to deal with this and my match this Sunday? I shouldn't have to deal with eager parents trying to kick me out of the school. It's totally uncalled for!
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre! You need to relax and think this through. You didn't cause a commotion like last time, did you?
He hesitated to answer after his storming out.
Kaitlyn Curran: Hello?
Andre Holmes: Well I kind of did. It wasn't my fault. I was jus-
Kaitlyn Curran: No. I don't wanna' hear it. You need to control your emotions and think rationally. We'll attend the PTA meeting together and put an end to these false accusations made against you. You can't win everything by violence and brute force. Sometimes you need to think with your head more than your fists.
Andre Holmes: Since when did you get so fucking wise? You been watching Jackie Chan movies or something?
Kaitlyn Curran: Yes and they definitely help like right now.
Andre rolled his eyes and eased off on the gas pedal. He was travelling pretty fast on the highway back to school. It was easy to understand the anger boiling after being screwed over by the school but due to the shit the same bitch caused last time, the same manipulation games will be coming to strike him down. A large pool of concerned parents will form a union, a union against Andre Holmes, and use their talents to discourage him from attending any school events again. This is a war, the world against one man. What does a loving fighting father do in the face of such travesty? Does he run or does he hide? Kaitlyn was talking through the speakers trying to reason with him; It went through one ear out the other. All Andre could think about was wrapping his large hands, tighten them around her throat then choke the life out of her. Listen to her blood gurgling screams of mercy, beg for her life. His children would be made fools if she won, he has to fight to protect them at all costs. Andre would do everything in his power to ensure victory.