Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Mar 6, 2016 16:06:33 GMT -5
WCF Exclusive.
Part One.
The environment, and setting were definitely portraying the more nightly timid, and dark presence. The light of the moon gave the only source of light to be seen in the room. From the vague lighting, it looked out to be a small room full of antiques colored in mostly black with deteriorated cracked up walls with a ripped up portrait of a woman hanged on the wall. In the middle of the room, Andre Holmes is seen sitting down on a rocking chair. A hoodie is over his head, and what seems to be a hanging switch is leaning against his right shoulder. The wind blows through the white drapes of the open window, and he doesn't even bother to look at the camera.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
It's raining...
It's pouring...
The old man is snoring...
He went to bed...
And bumped his head...
Couldn't get up in the morning...
You know the first time I heard that song, it brought chills down my spine. That little girl singing it, the entire scary crap floating through my mind, and every time I go to bed, it would always play in my head. Expecting some type of jump scare like Ouija the movie. As time grew on, the song started to fade away as I grew older because I realized something. Why are we afraid of the dark? We think of all the nasty little creatures that were born in it with one purpose, and one purpose only: to scare. Nothing more, to scare us. Our minds continue to think of the worst possible outcome of heading into the darkness that we trick ourselves into believing that the darkness has a hold over us. The moment we step into the shade, our souls are forever taken into it. We're lost in an endless timeline of fear, and darkness. What a terrible fate. Realize this, everything that the darkness is just what our minds make it to be. Scientist see the darkness as light too but I see it as another thing. I see darkness as a way to summon your demons, and use their power to destroy anyone who gets in your way. I see it as that haven where no man should cross unless it is an absolute must. I see darkness as the last resort for a fighting person such as myself unless I am FORCED to bring out that side of me. It's a hidden treasure with a "USE ONLY WHEN NECESSARY" sign stamped on the lid of the box. However, that lid of the box has been opened multiple times, and the darkness abused to someone's amusement. They believe by opening Pandora's box, the darkness would just surrender itself to its founder, and be it's little boy toy for him or her to commend when they see fit. A typical shame really, a shame that a human can just use his wits, and will to control the supernatural forces he has no idea what he's tampering with. In the end, the darkness always wins, and that's why you Scathe, you're going to lose to me at Slam in Colorado, Spring.
The origin of Scathe in the WCF is without any question of where did he come from. It pretty much was just out of the blue as this man who presented himself to be one hell of an athlete took it upon himself to target Rebellution members specifically. Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think we've had the proper introductions Scathe. See, there could be a lot of reasons why you chose to go against our group. It could be that maybe when Grayson, and Bonnie were looking for the right people who would actually share the same ideals, the same interests as they do, you were so eager to jump in but your ugly ass got rejected, and thrown back into the garbage bin. The jealousy inside you how we became so successful, and so popular while you were left rotting in the sidelines made you felt so uncomfortable that the pain was twisting your mind until you exploded. Okay, the obvious answer was that you became the Regina George of WCF when there was a new H.B.I.C which means Head Bitch in Charge. I quite don't understand what is the reason or goal you believe that you have against us but I do UNDERSTAND that that reason is going to be your downfall when you step up to us. In that ring, you're going to learn just like Conor McGregor did against Nate Diaz that when you jump the gun without loading the clip, it back fires on you. There's a step you need to take on your first day in the ball park, and that doesn't mean you swing wildly, and expect to hit a massive home run. You ever learn that before you can walk, you must learn how to crawl? Scathe, these are the things you need to understand to actually NOT get your ass kicked much like the rest of jobbers. However, I do commend you. You've chosen the right path in choosing who you want to face to get ahead of the new guys in line but how you walked the path is a whole different story. The way you walk your path to becoming possibly the greatest person in the company is exactly a dead end. You've put yourself into a position where you cannot get out, and no one can make the blame but your damn self!
The funny thing about Scathe is that he'll try, and pass of this deviant, and supernatural ideas of his supposed "superiority" that he has over us. He thinks because he can make a light flick, use smoke to mask our vision for his time to escape or sneak up behind someone while following them for over twenty minutes that he has the power to just use whatever deep magic he believes is inside his own body to scare his prey away. The image he brings is better known as what he describes, "The Darkitecht", if I had a dime for every man whose tried to come up with a crappy name which has the word "dark" in it, I'd be rich. I don't believe anything that this man can bring that passes as supernatural to me. There is no human being on this Earth that possesses the power, and it's damn sure not this man whose been coming out of the crowd or under the ring to attack my fellow friends from behind. You want to know exactly what he is? A bonified run down magician. He's the wannabe Cris Angel who couldn't settle reading the manual on the magic trick starter kit who got bullied in High School, and just settled down for being a wrestler going to the production management to give him the right tools in performing all these little stupid events in the ring. It's literally wrestling 101. He's using the lights, the music, and any other production equipment to fool you guys into believing he is the one man who was born in the darkness. Hey! Scathe! Bane called, he wants his line back. "You merely adopted the darkness, I was born in it." Hmm, last time I check a normal birthing would be in a hospital room with the lights on. If you were actually born in the darkness, how'd they even find your mother? Where would it be? How would they cut the cord? Would the scissors even be sterile? You understand why I have to sit down in this dark room, and lecture him what darkness is in the first place?
He pulled down the string, and the lights come back on.
Oh wow, look at this. Darkness go bye bye. Everything about you is officially over. The moment the lights went on, the darkness went out. That's exactly what's going to happen when I kick your head off. You'll be seeing the light, and you'll never go back to the darkness again. The man who believes that the darkness is his own little bitch is going to have a bright awakening when I show him how much darkness can truly mean to another being whose lights shines brighter than anyone's he's ever met. Scathe. You brought yourself into the ring with me whose going to make sure that you never came back from the WCF. I'll beat you down into a bloody pulp until you realize that you do not want to be here anymore. You targeted us? Rebellution? Fine. You can target us all you want as much as half of the losers the Family are or even Beach Krew. We're fine with being the attention of all the haters because they know deep down inside that their days are numbered in the WCF. Rebellution is coming home strong, and you being a roadblock as you thought you were in our path is the exact equivalent of a speed bump to a car going down the road of home estates. We simply just pass over you, a little slow down for a mere second but we continue the pace of where we left off. Listen to exactly what I'm saying Scathe. You are NOT a man of darkness. You're a man of smoke, and mirrors with television effects to make it believe you can you have the power of this dark entity invested in your own soul, and when you go out to the ring, no mortal can stand in your way. This Demi-God you're facing is going to be your one way trip to the Underworld where the Nine Circles of Hell will be your eternal torture. I don't care if you're 6'8" or weighing 270 pounds. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. You don't believe me? Watch Attack on Titan, that show is the clear example of how easily a giant can be defeated. David, and Goliath? Nope my friend. This is just Holly Holm to Ronda Rousey. You're in for a determined ass whooping because of all the ideas, and hype that came to your own head. YOUR own head.
You know who you remind me of? Zeus from God of War III. Remember how Pandora's box was made to conceal all the evils in the world, and Zeus gave it to the Blacksmith God, Hephaestus, so that he could build a key. What happened when Kratos opened the box? Not only did he find the power to kill the former god of war, Ares, but the dark evils posioned Zeus, and filled him with fear. So he beat the shit out of Hephaestus, and took the key which came to be a being known as Pandora herself which formed the shape of a little child, and stashed her away for no one to ever see again. That poison has seeped into your own veins, and now you're filled with fear because Rebellution is your only way of actually confirming your false beliefs that you are the greatest man to ever live in the darkness. You're wrong. The darkness has gotten you close but in the end, you're Linkin Park. You've tried so hard, and got so far but in the end, it doesn't even matter. You're going to wind up on the wrong side of the realms, and Hell will be your new haven. Enjoy all the time you have because when the clock strikes the end, the glass time shall be break, and Scathe will come to the understanding that the darkness bows to no man, and will always be the winner for those who even think they have a chance of honing their strength. I'll show you real darkness when we get inside the ring, and that darkness is going to be the reason why Scathe will be dragged up the entrance path by the local EMT's because he was way too in over his head.
Walmart.
Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Saturday, March 6, 2016.
Beautiful day as the afternoon regime in Colorado is the same as ever. The weather was looking bright with the sun greeting the clouds, and Andre was just making his entrance into the local Walmart to buy some ingredients for him to make dinner with at his hotel room later. It was pretty nice to be alone from the WCF world, and he needed it. Especially with all the crazy drama that had his name involved over the past few weeks. He got a shopping card, and walked through the isles pushing it ahead of him to search for the food section to find what he was looking for. Walmart wasn't pretty crowded at all as he thought so this would be a quick grab, pay and go. Unfortunately, he was barged to the side by two teenage boys running past. He rolled his eyes, and fixed up his gray T-Shirt while searching through the food isles to find any the ingredients he actually wanted. His search came up futile for one isle.
He heard a noise from the far region of the store. Some of the employees were preoccupied with their duties, and being the curios George, he abandoned his empty cart to find the source of this noise. Approaching it, it was the same teenage boys pushing down a little girl into a corner. The girl was tearing like crazy, and scared shitless. Andre held the boys by their collars, and simply pulled them back as the look of defeat, and retreat rained down.
Andre Holmes
You guys like picking on girls? Why don't you try it with me?
He tossed them to the side, and they ran off. Andre bent down, and opened his hand to the little girl who could be about eight years of age. She dressed more raggedy than most girls would. Hair in pony tail, stripped coat with a gray tank tops. Tight jeans with converses. Andre made sure she's alright but was more concerned why she was without adult supervision.
Andre Holmes
Where's your parents?
Little Girl
I don't know.
Andre Holmes
What's your name kid?
Little Girl
Mikayla.
He looked around for maybe any woman that she looks like. No luck. He sighed.
Andre Holmes
So why were those boys bullying you?
Mikayla
Because I'm scared of the dark.
He sighed. Andre was scared of the dark when he was a kid too. A result from watching too much horror movies behind his parents back so he understood the struggle. Being the kindhearted man he was, he helped her to the first desk where he reported that Mikayla was left all alone, and he needed help to alert the parents. The employees used the intercoms to announce that the child was left alone, and Andre stood by her with security searching for the parents who came in with her.
Andre Holmes
You okay?
Mikayla
Yeah. I wanna go home.
Andre Holmes
Why?
Mikayla
I don't like being here. I like home. I hate those boys.
Andre Holmes
They remind me of someone.
He leaned his right forearm against the edge of the counter as Mikayla looked up to him.
Mikayla
Who?
Andre Holmes
This mean boy named Scathe. He hurt my friends, and now I'm gonna fight him tomorrow night. I can't wait to put my hands on him.
Mikayla
Is he a bully?
Andre Holmes
Yes. He is. He bullies people using the dark.
Mikayla
How are you not afraid of him? The dark?
Andre Holmes
Because...the darkness can only appear when the light is gone. I'm that light. He attacked my friends, and now he thinks he can get the best of me. I'll show him. Oh, I will. I'm not afraid of him nor the dark.
Mikayla
I wish I can be like you. When I go to bed, I'm scared to turn off the light but there's always something to make me feel better.
Andre Holmes
What? A nightlight?
Mikayla
No. It's a scripture or say something-ingy. "Let there be light"; darkness is bye-bye.
He looked at the kid with narrowed eyes, and she seemed to got her composure back. In his mind, all he could think about was how that could definitely work in his advantage in the ring. He was reminded that through all the dark, and trouble times he had, the light was always there to show him the way out of the tunnel. Before he could even respond to those wise words, her parents were being escorted out of the premises by security. The little girl runs back to her parents, and they've actually been caught stealing. He rolls his eyes, and goes back to his own task.
Andre Holmes
What a suprise.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Now, we come to why Demarcus Jordan? He was ready to beat you the hell down, and knowing you, you couldn't risk losing to another Rebellution member so you had to attack him from behind before the bell even rang to give everyone the impression that you weren't going down without a fight. That doesn't smell like tactics or strategy or even making a damn statement. It shows you're more of a coward, and a desperate one too when the ball wasn't even in your court. My good friend Demarcus suffered at YOUR hands because you couldn't take the risk of being humiliated with a second consecutive loss against Rebellution. My friend was carried out, and because of you, you have the audacity to praise that cowardly beatdown as if you were the mastermind of it all. You're the mastermind of being the complete dumbass you are. A real competitor who wants to prove something would face his opponents at his own best, and beat him down to a bloody pulp until he couldn't move any longer. No, you took the detour. The easy route. The coward's way out, and now all those consequences are leading back up straight to this ass kicking. Why is that every time we face somebody new? Their either liars, cowards, losers, or irrelevant people looking to gain their fifteen minutes of fame. In your case Scathe, you're the 'D' on the multiple choice. All of the above. You're exactly the kind of competitors we've faced our entire life. You're nothing special. You believe that because you walk around with a beard, short hair reaching your neck, an angry face and a 24/7 pissed off demeanor? I should call you Dag Riddik but you're doing much more than he's ever done in his entire WCF Career. What I'm trying to say is that in your match against Demarcus, you took the easy route of actually beating him down from BEHIND if I may add because you couldn't risk being the second wind on the sideline all because of that humiliating consecutive loss against Rebellution? I'm disgusted.
And now I that you're trying to make a deal with Bonnie Blue. Let me make this clear. Bonnie would never join a man who viciously attacked her after she beat him which is you, and that is pushing you to find ways to get her to join you? Are you that stupid? Why would Bonnie join you? Why would you even think any of us would be willing to join the next Cris Angel cosplayer? I don't understand. You may be big but you're short when it comes to the intellectual aspect of the game. You're putting yourself in a situation where you need to get your ass kicked yet you're coming to Bonnie, THE ENEMY, for help? Boy is someone desperate to get the numbers game on his side. If you want numbers, The Family is always looking for the next irrelevant person to get destroyed. Rebellution is not going to break for a man who can't hold it together. You need to look at yourself, and have a clear conversation about what you need to do. All the decisions you are making are clearly putting you on the end game here. Your time in WCF is coming straight to an end, and now you have nowhere else to go. The moment the bell rings, it's over. You're not going to attack from North, South, East or West. It's gonna be the two of us. Mano e mano. The two of us fighting till our last breaths are removed from our bodies but in the end, Andre Holmes will win. I will introduce you to MY eternal darkness, and watch you crumble under the sheer power of it. You don't know darkness, and you damn sure don't know what MY darkness can bring. I'm going to enlighten you on what it means to be a true competitor, and a true supernatural force to be reckoned with. I'll see you at Colorado Springs, and when we meet inside that ring Scathe...
And Andre Holmes said, "Let there be light".
Fin.
Part One.
The environment, and setting were definitely portraying the more nightly timid, and dark presence. The light of the moon gave the only source of light to be seen in the room. From the vague lighting, it looked out to be a small room full of antiques colored in mostly black with deteriorated cracked up walls with a ripped up portrait of a woman hanged on the wall. In the middle of the room, Andre Holmes is seen sitting down on a rocking chair. A hoodie is over his head, and what seems to be a hanging switch is leaning against his right shoulder. The wind blows through the white drapes of the open window, and he doesn't even bother to look at the camera.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
It's raining...
It's pouring...
The old man is snoring...
He went to bed...
And bumped his head...
Couldn't get up in the morning...
You know the first time I heard that song, it brought chills down my spine. That little girl singing it, the entire scary crap floating through my mind, and every time I go to bed, it would always play in my head. Expecting some type of jump scare like Ouija the movie. As time grew on, the song started to fade away as I grew older because I realized something. Why are we afraid of the dark? We think of all the nasty little creatures that were born in it with one purpose, and one purpose only: to scare. Nothing more, to scare us. Our minds continue to think of the worst possible outcome of heading into the darkness that we trick ourselves into believing that the darkness has a hold over us. The moment we step into the shade, our souls are forever taken into it. We're lost in an endless timeline of fear, and darkness. What a terrible fate. Realize this, everything that the darkness is just what our minds make it to be. Scientist see the darkness as light too but I see it as another thing. I see darkness as a way to summon your demons, and use their power to destroy anyone who gets in your way. I see it as that haven where no man should cross unless it is an absolute must. I see darkness as the last resort for a fighting person such as myself unless I am FORCED to bring out that side of me. It's a hidden treasure with a "USE ONLY WHEN NECESSARY" sign stamped on the lid of the box. However, that lid of the box has been opened multiple times, and the darkness abused to someone's amusement. They believe by opening Pandora's box, the darkness would just surrender itself to its founder, and be it's little boy toy for him or her to commend when they see fit. A typical shame really, a shame that a human can just use his wits, and will to control the supernatural forces he has no idea what he's tampering with. In the end, the darkness always wins, and that's why you Scathe, you're going to lose to me at Slam in Colorado, Spring.
The origin of Scathe in the WCF is without any question of where did he come from. It pretty much was just out of the blue as this man who presented himself to be one hell of an athlete took it upon himself to target Rebellution members specifically. Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think we've had the proper introductions Scathe. See, there could be a lot of reasons why you chose to go against our group. It could be that maybe when Grayson, and Bonnie were looking for the right people who would actually share the same ideals, the same interests as they do, you were so eager to jump in but your ugly ass got rejected, and thrown back into the garbage bin. The jealousy inside you how we became so successful, and so popular while you were left rotting in the sidelines made you felt so uncomfortable that the pain was twisting your mind until you exploded. Okay, the obvious answer was that you became the Regina George of WCF when there was a new H.B.I.C which means Head Bitch in Charge. I quite don't understand what is the reason or goal you believe that you have against us but I do UNDERSTAND that that reason is going to be your downfall when you step up to us. In that ring, you're going to learn just like Conor McGregor did against Nate Diaz that when you jump the gun without loading the clip, it back fires on you. There's a step you need to take on your first day in the ball park, and that doesn't mean you swing wildly, and expect to hit a massive home run. You ever learn that before you can walk, you must learn how to crawl? Scathe, these are the things you need to understand to actually NOT get your ass kicked much like the rest of jobbers. However, I do commend you. You've chosen the right path in choosing who you want to face to get ahead of the new guys in line but how you walked the path is a whole different story. The way you walk your path to becoming possibly the greatest person in the company is exactly a dead end. You've put yourself into a position where you cannot get out, and no one can make the blame but your damn self!
The funny thing about Scathe is that he'll try, and pass of this deviant, and supernatural ideas of his supposed "superiority" that he has over us. He thinks because he can make a light flick, use smoke to mask our vision for his time to escape or sneak up behind someone while following them for over twenty minutes that he has the power to just use whatever deep magic he believes is inside his own body to scare his prey away. The image he brings is better known as what he describes, "The Darkitecht", if I had a dime for every man whose tried to come up with a crappy name which has the word "dark" in it, I'd be rich. I don't believe anything that this man can bring that passes as supernatural to me. There is no human being on this Earth that possesses the power, and it's damn sure not this man whose been coming out of the crowd or under the ring to attack my fellow friends from behind. You want to know exactly what he is? A bonified run down magician. He's the wannabe Cris Angel who couldn't settle reading the manual on the magic trick starter kit who got bullied in High School, and just settled down for being a wrestler going to the production management to give him the right tools in performing all these little stupid events in the ring. It's literally wrestling 101. He's using the lights, the music, and any other production equipment to fool you guys into believing he is the one man who was born in the darkness. Hey! Scathe! Bane called, he wants his line back. "You merely adopted the darkness, I was born in it." Hmm, last time I check a normal birthing would be in a hospital room with the lights on. If you were actually born in the darkness, how'd they even find your mother? Where would it be? How would they cut the cord? Would the scissors even be sterile? You understand why I have to sit down in this dark room, and lecture him what darkness is in the first place?
He pulled down the string, and the lights come back on.
Oh wow, look at this. Darkness go bye bye. Everything about you is officially over. The moment the lights went on, the darkness went out. That's exactly what's going to happen when I kick your head off. You'll be seeing the light, and you'll never go back to the darkness again. The man who believes that the darkness is his own little bitch is going to have a bright awakening when I show him how much darkness can truly mean to another being whose lights shines brighter than anyone's he's ever met. Scathe. You brought yourself into the ring with me whose going to make sure that you never came back from the WCF. I'll beat you down into a bloody pulp until you realize that you do not want to be here anymore. You targeted us? Rebellution? Fine. You can target us all you want as much as half of the losers the Family are or even Beach Krew. We're fine with being the attention of all the haters because they know deep down inside that their days are numbered in the WCF. Rebellution is coming home strong, and you being a roadblock as you thought you were in our path is the exact equivalent of a speed bump to a car going down the road of home estates. We simply just pass over you, a little slow down for a mere second but we continue the pace of where we left off. Listen to exactly what I'm saying Scathe. You are NOT a man of darkness. You're a man of smoke, and mirrors with television effects to make it believe you can you have the power of this dark entity invested in your own soul, and when you go out to the ring, no mortal can stand in your way. This Demi-God you're facing is going to be your one way trip to the Underworld where the Nine Circles of Hell will be your eternal torture. I don't care if you're 6'8" or weighing 270 pounds. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. You don't believe me? Watch Attack on Titan, that show is the clear example of how easily a giant can be defeated. David, and Goliath? Nope my friend. This is just Holly Holm to Ronda Rousey. You're in for a determined ass whooping because of all the ideas, and hype that came to your own head. YOUR own head.
You know who you remind me of? Zeus from God of War III. Remember how Pandora's box was made to conceal all the evils in the world, and Zeus gave it to the Blacksmith God, Hephaestus, so that he could build a key. What happened when Kratos opened the box? Not only did he find the power to kill the former god of war, Ares, but the dark evils posioned Zeus, and filled him with fear. So he beat the shit out of Hephaestus, and took the key which came to be a being known as Pandora herself which formed the shape of a little child, and stashed her away for no one to ever see again. That poison has seeped into your own veins, and now you're filled with fear because Rebellution is your only way of actually confirming your false beliefs that you are the greatest man to ever live in the darkness. You're wrong. The darkness has gotten you close but in the end, you're Linkin Park. You've tried so hard, and got so far but in the end, it doesn't even matter. You're going to wind up on the wrong side of the realms, and Hell will be your new haven. Enjoy all the time you have because when the clock strikes the end, the glass time shall be break, and Scathe will come to the understanding that the darkness bows to no man, and will always be the winner for those who even think they have a chance of honing their strength. I'll show you real darkness when we get inside the ring, and that darkness is going to be the reason why Scathe will be dragged up the entrance path by the local EMT's because he was way too in over his head.
Walmart.
Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Saturday, March 6, 2016.
Beautiful day as the afternoon regime in Colorado is the same as ever. The weather was looking bright with the sun greeting the clouds, and Andre was just making his entrance into the local Walmart to buy some ingredients for him to make dinner with at his hotel room later. It was pretty nice to be alone from the WCF world, and he needed it. Especially with all the crazy drama that had his name involved over the past few weeks. He got a shopping card, and walked through the isles pushing it ahead of him to search for the food section to find what he was looking for. Walmart wasn't pretty crowded at all as he thought so this would be a quick grab, pay and go. Unfortunately, he was barged to the side by two teenage boys running past. He rolled his eyes, and fixed up his gray T-Shirt while searching through the food isles to find any the ingredients he actually wanted. His search came up futile for one isle.
He heard a noise from the far region of the store. Some of the employees were preoccupied with their duties, and being the curios George, he abandoned his empty cart to find the source of this noise. Approaching it, it was the same teenage boys pushing down a little girl into a corner. The girl was tearing like crazy, and scared shitless. Andre held the boys by their collars, and simply pulled them back as the look of defeat, and retreat rained down.
Andre Holmes
You guys like picking on girls? Why don't you try it with me?
He tossed them to the side, and they ran off. Andre bent down, and opened his hand to the little girl who could be about eight years of age. She dressed more raggedy than most girls would. Hair in pony tail, stripped coat with a gray tank tops. Tight jeans with converses. Andre made sure she's alright but was more concerned why she was without adult supervision.
Andre Holmes
Where's your parents?
Little Girl
I don't know.
Andre Holmes
What's your name kid?
Little Girl
Mikayla.
He looked around for maybe any woman that she looks like. No luck. He sighed.
Andre Holmes
So why were those boys bullying you?
Mikayla
Because I'm scared of the dark.
He sighed. Andre was scared of the dark when he was a kid too. A result from watching too much horror movies behind his parents back so he understood the struggle. Being the kindhearted man he was, he helped her to the first desk where he reported that Mikayla was left all alone, and he needed help to alert the parents. The employees used the intercoms to announce that the child was left alone, and Andre stood by her with security searching for the parents who came in with her.
Andre Holmes
You okay?
Mikayla
Yeah. I wanna go home.
Andre Holmes
Why?
Mikayla
I don't like being here. I like home. I hate those boys.
Andre Holmes
They remind me of someone.
He leaned his right forearm against the edge of the counter as Mikayla looked up to him.
Mikayla
Who?
Andre Holmes
This mean boy named Scathe. He hurt my friends, and now I'm gonna fight him tomorrow night. I can't wait to put my hands on him.
Mikayla
Is he a bully?
Andre Holmes
Yes. He is. He bullies people using the dark.
Mikayla
How are you not afraid of him? The dark?
Andre Holmes
Because...the darkness can only appear when the light is gone. I'm that light. He attacked my friends, and now he thinks he can get the best of me. I'll show him. Oh, I will. I'm not afraid of him nor the dark.
Mikayla
I wish I can be like you. When I go to bed, I'm scared to turn off the light but there's always something to make me feel better.
Andre Holmes
What? A nightlight?
Mikayla
No. It's a scripture or say something-ingy. "Let there be light"; darkness is bye-bye.
He looked at the kid with narrowed eyes, and she seemed to got her composure back. In his mind, all he could think about was how that could definitely work in his advantage in the ring. He was reminded that through all the dark, and trouble times he had, the light was always there to show him the way out of the tunnel. Before he could even respond to those wise words, her parents were being escorted out of the premises by security. The little girl runs back to her parents, and they've actually been caught stealing. He rolls his eyes, and goes back to his own task.
Andre Holmes
What a suprise.
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Now, we come to why Demarcus Jordan? He was ready to beat you the hell down, and knowing you, you couldn't risk losing to another Rebellution member so you had to attack him from behind before the bell even rang to give everyone the impression that you weren't going down without a fight. That doesn't smell like tactics or strategy or even making a damn statement. It shows you're more of a coward, and a desperate one too when the ball wasn't even in your court. My good friend Demarcus suffered at YOUR hands because you couldn't take the risk of being humiliated with a second consecutive loss against Rebellution. My friend was carried out, and because of you, you have the audacity to praise that cowardly beatdown as if you were the mastermind of it all. You're the mastermind of being the complete dumbass you are. A real competitor who wants to prove something would face his opponents at his own best, and beat him down to a bloody pulp until he couldn't move any longer. No, you took the detour. The easy route. The coward's way out, and now all those consequences are leading back up straight to this ass kicking. Why is that every time we face somebody new? Their either liars, cowards, losers, or irrelevant people looking to gain their fifteen minutes of fame. In your case Scathe, you're the 'D' on the multiple choice. All of the above. You're exactly the kind of competitors we've faced our entire life. You're nothing special. You believe that because you walk around with a beard, short hair reaching your neck, an angry face and a 24/7 pissed off demeanor? I should call you Dag Riddik but you're doing much more than he's ever done in his entire WCF Career. What I'm trying to say is that in your match against Demarcus, you took the easy route of actually beating him down from BEHIND if I may add because you couldn't risk being the second wind on the sideline all because of that humiliating consecutive loss against Rebellution? I'm disgusted.
And now I that you're trying to make a deal with Bonnie Blue. Let me make this clear. Bonnie would never join a man who viciously attacked her after she beat him which is you, and that is pushing you to find ways to get her to join you? Are you that stupid? Why would Bonnie join you? Why would you even think any of us would be willing to join the next Cris Angel cosplayer? I don't understand. You may be big but you're short when it comes to the intellectual aspect of the game. You're putting yourself in a situation where you need to get your ass kicked yet you're coming to Bonnie, THE ENEMY, for help? Boy is someone desperate to get the numbers game on his side. If you want numbers, The Family is always looking for the next irrelevant person to get destroyed. Rebellution is not going to break for a man who can't hold it together. You need to look at yourself, and have a clear conversation about what you need to do. All the decisions you are making are clearly putting you on the end game here. Your time in WCF is coming straight to an end, and now you have nowhere else to go. The moment the bell rings, it's over. You're not going to attack from North, South, East or West. It's gonna be the two of us. Mano e mano. The two of us fighting till our last breaths are removed from our bodies but in the end, Andre Holmes will win. I will introduce you to MY eternal darkness, and watch you crumble under the sheer power of it. You don't know darkness, and you damn sure don't know what MY darkness can bring. I'm going to enlighten you on what it means to be a true competitor, and a true supernatural force to be reckoned with. I'll see you at Colorado Springs, and when we meet inside that ring Scathe...
And Andre Holmes said, "Let there be light".
Fin.
