Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 10, 2016 17:24:10 GMT -5
Park of PNC.
Raleigh, North Carolina.
Friday, January 8 2016.
Friday was acting a little slow. The traffic was badly flowing as there were many accidents on the freeway, a lot of pedestrian activity near the PNC Arena. After what happened on Slam last week, things have been looking bright for the new number one contender for the Television Title. Since winning his contendership match against Lucious Starr, the challenger who is at the top of the rankings have somehow captured the attention from his opponents this week. Dag Riddik, and Punkin Caliban. Hanging on the other side of the fence, the divorce date has been officially set to the end of January. Andre, and Samantha have barely been in communication with one another ever since the argument they had back in Los Angeles, California. Finding that alcohol flask really broke his heart, and now he's more of a sociopath when it comes to the divorce. Amazing how time can make a man who was so determine on keeping the marriage afloat to a man who wants to be rid of the woman he very loved so much. A shame.
One in the afternoon, and a local park was filled with many families, and friends who wanted spend time with each other. The park was fairly big with many sections of parking, bike riding, soccer, and baseballs fields with basketball as well. Andre had to focus more on his training, this tag team match was intense especially after the social media backlash between him, and Dag Riddik. He is working more on his cardio, running down the streets for a five mile finish. He's not wearing any shirt, tight shorts, and Reebok white kicks. Also with his Galaxy S6 Edge phone strapped on his arms with his Spotify playlist blowing in his eardrums. He's focused on winning, and even more focused on becoming the new WCF Television Champion. His hazel eyes do not stray away from the pavement, and that causes him to bump into a young lady knocking them both into the grass. His earphones snap out, and he is completely apologetic.
Andre Holmes
I'm so sorry, I didn't know where I was looking.
It's fine. Accidents happen.
She picked herself up, and Andre really felt bad. She was fine, and looked quite attractive in her fitness wear. Great Caucasian skin with long red hair, and also how curvy her body was. She was five feet, nine inches tall, and mostly bantamweight. Her bright green eyes really caught his attention, and that smile could turn even the most depressed person into the happiest one on Earth. She opened her hand out, and introduced herself.
I'm Kaitlyn.
Andre Holmes
Andre.
Kaitlyn
Nice to meet you.
He shook her hand gently, and the two really were starting to get along especially on their first encounter. She looked around, and sighed. Bored with the fact they came to a stop in their run.
Kaitlyn
Well, I'm gonna head back on my run.
Andre Holmes
Same. I have about half a mile left.
Kaitlyn
Oh me too, you want to join me?
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
He hesitated to answer but her smile already decided for him.
Kaitlyn
Yeah, why not.
The two were jogging side by side, and exchanging information about themselves. It made their workout much easier now they share a running partner, and were interested to know about one another. Reaching the end of their five-mile run, they started walking down the street to the parking lot they were both parked at. Kaitlyn fixed her red hair in a ponytail, and was enjoying the company she had with Andre.
Andre Holmes
So where are you from?
Kaitlyn
Miami, Florida.
Andre Holmes
So what are you doing in Raleigh?
Kaitlyn
Visiting my mother, she's been wanting to see her 26 year old daughter for so long.
Andre Holmes
That's sweet.
Kaitlyn
What about you?
Andre Holmes
Work.
Kaitlyn
Work? Interesting. What do you do?
Andre Holmes
I wrestle.
She raised an eyebrow, and projected a funny smile.
Kaitlyn
No way, I don't believe you.
Andre Holmes
I'm not joking, I'm serious.
Kaitlyn
Right.
In a matter of moments, Andre walked Kaitlyn to her car, being a gentlemen as any other man would be. She opened the door, and bent over to push some of her stuff in the back seat, and he tilted his head to the side for a better look of her butt. Kaitlyn caught it, and quickly reacted by closing the door shut, and jokingly teasing him.
Kaitlyn
Were you looking at my ass?
Andre Holmes
What?! N-no. I was admiring how dirty you keep your backseat.
Kaitlyn
Whatever asshole. I keep it dirty just as much as you wrestle.
Andre Holmes
You still don't believe I'm a wrestler?
Kaitlyn
Prove it.
Andre Holmes
Okay. Sunday. Sunday is the weekly show we have, and I want you to be there.
Kaitlyn
I don't know, will I get VIP, backstage area? Mr. Wrestler?
Andre Holmes
Not with that attitude.
She laughed it off, and opened the drivers door to sit in the driver' s seat. Once she closed the door, she rolled down the window, and Andre leaned on the edge before she took off for one last thing.
Andre Holmes
So is that a yes?
Kaitlyn
Open your hand, and close your eyes.
He did as instructed. Kaitlyn took a pen lying away in the cup holder under the AC blower, and wrote down a message in the palm of his hand. Afterwards, he backed away from the car, and she took off in her 2012 Black Camaro. He opened his eyes, and read the message in his hand which said "305-244-2891, Surprise Me". His face was blushing, and his smile grew from ear to ear. His phone rang, and he removed to see Samantha calling his phone. He quickly pressed 'Don't Answer', and took down Kaitlyn's number in his contacts. Afterwards, he headed over to his own car, and enjoyed the rest of the day in his hotel room until it was time.
PNC Arena.
Raleigh, North Carolina.
WCF Exclusive.
It was getting close to 8:30, and the arena was still being prepared by the ring crew for Sunday's Slam event. The camera showed the empty arena, thousands of seats unattended, and the construction at work with setting up the ring, the titan-tron, and all sorts of technological wiring. Sitting in one of the high sections, Andre was leaning back against the chair with his feet kicked up on the lower one. He was dressed casually in his red T-Shirt, blue jeans, and black dress shoes with his shades on, and he had the Canon camera in his right hand completely focused on his face.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
I believe there are things we should be proud of. Graduating from College, becoming a father, earning your first pay-check. For me, it would be earning my first pay-check but it's not money. Last week on Slam, I was given an opportunity that no one would expect to be so early. I didn't expect it to come this soon but that's what happens when hard work pays off. When you put in that effort every day, and night to be the best you can, the rewards shower you like rain. That opportunity was a guaranteed shot at the WCF Television Championship. See, I want to address all the people of WCF. Some say I talk too much smack, and others believe I need my mouth zipped up. Unfortunately, you can't shut a person up who is constantly speaking the truth. Puzzled, aren't ya? Even though I said I would win the Torneo Cibernetico, I was right about a few other things. I would be getting a shot, and making an impact at WCF. Seth Lurch saw that, and gave me a shot which I took from Lucious. I faced him, and even though he nearly broke my back, I got the job done. That's what a REAL champion does. No matter how much the beating he gets, he has to break through it, and become the champion in the end. One of my favorite quotes about taking a beating is from the game 'inFamous. As Kessler said, "One must be able to take the beating, hell, to love the beating." That's exactly what I did last week. I got battered, and bruised, and all sorts of hoo-haa on my back. I still have the welts but in the end, I took the pain, and used to get the job done. Don't be fooled, I respect Lucious. He's hungry, and a little bit of me. The better man won, and now the better man is going to face the Television Champion.
Lucious. You were one hell of a competitor, and nearly paralyzed me for even the rest of my life. You pushed hard, and strong but that day was not your day. However, it seems God has given you redemption. We are tagging yet again, and I'm quite happy it's with you. You held your own in the Torneo Cibernetico give or take the elimination from Rage but you held your own. I can respect that, and tell that to the whole world. You hold your own, and you don't back down. You nearly tapped me out, and that says a lot. So how about we use the same energy, and same hunger from our contendership match, and focus it in one powerful blast against our opponents? I want you to know that this match means only a temporary pass for you to not get hurt by me so no surprises. However, I cannot say for our opponents.
He leaned back in the seat, and exhaled. Smirking, he knew what he was about to say.
What we are facing against is who I call one hit wonders. You hear them for the first time, and they sound great. However, they just don't have the fire in them to keep us entertained. A man who fits that description is Dag Riddik. Dag debuted at the Torneo, and came out victorious. The entire WCF wanted to see more of his dominance, his dedication, his perseverance, his fighting urge to win every match in his way. What happens next? Oh it's simple. He couldn't even beat Punkin Caliban to be the established number one contender for the Internet Championship. See what I mean by a one-hit wonder? They struggle to keep themselves relevant after being hot for one time only, and now Dag is blasting social media with his embarrassing, and meaningless threats to anyone that doesn't consider him an actual competitor in the ring. It's the truth. When you think of Dag Riddik, you think of all the Youtube comments you skip because they're boring, and plain out stupid. When you think of Dag, you think of those stupid ads that keep popping up on your screen to try, and get your attention but you install Adblocker to never see it again for the rest of your life. That's exactly who he is. He will try his best to make you think he has a chance of winning this match but we all know he's just another one-hit wonder. You guys think I'm joking? He came at me on Twitter because I was telling off our Assistant of Talent Relations, Katherine Phoenix. Five minutes later, he tries to hook up with her, and gets rejected. What happens when he doesn't get what he wants? He blasts you, and is never taken seriously again. Even a TWELVE YEAR OLD could do better winning the Internet Championship.
Dag. I want you to listen very carefully. When we step into that ring, there will be nothing to stop me from kicking your ass. You're a troll. A legit internet troll. You're never taken seriously on social media, you do this for attention because you have no relevance in the real life, and especially in that ring. There is no firewalls to protect you, no flagging on my Tweets so you don't cry yourself to sleep. It's just you, and me in that ring. I'm going to break you, and destroy you. For every character you typed in trying to flame me, that's the same amount of kicks I'm giving you to your skull. Dag, you're not worthy of even getting a title shot at all. Seth Lerch needed you only as a publicity example for why people shouldn't take trolls on the Internet seriously. You're nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nothing. Let me spell it out for you since you're in the division of trolling. L-O-L-A-N-D-R-E-W-I-N-S. Simple. When the computer is off, you're done. I hope maybe you understand that, and better your ways. If not, rest in peace to Dag Riddik. Another troll PWNED.
And who do we have here? Punkin Caliban? The one who was also on my team of the Torneo Cibernetico but also didn't make it to the end. Wow, you're also his partner? Shouldn't you be beating him down to get another failed chance at the Internet Championship? You make me sick Punkin. Another loud mouth who can't back it up in the ring. A clear example of why they throw anyone into the Internet title, and expect them to hold their own. You guys are the WORST tag team in the history of WCF-- scratch that. The history of Professional Wrestling itself. Both of you are going to die in that ring, and you're both going home with a humiliating loss under your belt. It's simple mathematics. The equation is Andre + Lucious = Death of Dag, and Punkin. Yep, it's so clear that a new born child will become the new Jimmy Neutron.
He leaned the camera closer to him, and removed his shades for a penance stare into the lens.
I remember you two came at Lucious, and now we're all here to settle the beef. You wanted to hear me Lucious, here is my message to you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the enemy of my friend...IS MY BITCH!
Fin.
Raleigh, North Carolina.
Friday, January 8 2016.
Friday was acting a little slow. The traffic was badly flowing as there were many accidents on the freeway, a lot of pedestrian activity near the PNC Arena. After what happened on Slam last week, things have been looking bright for the new number one contender for the Television Title. Since winning his contendership match against Lucious Starr, the challenger who is at the top of the rankings have somehow captured the attention from his opponents this week. Dag Riddik, and Punkin Caliban. Hanging on the other side of the fence, the divorce date has been officially set to the end of January. Andre, and Samantha have barely been in communication with one another ever since the argument they had back in Los Angeles, California. Finding that alcohol flask really broke his heart, and now he's more of a sociopath when it comes to the divorce. Amazing how time can make a man who was so determine on keeping the marriage afloat to a man who wants to be rid of the woman he very loved so much. A shame.
One in the afternoon, and a local park was filled with many families, and friends who wanted spend time with each other. The park was fairly big with many sections of parking, bike riding, soccer, and baseballs fields with basketball as well. Andre had to focus more on his training, this tag team match was intense especially after the social media backlash between him, and Dag Riddik. He is working more on his cardio, running down the streets for a five mile finish. He's not wearing any shirt, tight shorts, and Reebok white kicks. Also with his Galaxy S6 Edge phone strapped on his arms with his Spotify playlist blowing in his eardrums. He's focused on winning, and even more focused on becoming the new WCF Television Champion. His hazel eyes do not stray away from the pavement, and that causes him to bump into a young lady knocking them both into the grass. His earphones snap out, and he is completely apologetic.
Andre Holmes
I'm so sorry, I didn't know where I was looking.
It's fine. Accidents happen.
She picked herself up, and Andre really felt bad. She was fine, and looked quite attractive in her fitness wear. Great Caucasian skin with long red hair, and also how curvy her body was. She was five feet, nine inches tall, and mostly bantamweight. Her bright green eyes really caught his attention, and that smile could turn even the most depressed person into the happiest one on Earth. She opened her hand out, and introduced herself.
I'm Kaitlyn.
Andre Holmes
Andre.
Kaitlyn
Nice to meet you.
He shook her hand gently, and the two really were starting to get along especially on their first encounter. She looked around, and sighed. Bored with the fact they came to a stop in their run.
Kaitlyn
Well, I'm gonna head back on my run.
Andre Holmes
Same. I have about half a mile left.
Kaitlyn
Oh me too, you want to join me?
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
He hesitated to answer but her smile already decided for him.
Kaitlyn
Yeah, why not.
The two were jogging side by side, and exchanging information about themselves. It made their workout much easier now they share a running partner, and were interested to know about one another. Reaching the end of their five-mile run, they started walking down the street to the parking lot they were both parked at. Kaitlyn fixed her red hair in a ponytail, and was enjoying the company she had with Andre.
Andre Holmes
So where are you from?
Kaitlyn
Miami, Florida.
Andre Holmes
So what are you doing in Raleigh?
Kaitlyn
Visiting my mother, she's been wanting to see her 26 year old daughter for so long.
Andre Holmes
That's sweet.
Kaitlyn
What about you?
Andre Holmes
Work.
Kaitlyn
Work? Interesting. What do you do?
Andre Holmes
I wrestle.
She raised an eyebrow, and projected a funny smile.
Kaitlyn
No way, I don't believe you.
Andre Holmes
I'm not joking, I'm serious.
Kaitlyn
Right.
In a matter of moments, Andre walked Kaitlyn to her car, being a gentlemen as any other man would be. She opened the door, and bent over to push some of her stuff in the back seat, and he tilted his head to the side for a better look of her butt. Kaitlyn caught it, and quickly reacted by closing the door shut, and jokingly teasing him.
Kaitlyn
Were you looking at my ass?
Andre Holmes
What?! N-no. I was admiring how dirty you keep your backseat.
Kaitlyn
Whatever asshole. I keep it dirty just as much as you wrestle.
Andre Holmes
You still don't believe I'm a wrestler?
Kaitlyn
Prove it.
Andre Holmes
Okay. Sunday. Sunday is the weekly show we have, and I want you to be there.
Kaitlyn
I don't know, will I get VIP, backstage area? Mr. Wrestler?
Andre Holmes
Not with that attitude.
She laughed it off, and opened the drivers door to sit in the driver' s seat. Once she closed the door, she rolled down the window, and Andre leaned on the edge before she took off for one last thing.
Andre Holmes
So is that a yes?
Kaitlyn
Open your hand, and close your eyes.
He did as instructed. Kaitlyn took a pen lying away in the cup holder under the AC blower, and wrote down a message in the palm of his hand. Afterwards, he backed away from the car, and she took off in her 2012 Black Camaro. He opened his eyes, and read the message in his hand which said "305-244-2891, Surprise Me". His face was blushing, and his smile grew from ear to ear. His phone rang, and he removed to see Samantha calling his phone. He quickly pressed 'Don't Answer', and took down Kaitlyn's number in his contacts. Afterwards, he headed over to his own car, and enjoyed the rest of the day in his hotel room until it was time.
PNC Arena.
Raleigh, North Carolina.
WCF Exclusive.
It was getting close to 8:30, and the arena was still being prepared by the ring crew for Sunday's Slam event. The camera showed the empty arena, thousands of seats unattended, and the construction at work with setting up the ring, the titan-tron, and all sorts of technological wiring. Sitting in one of the high sections, Andre was leaning back against the chair with his feet kicked up on the lower one. He was dressed casually in his red T-Shirt, blue jeans, and black dress shoes with his shades on, and he had the Canon camera in his right hand completely focused on his face.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
I believe there are things we should be proud of. Graduating from College, becoming a father, earning your first pay-check. For me, it would be earning my first pay-check but it's not money. Last week on Slam, I was given an opportunity that no one would expect to be so early. I didn't expect it to come this soon but that's what happens when hard work pays off. When you put in that effort every day, and night to be the best you can, the rewards shower you like rain. That opportunity was a guaranteed shot at the WCF Television Championship. See, I want to address all the people of WCF. Some say I talk too much smack, and others believe I need my mouth zipped up. Unfortunately, you can't shut a person up who is constantly speaking the truth. Puzzled, aren't ya? Even though I said I would win the Torneo Cibernetico, I was right about a few other things. I would be getting a shot, and making an impact at WCF. Seth Lurch saw that, and gave me a shot which I took from Lucious. I faced him, and even though he nearly broke my back, I got the job done. That's what a REAL champion does. No matter how much the beating he gets, he has to break through it, and become the champion in the end. One of my favorite quotes about taking a beating is from the game 'inFamous. As Kessler said, "One must be able to take the beating, hell, to love the beating." That's exactly what I did last week. I got battered, and bruised, and all sorts of hoo-haa on my back. I still have the welts but in the end, I took the pain, and used to get the job done. Don't be fooled, I respect Lucious. He's hungry, and a little bit of me. The better man won, and now the better man is going to face the Television Champion.
Lucious. You were one hell of a competitor, and nearly paralyzed me for even the rest of my life. You pushed hard, and strong but that day was not your day. However, it seems God has given you redemption. We are tagging yet again, and I'm quite happy it's with you. You held your own in the Torneo Cibernetico give or take the elimination from Rage but you held your own. I can respect that, and tell that to the whole world. You hold your own, and you don't back down. You nearly tapped me out, and that says a lot. So how about we use the same energy, and same hunger from our contendership match, and focus it in one powerful blast against our opponents? I want you to know that this match means only a temporary pass for you to not get hurt by me so no surprises. However, I cannot say for our opponents.
He leaned back in the seat, and exhaled. Smirking, he knew what he was about to say.
What we are facing against is who I call one hit wonders. You hear them for the first time, and they sound great. However, they just don't have the fire in them to keep us entertained. A man who fits that description is Dag Riddik. Dag debuted at the Torneo, and came out victorious. The entire WCF wanted to see more of his dominance, his dedication, his perseverance, his fighting urge to win every match in his way. What happens next? Oh it's simple. He couldn't even beat Punkin Caliban to be the established number one contender for the Internet Championship. See what I mean by a one-hit wonder? They struggle to keep themselves relevant after being hot for one time only, and now Dag is blasting social media with his embarrassing, and meaningless threats to anyone that doesn't consider him an actual competitor in the ring. It's the truth. When you think of Dag Riddik, you think of all the Youtube comments you skip because they're boring, and plain out stupid. When you think of Dag, you think of those stupid ads that keep popping up on your screen to try, and get your attention but you install Adblocker to never see it again for the rest of your life. That's exactly who he is. He will try his best to make you think he has a chance of winning this match but we all know he's just another one-hit wonder. You guys think I'm joking? He came at me on Twitter because I was telling off our Assistant of Talent Relations, Katherine Phoenix. Five minutes later, he tries to hook up with her, and gets rejected. What happens when he doesn't get what he wants? He blasts you, and is never taken seriously again. Even a TWELVE YEAR OLD could do better winning the Internet Championship.
Dag. I want you to listen very carefully. When we step into that ring, there will be nothing to stop me from kicking your ass. You're a troll. A legit internet troll. You're never taken seriously on social media, you do this for attention because you have no relevance in the real life, and especially in that ring. There is no firewalls to protect you, no flagging on my Tweets so you don't cry yourself to sleep. It's just you, and me in that ring. I'm going to break you, and destroy you. For every character you typed in trying to flame me, that's the same amount of kicks I'm giving you to your skull. Dag, you're not worthy of even getting a title shot at all. Seth Lerch needed you only as a publicity example for why people shouldn't take trolls on the Internet seriously. You're nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nothing. Let me spell it out for you since you're in the division of trolling. L-O-L-A-N-D-R-E-W-I-N-S. Simple. When the computer is off, you're done. I hope maybe you understand that, and better your ways. If not, rest in peace to Dag Riddik. Another troll PWNED.
And who do we have here? Punkin Caliban? The one who was also on my team of the Torneo Cibernetico but also didn't make it to the end. Wow, you're also his partner? Shouldn't you be beating him down to get another failed chance at the Internet Championship? You make me sick Punkin. Another loud mouth who can't back it up in the ring. A clear example of why they throw anyone into the Internet title, and expect them to hold their own. You guys are the WORST tag team in the history of WCF-- scratch that. The history of Professional Wrestling itself. Both of you are going to die in that ring, and you're both going home with a humiliating loss under your belt. It's simple mathematics. The equation is Andre + Lucious = Death of Dag, and Punkin. Yep, it's so clear that a new born child will become the new Jimmy Neutron.
He leaned the camera closer to him, and removed his shades for a penance stare into the lens.
I remember you two came at Lucious, and now we're all here to settle the beef. You wanted to hear me Lucious, here is my message to you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the enemy of my friend...IS MY BITCH!
Fin.
