Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Mar 26, 2017 16:44:13 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
ZUWARDO!
FREAK.
The great war was coming and the calm before the storm eased it's way into the minds of all warriors stepping into battle. Saturday evening has struck and Team Holmes were on their way to fight against the world. Kaitlyn and Andre were in the 2017 Lexus RX 350 with Andre behind the wheel obeying the speed limit while Kaitlyn was checking her make-up, her hair and how she looked in the mirror. While Kaitlyn was excited to attend the PTA Meeting, Andre's facial expression was painfully obvious. He wasn't attending a PTA Meeting, he was stepping into a war against the other parents. The world was against him due to the harsh nature of how he puts food on the table. How could the other parents judge him based on what he loves to do? He earns more money than nearly the entire school but still contributes a lot. His daughters attends it, soon his sons will, why stop a father who is fighting for the school to live on? It didn't make any sense until she bitch, Mrs. Johnson, made her return.
Mrs. Johnson was always the canning cunt desperate to be in power. Little did Kaitlyn know, she was the top candidate to be the next Principal of the school two years ago until Andre found out her plan to fire all the teachers who were against her in forming a new play. Andre took it upon himself to find a better candidate and get her out of power; Ever since then, the two have hated each other. All the parents knew about their boiling feud that took over the communities and even had some of the parents on edge. What surprised him is how Mrs. Johnson managed to form an army of sightless idiots against him; She must have used his Professional Wrestling career as evidence. Forged evidence to get her campaign back on track hence not only would it be bad for him. It would be bad for his daughters. Mrs. Johnson would make life in that middle school for both Serenity and Athena, it would be the fucking worst case scenario. They would be bullied, humiliated and singled out by Mrs. Johnson just for being the flesh and blood of Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: You look fine. Don't have to do your make up all the damn time. You look amazing.
Kaitlyn Curran: I just wanna' look my best. There's nothing wrong with freshening up. After all, this is the first PTA meeting we're going together. Why not look the part?
Andre Holmes: And have the rest of Dads look at my girl and fantasize how much they want to get it in with you?
Kaitlyn Curran: Oh please. You should hear how much the other moms talk about Andre Holmes. "Oh, why can't my husband be like him?", "Andre is such a man, he gets things done and he's so in shape.", "Andre this", "Andre that." Don't come to me with the jealousy shit, I have to hold back from dragging a bitch.
Andre Holmes: Oh God. Here we go again. You think you have it easy? How many people follow you on Instagram?
Kaitlyn Curran: Five hundred thousand but you have two and a half million followers. So ha!
Andre Holmes: Okay. You have a point. Fine, you win.
Kaitlyn Curran: Thank you.
Andre Holmes: Asshole.
Kaitlyn punches Andre in the arm being playful. The Lexus parked right near the entrance of the school. Andre got out of the car first then walked around to open the door letting his girlfriend out. He was dressed in a white buttoned shirt tucked inside his tight black dress pants and wearing large black dress shoes. A Michael Korrs watch to complete the accessories while Kaitlyn wore a long emerald dress. She had her hair let down as the two looked very formal for this PTA Meeting; They both walked through the entrance leading all the way to the conference area hosted for the community. As soon as they entered, all eyes had fallen on them. Andre sighed and Kaitlyn hugged his right arm assuring everything would be alright. At the top of the stage was Mrs. Johnson sat down in that big executive chair beside Principal Mason. Right there the two locked eyes. Andre and Kaitlyn sat down together in the middle row next to a few parents who shuffled over, they could sense the heat of the tension. Principal Mason was confident both Andre and Mrs. Johnson would not show any animosity to each other but even that might be questionable. Andre wanted to knock out Mrs. Johnson and the feeling was mutual.
Kaitlyn Curran: Just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen, you're fine.
Andre Holmes: Please. I'm never fine as long as she's up there. She wants to get rid of me so let's see what this cunt has in stored.
Principal Mason gets off from her chair then stands behind the podium. She taps into the microphone, the sound engineer gives her the thumbs up. Her small frail body, old and rough voice spoken which can be uncomfortable. Andre leans back in the chair with his arms folded, ready for the shit storm coming his way.
Principal Mason: Evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for attending this urgent PTA Meeting. As you are all aware, we've had more violent incidents between students. We believe it may have something to do with what the parents influence at home with their careers. I'll leave it over to Mrs. Johnson.
A few eyes turned to Andre who didn't break eye contact with Mrs. Johnson. Not to mention, they were a few parents mumbling among themselves. Mrs. Johnson looked very polite and confident as some volunteer students helped with the production and of a power point to be used in her speech.
Mrs. Johnson was always the canning cunt desperate to be in power. Little did Kaitlyn know, she was the top candidate to be the next Principal of the school two years ago until Andre found out her plan to fire all the teachers who were against her in forming a new play. Andre took it upon himself to find a better candidate and get her out of power; Ever since then, the two have hated each other. All the parents knew about their boiling feud that took over the communities and even had some of the parents on edge. What surprised him is how Mrs. Johnson managed to form an army of sightless idiots against him; She must have used his Professional Wrestling career as evidence. Forged evidence to get her campaign back on track hence not only would it be bad for him. It would be bad for his daughters. Mrs. Johnson would make life in that middle school for both Serenity and Athena, it would be the fucking worst case scenario. They would be bullied, humiliated and singled out by Mrs. Johnson just for being the flesh and blood of Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: You look fine. Don't have to do your make up all the damn time. You look amazing.
Kaitlyn Curran: I just wanna' look my best. There's nothing wrong with freshening up. After all, this is the first PTA meeting we're going together. Why not look the part?
Andre Holmes: And have the rest of Dads look at my girl and fantasize how much they want to get it in with you?
Kaitlyn Curran: Oh please. You should hear how much the other moms talk about Andre Holmes. "Oh, why can't my husband be like him?", "Andre is such a man, he gets things done and he's so in shape.", "Andre this", "Andre that." Don't come to me with the jealousy shit, I have to hold back from dragging a bitch.
Andre Holmes: Oh God. Here we go again. You think you have it easy? How many people follow you on Instagram?
Kaitlyn Curran: Five hundred thousand but you have two and a half million followers. So ha!
Andre Holmes: Okay. You have a point. Fine, you win.
Kaitlyn Curran: Thank you.
Andre Holmes: Asshole.
Kaitlyn punches Andre in the arm being playful. The Lexus parked right near the entrance of the school. Andre got out of the car first then walked around to open the door letting his girlfriend out. He was dressed in a white buttoned shirt tucked inside his tight black dress pants and wearing large black dress shoes. A Michael Korrs watch to complete the accessories while Kaitlyn wore a long emerald dress. She had her hair let down as the two looked very formal for this PTA Meeting; They both walked through the entrance leading all the way to the conference area hosted for the community. As soon as they entered, all eyes had fallen on them. Andre sighed and Kaitlyn hugged his right arm assuring everything would be alright. At the top of the stage was Mrs. Johnson sat down in that big executive chair beside Principal Mason. Right there the two locked eyes. Andre and Kaitlyn sat down together in the middle row next to a few parents who shuffled over, they could sense the heat of the tension. Principal Mason was confident both Andre and Mrs. Johnson would not show any animosity to each other but even that might be questionable. Andre wanted to knock out Mrs. Johnson and the feeling was mutual.
Kaitlyn Curran: Just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen, you're fine.
Andre Holmes: Please. I'm never fine as long as she's up there. She wants to get rid of me so let's see what this cunt has in stored.
Principal Mason gets off from her chair then stands behind the podium. She taps into the microphone, the sound engineer gives her the thumbs up. Her small frail body, old and rough voice spoken which can be uncomfortable. Andre leans back in the chair with his arms folded, ready for the shit storm coming his way.
Principal Mason: Evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for attending this urgent PTA Meeting. As you are all aware, we've had more violent incidents between students. We believe it may have something to do with what the parents influence at home with their careers. I'll leave it over to Mrs. Johnson.
A few eyes turned to Andre who didn't break eye contact with Mrs. Johnson. Not to mention, they were a few parents mumbling among themselves. Mrs. Johnson looked very polite and confident as some volunteer students helped with the production and of a power point to be used in her speech.
FREAK.
Wow. I'm back again with this bullshit. Speaking to all the other fucking idiots who are in this match. Apologies if I sound like a broken record but you can say the same thing for success. When you constantly win, the broken record gets ignored unless those who listen to the screeching sound get jealous. They want to shut down my success, remove me from my throne of the WCF Hardcore Division. Stalker, are you one of them? Do you think you have any chance of beating me in this match because I think you might be biting off more than you can chew. Have you done anything worthy enough to be even considered in the Hardcore Title picture? No. You hide away from success, you loathe even showing your face in public. You can't do anything that I haven't seen before you and you will fucking lose this match. Stalker, how about we reason for a moment? Let's talk about what you really are. The Hardcore Division welcomes freaks and exiled people of the world, it's an open invitation for anyone and everyone who enjoys pain. People like me who have a death wise, an addiction for cutting and maiming flesh. I enjoy it. I seek out who are said to be the most indestructible forces in the WCF then I prove them wrong. Check my track record, nothing can stop me from gaining all the crazy shit happening in this fucking world. Understand me bitch?
So when I say you should run, run. I'm going to leave you bloodied and broken inside that ring, my ring. It's a constitution I built upon the foundation of what I have waited to see, and what I have waited so long to regain back in my life. Seth threw me out and I came back with a purpose. A purpose that I almost thought was meaningless. The Hardcore Championship. Over fifty days I have held it and my reign was already better than Crazy J's 153 day reign or Zombie McMorris' award winning Horrorkore Championship. I'm building a dynasty off the broken bones, shattered hopes and dreams, dismembered limbs plus the fear of all my opponents who have stepped before me. Stalker. You may be a big fish in the small pond but your limited. I am Poseidon baby, I'm the one leading all life underwater to my fucking dream. The glorious dream. Andre Holmes being a strong predator destroying the weak who hold this division back. All of you in this match are holding me back and you all fucking know it. While you all run on gasoline, I run on fucking energy of the Sun. My power shall never fall and it will never be tested again.
Stalker. Welcome to my Hardcore Division. A sanctuary for fools like you and a safe haven to spill blood.
You will not make it out alive nor will you ever see the days of future past.
You will die.
So when I say you should run, run. I'm going to leave you bloodied and broken inside that ring, my ring. It's a constitution I built upon the foundation of what I have waited to see, and what I have waited so long to regain back in my life. Seth threw me out and I came back with a purpose. A purpose that I almost thought was meaningless. The Hardcore Championship. Over fifty days I have held it and my reign was already better than Crazy J's 153 day reign or Zombie McMorris' award winning Horrorkore Championship. I'm building a dynasty off the broken bones, shattered hopes and dreams, dismembered limbs plus the fear of all my opponents who have stepped before me. Stalker. You may be a big fish in the small pond but your limited. I am Poseidon baby, I'm the one leading all life underwater to my fucking dream. The glorious dream. Andre Holmes being a strong predator destroying the weak who hold this division back. All of you in this match are holding me back and you all fucking know it. While you all run on gasoline, I run on fucking energy of the Sun. My power shall never fall and it will never be tested again.
Stalker. Welcome to my Hardcore Division. A sanctuary for fools like you and a safe haven to spill blood.
You will not make it out alive nor will you ever see the days of future past.
You will die.
SHORTCOMINGS.
And now we show the definition of what happens when someone is built up to fall down. How the world can get behind a single person, support them through everything and when it's time to repay the world their praises, they let them down. The world sought out a young wrestler who had all the potential to be a great athlete in the future. He had all the tools, the potential, the drive, the passion. The makings of a fine young wrestler with nothing to lose, everything to gain. The world like that kind of story. A new wrestler from a new generation showing up with a mission: Win it all and leave nothing behind. They fellow the underdogs because they think one day the underdog could grow to become a legend. It's sort of like me currently in the mix. I started out in the WCF and I had everyone raving about me being the next big top prospect. The others could be said for Dune, Joey Flash and many other legends/Hall of Famers who started out as top prospects. Only difference between us and Joe Smarts, we overcame every obstacles intelligently and with a fighting spirit. Joe Smarts is doing this for fame and fortune. A pathetic excuse to be recognized as another top competitor in this business. Joe, I'll make it simple for you. Get all the fame, all the followers on social media, bring that to Las Vegas and you'll fucking lose everything!
Joe Smarts. WCF's new golden boy is about to learn what happens when first place doesn't exist in his world. You fucking think this is your time to arise and have some fun? You think you're going to be the one to turn everything into a happy ending story? Life doesn't work that way. It never does. You have to fight for the happy ending, not sit down and let it be handed to you. Tell me why should you out of all people be the next big thing to occur in this company when you have people like Dion Necurat fighting in the Trilogy Tournament and you're not. This might be quite a reality rude awakening for you. Joe Smarts has no god damn chance of winning this match. He's been thrown into the names of people sacrificed to make this belt that's going to be around MY waist look good. I appreciate the kind effort gentlemen. You have done your Hardcore Division proud, you have done your King proud. You must be proud of yourselves for taking up a responsibility no one else would. I left my throne, sought out the best and still came back unharmed. What have the rest of you done? Nothing. Shame in itself. The rest of you have done nothing as of yet.
We have losers, jobbers, has beens. The only valued person in this match is Andre Holmes. The Andre Holmes.
How do you deal with that?
You can't.
It's all over.
Joe Smarts. WCF's new golden boy is about to learn what happens when first place doesn't exist in his world. You fucking think this is your time to arise and have some fun? You think you're going to be the one to turn everything into a happy ending story? Life doesn't work that way. It never does. You have to fight for the happy ending, not sit down and let it be handed to you. Tell me why should you out of all people be the next big thing to occur in this company when you have people like Dion Necurat fighting in the Trilogy Tournament and you're not. This might be quite a reality rude awakening for you. Joe Smarts has no god damn chance of winning this match. He's been thrown into the names of people sacrificed to make this belt that's going to be around MY waist look good. I appreciate the kind effort gentlemen. You have done your Hardcore Division proud, you have done your King proud. You must be proud of yourselves for taking up a responsibility no one else would. I left my throne, sought out the best and still came back unharmed. What have the rest of you done? Nothing. Shame in itself. The rest of you have done nothing as of yet.
We have losers, jobbers, has beens. The only valued person in this match is Andre Holmes. The Andre Holmes.
How do you deal with that?
You can't.
It's all over.
STEAM.
DEJA VU.
Mrs. Johnson: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Aragon Middle School PTA Meeting 2017. As our beloved Principal Mason has said, there has been issues arising at this school concerning our students. Violent acts such as fights, disorderly conduct and even destruction of property has increased drastically over the past two months. Why these acts have been increasing, we are not sure but we have found out why. Our studies have resulted that the students have been watching the terrible sport better known as Professional Wrestling. Ever since the promotion, Wrestling Championship Federation, has been touring the United States promoting violence, more kids have tuned in to watch the violent airings. Thus when asked what inspired them to do these acts, their first answer was WCF.
Kaitlyn slowly dragged her hand to hold onto Andre's. She looked at him and held his hand tightly. Kaitlyn felt exactly how he felt; Used as an example to better a terrible cause for the school. Andre leaned back in the chair in the middle row watching her present her "studies" and use the evidence she found to eradicate the only thing he ever loved. While it was a selfish way to think, his passion for Professional Wrestling could never be questioned. However, Andre did think about what is better for the students. Maybe Mrs. Johnson was right, maybe he was the cause for this.
Mrs. Johnson: I think maybe we should call someone to the stand to give us their view of what happened at school yesterday. My own daughters, Jessica, will tell you a certain situation that I believe all parents should listen too. Trust me when I say this situation will never happen again when we come together to better the experience of our students. Thank you everyone, Jessica?
The young girl walked on stage and got extra help to stand up on the boards. Mrs. Johnson stepped aside letting her daughter take control of the podium. Her voice was ever so soft and sweet, a parent could easily tell when a child is nervous. This one wasn't, she was calm, collected and ready to give the speech of a lifetime. Andre rolled his eyes, leaned his head on his cheek then looked at Kaitlyn who shrugged her shoulder. Kaitlyn just needed to make sure Andre wouldn't explode out of anger thus giving Mrs. Johnson the win. What a terrible loss before Las Vegas, ehh?
Jessica: Hello everyone. Yesterday a fight happened between two boys as they argued about a seat. They asked why did they fight and they said they learned from their favorite wrestler on TV. They said it was Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: Of course it would be me. How freakin' predictable.
Kaitlyn shook her head while Andre kept his eyes only on Mrs. Johnson. A few parents around him started whispering and gossiping among themselves about Andre Holmes. It seems his WCF Hardcore Championship match may not be his biggest roadblock yet. Mrs. Johnson took back control of the podium after Jessica, her daughter, left the stage back to her father. Mrs. Johnson smirked knowing the parents were turning over to her side.
Andre Holmes: This is not going to end well.
Mrs. Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen of Aragon Middle School, allow me to become the voice of reason by saying I think it's time we take a different approach. Our problems are not because of television or what the terrible sport of Professional Wrestling has created. It leads to one individual who lives this lifestyle everywhere he goes. I call for an immediate removal of Andre Holmes from the Aragon Middle School.
Andre Holmes: There it is.
Kaitlyn Curran: You've got to be shitting me. They can't do this!
The board members on the stage hoped it didn't lead to this but they might be facing huge collateral damage. Andre slowly stood up from his chair accompanied by Kaitlyn before the two walked down the aisle to the stage. There Andre Holmes saw the eyes of parents who turned against him and those who didn't know which side to choose. This is a war he was losing, Mrs. Johnson took her seat next to the Principal as Andre and Kaitlyn stood behind the podium. Andre tapped into the microphone and spoke with a firm tone.
Andre Holmes: Hello. Some of you may know me, some of you don't. Some of you may know all too well. I know what you're thinking and I'll be perfectly honest. I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression and yes, I am a Professional Wrestler. Everything that you see me perform on television is real, I'm not scared to show who I really am because I have nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing I pity is how your time is being wasted to bash a man who has sacrificed his body every week to see my kids, my family get food on their table along with making great efforts to ensure Aragon Middle School lives on.
Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes while Andre looked at her.
Andre Holmes: Now this woman thinks that the problem with this school is what I do. A lot of you may agree, few will disagree. It is not my responsibility for you to take up the goals of ensuring your kids do not follow what they see on television. This isn't just a violent, it's an art. It's a career I have put fourteen years into and I'll be damned if I let some power hungry wench take that away from me. If you agree with, just know what you're doing. For all the fathers, the mothers, the guardians, are you really going to get in the way of a parent fighting to see his kids have a bright future? I didn't think so. I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Please enjoy your day.
Kaitlyn and Andre walked off stage then left the PTA Meeting. No more words could be said about the latter. Andre had every right to leave after what just happened.
Kaitlyn slowly dragged her hand to hold onto Andre's. She looked at him and held his hand tightly. Kaitlyn felt exactly how he felt; Used as an example to better a terrible cause for the school. Andre leaned back in the chair in the middle row watching her present her "studies" and use the evidence she found to eradicate the only thing he ever loved. While it was a selfish way to think, his passion for Professional Wrestling could never be questioned. However, Andre did think about what is better for the students. Maybe Mrs. Johnson was right, maybe he was the cause for this.
Mrs. Johnson: I think maybe we should call someone to the stand to give us their view of what happened at school yesterday. My own daughters, Jessica, will tell you a certain situation that I believe all parents should listen too. Trust me when I say this situation will never happen again when we come together to better the experience of our students. Thank you everyone, Jessica?
The young girl walked on stage and got extra help to stand up on the boards. Mrs. Johnson stepped aside letting her daughter take control of the podium. Her voice was ever so soft and sweet, a parent could easily tell when a child is nervous. This one wasn't, she was calm, collected and ready to give the speech of a lifetime. Andre rolled his eyes, leaned his head on his cheek then looked at Kaitlyn who shrugged her shoulder. Kaitlyn just needed to make sure Andre wouldn't explode out of anger thus giving Mrs. Johnson the win. What a terrible loss before Las Vegas, ehh?
Jessica: Hello everyone. Yesterday a fight happened between two boys as they argued about a seat. They asked why did they fight and they said they learned from their favorite wrestler on TV. They said it was Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: Of course it would be me. How freakin' predictable.
Kaitlyn shook her head while Andre kept his eyes only on Mrs. Johnson. A few parents around him started whispering and gossiping among themselves about Andre Holmes. It seems his WCF Hardcore Championship match may not be his biggest roadblock yet. Mrs. Johnson took back control of the podium after Jessica, her daughter, left the stage back to her father. Mrs. Johnson smirked knowing the parents were turning over to her side.
Andre Holmes: This is not going to end well.
Mrs. Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen of Aragon Middle School, allow me to become the voice of reason by saying I think it's time we take a different approach. Our problems are not because of television or what the terrible sport of Professional Wrestling has created. It leads to one individual who lives this lifestyle everywhere he goes. I call for an immediate removal of Andre Holmes from the Aragon Middle School.
Andre Holmes: There it is.
Kaitlyn Curran: You've got to be shitting me. They can't do this!
The board members on the stage hoped it didn't lead to this but they might be facing huge collateral damage. Andre slowly stood up from his chair accompanied by Kaitlyn before the two walked down the aisle to the stage. There Andre Holmes saw the eyes of parents who turned against him and those who didn't know which side to choose. This is a war he was losing, Mrs. Johnson took her seat next to the Principal as Andre and Kaitlyn stood behind the podium. Andre tapped into the microphone and spoke with a firm tone.
Andre Holmes: Hello. Some of you may know me, some of you don't. Some of you may know all too well. I know what you're thinking and I'll be perfectly honest. I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression and yes, I am a Professional Wrestler. Everything that you see me perform on television is real, I'm not scared to show who I really am because I have nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing I pity is how your time is being wasted to bash a man who has sacrificed his body every week to see my kids, my family get food on their table along with making great efforts to ensure Aragon Middle School lives on.
Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes while Andre looked at her.
Andre Holmes: Now this woman thinks that the problem with this school is what I do. A lot of you may agree, few will disagree. It is not my responsibility for you to take up the goals of ensuring your kids do not follow what they see on television. This isn't just a violent, it's an art. It's a career I have put fourteen years into and I'll be damned if I let some power hungry wench take that away from me. If you agree with, just know what you're doing. For all the fathers, the mothers, the guardians, are you really going to get in the way of a parent fighting to see his kids have a bright future? I didn't think so. I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Please enjoy your day.
Kaitlyn and Andre walked off stage then left the PTA Meeting. No more words could be said about the latter. Andre had every right to leave after what just happened.
DEJA VU.
You know? It seems everywhere my battles go, I'm the one getting the worst out of the shit storm. I'm the one who can't seem to get any chance of relaxation or at least live another week without someone starting shit. My own school committee tried to against me, kick me out of the school I even attended when I was kid because my passion to be the WCF Hardcore Champion isn't worth anything. Well, guess what I say to all of that? It's a bunch of bullshit. History always repeats itself hence why how I won my first Hardcore Championship in this same predicament. The entire world against me, maybe the whole entire universe against me not just what I have but who I am. Out of all the names in this match, who puts in the most work? Who sacrifices everything and leaves it all in the ring with this division? Who puts this division on their very back to ensure everyone who pays their money to enter into the arena comes out happy? My own children even said to me I should go all out. Don't hold back, be the champion I was born to be. Those words gave me power, they gave me strength. More than I can say for Katherine Phoenix, Jaice Wilds and whoever the rest are that don't even need to be named.
I have come back to be what I was wrongfully screwed over for. I've beaten the very best Seth Lerch offered and I've taken what belonged to me all this time. Power comes in many forms or sizes. No, I'm not talking about Katherine Phoenix running off to Seth Lerch, sucking his dick then coming back as "Assistant Talent Relations". My bad, she wasn't even taken seriously when hired by K.L Henson and Benjamin Atreyu. Jaice Wilds and whoever the next guy is won't stand any chance against me. I'm tired of giving these guys spotlight when they couldn't even get a light bulb to appear over there own heads. I'm sorry but this is where I make the point and case of why this Hardcore Division will fail unless I am the one in charge. Honestly, let me tell you why history repeats itself and never fucking lies to our faces.
I am going to be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion. No one and I mean no one can do what I've done in this company and no one can wrestle as sadistically as I can. I hold this belt with pride, honor and respect until the bell rings then I use this belt to break open skulls and shatter bones. To all my opponents in this match, you will all die. Your death is inevitable and you're all about to fucking understand why Andre Holmes shall be the best damn competitor in this match. Thank you all, and good fucking night.
I have come back to be what I was wrongfully screwed over for. I've beaten the very best Seth Lerch offered and I've taken what belonged to me all this time. Power comes in many forms or sizes. No, I'm not talking about Katherine Phoenix running off to Seth Lerch, sucking his dick then coming back as "Assistant Talent Relations". My bad, she wasn't even taken seriously when hired by K.L Henson and Benjamin Atreyu. Jaice Wilds and whoever the next guy is won't stand any chance against me. I'm tired of giving these guys spotlight when they couldn't even get a light bulb to appear over there own heads. I'm sorry but this is where I make the point and case of why this Hardcore Division will fail unless I am the one in charge. Honestly, let me tell you why history repeats itself and never fucking lies to our faces.
I am going to be the greatest WCF Hardcore Champion. No one and I mean no one can do what I've done in this company and no one can wrestle as sadistically as I can. I hold this belt with pride, honor and respect until the bell rings then I use this belt to break open skulls and shatter bones. To all my opponents in this match, you will all die. Your death is inevitable and you're all about to fucking understand why Andre Holmes shall be the best damn competitor in this match. Thank you all, and good fucking night.