....There's only only thing I know how to do....
Mar 27, 2016 16:32:08 GMT -5
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Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Mar 27, 2016 16:32:08 GMT -5
WCF Exclusive.
Part One.
No man should have to be so angry yet no man should be subjected to constant emotional, and physical torture. In times like these, we need our friends, and loved ones as much as any other human being would when everything one knows is being taken away from him piece by piece. In the end, nothing matters but the choices they make. Some create a better future for others, and himself. Some only ruin, and create more chaos. For some reasons unexplained, we look at the terrible moments Andre Holmes has gone through. This week couldn't have been any more stressful. Katherine Phoenix, #BeachKrew, House of Ophelia, and especially K.L Henson. His mind was tearing apart, and reaching its limit of its sanity. It's not even close to tell if he has snapped but he's never been this way ever since 2008. We can only pray he is able to fight through it, be a damn shame if he had to go back 'there' again.
Chicago, Illinois is the host of an epic match between none other than K.L Henson, and Andre Holmes. These two have more than a business rivalry, it's personal. You would have ever thought that maybe two men could hate each other more than the Angels in Heaven hate the Demons in Hell? Bad blood? This was rotting boiling poison flowing through their veins. Andre sat down on the balcony of an all-expense paid suite at the Sheridan Hotel near the United Center for Explosion. He didn't mind the cold breeze of the wind blowing past his face as he sat down with his arms folded, and his posture leaned back against the chair as he visualized different ways of tearing Henson apart rather than enjoying the modern scenery of a highly busy traffic in the streets. It was almost pleasing to have some alone time but that little relaxation didn't overpower the anger, and volatile rage reaching its limit.
The lucky Canon camera was hosted on a tripod directly aiming to the left side of his face. All the clothing of a mere active pants with black socks on, and barely a tank top was the perfect gesture of no more games. He just sat there in dead silence, eyes didn't even move nor blink. The thoughts of murder, hatred, rage, and destruction were oozing through the cracks of his poisoned mind. He huffed, and puffed. Groaned, and broke out in words.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
You enjoying this? I'm not. I'm not enjoying anything as of right now. You know, there's only so much a person can take before they lose it. Some people have an indomitable will, and I thought I had that too. I was wrong, I am an unstoppable will. A stupid misguided one but unstoppable no matter what. So they can all sit there, and do whatever they can to bring me down...it won't work. I'll brush it off like nothing happened. See, some people will do their best to get to you, and others will do everything in their power to make them feel better about themselves. If you give them a reaction, they have power over you. That's what my mom always used to say yet what happens when they get a reaction, and their power means jack shit? They finally get that reaction, and it ends up biting them in the ass ten times harder? Let's picture a scenario. I used to watch this show with my little one, Athena, named Meerkat Manor. In the first season, first episode actually, the group of Meerkats who went by 'The Whiskers' stumbled upon a snake. Now, the snake was under a bush relaxing, enjoying its meal. Didn't cause anyone any problems, didn't bother to jump in someone's personal life and ruin it, didn't bother to assume that someone would be responsible for a murder they didn't cause or believe that someone was a monster. That snake was happy, and content until that group of Meerkats started to spit on it, bob their head as a threatening message. It was interesting. The snake started to huff, and puff. It was getting agitated. I watched carefully. Why didn't it strike them the moment they trespassed? Snakes are VERY territorial. The moment you trespass, boom. You're done. This one remained calm, no immediate action taken. It was just lying there, watching them egg it on then out of nowhere, the leader's brother was struck in the leg. What happened when it fired back? They ran away, and the poisoned one died. Consider this, they all came together as a group to attack one animal yet when it fired back, they ran like cowards, and left their friends to die like scum.
You understand what I'm saying? That is going to be the SAME DAMN THING that will happen at Explosion. When you push someone into a corner, and they have nothing to lose, you know for damn well that everything you did is going to circle around at 10 times faster with a more powerful force to launch your ass from Point A to Point Z. I could be making this shit up in science but it's perfect common sense. Hell, second grade even. I am being pushed to the edge of my own life because of inconsiderate, no life having, and coward fucks like Katherine Phoenix, House of Ophelia, #BeachKrew and everyone else who gets on my damn nerves. It's funny how they are all so quick to jump down my throat, and make themselves look like the good guys. You know why? I'm going to break the secret. It's because I OUTDO them all on being the most sadistic, and cruel motherfucker in this business. They have never met a person would be strike fire with fire, and use flamethrower like a Blaziken on a Pokemon game at level one hundred. They're threatened that they met someone who could reach into their soul, grab it, twist it, fuck it, and then piss on it. I'm willing to fight evil with evil, and they know that. So they can go around talking about how I'm the bad guy, I'm the monster. I'm the murderer, I'm the asshole, the sexist, the racist, the misogynist. They can all do that but in the end, the pen always comes back stronger to write their names in Hell in pure black ink. I'm the guy that can put an end, and humiliate every single of you. You're afraid to be shown what you truly are. Spineless cowards. You prove that time, and time again how of you fucking idiots can't deal when a real man steps up to you, and is willing to put everything on the line just to watch you burn. Johnny Rabid to Bonnie. Tried to kill her than TMZ who is obviously paid off by Katherine Phoenix frames her for Johnny's actions or Katherine Phoenix attacking Joseline for no apparent reason then she wants to press charges? You see the bullshit hypocrisy running through the streets? Aye Jared. The hypocrisy was running through the six in his woe cause you know EXACTLY how that shit goes. All of you motherfuckers especially HENSON have to fear me! I am coming for every single one of you, and I am going to burn you all to a torched crisp of a body until you can't fucking move anymore.
But lets get back to the one I've been waiting put my foot up for a long daaamn time. Oh, K.L Henson. From the day we met, you know damn sure we've never liked each other. You always saw me as that one kid who would disrespect the order, change the gears of the machine, fall out of the assembly line, bad for business, the setback on gaining revenue. Was I really that to you Henson? Let's be honest. When you first signed my name on that contract, did you look at me as bad for business or was it bad for K.L Henson? I've been a lot of things but bad for business was NEVER one of them. It's funny how you mention I'm bad for business when we first met each other but you checked out the stocks, you checked out the gross margins, the marketing segments, the target segments, the advertising, the increase in revenue against your expenses. Every time Andre Holmes came on WCF programming,the ratings would always go up. You know for damn sure that was the case K.L. I've never been anyone to purposely bring down WCF. Ever since I stepped foot into this company, I have loved it, and breathed it as if I was here all along. Sure, I was the longest reigning World Champion in World Extreme Federation for 1145 days, and the greatest Hall of Famer of all time there. Not to mention, the first ever Midwest Extreme Wrestling Undisputed Champion. I was everything I could be in those top companies in the past, and never one of them have ever stated that I was "Bad for business". Not one. That is the same for WCF, and yet here you are, one out of the entire world, to say that I am bad for business. At first, I actually believed it because you were the head or should I say second Head of Talent Relations. You have access to all the information regarding who is to push, and who is to bury then it dawned on me. My merchandise was sold out, I was undefeated, obviously becoming top prospect for the year, enjoying the huge fan base. How was I bad for business? I thought about it for so damn long...was I bad for business or bad for K.L Henson?
When we first met in that backstage locker, and you tried to get George on me, you answered it. I'm that one man who isn't blind to your sick actions of control, and manipulation. I'm your Magneto to your Cerebro. I saw past your illusions, and saw past how quickly you used people like pawns in chess. A good example was when you released Katherine Phoenix as your assistant. The one moment she didn't agree with anything that your named stamped down on it, you fucking kicked her ass to the curb. She did everything for you as you asked, and did it as if her life depended on it. It was so sudden. Nobody saw it coming. You just removed her your team, and now she was gone just like that. What was it Henson? Is it because that pussy just wasn't a thing anymore? She didn't rock the boat or get Marvin Gaye to get it on? Was it because she sent the wrong file, put in the wrong pay checks, asked in for a lot of vacation time...or it was because she broke out of your manipulation, and fought against your controlling ways? Isn't it funny how the telepaths in Marvel never had any interesting powers besides that? Xavier was always the most powerful telepath in the X-Men but what happens every time Magneto came with the helmet? He was blocked, useless. He always had to control his henchmen to attack him. So what if this Sunday at Explosion I wore that Helmet? You really thought that your little bitches like George, Nagasaki or whoever else in your squad can hold me down? I'm disgusted! I thought you were smart to recognize no matter what you did, I would always fight against it. I'm always going to be the one with the helmet on, I'm going to be that Magneto, that Erik Lensherr coming right after you Sebastian Shaw. I'm coming for you to open your eyes, destroy your Cerebro so you don't control anyone any more. This is a world of freedom, liberty. We have the right to be ourselves, and do as we see fit. Unlike you.
Windsor Regional Hospital.
Detroit, Michigan.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016.
No, what the hell happened? This week couldn't have happened. Katherine Phoenix broke into Andre's locker room, and answered Kaitlyn's call. Right then, and there, she crossed the line as she asserted herself into his personal life, and ruined the three month relationship they enjoying so far. Ever since that call, he's been trying to reach her but it always hits voicemail. He couldn't blame her. A young twenty five year old woman whose been cheated on before, and now the past came back to haunt her. It was different, he was set up. In his mind, he could only care about explaining things as much as he can but Kaitlyn wouldn't budge. Maybe it just wasn't the right time, and it's hurting him even more. Why did this had to happen now? Just when everything was going so smoothly, here comes someone to try, and take it away from him. He wanted to punch the radio station next to him as he was driving on the highway from his hotel to the hospital Grayson was in. After hearing the news about him being in a small coma, he felt like shit. Deep down inside he knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't help it. The guilt was tearing him apart, and as he continued to drive down the freeway, his hands coiled around the steering well started to tighten in on the grip. Shaking as if he was seeing the flashback of his own brother being squashed under the fat fucking dumb Jap Nagasaki. Henson singing in his head wanted to make him scream as loud as he can.
He pulled up into the guest parking lot of the hospital, and exited the rental car. He bought some floweres tied in a plastic wrapped gift, and took a deep breath. There's going to be some repercussions for his actions as to why he left Grayson like that but he was man enough to face the consequences. Each step into the hospital made his doubts go worse. What if Grayson is paralyzed or couldn't even be able to speak again? Andre couldn't live with himself. Funny. He could laugh about Katherine taking suicide, and yet couldn't breathe to see his own brother paralyzed from top to bottom. He stood at the visitors desk, and smiled at the secretary.
Andre Holmes
Good afternoon. I'm here to visit Grayson Pierce.
The secretary nodded, and scanned through her list of patients who were in. After approximately thirty seconds, he was asked for his I.D which he handed over to take a picture. The visitor's pass was printed with his name on it, and was given back his I.D. Third floor, room 305. He followed the instructions but the thoughts of doubt kept plundering into his skull. Stepping into the elevator alone made it worse, his right leg was shaking. Breathing became heavier, and Andre wanted to get this over with but he had to see his brother. The door slided to the right, and he walked out adjusting his cuff links on his black buttoned shirt. Room 305 was at his left, and he peeked around to see Kat sitting beside Grayson whose still out. He leaned back on the wall, and just sucked it up. So, Andre stood in the door, and knocked on the wall three times where Kat looked up. Her face wasn't happy, and she got up in her little hoodie with jeans on. Andre walked slowly, and spoke to Kat with a submissive tone with his words breaking up.
Andre Holmes
Kat, I am so sorry--
Whack! Her right hand brutalized his cheek with a vicious slap. He just looked away from her face, and did nothing. That was deserved if you thought about it, and he just exhaled. Andre deserved that, and maybe even more in his opinion. She fixed her glasses, and all he could do was look at her with a submissive expression of regret, and shame.
Kat Pierce
Leave.
Andre Holmes
K-Kat...please...
Kat Pierce
You've done enough. He trusted you, and you left him out there like that. How could you do that to him? Do you have any idea how I felt when I watched that happened?
What could he actually say to make the situation better? He couldn't. This was on all him, and he stood there taking every lashing she gave out from that red hot stinging tongue of hers. He wanted to cry but fought back against it. Andre sighed, and waited for Kat to finish.
Kat Pierce
You should go.
Andre Holmes
Kat...please. I am begging you. Just five minutes, let me say something to him.
She folded her arms, and looked at Grayson who was deep in slumber then back to him.
Kat Pierce
Five minutes.
He nodded, and she walked past him to give them some space. Andre rested the flowers on his bed next to his right leg, and sat down beside him. Just staring at him in this position, this predicament was wrenching his stomach back, and forth. He almost wanted to vomit. This was his mistake, and he moved in closer. Andre didn't how to start or where to start. How could you apologize to your own flesh, and blood after you left him to be torn apart in battle? You never left your own brother behind, and he did just that. So blinded by anger when Grayson was just telling him to do the right thing. He never listened, and it cost him maybe even his friendship. That alone was heartbreaking, and now here he is trying to amend this friendship with a comatosed Grayson Pierce. The irony was too high, and yet Andre felt that iron burn across his back, flattening him out for the punchline. Sometimes a man has to suck up his pride, and say what he knows is true. He was wrong, end of story.
Andre Holmes
Hey, buddy. Umm...uhh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry man. I left you out there, and this happened. All because I thought that I was right, I thought that being angry, and relentless could help us be safe. It always worked before but now I understood what you were trying to tell me. I went too far, and it cost us. It cost me this friendship, your trust, even your own wife hates me now. I did this. Not you, or Henson. It was me. It always was on. Uhh....shit. When we first met in that locker room, I even threatened to kick you yet you looked past all that anger, and saw me for who I really am. A good guy. Something I haven't seen in myself for a while yet no matter what, you always saw me as a good guy who would do the right thing. I guess that's why me, and you got along so well as brothers. We both are treated as the bad guys yet we believed in each other. You don't find that luxury anymore, and here you are offering me a place in your life. We've never known each other, and we came out as Tag Team Champions like that. I introduced you to my family, my daughters love you, and your beautiful wife treated me as an equal. I felt home, I felt wanted, I felt like nothing else mattered. You were that rock for me when I was on my knees, and now look how I have repaid you. I was stupid. I was just so angry at everything. Katherine Phoenix ruined my relationship with Kaitlyn man. She did it. She went too far, and now I've lost Kaitlyn quicker than I lost my ex-wife. I do not what to do man, I need you to come back. You always knew what to do, and you'd always know what to say to me. I'm just so tired of losing all my damn friends, my family, and the people I've loved in my life. It's like the moment something good comes in my way, it's taken. I didn't want to lose you too yet I'm the one who caused this, and it's so fucking painful. I don't want to be that monster again, and I'm so sorry...
He broke. He finally broke. Andre burst out in tears, and fell to his knees off the chair. His right arm around his gut, and Kat came in to see him for the first time truly exposed on his emotional distress. She wasn't going to kick him when she's down so being the kind hearted woman she is, she quickly reached around to put a hand on his back while kneeling. Some of the nurses heard some of the crying, and they came in too to make sure everything is okay. This was really a terrible time for him, they have never seen Andre Holmes really give out on himself. It was just overwhelming to see another person he cared about being in the hospital again.
Andre Holmes
I don't wanna be this again. I'm not a monster yet everyone thinks I am. I'm not. I'm always the one to fight for my family ever since I was a kid. Every time something good happens to me, someone always takes it away. My ex-wife is gone, and Katherine ruined the relationship between me, and Kaitlyn. Why? I have done nothing but make sure that my friends, and family were happy. It's always because of me they get hurt. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. Now Henson is blaming me as the murderer of Mr. Holden. I'm not a murderer Kat! It's just why do I always have to be the monster? This is so painful! I lost Grayson, and I'm scared to lose anyone else! It's not fair. I'm sorry Grayson, I'm so sorry. Make it stop, make this pain go away. I don't want to live like this. Why me?! Why God?! Why should I have to be the one to suffer? I can't do this anymore!
He continued to clutch onto her right arm, leaning side of his head onto it. Kat was on her knees holding on him to make sure he wouldn't go crazy. This emotional break down caught the attention of multiple personnel who were only watching from the side lines at this really heart-breaking scene. Hell, even some of them could relate to what he was going through hence, why they were tearing up. Kat felt really bad as he explained some of the personal situations he endured. The bottle was finally exploding, and everything on how he really felt came out. Through years of emotional torture, he had to be the strong titan to ensure nobody else will fall. He was the one suffering the most, the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and yet even though as painful as a burden that could be, he welcomed the challenge because he didn't want to risk anyone suffering.
Kat Pierce
Andre. Listen to me, you're none of those things. You are better than this, and you are a great man. My husband has chosen you because he knows what you're going through? Okay. You have to be strong, and yes it hurts but you can fight it.
Andre Holmes
I don't want to fight anymore...I'm scared.
Kat Pierce
Then fight for my husband, for me, for your daughters. Bonnie, Demarcus. Fight for everyone you know who is going through what you are going through. You have too. You're strong, courageous. I know you can fight this. You have to.
His heavy breathing slowed, and the tears stopped streaming. She was right. This was his destiny, and his doing. He slowly leaned up, and she let go of him to pat his back.
Andre Holmes
...There's only one thing I know how to do...
Kat Pierce
What's that?
He wiped his tears, and looked right at her with a soft whisper as if Hell just froze over.
Andre Holmes
Be...Relentless
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
...It all happened so quickly didn't it for you Henson? Remember when you first called me into your own office, and said that if I didn't take my attitude to you in the nice prissy way, you would have my head right? See, right then, and there I thought that you couldn't do anything. The power you hold was all a sham, a fake, smoke, and mirrors to make sure I would fall in line. I was wrong. You proved you were no joke when you said I would suffer. I would have to listen to you accordingly as you beat the crap out of me at Fifteen, held the microphone up high, and announce my suspension. YOU COST ME THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP AT FIFTEEN AGAINST DUSTIN BEAVER, AND STUART SLANE THEN SUSPENDED ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I WANTED THAT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THEN YOU MADE A JOKE ABOUT WHEN YOU GAVE ME A TAG TITLE MATCH PLUS A PEOPLE'S TITLE MATCH?! I wouldn't say anything. I was scared to even go back in WCF property because you were there waiting to drop the big hammer on signing my name off the dotted line from the WCF roster forever. You proved something to me. You never only worked with control, and manipulation. Fear was your best friend. You like to believe in fear, you use it to your own benefit so nobody would ever cross you again. Fear is the way you hound in on someone's downfall, and twist it to your own apparel. That made me hate you even more. When you told me that I wasn't going to come back, and if I did, you fired me. I smelled it. It was stinky, rotting of your name behind it. You wanted me to live in fear, it was nothing but child's play to you. On that day of our Tag Team Championsip match between Grayson, and I to Kyle Kemp, and Johnny Rabid of Beach Crew, you sat in the front row with that smug look on your face. Watching my own brother had to endure all the stress of that match single-handedly. It was a show, your own UFC. You made it, and it went perfectly until you heard my music. You got up, your face changed for the worse, and you were upset. Right then, and there. Courage beat fear. If you want to talk about fear, I saw it in your eyes. You lost that right to use fear when you feared the worst happening. Andre broke from his chains, and came after you. Ever since then, we've proved you wrong time, and time again.
It never mattered about if Andre Holmes would listen. It was always about if K.L Henson could make Andre Holmes fall in line. I did what I had to do. I broke the chains of fear, embraced the wings of courage, and soared above the dark clouds of fate. I spread my wings so high, nobody could touch me. When we became the new Tag Team Champions, you lost it. We broke you. The fear went into your ears, and we saw it all. K.L Henson for the first time in his life was consumed by fear, and no longer had the will to even bend it as he saw fit. You knew I was that man to be the one to break you yet no matter how hard I fought, every plan you made was just a roadblock to delay the inevitable. I wanted to see that look of despair, awe, shock, surprise. Everything that told everyone the story. K.L Henson could never control Andre Holmes. What happened? It was time for the master, and his little dog to step up to the two rising hungry wolves who wanted to rip their flesh, and gnaw on their organs. You made the match at Timebomb for a shot at our WCF World Tag Team Championships! Our! Even though you have never stepped into the ring for a while nor have any proof of great tag team chemistry between you, and Mr. Holden. News flash K.L! Having a controlled puppet for a minion does not count as a brother for a formiddable Tag Partner! You may have targeted me during our bout but I targeted Mr. Holden because I knew damn well sure that he was someone to get in the way of me kicking your scrawny ugly pale albino dumb fucking looking ass. I had to do what I had to do. I never meant for Holden to get that injured but my focus was making sure you have NO ONE else as a road block when we face each other at Explosion. Everything that is going on this world is because of ME, and YOU Mano e mano. That's how the gladiators do it, and welcome to the arena. You better run, and hide. The days are finally dawning on you. We beat you at Timebomb, and Holden was the man to suffer. We never meant for him to be put in the hospital, and we never meant for his ass to drop down in the ring being carried out in the stretcher but in this sport, our lives are always on the line. Sure, we go too far but I never meant for him to do. You may not believe me but its the truth. At least have some decency to not lie about it, and I know for a fact that if Holden was alive, he'd be seeing what is going on. You're nothing but a gigantic ass fake who will use anything in his power to join on the bandwagon on making Rebellution look bad when damn sure House of Ophelia pussies are the reason for this company dropping straight down on its head.
He picks up the camera from the tripod, and leans it on his face as his hazel eyes looks red from the passion of a burning vengeance ready to pierce into the soul.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Henson. I'm going to make this perfectly clear. You suspended me, got me arrested, put my own brother in the hospital blaming me for the death of Holden. I never murdered him. You did. You had him on life support, he was still breathing. He was a man who whose soul was stolen from him by you, and you made the choice to end him because he wasn't your friend, he just couldn't do your dirt work. I would NEVER end someone's life if they were still breathing. My own brother is in the hospital because of your obsession to make us look like the bad guys. HE WAS NEVER INVOLVED IN THIS! THIS WAS BETWEEN ME, AND YOU! YOU HURT HIM BECAUSE YOU'RE A SICK TWISTED MOTHERFUCKER WHO WANTS TO TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE WORKED SO HARD IN MY LIFE FOR. JUST LIKE KATHERINE PHOENIX WHO IS DOING HER BEST TO BE THE ONE WHEN SHE DAMN KNOWS I HATE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD! YOU'VE DONE IT HENSON! YOU'VE BROKEN ME! I WENT DOWN ON MY KNEES CRYING AT THE BED SIDE OF MY OWN BROTHER WHO WAS IN A COMA. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ANGRY IN MY LIFE! YOU HEAR ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER?! I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GRAVE BESIDE MR. HOLDEN. I'M GOING TO MURDER NAGASAKI, AND SEND HIS ASS BACK IN A BODYBAG TO JAPAN! I'M GOING TO FINISH OF BENJAMIN ATREYU AT THE TAG TITLE MATCH ON THE 350TH EPISODE OF SLAM!
He stands up, kicking the chair, and table away from him. His breath is heavy, and his eyes have gone mad.
There's a difference between you, and me. You use fear to get what you want. I use courage to invoke fear out of people. This Sunday at Timebomb...it will end. K.L Henson will no longer cease to exist. Everyone you have ever wronged will be watching this man as I am tasked by Jesus Christ himself to bring your ass down to Hell...can you feel it K.L? I can. My foot down your throat, your neck hitting the edge of the apron, smashing you inside the ring over, and over. It will be the end of all the wrong doings, the tortures, the manipulations, the fear. Everything. Rest in peace to Mr. Holden. You're free. You no longer have to live this lifestyle of being a puppet, you can be yourself. As for you K.L Henson. You're still alive. I don't disrespect the dead but I'll insult the fuck out of the living. So when Timebomb comes...expect the worst to happen. I'm bringing Hell on Earth, and I'll show you what fear is. Fear doesn't hide from anyone, and one more thing...
Amazing....grace....
How....sweet....the....sound.
Fin.
Part One.
No man should have to be so angry yet no man should be subjected to constant emotional, and physical torture. In times like these, we need our friends, and loved ones as much as any other human being would when everything one knows is being taken away from him piece by piece. In the end, nothing matters but the choices they make. Some create a better future for others, and himself. Some only ruin, and create more chaos. For some reasons unexplained, we look at the terrible moments Andre Holmes has gone through. This week couldn't have been any more stressful. Katherine Phoenix, #BeachKrew, House of Ophelia, and especially K.L Henson. His mind was tearing apart, and reaching its limit of its sanity. It's not even close to tell if he has snapped but he's never been this way ever since 2008. We can only pray he is able to fight through it, be a damn shame if he had to go back 'there' again.
Chicago, Illinois is the host of an epic match between none other than K.L Henson, and Andre Holmes. These two have more than a business rivalry, it's personal. You would have ever thought that maybe two men could hate each other more than the Angels in Heaven hate the Demons in Hell? Bad blood? This was rotting boiling poison flowing through their veins. Andre sat down on the balcony of an all-expense paid suite at the Sheridan Hotel near the United Center for Explosion. He didn't mind the cold breeze of the wind blowing past his face as he sat down with his arms folded, and his posture leaned back against the chair as he visualized different ways of tearing Henson apart rather than enjoying the modern scenery of a highly busy traffic in the streets. It was almost pleasing to have some alone time but that little relaxation didn't overpower the anger, and volatile rage reaching its limit.
The lucky Canon camera was hosted on a tripod directly aiming to the left side of his face. All the clothing of a mere active pants with black socks on, and barely a tank top was the perfect gesture of no more games. He just sat there in dead silence, eyes didn't even move nor blink. The thoughts of murder, hatred, rage, and destruction were oozing through the cracks of his poisoned mind. He huffed, and puffed. Groaned, and broke out in words.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
You enjoying this? I'm not. I'm not enjoying anything as of right now. You know, there's only so much a person can take before they lose it. Some people have an indomitable will, and I thought I had that too. I was wrong, I am an unstoppable will. A stupid misguided one but unstoppable no matter what. So they can all sit there, and do whatever they can to bring me down...it won't work. I'll brush it off like nothing happened. See, some people will do their best to get to you, and others will do everything in their power to make them feel better about themselves. If you give them a reaction, they have power over you. That's what my mom always used to say yet what happens when they get a reaction, and their power means jack shit? They finally get that reaction, and it ends up biting them in the ass ten times harder? Let's picture a scenario. I used to watch this show with my little one, Athena, named Meerkat Manor. In the first season, first episode actually, the group of Meerkats who went by 'The Whiskers' stumbled upon a snake. Now, the snake was under a bush relaxing, enjoying its meal. Didn't cause anyone any problems, didn't bother to jump in someone's personal life and ruin it, didn't bother to assume that someone would be responsible for a murder they didn't cause or believe that someone was a monster. That snake was happy, and content until that group of Meerkats started to spit on it, bob their head as a threatening message. It was interesting. The snake started to huff, and puff. It was getting agitated. I watched carefully. Why didn't it strike them the moment they trespassed? Snakes are VERY territorial. The moment you trespass, boom. You're done. This one remained calm, no immediate action taken. It was just lying there, watching them egg it on then out of nowhere, the leader's brother was struck in the leg. What happened when it fired back? They ran away, and the poisoned one died. Consider this, they all came together as a group to attack one animal yet when it fired back, they ran like cowards, and left their friends to die like scum.
You understand what I'm saying? That is going to be the SAME DAMN THING that will happen at Explosion. When you push someone into a corner, and they have nothing to lose, you know for damn well that everything you did is going to circle around at 10 times faster with a more powerful force to launch your ass from Point A to Point Z. I could be making this shit up in science but it's perfect common sense. Hell, second grade even. I am being pushed to the edge of my own life because of inconsiderate, no life having, and coward fucks like Katherine Phoenix, House of Ophelia, #BeachKrew and everyone else who gets on my damn nerves. It's funny how they are all so quick to jump down my throat, and make themselves look like the good guys. You know why? I'm going to break the secret. It's because I OUTDO them all on being the most sadistic, and cruel motherfucker in this business. They have never met a person would be strike fire with fire, and use flamethrower like a Blaziken on a Pokemon game at level one hundred. They're threatened that they met someone who could reach into their soul, grab it, twist it, fuck it, and then piss on it. I'm willing to fight evil with evil, and they know that. So they can go around talking about how I'm the bad guy, I'm the monster. I'm the murderer, I'm the asshole, the sexist, the racist, the misogynist. They can all do that but in the end, the pen always comes back stronger to write their names in Hell in pure black ink. I'm the guy that can put an end, and humiliate every single of you. You're afraid to be shown what you truly are. Spineless cowards. You prove that time, and time again how of you fucking idiots can't deal when a real man steps up to you, and is willing to put everything on the line just to watch you burn. Johnny Rabid to Bonnie. Tried to kill her than TMZ who is obviously paid off by Katherine Phoenix frames her for Johnny's actions or Katherine Phoenix attacking Joseline for no apparent reason then she wants to press charges? You see the bullshit hypocrisy running through the streets? Aye Jared. The hypocrisy was running through the six in his woe cause you know EXACTLY how that shit goes. All of you motherfuckers especially HENSON have to fear me! I am coming for every single one of you, and I am going to burn you all to a torched crisp of a body until you can't fucking move anymore.
But lets get back to the one I've been waiting put my foot up for a long daaamn time. Oh, K.L Henson. From the day we met, you know damn sure we've never liked each other. You always saw me as that one kid who would disrespect the order, change the gears of the machine, fall out of the assembly line, bad for business, the setback on gaining revenue. Was I really that to you Henson? Let's be honest. When you first signed my name on that contract, did you look at me as bad for business or was it bad for K.L Henson? I've been a lot of things but bad for business was NEVER one of them. It's funny how you mention I'm bad for business when we first met each other but you checked out the stocks, you checked out the gross margins, the marketing segments, the target segments, the advertising, the increase in revenue against your expenses. Every time Andre Holmes came on WCF programming,the ratings would always go up. You know for damn sure that was the case K.L. I've never been anyone to purposely bring down WCF. Ever since I stepped foot into this company, I have loved it, and breathed it as if I was here all along. Sure, I was the longest reigning World Champion in World Extreme Federation for 1145 days, and the greatest Hall of Famer of all time there. Not to mention, the first ever Midwest Extreme Wrestling Undisputed Champion. I was everything I could be in those top companies in the past, and never one of them have ever stated that I was "Bad for business". Not one. That is the same for WCF, and yet here you are, one out of the entire world, to say that I am bad for business. At first, I actually believed it because you were the head or should I say second Head of Talent Relations. You have access to all the information regarding who is to push, and who is to bury then it dawned on me. My merchandise was sold out, I was undefeated, obviously becoming top prospect for the year, enjoying the huge fan base. How was I bad for business? I thought about it for so damn long...was I bad for business or bad for K.L Henson?
When we first met in that backstage locker, and you tried to get George on me, you answered it. I'm that one man who isn't blind to your sick actions of control, and manipulation. I'm your Magneto to your Cerebro. I saw past your illusions, and saw past how quickly you used people like pawns in chess. A good example was when you released Katherine Phoenix as your assistant. The one moment she didn't agree with anything that your named stamped down on it, you fucking kicked her ass to the curb. She did everything for you as you asked, and did it as if her life depended on it. It was so sudden. Nobody saw it coming. You just removed her your team, and now she was gone just like that. What was it Henson? Is it because that pussy just wasn't a thing anymore? She didn't rock the boat or get Marvin Gaye to get it on? Was it because she sent the wrong file, put in the wrong pay checks, asked in for a lot of vacation time...or it was because she broke out of your manipulation, and fought against your controlling ways? Isn't it funny how the telepaths in Marvel never had any interesting powers besides that? Xavier was always the most powerful telepath in the X-Men but what happens every time Magneto came with the helmet? He was blocked, useless. He always had to control his henchmen to attack him. So what if this Sunday at Explosion I wore that Helmet? You really thought that your little bitches like George, Nagasaki or whoever else in your squad can hold me down? I'm disgusted! I thought you were smart to recognize no matter what you did, I would always fight against it. I'm always going to be the one with the helmet on, I'm going to be that Magneto, that Erik Lensherr coming right after you Sebastian Shaw. I'm coming for you to open your eyes, destroy your Cerebro so you don't control anyone any more. This is a world of freedom, liberty. We have the right to be ourselves, and do as we see fit. Unlike you.
Windsor Regional Hospital.
Detroit, Michigan.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016.
No, what the hell happened? This week couldn't have happened. Katherine Phoenix broke into Andre's locker room, and answered Kaitlyn's call. Right then, and there, she crossed the line as she asserted herself into his personal life, and ruined the three month relationship they enjoying so far. Ever since that call, he's been trying to reach her but it always hits voicemail. He couldn't blame her. A young twenty five year old woman whose been cheated on before, and now the past came back to haunt her. It was different, he was set up. In his mind, he could only care about explaining things as much as he can but Kaitlyn wouldn't budge. Maybe it just wasn't the right time, and it's hurting him even more. Why did this had to happen now? Just when everything was going so smoothly, here comes someone to try, and take it away from him. He wanted to punch the radio station next to him as he was driving on the highway from his hotel to the hospital Grayson was in. After hearing the news about him being in a small coma, he felt like shit. Deep down inside he knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't help it. The guilt was tearing him apart, and as he continued to drive down the freeway, his hands coiled around the steering well started to tighten in on the grip. Shaking as if he was seeing the flashback of his own brother being squashed under the fat fucking dumb Jap Nagasaki. Henson singing in his head wanted to make him scream as loud as he can.
He pulled up into the guest parking lot of the hospital, and exited the rental car. He bought some floweres tied in a plastic wrapped gift, and took a deep breath. There's going to be some repercussions for his actions as to why he left Grayson like that but he was man enough to face the consequences. Each step into the hospital made his doubts go worse. What if Grayson is paralyzed or couldn't even be able to speak again? Andre couldn't live with himself. Funny. He could laugh about Katherine taking suicide, and yet couldn't breathe to see his own brother paralyzed from top to bottom. He stood at the visitors desk, and smiled at the secretary.
Andre Holmes
Good afternoon. I'm here to visit Grayson Pierce.
The secretary nodded, and scanned through her list of patients who were in. After approximately thirty seconds, he was asked for his I.D which he handed over to take a picture. The visitor's pass was printed with his name on it, and was given back his I.D. Third floor, room 305. He followed the instructions but the thoughts of doubt kept plundering into his skull. Stepping into the elevator alone made it worse, his right leg was shaking. Breathing became heavier, and Andre wanted to get this over with but he had to see his brother. The door slided to the right, and he walked out adjusting his cuff links on his black buttoned shirt. Room 305 was at his left, and he peeked around to see Kat sitting beside Grayson whose still out. He leaned back on the wall, and just sucked it up. So, Andre stood in the door, and knocked on the wall three times where Kat looked up. Her face wasn't happy, and she got up in her little hoodie with jeans on. Andre walked slowly, and spoke to Kat with a submissive tone with his words breaking up.
Andre Holmes
Kat, I am so sorry--
Whack! Her right hand brutalized his cheek with a vicious slap. He just looked away from her face, and did nothing. That was deserved if you thought about it, and he just exhaled. Andre deserved that, and maybe even more in his opinion. She fixed her glasses, and all he could do was look at her with a submissive expression of regret, and shame.
Kat Pierce
Leave.
Andre Holmes
K-Kat...please...
Kat Pierce
You've done enough. He trusted you, and you left him out there like that. How could you do that to him? Do you have any idea how I felt when I watched that happened?
What could he actually say to make the situation better? He couldn't. This was on all him, and he stood there taking every lashing she gave out from that red hot stinging tongue of hers. He wanted to cry but fought back against it. Andre sighed, and waited for Kat to finish.
Kat Pierce
You should go.
Andre Holmes
Kat...please. I am begging you. Just five minutes, let me say something to him.
She folded her arms, and looked at Grayson who was deep in slumber then back to him.
Kat Pierce
Five minutes.
He nodded, and she walked past him to give them some space. Andre rested the flowers on his bed next to his right leg, and sat down beside him. Just staring at him in this position, this predicament was wrenching his stomach back, and forth. He almost wanted to vomit. This was his mistake, and he moved in closer. Andre didn't how to start or where to start. How could you apologize to your own flesh, and blood after you left him to be torn apart in battle? You never left your own brother behind, and he did just that. So blinded by anger when Grayson was just telling him to do the right thing. He never listened, and it cost him maybe even his friendship. That alone was heartbreaking, and now here he is trying to amend this friendship with a comatosed Grayson Pierce. The irony was too high, and yet Andre felt that iron burn across his back, flattening him out for the punchline. Sometimes a man has to suck up his pride, and say what he knows is true. He was wrong, end of story.
Andre Holmes
Hey, buddy. Umm...uhh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry man. I left you out there, and this happened. All because I thought that I was right, I thought that being angry, and relentless could help us be safe. It always worked before but now I understood what you were trying to tell me. I went too far, and it cost us. It cost me this friendship, your trust, even your own wife hates me now. I did this. Not you, or Henson. It was me. It always was on. Uhh....shit. When we first met in that locker room, I even threatened to kick you yet you looked past all that anger, and saw me for who I really am. A good guy. Something I haven't seen in myself for a while yet no matter what, you always saw me as a good guy who would do the right thing. I guess that's why me, and you got along so well as brothers. We both are treated as the bad guys yet we believed in each other. You don't find that luxury anymore, and here you are offering me a place in your life. We've never known each other, and we came out as Tag Team Champions like that. I introduced you to my family, my daughters love you, and your beautiful wife treated me as an equal. I felt home, I felt wanted, I felt like nothing else mattered. You were that rock for me when I was on my knees, and now look how I have repaid you. I was stupid. I was just so angry at everything. Katherine Phoenix ruined my relationship with Kaitlyn man. She did it. She went too far, and now I've lost Kaitlyn quicker than I lost my ex-wife. I do not what to do man, I need you to come back. You always knew what to do, and you'd always know what to say to me. I'm just so tired of losing all my damn friends, my family, and the people I've loved in my life. It's like the moment something good comes in my way, it's taken. I didn't want to lose you too yet I'm the one who caused this, and it's so fucking painful. I don't want to be that monster again, and I'm so sorry...
He broke. He finally broke. Andre burst out in tears, and fell to his knees off the chair. His right arm around his gut, and Kat came in to see him for the first time truly exposed on his emotional distress. She wasn't going to kick him when she's down so being the kind hearted woman she is, she quickly reached around to put a hand on his back while kneeling. Some of the nurses heard some of the crying, and they came in too to make sure everything is okay. This was really a terrible time for him, they have never seen Andre Holmes really give out on himself. It was just overwhelming to see another person he cared about being in the hospital again.
Andre Holmes
I don't wanna be this again. I'm not a monster yet everyone thinks I am. I'm not. I'm always the one to fight for my family ever since I was a kid. Every time something good happens to me, someone always takes it away. My ex-wife is gone, and Katherine ruined the relationship between me, and Kaitlyn. Why? I have done nothing but make sure that my friends, and family were happy. It's always because of me they get hurt. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. Now Henson is blaming me as the murderer of Mr. Holden. I'm not a murderer Kat! It's just why do I always have to be the monster? This is so painful! I lost Grayson, and I'm scared to lose anyone else! It's not fair. I'm sorry Grayson, I'm so sorry. Make it stop, make this pain go away. I don't want to live like this. Why me?! Why God?! Why should I have to be the one to suffer? I can't do this anymore!
He continued to clutch onto her right arm, leaning side of his head onto it. Kat was on her knees holding on him to make sure he wouldn't go crazy. This emotional break down caught the attention of multiple personnel who were only watching from the side lines at this really heart-breaking scene. Hell, even some of them could relate to what he was going through hence, why they were tearing up. Kat felt really bad as he explained some of the personal situations he endured. The bottle was finally exploding, and everything on how he really felt came out. Through years of emotional torture, he had to be the strong titan to ensure nobody else will fall. He was the one suffering the most, the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and yet even though as painful as a burden that could be, he welcomed the challenge because he didn't want to risk anyone suffering.
Kat Pierce
Andre. Listen to me, you're none of those things. You are better than this, and you are a great man. My husband has chosen you because he knows what you're going through? Okay. You have to be strong, and yes it hurts but you can fight it.
Andre Holmes
I don't want to fight anymore...I'm scared.
Kat Pierce
Then fight for my husband, for me, for your daughters. Bonnie, Demarcus. Fight for everyone you know who is going through what you are going through. You have too. You're strong, courageous. I know you can fight this. You have to.
His heavy breathing slowed, and the tears stopped streaming. She was right. This was his destiny, and his doing. He slowly leaned up, and she let go of him to pat his back.
Andre Holmes
...There's only one thing I know how to do...
Kat Pierce
What's that?
He wiped his tears, and looked right at her with a soft whisper as if Hell just froze over.
Andre Holmes
Be...Relentless
WCF Exclusive.
Part Two.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
...It all happened so quickly didn't it for you Henson? Remember when you first called me into your own office, and said that if I didn't take my attitude to you in the nice prissy way, you would have my head right? See, right then, and there I thought that you couldn't do anything. The power you hold was all a sham, a fake, smoke, and mirrors to make sure I would fall in line. I was wrong. You proved you were no joke when you said I would suffer. I would have to listen to you accordingly as you beat the crap out of me at Fifteen, held the microphone up high, and announce my suspension. YOU COST ME THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP AT FIFTEEN AGAINST DUSTIN BEAVER, AND STUART SLANE THEN SUSPENDED ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I WANTED THAT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THEN YOU MADE A JOKE ABOUT WHEN YOU GAVE ME A TAG TITLE MATCH PLUS A PEOPLE'S TITLE MATCH?! I wouldn't say anything. I was scared to even go back in WCF property because you were there waiting to drop the big hammer on signing my name off the dotted line from the WCF roster forever. You proved something to me. You never only worked with control, and manipulation. Fear was your best friend. You like to believe in fear, you use it to your own benefit so nobody would ever cross you again. Fear is the way you hound in on someone's downfall, and twist it to your own apparel. That made me hate you even more. When you told me that I wasn't going to come back, and if I did, you fired me. I smelled it. It was stinky, rotting of your name behind it. You wanted me to live in fear, it was nothing but child's play to you. On that day of our Tag Team Championsip match between Grayson, and I to Kyle Kemp, and Johnny Rabid of Beach Crew, you sat in the front row with that smug look on your face. Watching my own brother had to endure all the stress of that match single-handedly. It was a show, your own UFC. You made it, and it went perfectly until you heard my music. You got up, your face changed for the worse, and you were upset. Right then, and there. Courage beat fear. If you want to talk about fear, I saw it in your eyes. You lost that right to use fear when you feared the worst happening. Andre broke from his chains, and came after you. Ever since then, we've proved you wrong time, and time again.
It never mattered about if Andre Holmes would listen. It was always about if K.L Henson could make Andre Holmes fall in line. I did what I had to do. I broke the chains of fear, embraced the wings of courage, and soared above the dark clouds of fate. I spread my wings so high, nobody could touch me. When we became the new Tag Team Champions, you lost it. We broke you. The fear went into your ears, and we saw it all. K.L Henson for the first time in his life was consumed by fear, and no longer had the will to even bend it as he saw fit. You knew I was that man to be the one to break you yet no matter how hard I fought, every plan you made was just a roadblock to delay the inevitable. I wanted to see that look of despair, awe, shock, surprise. Everything that told everyone the story. K.L Henson could never control Andre Holmes. What happened? It was time for the master, and his little dog to step up to the two rising hungry wolves who wanted to rip their flesh, and gnaw on their organs. You made the match at Timebomb for a shot at our WCF World Tag Team Championships! Our! Even though you have never stepped into the ring for a while nor have any proof of great tag team chemistry between you, and Mr. Holden. News flash K.L! Having a controlled puppet for a minion does not count as a brother for a formiddable Tag Partner! You may have targeted me during our bout but I targeted Mr. Holden because I knew damn well sure that he was someone to get in the way of me kicking your scrawny ugly pale albino dumb fucking looking ass. I had to do what I had to do. I never meant for Holden to get that injured but my focus was making sure you have NO ONE else as a road block when we face each other at Explosion. Everything that is going on this world is because of ME, and YOU Mano e mano. That's how the gladiators do it, and welcome to the arena. You better run, and hide. The days are finally dawning on you. We beat you at Timebomb, and Holden was the man to suffer. We never meant for him to be put in the hospital, and we never meant for his ass to drop down in the ring being carried out in the stretcher but in this sport, our lives are always on the line. Sure, we go too far but I never meant for him to do. You may not believe me but its the truth. At least have some decency to not lie about it, and I know for a fact that if Holden was alive, he'd be seeing what is going on. You're nothing but a gigantic ass fake who will use anything in his power to join on the bandwagon on making Rebellution look bad when damn sure House of Ophelia pussies are the reason for this company dropping straight down on its head.
He picks up the camera from the tripod, and leans it on his face as his hazel eyes looks red from the passion of a burning vengeance ready to pierce into the soul.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Henson. I'm going to make this perfectly clear. You suspended me, got me arrested, put my own brother in the hospital blaming me for the death of Holden. I never murdered him. You did. You had him on life support, he was still breathing. He was a man who whose soul was stolen from him by you, and you made the choice to end him because he wasn't your friend, he just couldn't do your dirt work. I would NEVER end someone's life if they were still breathing. My own brother is in the hospital because of your obsession to make us look like the bad guys. HE WAS NEVER INVOLVED IN THIS! THIS WAS BETWEEN ME, AND YOU! YOU HURT HIM BECAUSE YOU'RE A SICK TWISTED MOTHERFUCKER WHO WANTS TO TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE WORKED SO HARD IN MY LIFE FOR. JUST LIKE KATHERINE PHOENIX WHO IS DOING HER BEST TO BE THE ONE WHEN SHE DAMN KNOWS I HATE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD! YOU'VE DONE IT HENSON! YOU'VE BROKEN ME! I WENT DOWN ON MY KNEES CRYING AT THE BED SIDE OF MY OWN BROTHER WHO WAS IN A COMA. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ANGRY IN MY LIFE! YOU HEAR ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER?! I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GRAVE BESIDE MR. HOLDEN. I'M GOING TO MURDER NAGASAKI, AND SEND HIS ASS BACK IN A BODYBAG TO JAPAN! I'M GOING TO FINISH OF BENJAMIN ATREYU AT THE TAG TITLE MATCH ON THE 350TH EPISODE OF SLAM!
He stands up, kicking the chair, and table away from him. His breath is heavy, and his eyes have gone mad.
There's a difference between you, and me. You use fear to get what you want. I use courage to invoke fear out of people. This Sunday at Timebomb...it will end. K.L Henson will no longer cease to exist. Everyone you have ever wronged will be watching this man as I am tasked by Jesus Christ himself to bring your ass down to Hell...can you feel it K.L? I can. My foot down your throat, your neck hitting the edge of the apron, smashing you inside the ring over, and over. It will be the end of all the wrong doings, the tortures, the manipulations, the fear. Everything. Rest in peace to Mr. Holden. You're free. You no longer have to live this lifestyle of being a puppet, you can be yourself. As for you K.L Henson. You're still alive. I don't disrespect the dead but I'll insult the fuck out of the living. So when Timebomb comes...expect the worst to happen. I'm bringing Hell on Earth, and I'll show you what fear is. Fear doesn't hide from anyone, and one more thing...
Amazing....grace....
How....sweet....the....sound.
Fin.
