It won't be enough, It won't be enough...
Jan 31, 2016 17:14:09 GMT -5
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Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 31, 2016 17:14:09 GMT -5
WCF Exclusive.
Part One.
Broken dreams, and memories filled the atmosphere in marriage to sorrow, pain, and shattered emotions. The walls were scraped with damages from things launched straight into its defenses, and it smelled like a tornado rustled through the furniture. The moonlight beamed on the shattered glass from the wall mirrors, broken furniture of what could be made out as bed furniture such bed side stands, and even other boards. Lamps were ripped in halves, and picture frames were smashed among the floor. Sitting down on the only chair that survived this path of destruction, Andre was. Leaning over with his forearms against his thighs, the image was intimidating; A man who was bounded to family, his supporters, and love for wrestling is sitting in his own bedroom all broken, and down on his luck. His knuckles are bleeding, and his shirt is torn as if he had a fight with a lion. When he speaks, his voice is rugged, and angry.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
All I ever asked for in my life was to be normal. A normal childhood, a normal teenage life, a normal household, a normal family, a normal career, a normal death. Normality was all I wanted, and yet God couldn't give me that. Ever since I was a child, I made choices that either benefit me or cost me dearly. Choices that I would be happy to make on my own but the luxury was not a privilege. I always influenced by my family or the people closest to me to do things I would never do if I had the choice. My grandmother was a fanatic Christian as the rest of my external family who kept telling me that my destiny was to be a Pastor. It was like a knife went through your hearts, and twisted it the moment I had to let them know I am not that religious, and I want to be a wrestler. Imagine just sitting down at the table with your family laughing, enjoying spending time with each other. They EXPECT you to do as they please yet when their plans don't go as they think it should, all hell breaks loose. They want you to do what they think you should do. It's all about whats "best" for you but they don't know whats best for you until they walk in a mile in your shoes. I'm pretty sure everyone can relate to it except for some people. My grandmother disowned me, and half of my own family never wanted to talk to me. All because I made a choice that I believed in.
It's like they come to bite me back in the ass for what I believe in myself was right. One minute, I'm doing great by jumping two steps ahead only to have my ass kicked back to the starting point of the game. This is just one gigantic game! The Ballad of just tearing Andre Holmes apart huh?! You guys want to hear a joke? On one side, I'm sitting here in front of this camera to deliver a stupid little shoot, putting on this charade of a super hero. The role model everyone looks up to, and everyone can feel better when they see me perform on television yet my personal life is hanging by a thread. No, it's worse. It's all up in smoke. I'm battling two sides of my life that are ripping each other apart piece by piece until the board is just shattered, and decimated. It's literally eating my heart out, and I can't find the strength to continue. I don't know if I can even make it to Fifteen. What a funny joke huh'? The "Relentless" Andre Holmes is vulnerable.
He chuckles, looking away while shaking his head.
So what is the verdict? Do we just call it quits? Do we just destroy what's around us, and leave everything behind when the going gets tough? The hardship I'm enduring is more than enough to end everything I've worked so hard for in my life. Is it enough? I don't even know the answer. For the first time in my life, I don't know what choice to make. I'm stuck at an end. A roadblock. A dead end. No idea what to do, who to go to. It's just blank. Starting out in WCF, I've gotten nothing but success, and support. My first match was against Rage Maxx, and Roland Von Erich. Successful. Against Dexter Radcliffe. Successful. The Torneo Cibernetico I loss yet I was still successful. Lucious Starr, Successful. Punkin Caliban, and Dag Riddik. Successful. The eight man tag. Successful. Howard, and Occulo on my own. Successful. Successful, successful, successful. My career is just SUCCESSFUL yet when it came to my marriage, and kids, failure. Failure to be a good husband, failure to fix the problems in my marriage, failure to make it work for my children, failure, failure, failure. FAILURE.
I am beyond my breaking point, and I am pushed farther than my limit. You can only take so much before blowing up, and I've felt a nuclear reactor go off. Off on me, and everything I tried so hard to work for. I never had much of a good life when I was younger. Judgmental family, bulled in school, I got Samantha pregnant at eighteen. Struggled between wrestling, and college. I had to scratch, claw my way to where I am now, and my world just dropped straight on my backside. It's like every breath I take is being forced from my lungs, and I can't even breathe in this clouded room of pity, self-hatred, and sorrow. I'm breaking down, I'm falling apart, and God can't help me. I've been forsaken, and I probably deserve it. These are my consequences, my reactions to my actions. I'm in so much pain, and it won't end. It's never going to end because of what's finally happened. All this right before Fifteen, and I am still digging deep inside my soul to harvest every drop of courage to go into Philadelphia, and walk out with the Television Championship.
Andre leaned back into the chair, and wiped some of the tears off his cheeks.
I've never felt so alone. I've never felt so abandoned. The only people left in my life are my daughters, and yet I feel like a lone cub. Am I even a wolf? How can I lead the pack when if I can't even bear my fangs yet? My daughters mean everything to me. They are the reason I continue to fight even when all hope is lost, and all courage is gone. Seeing them smile every day, go to school everyday, eat everyday, take selfies everyday, and even watch television all day gives me that drive to wrestle in that ring even if it would be my last. A father would do everything to make sure his children are safe, and blessed with every opportunity they have to be successful. Guide them on the right path, ensure their future is secured to be great for society, and be memorable for the world. To help them carve their dreams into reality, and do whatever it takes to put them higher than Heaven. That is the mission of a father but what happens when a father can't be a role model to them?
What have I taught my daughters? Simple. I taught them that marriages are a joke, love doesn't exist, arguing, fighting, and being an asshole. That's what I taught them, and I hate myself everyday for it. I can barely to go to sleep at nights. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch myself in the face, and end this hell of a life I'm in right now. Everyday I struggle with suffering from the sheer thought of watching my daughters experience the worst of reality. Their own father can't live up what he says on television. I'm over here fighting a war on both sides, and there's no way out. I'm trapped in this time loop of just arguing, arguing, and ARGUING! No one knows this better than I do, and that's why I'm angry. Possibly more angry than I've ever been in my entire life. What is a father supposed to do when he sees his baby girl crying at the sight of her parents lashing out each other day in, and day out? What is a father supposed to do when his eldest daughter is being forced to grow up? Living life without the luxury or gift of having a decent childhood? I'm forcing them to take on responsibilities before than even turn twenty-one, and I'm to blame. I've caused this, I was weak. I was scared, and careless. I'm suffering the price for these transgressions that are happening right now. A slap to my own face with a big "You Suck" imprinted on the flesh of my cheek. I deserve it, and God knows it too.
The Rudisel Law Firm.
Houston, Texas.
Friday, January 29, 2015.
It was eleven in the morning, and the Rudisel Law Firm was busy on a Friday. They specialized in mostly family attorneys, and also divorce legality documents too. The building was among most business plazas although it was cut off to have its separate parking lot, and building. Mostly formal business wear all ladies and gentlemen came dressed in which could be said for Andre who is wearing a black suit to fit the setting. He's sitting down in an office with a good friend of his back in the day, Mr. Garrett whose been his lawyer in some past situations such as Home Invasion, and even car accidents. They both sat around a large table with the divorce papers sititng in front of Andre as he waits for Samantha to show up too. It was a beautiful office. Green painted walls with frames of flowers for decoration, florals, a chandelier to brighten the room with executive furniture established to complete the look. Mr. Garrett looked like one of your everyday mid-thirties famous lawyers whose never lost a case, and always know the tricks how to win in court. He leaned forward, and looked at Andre concerned about his current emotional state.
Mr. Garrett
How do you feel Mr. Holmes?
Andre Holmes
I just want to get this over with. I'm tired of this.
Mr. Garrett
It's not going to be easy. It never is. How are the kids?
Andre Holmes
They're outside.
Mr. Garrett
Have you both decided on who gets full custody?
Andre Holmes
It's always was decided Mr. Garrett. From the moment my second daughter was born, it was already decided.
He raises an eyebrow, and Andre leans back in the chair playing with his thumbs. He looked terrible, and Garrett had to keep his posture up professionally.
Mr. Garrett
Allocation of Assets divided among-st you two? You all have discussed this beforehand right?
Andre Holmes
Yes.
Mr. Garrett
Very well. Once Mrs. Holmes is here, my secretary will notify me.
Andre Holmes
Thank you. One less problem to deal with.
Mr. Garrett
You both are making the right decision from what you've told me. I know that you are more than financially supportive on raising your daughters. You should have nothing to worry about.
Andre Holmes
It's not them I'm worried about. I'm worried about Samantha. I don't know what's she's going to do after this is all over.
The phone beside the table immediately starts ringing, and Mr. Garrett gets off his chair to answer it.
Mr. Garrett
Yes?
Secretary
Mr. Garrett. I have a Samantha Holmes waiting to see you.
Mr. Garrett
Yes, send her in.
He hangs up, and returns back to his seat. The secretary opens the door, and lets Samantha inside whose also dressed for the occasion. She's more wearing a black jacket over her blue dress with a blue heels on. More business casual than formal. Mr. Garrett stands up, and welcomes her while Andre looks away in spite of her presence. She sits down in front of Andre already seeing the divorce papers in front of them.
Mr. Garrett
Well. Let's not hesitate. Do any of the parties have anything to say to each other before we continue?
They're both quiet. Neither shares eye contact or even waste a single breath. Mr. Garrett senses the tension is too thick in the air, and clears his voice to be the awkward mediator in this battle.
...Okay. If you were to sign your signatures where instructed, this will be over, and later we will contact you for the court session for custody of the children along with the allocation of assets.
Samantha is the first to take her own pen, and sign her name as quickly as possible. The glare in her eyes meant every word about getting the divorce, and moving on with her life away from the Holmes family for good. Andre looked right into her blue eyes, and shook his head. He was disgusted.
Mr. Garrett
Now, Mr. Holmes. I believe you can sign your name on the dotted line.
He nodded, and took up the black inked pen beside the document. He flipped the pages over, and saw the dotted line. In that moment, he stopped as if he was getting flashbacks of all the great times his family had shared together. Andre, and Samantha's first baby. Going through hell to buy their first house, Andre coming home at night to see Samantha, and Serenity sleeping together on the couch after watching Cinderella for the eighteenth time. Athena being born, and those memories flowed like a river to the ocean in his mind. He looked at Samantha who could tell what he was thinking, and she leaned in closer to snap him back into reality.
Samantha Holmes
Andre, what's the matter?
Andre Holmes
Are we doing the right thing?
Samantha Holmes
What?
Andre Holmes
Are we doing the right thing?
Samantha looked baffled at what he was saying, and Andre was remembering the words Bonnie gave to him last week in North Carolina.
Samantha Holmes
Yes, we are. This is what needs to happen.
Andre Holmes
Why? Why does this has to happen? Why this?
Samantha Holmes
Because this marriage isn't working, and your family is getting worse.
Andre Holmes
See, that's it. That's always been it. "Your" this, "your" that. It's OUR family.
Samantha Holmes
Let's just finish this, and go.
Andre Holmes
...Are you taking this for a joke? Do you think all of this is a big fucking joke to you?!
Samantha Holmes
No, I don't think this is a joke. I'm just done with this marriage, and family. I'm done.
Andre Holmes
Who says that? Who says their just done? Why couldn't you have just stop drinking alcohol, and put your fucking head back into this?
Samantha Holmes
Don't mind what I do, just sign it.
Andre Holmes
You know. Ever since your father died, you've been really going off the deep end. You've been disrespectful to me, to our daughters, to this family, and everyone around you. All because you have a drinking problem that you won't fix because you can "stop any day". This is bullshit Samantha, and you know it! Athena, and Serenity are suffering because of you, and you won't help them!
Samantha Holmes
And you're the perfect angel right? You're the golden hero.
Mr. Garrett leans back as they continue to bicker louder, and louder.
Mr. Garrett
Umm, let's try to keep this peaceful.
Andre Holmes
What's that supposed to mean?
Samantha Holmes
YOU left ME! You left me to go off to your stupid little wrestling career, and leave me with YOUR kids! I was never ready to have Serenity. We were just eighteen Andre! Eighteen! I was ready to go to college, become a Doctor but no. Everything I ever wanted to have a good life was taken when you got me pregnant! You had the opportunity to be where you at now but I should have been living a great life. No, you're a selfish prick. A selfish--
Andre stands up, and slams his hands on the table. The offices outside take attention to the commotion.
Andre Holmes
That is NOT true! I did this for US! I'm going into Fifteen with the Television Championship on the line against two people who are considered to kick my ass Samantha! I needed you more than ever because this is the biggest opportunity of my life, and I need my WIFE to be there. Were you there when I needed you at One? No, you were drinking during my match! DURING! Do you have any idea how that made me feel? My first loss was at the biggest event of them all, and all you cared about was getting some liquor in your system. This is exactly why Serenity, and Athena hates you. You're calling me selfish? Go look in the mirror!
Samantha Holmes
Don't your DARE bring up those two little bitches!
His hazel eyes shot into a penance stare, and his hands tightened at the edge of the table. Mr. Garrett quickly got up from his seat, and had to separate them. Samantha already signed her documents, and stormed out. Andre sat down on the chair, resting his face in his hands to prevent any tears from flowing.
Mr. Garrett
Mr. Holmes. Will you sign?
He slowly took the pen up in his hand again, and signed his name on the dotted line. Andre just left his office without any goodbyes, and stepped out to the gossip of other employees about the argument. He took the elevator down to the lobby, and saw his daughters just under the care of a friendly employee who Andre also knew recently. Athena, and Serenity stood up from the couches, and came back to their dad to make sure he was okay.
Serenity Holmes
You alright Dad?
A fake smile plastered on his face, and he nodded his hood while sniffing.
Andre Holmes
Yeah, I'm fine. It's just uhh' the cold.
Athena Holmes
Isn't it sunny?
Serenity Holmes
Athena...
She cut her off. Athena didn't know why until she saw her own father's expression changing for the worst.
Andre Holmes
Lets just go home. I'll buy you guys some Subway on the way back.
He took Athena, and Serenity by the hands. Andre desperately needed them, and walked back to the 2014 Lexus RX 350 parked right in front of the building. Unlocking the doors, Athena sat in the back with her seat belt on, and Serenity in the passenger seat. Before Andre entered into the drivers seat, he left the key in there, and slammed the door shut to approach Samantha just heading outside too. He took off his ring, and threw it right in her face.
Andre Holmes
If you ever....call MY daughters a bitch again, I swear to god. Don't ever call me, and don't ever come near them again. I don't love you anymore.
Samantha stood there, looking down at the ring that struck her face. She picked it up, and walked off it to leave in her own rental car. Andre returned back to his Lexus, and sat down in the drivers seat. The car didn't move at all, his hands were shaking as it tightened even more on the steering wheel. Athena, and Serenity watched their own father break down in tears. His forehead pressed against his hands, and his tears flowing like crazy. Sobbing loudly, and just crying his heart out. Serenity, and Athena unhooked their seat belts, and reached around to comfort their father as he continued crying. He needed it, and was just praying to God that this could be a better future. Athena started to sing a little.
Athena Holmes
They deemed me powerless, and weak right from the start. Their targets aimed at me, these cowards leave their mark...
Serenity joined in on singing the song that made him a better person, "Relentless" by New Years Day as he always played no matter where he went or who he was with. His crying started to ease up, and he felt better as they serenaded him with that song. He eventually dried his tears, and got back into his posture. Andre leaned back, and held his daughters very close before they all left to go home.
The marriage was over.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Fifteen is coming around the corner very soon, and I'm tasked with possibly the biggest match of my life. A match I've been training for more than ever, and a match that could make or break my career. You may not believe this but I have a lot of support riding into this match. A lot of support. Support from my friends, my family, and even some of the veterans in WCF. This match means more to me than anything because this is the ultimate proving ground. If I don't win this, my reputation, and my spot will be on the line to find who is the biggest top prospect for the future of WCF. That's what it means to me. I'm facing against none other than #BeachKrew's own Dustin Beaver, and the current Television Champion, Stuart Slane.
The story started out simply. Andre Holmes defeated Lucious Starr to become the number one contender for the Television Title, and now that shot in the palm of my hands. I'm not going to waste it but there's every rivalry in a story like this. See, there is this man who believes that he has what it takes to run his mouth, and ensure that his words are the set in stone destiny of the match. A man who believes by his own fame, and fortune that he can go around, and do whatever he wants without any consequences; A man who is so hellbent on his ego driving his arrogance, and ignorance past beyond the Heavens which ignites his cause to undermine all those opposed him. Given his record, he's proven that he can hang with anyone yet when push came to shove, his ass got whooped. After taking the Television title away from the current champion, I found out who he really is.
See. Dustin Beaver wants you all to believe that he's more than he knows he is. He wants you all to perceive that he can be a God to his little blind followers that put him too high on their god-damn pedestal. You can tell. The way he walks to the ring with that little fake swagger in his legs, his little cocky smile like he just won the Powerball Billionaire lottery, how he constantly has to remind everyone that he was the Television Champion, he's apart of #BeachKrew, and he's also this, and that, and this, and that. He's a pretender, a people pleaser, and a fake. Insecurity is what everybody has, and he wants to be known as the best in this business but he's AFRAID of being forgotten. Anyone played Arkham Knight? Think of this like the Joker. Joker had a fear, and even though you will think in your mind how can a bat shit crazy -- yes pun intended -- man such as the Joker has a fear? Play the game carefully where Scarecrow injected his Fear Toxin into the bloodstream of Bruce Wayne, and we see the Joker in Batman's man. The more images about the Joker being forgotten, it drove him mad. That was his fear. He never wanted to be forgotten, always remembered, appreciated. That is the same with Dustin Beaver. He will do his best to make sure that nobody forgets his name. He wants to be a permanent memory forever. That's why he'll claw, scrap, lie, cheat, steal. Anything to stay in the spotlight. He NEEDS the spotlight as if he needed an IV in the hospital. Parading around on a big stage like Loki. Loki needed to defeat the Avengers with the entire world watching. The spolight is what all these people NEED. The Television title was that opportunity, and ever since it was taken away from him, he's been a very different man. Broken, hungry, desperate, chaotic. A Beaver we have ever seen before.
Andre chuckles again.
He believes he's so self righteous. He thinks that the world is his for the taking, the second coming of Jesus. That's what he wants but the moment we met in that locker room; He is a fake. I looked right his eyes, and saw through the smoke, and mirrors. I pierced straight through the illusion, and saw who DUSTIN BEAVER TRULY IS! A FAKE. Everything about him is fake. You remember how he impersonated actual celebrities for a living? His own name, his own theme song, and his own gimmick is after someone else. Monkey see, monkey do. He's the Mystique of Wrestling Championship Federation. Able to transform into anyone, and become them but when you see she truly is, the first thing you think of is ugly. Dustin may have become a great Television champion but he's not an original. He came in, and nobody took him seriously until #BeachKrew took it upon their-selves to manipulate, and create him. He's #BeachKrew 2k16 Create-A-Wrestler. Can anyone think of Dustin Beaver without #BeachKrew? No. It's not because the room is silent, it's because its the truth. He's a chameleon. Changing colors to blend in with anything. He's a living fake. You know how fake people are confronted right? You bring them the facts, they're immediately standing down. You know who Beaver reminds me of? Synn. You remember when Synn was Television Champion? Synn didn't understand how to be himself. Week in, and week out he would change everything about him. Personality, his life story, the way he walks, he talks, he eats, he sleeps, he breathes. One minute he'll change from a grown man to a complaining bitch to a dark lord to a hormonal jock in High School. The point that I am making is that Dustin is EXACTLY like Synn. A great champion but a terrible person. Never knowing how to be original, and using everything he can to present an image. If that image doesn't fit with the software, it's deleted. You can correct me if I'm wrong, I'm pretty sure everyone whose had a normal life can jump out of their seats, and scream PREACH!
This is what Beaver is going to do. He's going to sit in his camera, go over all his achievements, all he's done in WCF, and outside of WCF. Talk about how #BeachKrew is the most dominant faction, list all the people he made into a "Beavliever", and explain how Stuart, and I aren't good to be Television Champions. Again, asserting his fake personality to do his best in a little puny attempt to persuade you in believing he is the best candidate for the Television Champion. He's NOT. We don't want a fake pushing us around, telling us what we can be, and not what we can be. A fake isn't the right person to be the one in establishing a great championship reign neither being the champion of Slam every Sunday. The difference between me, and Beaver is that I'm willing to expose his fake ways, shut down his entire smoke, and mirror magic show. I'm willing to bring the fight to him, and kick his ass for the entire #BeachKrew to watch in awe. Bonnie, Occulo, Grayson, Andre Jenson, Joey Flash. They've faced you all but what separates me from the rest is that I can pull the real Dustin Beaver from the fake, and expose him in the light. What happens when he's exposed? He'll be forgotten. No one will remember your name, your theme song, how you wrestle, your championship reign. After Fifteen, Dustin Beaver will be beaten so bad. He NEVER EXISTED.
Curran's Apartment.
Miami, Florida.
Tuesday, January 25, 2016.
It was almost near to midnight, and Kaitlyn was back in her hometown to continue working. After her last date with Andre, she's been happier than before especially after seeing her grandmother who was too needy, and cuddly. Usually, she always stays in her apartment working on herself. Paying off her debts, laundry, normal stuff. A few days ago, she got a call from Andre saying that he's going to visit her which was four days away from his divorce. She heard a knock on her door, and instantly rush to the door to find Andre dressed in a grey T-shirt, black tight jeans, and white shoes. He wanted to look really nice for her. Impress her, gentlemen wise. A nice watch with black ear rings, a gold necklace. So much effort in looking nice. All Kaitlyn was in was her blue shirt, and white short shorts. He walked inside, and they both kissed on the lips pretty quickly before she closed the door shut.
Kaitlyn Curran
I missed you.
She continued to hug him, and Andre was pretty happy to be in her arms.
Andre Holmes
It's been only a week.
Kaitlyn Curran
Yeah. I know. It's just been pretty boring here.
Andre Holmes
Boring in Miami?
She shrugged. Her red hair pushed back in a little pony tail with that cute little smile she always had to compliment her green eyes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Aren't you happy to see me?
Andre Holmes
Of course I am. I needed to see you. Everything has been crazy as of late.
Kaitlyn Curran
Want to sit down?
Andre Holmes
Sure.
He sat down on a light green couch set against the wall, and in front of the television. Currently playing was New Girl on MTV, and Kaitlyn was in the kitchen digging in the fridge for anything she could fink to drink.
Kaitlyn Curran
Do you want anything to drink?
Andre Holmes
Water.
Kaitlyn Curran
Because you're an athlete right?
Andre Holmes
Yes, and I like to stay healthy.
She rolled her eyes, and left the kitchen to hand him the water. She sat down with her legs crossed on the couch cushion.
Kaitlyn Curran
So how have you been?
Andre Holmes
Stressed.
Kaitlyn Curran
About?
Andre Holmes
Things.
Kaitlyn Curran
Which are?
He exhales.
Andre Holmes
Sunday. Sunday is going to be the biggest fight of my life, and I'm having doubts.
Kaitlyn Curran
That doesn't sound like you.
Andre Holmes
Easy for you to say.
Kaitlyn Curran
Why are you doubting yourself? I thought you were on a roll from the last time I've seen you.
Andre Holmes
It's not that easy.
Kaitlyn Curran
I mean. You just go, and win. How easier can be that be?
Andre Holmes
No, you don't get it. I'm literally tearing myself apart. I'm fighting two wars which are my career, and my personal life. They just killing me even more. I'm stuck in the middle without anywhere to escape to.
Kaitlyn Curran
I don't understand. What are you talking about?
"You have to for the right thing" played in his head. Bonnie's words just repeating itself over, and over. He leaned back, and exhaled. Ready to drop the bomb.
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn. Remember when we talked about the mysterious dark side I have?
Kaitlyn Curran
...Yeah?
She shifted herself. Standing on her knees, facing Andre directly.
Andre Holmes
If we're serious about dating, I have to tell you something.
Kaitlyn Curran
Okay.
Andre Holmes
Umm....I uhh...umm...
He struggled to even put the words together. Kaitlyn leaned in closer, the suspense killing them both.
Andre Holmes
...I have two daughters.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wait, what?
Andre Holmes
I have two daughters. The older one is twelve, and the younger is six. Serenity, and Athena.
She never expected this bomb to drop in her apartment, let alone on top of her head. Andre paused for her reaction, and all she could do was lean back with her face in awe of the truth coming out. Even though they weren't official, immediately dating a father of two was really harsh to take in. She became more serious than ever.
Kaitlyn Curran
So let me get this straight. Was that what you were going to tell me back in North Carolina?
Andre Holmes
Yes. I was afraid of how you would react.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, of course you should be afraid. You just told me you have two daughters.
Andre Holmes
I know, I know. It's just been killing me because I have issues trusting people now.
Kaitlyn Curran
What are you saying?
Andre Holmes
I'm saying that. I don't know what to do anymore Kaitlyn. I'm stuck. My daughters mean everything yet I feel like I should be there taking care of them instead going to Fifteen to fight for the Television Championship. I've worked my ass off so much for this opportunity, and now just when things are going peaceful, it takes a 360 to kick me back to square one.
He leaned forward, and is really trying his best to not break down in front of her. All Kaitlyn can do is sit there, and listen.
Andre Holmes
I'm just so scared right now. I'm scared of losing the chance to be Television Champion, I'm scared of my daughters thinking that their father is nothing but a broken man who is getting everything he deserves for his own mistakes. I'm just scared to even think that we don't even have chance. I'm scared Kaitlyn. I don't know what to do.
He buries his face in the palm of his right hand, sniffing. Kaitlyn just sighs, and quickly goes closer to him to comfort Andre as much as she could.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre. Listen to me. You are not a broken person. You are strong, open-minded, and a sweet guy. You really think I would be talking to you if you weren't in the first place? I've been terrible people, even in an abusive relationship. I know what its like to have your world upside down, and thinking you could never set it right side up. Trust me, I know.
She pushes him back to lean against the couch, and sits on his lap with her face meeting his eyes.
Andre Holmes
What am I supposed to do Kaitlyn? What am I supposed to do?
Kaitlyn Curran
You love to wrestle, right?
Andre Holmes
Yes.
Kaitlyn Curran
You love your daughters right?
Andre Holmes
With every breath in my body.
Kaitlyn Curran
Do this for them. I'm not happy about finding you're a father but you are one for sure. Do this for them. I can tell they love you, you're willing to go to Hell for them. If this really the biggest match of your career, do it for them. They are your sole motivation Andre, and you need to focus on that. Don't let anything else distract you okay? If you want to become Television champion, you need to remember that everything you do is for them.
She wipes his tears with her thumbs, caressing his face with both her hands.
I believe in you. They do too. So whatever you're going through, just push on. They need you more than you need them. Always remember that. All I can say, you are the luckiest person right now to have that kind of love as most people never experience. People like me. I never knew my father, always grew up with my mother. So be that for them.
Andre Holmes
Okay, I will. I'll do my best. Thank you Kaitlyn. Thank you so much.
Kaitlyn Curran
Of course.
They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and Kaitlyn leaned in closer. Their lips parted until they danced together in harmony as the two started to really kiss each other. At first, this was sweet but it grew way past than he expected. It was safe to say. The air was too hot for that night.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Three.
He has some cloth to tie around his bloodied knuckles while sat on the chair. He wraps the cloth for them to clot the blood, and stop the bleeding by putting pressure on the open cut.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
I've said enough about Dustin. More than enough, the truth never ceases to end but what was true about two weeks ago? Dustin Beaver set to defend his Television Championship against a returning fellow competitor that achieved higher success than both of us combined. The entire world thought Beaver would once again retain his Television title at the time but everybody was baffled by the defeat. Even Dustin himself who took it harder than anyone else in the world. I sat there, my eyes were widened, shortened breath but moments after, I smiled. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much as the challenge grew harder, and bigger. I wanted it, and I'm glad it's against someone whose going to bring me past my limit. The thing is in this business is that the easy route is never the successful one. There are no shortcuts in this world, and you have to work for everything you achieved. Only a coward, a fool, a fake would be so quick to take a shortcut but for me, no. I'll take the hardest road possible even if it means getting my ass kicked right on the curb. Why? Because that is what a true champion does. No matter what happens, he will not back down. He will do whatever it takes to go out there, and fight till he can't no more
Stuart Slane. Do you have that within you? Because you never expected two hungry men to knock on your doorstep who is willing to take everything away from you. You did that to Dustin as soon as you came into WCF, and you want revenge for him stealing your Television Title. I advise you think this through. You see me as the wildcard, a little rookie that is just going to be tossed on the side. As much as I respect you, I can't allow you to pass me off. Underestimate me, and that'll be the reason you lost the Television Title. Normally, I should be angry right now. Everyone's been saying the god-damn same thing over, and over in my head. Stuart Slane stole your shining moment, he stole your finale of the Cinderella chapter in this book. I'm supposed to sit here, and just rant about how you ruined the chance of me becoming the next Television Champion, and proving to be the top prospect here in this business. Just complain, and wine like a little bitch about what you stole from me. I'm not going to do that. You might as well call me Dustin Beaver. I'm not gonna do what he's done. I'm not gonna parade around, create an anti-Slane campaign about how you returned, and already deserve a shot at the Television title. Whether you deserved it or not, you did what nobody expected. You beat the champion but now I have to beat you
He gets up from the chair, and picks up a picture of Athena, and Serenity together that was on the shattered glass.
When I look at you, I see a man whose done terrible things. Things that would make him look himself in the mirror, and just punch it. Sins that the Lord would never forget, and you just want to change yourself so you can never go back into that past again. I want you to bring all that pain, that hate, that suffering, that sadistic side of you back once again because those were the days you were most feared, and damn sure most known. I want to be the challenge that pushes YOU past your limit, and watch you break under the truth that Andre Holmes is more SADISTIC, and HUNGRY than you've ever been before. When we step into that ring, expect the unexpected. Just expect every little possibility of me hurting you, and taking what is mine. The WCF Television Title. You don't know what I have gone through, and neither does Dustin Beaver. I have more to lose, and more to gain in this match than you both do. Dustin needs the Television title to be in the spotlight because he craves it, Stuart needs it because it's just another reign on his belt. I need to do this for my daughters. I'm at the point of my life where nothing else matters except them. My OWN WIFE has abandoned me, and given herself to the alcohol as a way to escape this reality. She looked me right in my eyes, and called them bitches. The mother of m kids disrespected my own daughters, and now she's gone.
He just couldn't bear the pain, he had to take a moment to finish what he was saying.
I finally understand why I need to do this. This is for my beautiful daughters, Serenity, and Athena. The two most beautiful people I've ever seen in my life. Athena, Serenity. Thank you. Thank you for telling me you love me everyday, thank you for being there when I needed you most. Daddy is going to Fifteen, and he's going to beat Dustin Beaver, and Stuart Slane to become the next WCF Television Champion. I'm coming home with the championship, and as my what my daughters did in my time of my need. They reminded me of who I am. I'm the man that's going to be the future of WCF. The next Television Champion, and also the greatest Television Champion of all time. I'm coming home with the belt, and as a proud father.
I'm never gonna stop.
Won't quit till I'm not breathing.
Chase me all you want.
It won't be enough.
Never gonna stop.
Even if these wounds keep bleeding.
I'm not giving up.
It won't be enough.
He picked up the camera, and held it to his face.
IT WON'T BE ENOUGH! IT WON'T BE ENOUGH!
Fin.
Part One.
Broken dreams, and memories filled the atmosphere in marriage to sorrow, pain, and shattered emotions. The walls were scraped with damages from things launched straight into its defenses, and it smelled like a tornado rustled through the furniture. The moonlight beamed on the shattered glass from the wall mirrors, broken furniture of what could be made out as bed furniture such bed side stands, and even other boards. Lamps were ripped in halves, and picture frames were smashed among the floor. Sitting down on the only chair that survived this path of destruction, Andre was. Leaning over with his forearms against his thighs, the image was intimidating; A man who was bounded to family, his supporters, and love for wrestling is sitting in his own bedroom all broken, and down on his luck. His knuckles are bleeding, and his shirt is torn as if he had a fight with a lion. When he speaks, his voice is rugged, and angry.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
All I ever asked for in my life was to be normal. A normal childhood, a normal teenage life, a normal household, a normal family, a normal career, a normal death. Normality was all I wanted, and yet God couldn't give me that. Ever since I was a child, I made choices that either benefit me or cost me dearly. Choices that I would be happy to make on my own but the luxury was not a privilege. I always influenced by my family or the people closest to me to do things I would never do if I had the choice. My grandmother was a fanatic Christian as the rest of my external family who kept telling me that my destiny was to be a Pastor. It was like a knife went through your hearts, and twisted it the moment I had to let them know I am not that religious, and I want to be a wrestler. Imagine just sitting down at the table with your family laughing, enjoying spending time with each other. They EXPECT you to do as they please yet when their plans don't go as they think it should, all hell breaks loose. They want you to do what they think you should do. It's all about whats "best" for you but they don't know whats best for you until they walk in a mile in your shoes. I'm pretty sure everyone can relate to it except for some people. My grandmother disowned me, and half of my own family never wanted to talk to me. All because I made a choice that I believed in.
It's like they come to bite me back in the ass for what I believe in myself was right. One minute, I'm doing great by jumping two steps ahead only to have my ass kicked back to the starting point of the game. This is just one gigantic game! The Ballad of just tearing Andre Holmes apart huh?! You guys want to hear a joke? On one side, I'm sitting here in front of this camera to deliver a stupid little shoot, putting on this charade of a super hero. The role model everyone looks up to, and everyone can feel better when they see me perform on television yet my personal life is hanging by a thread. No, it's worse. It's all up in smoke. I'm battling two sides of my life that are ripping each other apart piece by piece until the board is just shattered, and decimated. It's literally eating my heart out, and I can't find the strength to continue. I don't know if I can even make it to Fifteen. What a funny joke huh'? The "Relentless" Andre Holmes is vulnerable.
He chuckles, looking away while shaking his head.
So what is the verdict? Do we just call it quits? Do we just destroy what's around us, and leave everything behind when the going gets tough? The hardship I'm enduring is more than enough to end everything I've worked so hard for in my life. Is it enough? I don't even know the answer. For the first time in my life, I don't know what choice to make. I'm stuck at an end. A roadblock. A dead end. No idea what to do, who to go to. It's just blank. Starting out in WCF, I've gotten nothing but success, and support. My first match was against Rage Maxx, and Roland Von Erich. Successful. Against Dexter Radcliffe. Successful. The Torneo Cibernetico I loss yet I was still successful. Lucious Starr, Successful. Punkin Caliban, and Dag Riddik. Successful. The eight man tag. Successful. Howard, and Occulo on my own. Successful. Successful, successful, successful. My career is just SUCCESSFUL yet when it came to my marriage, and kids, failure. Failure to be a good husband, failure to fix the problems in my marriage, failure to make it work for my children, failure, failure, failure. FAILURE.
I am beyond my breaking point, and I am pushed farther than my limit. You can only take so much before blowing up, and I've felt a nuclear reactor go off. Off on me, and everything I tried so hard to work for. I never had much of a good life when I was younger. Judgmental family, bulled in school, I got Samantha pregnant at eighteen. Struggled between wrestling, and college. I had to scratch, claw my way to where I am now, and my world just dropped straight on my backside. It's like every breath I take is being forced from my lungs, and I can't even breathe in this clouded room of pity, self-hatred, and sorrow. I'm breaking down, I'm falling apart, and God can't help me. I've been forsaken, and I probably deserve it. These are my consequences, my reactions to my actions. I'm in so much pain, and it won't end. It's never going to end because of what's finally happened. All this right before Fifteen, and I am still digging deep inside my soul to harvest every drop of courage to go into Philadelphia, and walk out with the Television Championship.
Andre leaned back into the chair, and wiped some of the tears off his cheeks.
I've never felt so alone. I've never felt so abandoned. The only people left in my life are my daughters, and yet I feel like a lone cub. Am I even a wolf? How can I lead the pack when if I can't even bear my fangs yet? My daughters mean everything to me. They are the reason I continue to fight even when all hope is lost, and all courage is gone. Seeing them smile every day, go to school everyday, eat everyday, take selfies everyday, and even watch television all day gives me that drive to wrestle in that ring even if it would be my last. A father would do everything to make sure his children are safe, and blessed with every opportunity they have to be successful. Guide them on the right path, ensure their future is secured to be great for society, and be memorable for the world. To help them carve their dreams into reality, and do whatever it takes to put them higher than Heaven. That is the mission of a father but what happens when a father can't be a role model to them?
What have I taught my daughters? Simple. I taught them that marriages are a joke, love doesn't exist, arguing, fighting, and being an asshole. That's what I taught them, and I hate myself everyday for it. I can barely to go to sleep at nights. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch myself in the face, and end this hell of a life I'm in right now. Everyday I struggle with suffering from the sheer thought of watching my daughters experience the worst of reality. Their own father can't live up what he says on television. I'm over here fighting a war on both sides, and there's no way out. I'm trapped in this time loop of just arguing, arguing, and ARGUING! No one knows this better than I do, and that's why I'm angry. Possibly more angry than I've ever been in my entire life. What is a father supposed to do when he sees his baby girl crying at the sight of her parents lashing out each other day in, and day out? What is a father supposed to do when his eldest daughter is being forced to grow up? Living life without the luxury or gift of having a decent childhood? I'm forcing them to take on responsibilities before than even turn twenty-one, and I'm to blame. I've caused this, I was weak. I was scared, and careless. I'm suffering the price for these transgressions that are happening right now. A slap to my own face with a big "You Suck" imprinted on the flesh of my cheek. I deserve it, and God knows it too.
The Rudisel Law Firm.
Houston, Texas.
Friday, January 29, 2015.
It was eleven in the morning, and the Rudisel Law Firm was busy on a Friday. They specialized in mostly family attorneys, and also divorce legality documents too. The building was among most business plazas although it was cut off to have its separate parking lot, and building. Mostly formal business wear all ladies and gentlemen came dressed in which could be said for Andre who is wearing a black suit to fit the setting. He's sitting down in an office with a good friend of his back in the day, Mr. Garrett whose been his lawyer in some past situations such as Home Invasion, and even car accidents. They both sat around a large table with the divorce papers sititng in front of Andre as he waits for Samantha to show up too. It was a beautiful office. Green painted walls with frames of flowers for decoration, florals, a chandelier to brighten the room with executive furniture established to complete the look. Mr. Garrett looked like one of your everyday mid-thirties famous lawyers whose never lost a case, and always know the tricks how to win in court. He leaned forward, and looked at Andre concerned about his current emotional state.
Mr. Garrett
How do you feel Mr. Holmes?
Andre Holmes
I just want to get this over with. I'm tired of this.
Mr. Garrett
It's not going to be easy. It never is. How are the kids?
Andre Holmes
They're outside.
Mr. Garrett
Have you both decided on who gets full custody?
Andre Holmes
It's always was decided Mr. Garrett. From the moment my second daughter was born, it was already decided.
He raises an eyebrow, and Andre leans back in the chair playing with his thumbs. He looked terrible, and Garrett had to keep his posture up professionally.
Mr. Garrett
Allocation of Assets divided among-st you two? You all have discussed this beforehand right?
Andre Holmes
Yes.
Mr. Garrett
Very well. Once Mrs. Holmes is here, my secretary will notify me.
Andre Holmes
Thank you. One less problem to deal with.
Mr. Garrett
You both are making the right decision from what you've told me. I know that you are more than financially supportive on raising your daughters. You should have nothing to worry about.
Andre Holmes
It's not them I'm worried about. I'm worried about Samantha. I don't know what's she's going to do after this is all over.
The phone beside the table immediately starts ringing, and Mr. Garrett gets off his chair to answer it.
Mr. Garrett
Yes?
Secretary
Mr. Garrett. I have a Samantha Holmes waiting to see you.
Mr. Garrett
Yes, send her in.
He hangs up, and returns back to his seat. The secretary opens the door, and lets Samantha inside whose also dressed for the occasion. She's more wearing a black jacket over her blue dress with a blue heels on. More business casual than formal. Mr. Garrett stands up, and welcomes her while Andre looks away in spite of her presence. She sits down in front of Andre already seeing the divorce papers in front of them.
Mr. Garrett
Well. Let's not hesitate. Do any of the parties have anything to say to each other before we continue?
They're both quiet. Neither shares eye contact or even waste a single breath. Mr. Garrett senses the tension is too thick in the air, and clears his voice to be the awkward mediator in this battle.
...Okay. If you were to sign your signatures where instructed, this will be over, and later we will contact you for the court session for custody of the children along with the allocation of assets.
Samantha is the first to take her own pen, and sign her name as quickly as possible. The glare in her eyes meant every word about getting the divorce, and moving on with her life away from the Holmes family for good. Andre looked right into her blue eyes, and shook his head. He was disgusted.
Mr. Garrett
Now, Mr. Holmes. I believe you can sign your name on the dotted line.
He nodded, and took up the black inked pen beside the document. He flipped the pages over, and saw the dotted line. In that moment, he stopped as if he was getting flashbacks of all the great times his family had shared together. Andre, and Samantha's first baby. Going through hell to buy their first house, Andre coming home at night to see Samantha, and Serenity sleeping together on the couch after watching Cinderella for the eighteenth time. Athena being born, and those memories flowed like a river to the ocean in his mind. He looked at Samantha who could tell what he was thinking, and she leaned in closer to snap him back into reality.
Samantha Holmes
Andre, what's the matter?
Andre Holmes
Are we doing the right thing?
Samantha Holmes
What?
Andre Holmes
Are we doing the right thing?
Samantha looked baffled at what he was saying, and Andre was remembering the words Bonnie gave to him last week in North Carolina.
Samantha Holmes
Yes, we are. This is what needs to happen.
Andre Holmes
Why? Why does this has to happen? Why this?
Samantha Holmes
Because this marriage isn't working, and your family is getting worse.
Andre Holmes
See, that's it. That's always been it. "Your" this, "your" that. It's OUR family.
Samantha Holmes
Let's just finish this, and go.
Andre Holmes
...Are you taking this for a joke? Do you think all of this is a big fucking joke to you?!
Samantha Holmes
No, I don't think this is a joke. I'm just done with this marriage, and family. I'm done.
Andre Holmes
Who says that? Who says their just done? Why couldn't you have just stop drinking alcohol, and put your fucking head back into this?
Samantha Holmes
Don't mind what I do, just sign it.
Andre Holmes
You know. Ever since your father died, you've been really going off the deep end. You've been disrespectful to me, to our daughters, to this family, and everyone around you. All because you have a drinking problem that you won't fix because you can "stop any day". This is bullshit Samantha, and you know it! Athena, and Serenity are suffering because of you, and you won't help them!
Samantha Holmes
And you're the perfect angel right? You're the golden hero.
Mr. Garrett leans back as they continue to bicker louder, and louder.
Mr. Garrett
Umm, let's try to keep this peaceful.
Andre Holmes
What's that supposed to mean?
Samantha Holmes
YOU left ME! You left me to go off to your stupid little wrestling career, and leave me with YOUR kids! I was never ready to have Serenity. We were just eighteen Andre! Eighteen! I was ready to go to college, become a Doctor but no. Everything I ever wanted to have a good life was taken when you got me pregnant! You had the opportunity to be where you at now but I should have been living a great life. No, you're a selfish prick. A selfish--
Andre stands up, and slams his hands on the table. The offices outside take attention to the commotion.
Andre Holmes
That is NOT true! I did this for US! I'm going into Fifteen with the Television Championship on the line against two people who are considered to kick my ass Samantha! I needed you more than ever because this is the biggest opportunity of my life, and I need my WIFE to be there. Were you there when I needed you at One? No, you were drinking during my match! DURING! Do you have any idea how that made me feel? My first loss was at the biggest event of them all, and all you cared about was getting some liquor in your system. This is exactly why Serenity, and Athena hates you. You're calling me selfish? Go look in the mirror!
Samantha Holmes
Don't your DARE bring up those two little bitches!
His hazel eyes shot into a penance stare, and his hands tightened at the edge of the table. Mr. Garrett quickly got up from his seat, and had to separate them. Samantha already signed her documents, and stormed out. Andre sat down on the chair, resting his face in his hands to prevent any tears from flowing.
Mr. Garrett
Mr. Holmes. Will you sign?
He slowly took the pen up in his hand again, and signed his name on the dotted line. Andre just left his office without any goodbyes, and stepped out to the gossip of other employees about the argument. He took the elevator down to the lobby, and saw his daughters just under the care of a friendly employee who Andre also knew recently. Athena, and Serenity stood up from the couches, and came back to their dad to make sure he was okay.
Serenity Holmes
You alright Dad?
A fake smile plastered on his face, and he nodded his hood while sniffing.
Andre Holmes
Yeah, I'm fine. It's just uhh' the cold.
Athena Holmes
Isn't it sunny?
Serenity Holmes
Athena...
She cut her off. Athena didn't know why until she saw her own father's expression changing for the worst.
Andre Holmes
Lets just go home. I'll buy you guys some Subway on the way back.
He took Athena, and Serenity by the hands. Andre desperately needed them, and walked back to the 2014 Lexus RX 350 parked right in front of the building. Unlocking the doors, Athena sat in the back with her seat belt on, and Serenity in the passenger seat. Before Andre entered into the drivers seat, he left the key in there, and slammed the door shut to approach Samantha just heading outside too. He took off his ring, and threw it right in her face.
Andre Holmes
If you ever....call MY daughters a bitch again, I swear to god. Don't ever call me, and don't ever come near them again. I don't love you anymore.
Samantha stood there, looking down at the ring that struck her face. She picked it up, and walked off it to leave in her own rental car. Andre returned back to his Lexus, and sat down in the drivers seat. The car didn't move at all, his hands were shaking as it tightened even more on the steering wheel. Athena, and Serenity watched their own father break down in tears. His forehead pressed against his hands, and his tears flowing like crazy. Sobbing loudly, and just crying his heart out. Serenity, and Athena unhooked their seat belts, and reached around to comfort their father as he continued crying. He needed it, and was just praying to God that this could be a better future. Athena started to sing a little.
Athena Holmes
They deemed me powerless, and weak right from the start. Their targets aimed at me, these cowards leave their mark...
Serenity joined in on singing the song that made him a better person, "Relentless" by New Years Day as he always played no matter where he went or who he was with. His crying started to ease up, and he felt better as they serenaded him with that song. He eventually dried his tears, and got back into his posture. Andre leaned back, and held his daughters very close before they all left to go home.
The marriage was over.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Fifteen is coming around the corner very soon, and I'm tasked with possibly the biggest match of my life. A match I've been training for more than ever, and a match that could make or break my career. You may not believe this but I have a lot of support riding into this match. A lot of support. Support from my friends, my family, and even some of the veterans in WCF. This match means more to me than anything because this is the ultimate proving ground. If I don't win this, my reputation, and my spot will be on the line to find who is the biggest top prospect for the future of WCF. That's what it means to me. I'm facing against none other than #BeachKrew's own Dustin Beaver, and the current Television Champion, Stuart Slane.
The story started out simply. Andre Holmes defeated Lucious Starr to become the number one contender for the Television Title, and now that shot in the palm of my hands. I'm not going to waste it but there's every rivalry in a story like this. See, there is this man who believes that he has what it takes to run his mouth, and ensure that his words are the set in stone destiny of the match. A man who believes by his own fame, and fortune that he can go around, and do whatever he wants without any consequences; A man who is so hellbent on his ego driving his arrogance, and ignorance past beyond the Heavens which ignites his cause to undermine all those opposed him. Given his record, he's proven that he can hang with anyone yet when push came to shove, his ass got whooped. After taking the Television title away from the current champion, I found out who he really is.
See. Dustin Beaver wants you all to believe that he's more than he knows he is. He wants you all to perceive that he can be a God to his little blind followers that put him too high on their god-damn pedestal. You can tell. The way he walks to the ring with that little fake swagger in his legs, his little cocky smile like he just won the Powerball Billionaire lottery, how he constantly has to remind everyone that he was the Television Champion, he's apart of #BeachKrew, and he's also this, and that, and this, and that. He's a pretender, a people pleaser, and a fake. Insecurity is what everybody has, and he wants to be known as the best in this business but he's AFRAID of being forgotten. Anyone played Arkham Knight? Think of this like the Joker. Joker had a fear, and even though you will think in your mind how can a bat shit crazy -- yes pun intended -- man such as the Joker has a fear? Play the game carefully where Scarecrow injected his Fear Toxin into the bloodstream of Bruce Wayne, and we see the Joker in Batman's man. The more images about the Joker being forgotten, it drove him mad. That was his fear. He never wanted to be forgotten, always remembered, appreciated. That is the same with Dustin Beaver. He will do his best to make sure that nobody forgets his name. He wants to be a permanent memory forever. That's why he'll claw, scrap, lie, cheat, steal. Anything to stay in the spotlight. He NEEDS the spotlight as if he needed an IV in the hospital. Parading around on a big stage like Loki. Loki needed to defeat the Avengers with the entire world watching. The spolight is what all these people NEED. The Television title was that opportunity, and ever since it was taken away from him, he's been a very different man. Broken, hungry, desperate, chaotic. A Beaver we have ever seen before.
Andre chuckles again.
He believes he's so self righteous. He thinks that the world is his for the taking, the second coming of Jesus. That's what he wants but the moment we met in that locker room; He is a fake. I looked right his eyes, and saw through the smoke, and mirrors. I pierced straight through the illusion, and saw who DUSTIN BEAVER TRULY IS! A FAKE. Everything about him is fake. You remember how he impersonated actual celebrities for a living? His own name, his own theme song, and his own gimmick is after someone else. Monkey see, monkey do. He's the Mystique of Wrestling Championship Federation. Able to transform into anyone, and become them but when you see she truly is, the first thing you think of is ugly. Dustin may have become a great Television champion but he's not an original. He came in, and nobody took him seriously until #BeachKrew took it upon their-selves to manipulate, and create him. He's #BeachKrew 2k16 Create-A-Wrestler. Can anyone think of Dustin Beaver without #BeachKrew? No. It's not because the room is silent, it's because its the truth. He's a chameleon. Changing colors to blend in with anything. He's a living fake. You know how fake people are confronted right? You bring them the facts, they're immediately standing down. You know who Beaver reminds me of? Synn. You remember when Synn was Television Champion? Synn didn't understand how to be himself. Week in, and week out he would change everything about him. Personality, his life story, the way he walks, he talks, he eats, he sleeps, he breathes. One minute he'll change from a grown man to a complaining bitch to a dark lord to a hormonal jock in High School. The point that I am making is that Dustin is EXACTLY like Synn. A great champion but a terrible person. Never knowing how to be original, and using everything he can to present an image. If that image doesn't fit with the software, it's deleted. You can correct me if I'm wrong, I'm pretty sure everyone whose had a normal life can jump out of their seats, and scream PREACH!
This is what Beaver is going to do. He's going to sit in his camera, go over all his achievements, all he's done in WCF, and outside of WCF. Talk about how #BeachKrew is the most dominant faction, list all the people he made into a "Beavliever", and explain how Stuart, and I aren't good to be Television Champions. Again, asserting his fake personality to do his best in a little puny attempt to persuade you in believing he is the best candidate for the Television Champion. He's NOT. We don't want a fake pushing us around, telling us what we can be, and not what we can be. A fake isn't the right person to be the one in establishing a great championship reign neither being the champion of Slam every Sunday. The difference between me, and Beaver is that I'm willing to expose his fake ways, shut down his entire smoke, and mirror magic show. I'm willing to bring the fight to him, and kick his ass for the entire #BeachKrew to watch in awe. Bonnie, Occulo, Grayson, Andre Jenson, Joey Flash. They've faced you all but what separates me from the rest is that I can pull the real Dustin Beaver from the fake, and expose him in the light. What happens when he's exposed? He'll be forgotten. No one will remember your name, your theme song, how you wrestle, your championship reign. After Fifteen, Dustin Beaver will be beaten so bad. He NEVER EXISTED.
Curran's Apartment.
Miami, Florida.
Tuesday, January 25, 2016.
It was almost near to midnight, and Kaitlyn was back in her hometown to continue working. After her last date with Andre, she's been happier than before especially after seeing her grandmother who was too needy, and cuddly. Usually, she always stays in her apartment working on herself. Paying off her debts, laundry, normal stuff. A few days ago, she got a call from Andre saying that he's going to visit her which was four days away from his divorce. She heard a knock on her door, and instantly rush to the door to find Andre dressed in a grey T-shirt, black tight jeans, and white shoes. He wanted to look really nice for her. Impress her, gentlemen wise. A nice watch with black ear rings, a gold necklace. So much effort in looking nice. All Kaitlyn was in was her blue shirt, and white short shorts. He walked inside, and they both kissed on the lips pretty quickly before she closed the door shut.
Kaitlyn Curran
I missed you.
She continued to hug him, and Andre was pretty happy to be in her arms.
Andre Holmes
It's been only a week.
Kaitlyn Curran
Yeah. I know. It's just been pretty boring here.
Andre Holmes
Boring in Miami?
She shrugged. Her red hair pushed back in a little pony tail with that cute little smile she always had to compliment her green eyes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Aren't you happy to see me?
Andre Holmes
Of course I am. I needed to see you. Everything has been crazy as of late.
Kaitlyn Curran
Want to sit down?
Andre Holmes
Sure.
He sat down on a light green couch set against the wall, and in front of the television. Currently playing was New Girl on MTV, and Kaitlyn was in the kitchen digging in the fridge for anything she could fink to drink.
Kaitlyn Curran
Do you want anything to drink?
Andre Holmes
Water.
Kaitlyn Curran
Because you're an athlete right?
Andre Holmes
Yes, and I like to stay healthy.
She rolled her eyes, and left the kitchen to hand him the water. She sat down with her legs crossed on the couch cushion.
Kaitlyn Curran
So how have you been?
Andre Holmes
Stressed.
Kaitlyn Curran
About?
Andre Holmes
Things.
Kaitlyn Curran
Which are?
He exhales.
Andre Holmes
Sunday. Sunday is going to be the biggest fight of my life, and I'm having doubts.
Kaitlyn Curran
That doesn't sound like you.
Andre Holmes
Easy for you to say.
Kaitlyn Curran
Why are you doubting yourself? I thought you were on a roll from the last time I've seen you.
Andre Holmes
It's not that easy.
Kaitlyn Curran
I mean. You just go, and win. How easier can be that be?
Andre Holmes
No, you don't get it. I'm literally tearing myself apart. I'm fighting two wars which are my career, and my personal life. They just killing me even more. I'm stuck in the middle without anywhere to escape to.
Kaitlyn Curran
I don't understand. What are you talking about?
"You have to for the right thing" played in his head. Bonnie's words just repeating itself over, and over. He leaned back, and exhaled. Ready to drop the bomb.
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn. Remember when we talked about the mysterious dark side I have?
Kaitlyn Curran
...Yeah?
She shifted herself. Standing on her knees, facing Andre directly.
Andre Holmes
If we're serious about dating, I have to tell you something.
Kaitlyn Curran
Okay.
Andre Holmes
Umm....I uhh...umm...
He struggled to even put the words together. Kaitlyn leaned in closer, the suspense killing them both.
Andre Holmes
...I have two daughters.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wait, what?
Andre Holmes
I have two daughters. The older one is twelve, and the younger is six. Serenity, and Athena.
She never expected this bomb to drop in her apartment, let alone on top of her head. Andre paused for her reaction, and all she could do was lean back with her face in awe of the truth coming out. Even though they weren't official, immediately dating a father of two was really harsh to take in. She became more serious than ever.
Kaitlyn Curran
So let me get this straight. Was that what you were going to tell me back in North Carolina?
Andre Holmes
Yes. I was afraid of how you would react.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, of course you should be afraid. You just told me you have two daughters.
Andre Holmes
I know, I know. It's just been killing me because I have issues trusting people now.
Kaitlyn Curran
What are you saying?
Andre Holmes
I'm saying that. I don't know what to do anymore Kaitlyn. I'm stuck. My daughters mean everything yet I feel like I should be there taking care of them instead going to Fifteen to fight for the Television Championship. I've worked my ass off so much for this opportunity, and now just when things are going peaceful, it takes a 360 to kick me back to square one.
He leaned forward, and is really trying his best to not break down in front of her. All Kaitlyn can do is sit there, and listen.
Andre Holmes
I'm just so scared right now. I'm scared of losing the chance to be Television Champion, I'm scared of my daughters thinking that their father is nothing but a broken man who is getting everything he deserves for his own mistakes. I'm just scared to even think that we don't even have chance. I'm scared Kaitlyn. I don't know what to do.
He buries his face in the palm of his right hand, sniffing. Kaitlyn just sighs, and quickly goes closer to him to comfort Andre as much as she could.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre. Listen to me. You are not a broken person. You are strong, open-minded, and a sweet guy. You really think I would be talking to you if you weren't in the first place? I've been terrible people, even in an abusive relationship. I know what its like to have your world upside down, and thinking you could never set it right side up. Trust me, I know.
She pushes him back to lean against the couch, and sits on his lap with her face meeting his eyes.
Andre Holmes
What am I supposed to do Kaitlyn? What am I supposed to do?
Kaitlyn Curran
You love to wrestle, right?
Andre Holmes
Yes.
Kaitlyn Curran
You love your daughters right?
Andre Holmes
With every breath in my body.
Kaitlyn Curran
Do this for them. I'm not happy about finding you're a father but you are one for sure. Do this for them. I can tell they love you, you're willing to go to Hell for them. If this really the biggest match of your career, do it for them. They are your sole motivation Andre, and you need to focus on that. Don't let anything else distract you okay? If you want to become Television champion, you need to remember that everything you do is for them.
She wipes his tears with her thumbs, caressing his face with both her hands.
I believe in you. They do too. So whatever you're going through, just push on. They need you more than you need them. Always remember that. All I can say, you are the luckiest person right now to have that kind of love as most people never experience. People like me. I never knew my father, always grew up with my mother. So be that for them.
Andre Holmes
Okay, I will. I'll do my best. Thank you Kaitlyn. Thank you so much.
Kaitlyn Curran
Of course.
They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and Kaitlyn leaned in closer. Their lips parted until they danced together in harmony as the two started to really kiss each other. At first, this was sweet but it grew way past than he expected. It was safe to say. The air was too hot for that night.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Three.
He has some cloth to tie around his bloodied knuckles while sat on the chair. He wraps the cloth for them to clot the blood, and stop the bleeding by putting pressure on the open cut.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
I've said enough about Dustin. More than enough, the truth never ceases to end but what was true about two weeks ago? Dustin Beaver set to defend his Television Championship against a returning fellow competitor that achieved higher success than both of us combined. The entire world thought Beaver would once again retain his Television title at the time but everybody was baffled by the defeat. Even Dustin himself who took it harder than anyone else in the world. I sat there, my eyes were widened, shortened breath but moments after, I smiled. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much as the challenge grew harder, and bigger. I wanted it, and I'm glad it's against someone whose going to bring me past my limit. The thing is in this business is that the easy route is never the successful one. There are no shortcuts in this world, and you have to work for everything you achieved. Only a coward, a fool, a fake would be so quick to take a shortcut but for me, no. I'll take the hardest road possible even if it means getting my ass kicked right on the curb. Why? Because that is what a true champion does. No matter what happens, he will not back down. He will do whatever it takes to go out there, and fight till he can't no more
Stuart Slane. Do you have that within you? Because you never expected two hungry men to knock on your doorstep who is willing to take everything away from you. You did that to Dustin as soon as you came into WCF, and you want revenge for him stealing your Television Title. I advise you think this through. You see me as the wildcard, a little rookie that is just going to be tossed on the side. As much as I respect you, I can't allow you to pass me off. Underestimate me, and that'll be the reason you lost the Television Title. Normally, I should be angry right now. Everyone's been saying the god-damn same thing over, and over in my head. Stuart Slane stole your shining moment, he stole your finale of the Cinderella chapter in this book. I'm supposed to sit here, and just rant about how you ruined the chance of me becoming the next Television Champion, and proving to be the top prospect here in this business. Just complain, and wine like a little bitch about what you stole from me. I'm not going to do that. You might as well call me Dustin Beaver. I'm not gonna do what he's done. I'm not gonna parade around, create an anti-Slane campaign about how you returned, and already deserve a shot at the Television title. Whether you deserved it or not, you did what nobody expected. You beat the champion but now I have to beat you
He gets up from the chair, and picks up a picture of Athena, and Serenity together that was on the shattered glass.
When I look at you, I see a man whose done terrible things. Things that would make him look himself in the mirror, and just punch it. Sins that the Lord would never forget, and you just want to change yourself so you can never go back into that past again. I want you to bring all that pain, that hate, that suffering, that sadistic side of you back once again because those were the days you were most feared, and damn sure most known. I want to be the challenge that pushes YOU past your limit, and watch you break under the truth that Andre Holmes is more SADISTIC, and HUNGRY than you've ever been before. When we step into that ring, expect the unexpected. Just expect every little possibility of me hurting you, and taking what is mine. The WCF Television Title. You don't know what I have gone through, and neither does Dustin Beaver. I have more to lose, and more to gain in this match than you both do. Dustin needs the Television title to be in the spotlight because he craves it, Stuart needs it because it's just another reign on his belt. I need to do this for my daughters. I'm at the point of my life where nothing else matters except them. My OWN WIFE has abandoned me, and given herself to the alcohol as a way to escape this reality. She looked me right in my eyes, and called them bitches. The mother of m kids disrespected my own daughters, and now she's gone.
He just couldn't bear the pain, he had to take a moment to finish what he was saying.
I finally understand why I need to do this. This is for my beautiful daughters, Serenity, and Athena. The two most beautiful people I've ever seen in my life. Athena, Serenity. Thank you. Thank you for telling me you love me everyday, thank you for being there when I needed you most. Daddy is going to Fifteen, and he's going to beat Dustin Beaver, and Stuart Slane to become the next WCF Television Champion. I'm coming home with the championship, and as my what my daughters did in my time of my need. They reminded me of who I am. I'm the man that's going to be the future of WCF. The next Television Champion, and also the greatest Television Champion of all time. I'm coming home with the belt, and as a proud father.
I'm never gonna stop.
Won't quit till I'm not breathing.
Chase me all you want.
It won't be enough.
Never gonna stop.
Even if these wounds keep bleeding.
I'm not giving up.
It won't be enough.
He picked up the camera, and held it to his face.
IT WON'T BE ENOUGH! IT WON'T BE ENOUGH!
Fin.
