Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Sept 30, 2017 11:33:39 GMT -5
"Destiny. A word used to combat the belief in fate. Every decision alters the path we walk on and changes the field we fight in. For every decision we made in the past, War presents a new opportunity to prove if those decisions turned into rewards or consequences. Every man, woman and child who watches the action with their own eyes will know the truth how far the members of the WCF roster will go to be the last one standing in the ring. There will be an abandonment of honor, an extinction of morals. Nothing matters in war except victory. God help us all and god help the ones chosen to go to hell."
AUDIO FILE: PART FOUR.
"Kyle Kemp. Through all the victories I have over you from taking the WCF Tag Team Championships away from your grasp or defeating you in the first ever triple threat match on the debut episode of UCI: Overload. You've always had that indomitable confidence deep in your soul driving you to be better than everyone else. However, your absence was always noticed. As the competition in the promotion got too tough, you took your way out of the battle and left yourself high and dry to fight somewhere else. You can't be serious Kyle Kemp. You mean to tell me all that hard work in portraying yourself as the next golden child of the company was flushed down the toilet because for the first time in your life, you felt doubt.
Doubt. The common rival of courage. The doubt you felt was real all along and at War, it'll be more than enough for the predators to strike. Tossing you over the top rope and dropping you down on your head because you were never better than anyone in this company.
Sidney J. Warwick. Congratulations on becoming the second WCF Omega Champion by defeating Mikey eXtreme. You've made your name known in the league by taking on arguably some of the best talent to ever grace the ring but as we can all see, this competition you've entered in is now of a first degree. How do you cope with the fact you've managed to defeat the champion without facing any advanced enemies in the Alpha division. Yes. We saw how you held the belt with pride trying to change the political views of the audience and the locker room with your visions of peaceful grandeur. However, nothing has worked. You're one of the few champions in this company the people have their eyes on just to see how long it takes before you fall down on your knees.
It's a simple fact Sidney. No one here is discrediting what you've earned. You're the rightful Omega Champion but you're untapped yet to reach your full potential which might be your prime right now. I have a weird feeling that after you lose the belt, you're going to fall in a downward spiral questioning if all you know is nothing but a sham. How dare you Sidney. Ever since you arrived in the company, you're being a thorn in everyone's asses when you open your damn mouth. The social justice warrior gaining a platform to speak his conspiracy theories and burn our eyes with his speeches which isn't even as great as the Martin Luther Kings. This is the world of war; No chance of peace and especially no chance of talking your own out of it. Besides, I've always wanted to knock your ugly acne filled face for every word you type on Twitter. Come Tokyo, Omega? You're still a beta.
Luke Force. The irresistible jackass who charges twenty dollars for young girls under the age of sixteen to experience touching a real man's muscles. However, he is the current and reigning WCF Alpha Champion who has some charismatic trait he brings to the championship. Even though he likes to waste his time dropping pathetic promos trying to showcase his rap skills that could equal Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Jesus performing on a song together; Or maybe he's trying to show off the muscles on his eyelids that they can tear off their own eyebrows. Either way, this man is blinded from the truth. He's a sheep being given a collar because of his hard perseverance to stay alive before the knife cuts his head off. Luke Force is what we call the exceptional jobber delivering some sort of promise for momentary success of shining more than the rest. I'm not afraid of this asshole nor should I be afraid of a man who focuses more on the lotion of his muscles. Irresistible? You're right. My right leg is itching to thrust kick him out of the ring and send him back down to the gutters he managed to escape.
Bonnie Blue. The former UCI World Heavyweight Champion and second Triple Crown Champion. She made her return to WCF defeating the man known as David Sanchez, the leader of Everest until Steven Singh took over. As much as I used to love this woman, I've changed sides to focus on me and me alone so why should I fear this woman? She's gained a new look, changed the color of her and took on an attitude of her boyfriend, Wade Morr? It sounds to me she needed to reinvent herself to still hold weight inside the WCF ring. Really pathetic.
I've defeated this woman and yet here she comes back into the WCF trying to spread the message of UCI like a jehovah's witness knocking on your front door. While others would open and close it from the first word, I'll kick the door off the hinges then watch them fall flat on the back of their heads. Bonnie. I know you better than you think you are and you couldn't even win the Infinity match in UCI because I eliminated you. Imagine what I'll do to you when I see your pretty little face inside the ring at War."
A FAMILIAR FACE.
The building wasn't going to hold for long and Andre needed to escape before it collapsed. The machine gun was empty, the chamber hollow and every bullet was out of reach. He tossed the weapon to the nearby wall and kept running down the narrow path keeping his eyes peeled for any surprise attacks. Kicking the metal exit door off it's hinges, he started climbing up the steps like a madman until reaching the third floor. Entering into a brand new level, it seemed empty except the dust seeping through the cracks in the ceiling or the fires expanding in the offices. Andre ran into the intersection until a right elbow clocked under the left eye forcing him to be knocked backwards into the wall. This masked small figure held her right hand behind the back of his head then smashed his forehead hard against the concrete wall. The impact of the blow nearly rocked him; His legs wobbling as the weight of his body grew ten times larger. Once the small figure saw this physical reaction, she used her right elbow again to bend him forward after striking the ribs then smacked that the tip of her elbow joint down onto his head. Andre fell down against the cracked tiled floor which was cold and destroyed. The woman pried the mask off with her fingers then threw it down on the floor. When Andre rolled over onto his back, he saw the same face from before.
The ghost of his past was here to strike revenge. Lele Pons was back. Her short bleached blonde hair dancing with the violet winds due to the chaotic scenes around them. She took off her black gloves and cracked her knuckles as Andre kipped back up to his feet. She ducked under a sloppily thrown right roundhouse kicked then stung two hard left jabs into his ribs for a perfect counter. The air knocked out him, he's in a vulnerable state thus Andre eats a strong right uppercut followed by a right roundhouse kick behind the right ear forcing him to take a lot of steps back. Lele charged on her feet. Building momentum as her velocity increase and her brown eyes was locked onto the man who humiliated her for her organization to punish her for. This wasn't also for revenge but also for redemption. Sweet justice.
With one leap off the floor, she managed to drive his entire body away with a sick dropkick. Andre crashed through a wooden door leading into a destroyed office nearly engulfed in flames. The wooden door obliterated into multiple pieces as the metal hinges tear away. Andre lands harshly through an office table on fire before rolling over it to land on his chest on the charred rug. Lele slowly walked in; Entering with such high confidence that her swaying hips mock his downed spirit. She took a piece of wood ignited with fire on the end in her arms.
"You made a fool out of me in Japan Andre. I must admit, you were pretty good. You and your partner Jayson Price who is nowhere to be found but we realize we had a golden opportunity to attack your headquarters when you two are separated. See, you're very interesting Holmes. A loving father with a beautiful wife and four kids at home. Why get involved with girls like me? I understand you can't resist the attention of a beautiful woman or woman who fall under your feet. You're not a fighter, you're a bastard with an addiction for hurting others. What you did in Tokyo left a bad taste on my name. My mission to repay the favor and that's taking your life. So let's play a little game between you and I. How many times will it take me to beat your brains out with this wooden object? You thought I was untalented and you thought I was trash. Now looking at you, who's trash now? I'm the one everyone wants to see, I've been doing this for so long, I am not about to see my hard work go all to waste. Good bye and good night!"
Lele stood over his body and Andre's eyes fluttered open as if he got the quick boost of energy. From scaling her body up and down dressed in a black leather one piece outfit, he raised his left leg and kicked her in the coochie. Lele dropped the wooden piece beside him and fell down on her knees groaning out loud after a size twelve boot nearly busted her walls open. Andre on the other hand, he twirled his body on his shoulders and rolled back onto his feet. Lele looked up to Andre picking up the wooden piece covered in flames at the tip of the end. He shook his head and she lifted hers up with that slick smile across her face. Andre stopped in his walk, tilted his head to the right and arched his right eyebrow wondering why her reaction is one of a comedic source.
"What? Did you expect me to beg for my life? Just like you Andre, I'm willing to do for what I believe in as well."
"Good. I'm glad you believe in something. Everyone should for War but not everyone gets to live after all the shit you pulled you cunt!"
He swung the piece and broke it in half over her head. Lele's own skull committed a whiplash before her skinny petite figure tipped over and rested down on her right side with blood pouring across her face. Andre watched as the woman who tried to make her final grand gesture die before his eyes. She truly believed in what they told her but sacrificing herself to further a cause lost in mankind's history books? How many of those in the War match would meet the same fate as she did? Just another batch of disappointment awaiting their deadly demise.
AUDIO FILE: PART FIVE.
"Shadowlove. Allow me to explain how pathetically outmatched you were ever since you arrived in the WCF. Presenting this representation of a power couple between you and Ms. Miyamoto when all you've accomplished in the WCF is how to stay on the roster because your gimmick is entertaining enough. Inside the WCF ring, you were decent at best. Stuck in the mid card fighting to break up into the upper levels of competition but as the surface was great, the deeper you swim, the more you drowned. You never set the bar Shadowlove. You're an egotistical model who thought because of his good looks you could pass for a better athlete in the ring. Sure, it took you over one year to capture a championship from UCI Wrestling let alone even winning a match in the WCF. War. A match consisting of every person who is in the argument for greatest of all time and you truly believe that this is your calling? Stop it Shadowlove. I'm coming to smack your head off and feed it to Ms. Miyamoto. Make her eat off the floor like a common dog from the Four Brothers movie. Eat...now.
Kevin Bishop. Well isn't this man a special occasion and I'm not referring to his indecent traits to throw out the Brotherhood name and pretend he's Magneto. No. This man does earn some of my respect but all that was thrown away when he came back on WCF programming flaunting the UCI World Heavyweight Championship until losing it to Zombie McMorris. As a former United States Champion and almost the longest reigning People's Champion, you'd thought this man would stay in the WCF to add more accolades to his list but he tuck his tail and hid in UCI. Not that that's a bad thing. I was in UCI for a while and then I came back to WCF a brand new athlete who has the best WCF Hardcore Championship reign but my issue with Kevin Bishop are beyond compare. Kevin has a god like complex ever since he announced himself as a king. King of the Brotherhood. A king of losers, broken things, bastards, cripples and men who have never been confident in their lives. What kind of king would attract such disgusting animals from the slums of the earth? I'll let you decide hence why he is nothing.
Kevin Bishop is a lying, manipulative bastard who attracts the gullible and easily swayed men. He feeds off their false hope and false beliefs then twists their minds turning them into his own personal legion. It's this type of character I'll never agree with and he pretends he knows the art of War. Kevin. War isn't gathering all the men in front of you to form a shield wall. The Spartans tried it and even they died in the end. War is fighting through everything yourself and even when the odds are against you, you still come out honorably victorious.
Ethan King. The only competitor in this match with an actual story. An actual story of being denied the chance to reach the top of the mountain and take his rightful place on the iron throne. KIng of the seven islands and the WCF World Champion. His story has truly been amazing and two weeks ago when we faced off for the hardcore championship, I honestly didn't believe he had it in him. It turns out that man may have the stomach to withhold all the beatings and the kills he's ready to create at War but with all those good traits, what about the flaws? Ethan KIng. United States Champion, Tag Team Champion, Trios Champion and now the current WCF Hardcore Champion. An amazingly talented individual who is tired of being thrown at the sidelines that he personally went to Seth Lerch himself, held him by his family jewels and demanded him to give him a shot. I commend Ethan for finally having a mind of his own when we all thought Sanchez shoved his dick so far up his ass, the tip of it replaced itself with Ethan's brain. No. Ethan was tired of being the side show.
Seth Lerch however, he didn't buy into the hype just yet. He wanted Ethan to prove himself. If Ethan King was truly ready, why not put him in the greatest match of all time in WCF? War. Let Ethan King use all that energy of being disrespected and overlooked because he wanted to be world champion the moment he signed his name on the contract. War. I couldn't think of a better match or a better time to witness Ethan unhook his training wheels and finally ride the bicycle by himself. No more Everest, just Ethan King. Perfect freakin' timing.
Because now I get to see Ethan at his best. The Ethan who barged through the doors garnering everyone's attention from The Pride then becoming United States Champion. This is the Ethan King everyone should fear. A man with nothing to lose but everything to gain. Backed into a corner where the walls are slowly closing in. The light above him becoming smaller and smaller until darkness is his best friend. Oh. This my friends is the exact reason why War is going to be entertaining. With all that in his own mind...it still won't be enough to win.
Ethan is not going to win War. He's an emotional wreck of a sob story looking for sympathy because those he brought in and sheltered did what he couldn't do for the past years. He couldn't break out of the scene and his only chance of gaining some credibility was beating me for the hardcore championship which he failed. War, however, I'm coming to win it and prove while I remained silent until this match, it was for a strong purpose of waiting patiently. Strike at the right moment and break every bone in his body for the sheer worth."
Fourth floor. Just two more floors to pass before the exit to the top of this building. Each step climbing the stairs was getting slower and slower; Andre's body wasn't agreeing with him from the last fight he had for some reason. He slowly sat down on the staircase, leaned back and pulled up the armor. Unfortunately, he was cut a little deep on his stomach. The slash on his left side was bleeding; Drip by drip, the blood flowed from off his body to the stairs and Andre punched the railing hoping shit like this wouldn't happen. He opened a little patch on his armor and removed a bandage case where he wrapped it around his stomach and pressed down on the wound stopping the bleeding for now. The pain however stayed. Andre buried his face in the palm of his hands thinking to himself what the fuck he should do. This destruction, chaos and wormhole of peace devouring is all happening in a sudden flash. The local authorities have been paid off to turn a blind eye to the massacre of men who joined Mushroom Mandingo in fighting off these parasites they call themselves true women.
"If anyone...is still alive...tell me your location...please."
No response again. Andre looked up to the ceiling above him and wondered who could be alive at this point. He saw his men, his friends and employee either get shot to hell, burn to hell or blown to hell. As a matter of fact, it didn't matter how they died. They were sent to hell. War was brutal. No one was safe and no one was able to have an easy way out especially when everyone hated the fuck out of each other. Now here is Andre holding onto the warm railings with his hands and uses his biceps to pull him up back on his feet. He leaned over the railing, the breathing from his nostrils were heavy. Lips parted together as the pain increased due to his movement. His right hand caressed the wound, trying his best to nurse it and gather his thoughts back together. Nothing is going to stop him from putting an end to this war. He was the only one who was capable of doing so and Andre Holmes walked up the stairs until his communicator on his right shoulder connected.
"Hello...hello?! Anyone there?! Hello?"
"Mr. Holmes! Oh thank God! They came from everywhere. I had no idea what's going on!"
"Where are you?"
"I'm on the sixth floor. They have men everywhere searching for survivors and they're executing anyone who resists them. Please sir, I don't want to die. You have to get me out of here. Please."
"Okay. Stay hidden. I have an emergency chopper from Tokyo coming in one hour. We'll rendevous up to the building's top and then take off before setting this building to self-destruct. I'll be there in five minutes. Please stay alive!"
He bolted. Andre ran up those steps with a purpose. The purple veins in his neck popping out, his hazel eyes widened and his teeth churning against each other as every grunt was to fight against the pain. Although he was tripping over steps, he got back up and kept pushing up to the sixth floor. He barged in. Kicked the door open then ran down the narrow hallway to where the exit lead to a large conference room. Andre slammed his body through the doors breaking them down into pieces only to come to a sliding halt; My God.
There she was. There she was all this time. The one enemy Mushroom Mandingo was working so hard to track down. Blac Chyna. She stood there with a gun pointed at the small employee's head. He was bruised up on the face, bleeding out the nose and ears and whimpering as the barrel of the gun poked harder against his temple. Blac Chyna was accompanied by two henchmen in masks holding machine guns in her arms. Swaying her huge hips, her small waist and flipping her blonde hair around, she took off the large shades then threw it over her shoulder. Andre slowly approached the glass and tried punching it to no victory. It was triple pane glass making it much harder to break through. Chyna on the other hand, she laughed at his pathetic attempts to be a hero. Using his emotional vulnerabilities to lure him into a trap and watch him lean against the glass like a rabid animal waiting years to kill his master. Chyna finally left the employee chained to the executive chair alone and stood right in front of him from the other side. Her evil eyes looking into his own; Nothing was ever safe.
"So we finally meet, Mr. Holmes."
"Yeah. It would be better if we didn't have this glass between us. I was hoping it would just be me and you alone. After all, that's how you work best with all your clients right?"
She chuckled off that smart insult.
"I would agree but these circumstances do call for a special occasion. I'm here to test you Andre. I'm really here to test if you understand what War truly means. Everything you and your partner, Jayson Price, has done has given me issues in my plans. Issues I cannot rectify so blood must be paid. His blood-"
"Leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with us! This is between me and you."
"On the contrary, this has everything to do with him. You're turning a little fuck like him into something he shouldn't be. Now, I'm going to show you what happens when you don't fit the status quo."
"No, don't you fuckin' dare-"
Without even looking, she threw her right arm back and the 45. magnum released a bullet blowing his brains back across the chair and wall. Andre's eyes widened before releasing a primal scream of fury.
AUDIO FILE: PART SIX.
"Mikey eXtreme. If there is anyone I could give a slightest nod of respect for believing in what they stand for, you'd be at the top of the list. The saga of Mikey eXtreme and the United States Championship. Your reigns were truly a blessing under the table. I remember walking through the doors of WCF headquarters only to see your face everywhere holding the united states championship with pride. The employees all around speaking about how great Mikey eXtreme was. How he was destined to be united states championship forever and ever and ever.
I was there when you gave Chelsea Armstrong in her final match of WCF the beating of a lifetime. United States Championship on the line and you tore her a new asshole opened. Pounding her face in on the steel steps or your legendary feud with Bernard Core. Another person the entire world thought had you beat but you proved them all wrong when you retained the belt. Vengeance. Another great spectacle once again delivering that craft you built for the championship. Your house you built from the bottom hope that absolutely no one could take away from you Mikey.
Then. The Omega Championship. Becoming the inaugural champion, who better? It's only fitting that the three time United States Champion should become the first Omega Champion. Once again,
you made history again in the promotion putting you on a position where your spot is secured for the rest of time.
However, what happened? During your absence between those two eras, you were left in the dust to figure out what to do with your life. Back to back chances flushed down the toilet or drained down the sink. Remember how I said one world you control can't be controlled from a different world? I remember when you came for my hardcore championship at the time and lost brutally. You were never ready for the hardcore aspect even though you tried your absolute best to convince the entire world. Mikey eXtreme. Your last name representing the intensity you would bring to war. Putting your freakin' name on the line, the reputation and all you can bear as a measure to give you that slight edge over me to defeat the absolute best in the business. It wasn't good enough Mikey, it was never good enough. You knew this all along. Why?
Why compete in War when all you're known for is being the what if's? You lost the Omega Championship to Sidney J. Warwick. You're once again in the lonely position of if only he could be better. This is what War presents for you. The one chance just like me to be more than a mid card hoarder. However Mikey, you had the chance so many god damn times to be in the main event but every time that chance comes up, you invent ways to blow it. How will you choke on War? I can't wait to see it.
Oh! Speaking of choking, you know who really fits that mold? David Sanchez. The asshole I've hated from the days we met in UCI. This man is a greedy little trout desperate for power in any way shape or form. He's a lying cynical bastard holding all the keys in Everest and keeping them to himself with a hope of becoming world champion. In UCI, he created this group called the Syndicate. Their purpose were to be the only group in battle countering The Guardians yet everything was about him. His claim in the political world or his claim in the wrestling world. The power got to his head and that's probably why betrayed Pantheon to create Everest. Being behind those of Joey Flash and Jared Holmes, he hated their words and regime. He sought to himself that he could be build a better world for everyone in the professional wrestling business thus naming himself leader. Who did he bring? Ethan King, Steven Singh and much more he used as pawns in his little chess game. However, as we all saw, his power slowly started to decrease when he couldn't get the job done and doubts took over his mind.
It all started the downward spiral of David Sanchez. He couldn't capture the WCF World Championship after winning Final Destination at One when he lost the briefcase to Frank Patrick Venable of all people. Why? After that, he was given a chance in the Trilogy Cup and he failed that then his last chance was at Ultimate Showdown. Back to back chances and he still couldn't get the job done. It must have been so painful to witness all those shortcomings and his failures. Plaguing his mind over and over again; Constantly telling him he was never good enough. Pathetic.
David Sanchez is a fraudulent asshole who confuses everyone with his slick words. He couldn't even hold the WCF Internet Championship. He lost to Very Big Security and those douchebags are parading around as two-time champions. Really David? What happened? You were chosen to be the next guy to carry the flag. You presented all this hype and had the fans tune in week after week to see if you could follow up on your promises but as the days went by, you collapsed into the bottomless pit. Darkness took hold of you and you lie in a comatose state.
I am coming to knock you off your feet and bury you six feet under for every word you spoke in my direction. For every sentence you typed on Twitter trying your best to come after me but even though I reigned, I still had that sour taste in my mouth. War doesn't help you Sanchez. War was the last thing on your mind because you're a coward. Nothing you ever do or say will ever convince me of what your year of 2017 has proven. David Sanchez. You're the biggest loser and choke artist more than Monica Lewinsky, bitch!