Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 13, 2017 16:47:08 GMT -5
"The Puppeteer pulls the puppet's strings. The puppet pulls the audience's strings. The audience pulls the puppeteer's strings."
The whole world watched him. The whole world saw him turn, they all witnessed him change his ways. They all sat there in awe, their eyes not deceiving them; Andre really pulled the triggered. He created another realm of lies, deceit and hatred last week on Sunday Night Slam in that Trios Championship match. Could you even believe it? This 'honorable' athlete preached about respect and loyalty ever since he arrived in the promotion and it all vanished in the blink of an eye. All those who preached about the inner him, the attempts to expose him became successful. He proved them right but what reason did this man have to turn on everyone who supported him? Could the fans even look him in the eyes? Andre has broken every sacred vow he made to them, his followers, the children who saw him as a role model. He broke their heart, shattered it into pieces. The question is...why? Why did he do it? Why did use CJ Phoenix and Dion Necurat as tools? Why...why...why?
Fire. Candles are burning, light spreads across the small room. Walls are decayed, cracked and Andre sits in the exact center surrounded by a circle of knives, guns, championship belts, merchandise of his own, portraits of his wrestling career, pictures of his ex-wife, current pregnant girlfriend and even his two daughters, Serenity and Athena. Sat in the middle of all these items, he looks up to the camera lens directly in front of him displaying this message sent to the WCF Universe. Hazel eyes piercing through the camera lens, one can feel the burning rage of a man whose had enough of being mistreated and overlooked. No shirt on, just holding a large knife with a black blade in his right hand. Black pants and boots on with his right leg kicked up to support his right arm holding that knife. A sinister smirks stretched from ear to ear.
Don't ask me why I did it. Ask me why this didn't happen sooner. I really thought the answer would be clear from my statement on Sunday Night Slam but even my own 'fans' cannot grasp the message. I've been a Professional Wrestler for over fourteen years now and I have never felt so disrespected in a company like this. I've dominated in every promotion I was including the WCF but now this company has the nerve to slap me in the face when it didn't heave to my demands of the Hardcore Championship. Ever since my return, they've thrown me to the side saying I will have my chance soon but we all know that is Seth Lerch saying I should wait because new talent need their time. The new talent need their time? Their time is already up the moment everyone before Mexico returned. Now everything is returning the way it should be and this "new generation" wants to end. Although they have some help from the untalented such as Thomas Uriel Bates, Dag Riddik or Lilith. It doesn't change the fact Andre Holmes isn't getting what he rightfully deserves.
I had a choice: Stick with the status quo or change. Option two was simple. Even the word was more simpler to say than option one, I stuck with the status quo for so long in this promotion and it's gotten me nowhere. I learned that after Seth shredded my contract in Mexico. Before that, I was Tag Team Champion and Hardcore Champion because I was expendable. I mean't nothing to Seth more than earning ratings and pleasing the fans but after witnessing what some of the best do, if you can't beat em', join em'. No longer will Andre Holmes suffer doing a job for his boss who would probably throw him out the first chance he gets. I wanted to leave a mark on this company my way so if I have to lie, steal, cheat, backstab and even kill to become WCF World Champion? Believe me when I say I will do it in a hot second; I am sick of being the guy in line, waiting for an opportunity when I know I can kill the champion. Oh, that's to you Crazy J. Word of advice? Stop ducking, only pussies do that.
The stage was set. The Trios Championship Match was the perfect opportunity to expose the real me, the terrible cutthroat Andre Holmes. I had a meeting with Johnny Rabid and he laid the idea down to the rest. Within a heartbeat, they agreed. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to knock Dion and CJ back into their rightful positions. How gullible do you think I am? I beat BOTH men in a New Years Bash Qualifier and my reward is being stuck with them in a Trios Championship match? We know damn well that you were just feeding us to #BeachKrew in order to make them look good but I wasn't going to roll over and play dead for your games. No, Andre Holmes has to shine one way or another even if meant taking out his partners. Come to think of it, they were never my partners in the first place. I never liked any of them. A Brotherhood member who managed to buy a home and a former Alpha Champion who couldn't live up to his promise.
Why? I was fed up. The disrespect in this promotion is at an all time high. I can ignore the racism from Lilith, Dag Riddik and Zero Tolerance. We all know they could never own up to the level of talent I have. My entire career of achievements outshines everything they've done in life. Until they can achieve even a Hall of Fame, they won't say shit. I was disrespected by the WCF fans thinking that I needed to remain in the mid card when I produce main event performances every time. Don't disrespect my talent. That's all I asked and they failed. The consequences are not on my actions but theirs. They failed me and now they must reap what they sow. It's just unfortunate that Friday the 13th came exactly at the time the demon would be released. XIII, Corey Black immediately called my phone. The Age of Ultron match will NOT be denied this time, I will have my vengeance and I will extract my will and dominion over all unfortunate souls who were chosen to be in the slaughterhouse. Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix, John Gable.
Andre's eyes turned away from the camera and into the pictures of him and his daughters. All lined up to the outer ring of his circle as he spun the handle of the knife around his fingers. He chuckled then shrugged his shoulders.
One day they'll understand. We all have to make sacrifices for the better. I sacrificed CJ and Dion not once but twice in order to restore my credibility and sway all false hope that I was going to be thrown into the common lands for idiots. See, when you're in need to become better than you are, you have to take a leap of faith and stick with it. In layman's terms, I had to show all the fucking blind tards that I wasn't going to be like CJ and Dion. I wasn't going to join another group to stay relevant again or be led by an arrogant asshole who thinks he can control minds just because he calls himself a cult leader. I wasn't going to win a championship than lose it four weeks as I soon as I open my mouth or even come back to do absolutely nothing but lose to Meryl Streep off the Golden Globes.
That's wasn't me.
I'm better than that.
I know deep in my heart I am the King, I am the God and I am the man pulling all the strings. Strings I hold tightly in the palm of my hands having all those tied to it dancing how I see fit. Words cultivating like control commands to easily programmable machines I built from the CPU to the hardware. They needed to know who they were dealing with and it wasn't some pushover. It was someone who follows what he was always called from the beginning of time.
Relentless.
Serenity, Athena. I know you may be disgusted by my actions but it's for the better my children. I have to do what I can to give you the best life, the best chance, the food on the table, a great home. The life you live is what many people can't afford (Dion) and the luxuries you have are because what I do in this business. One day you'll understand a parent's intuition and determination to do everything for their own flesh and blood. I love you with all my heart so I beg, just be patient with me.
He bobbed his head a little then rubbed his neck. Andre stared right back into the camera lens licking the knife. How he kept fiddling the tip of the blade on his fingers was satisfying, pleasurable. It almost made him bust a nut but he had a mission still. The Age of Ultron match.
Allow me to indulge you on what the Age of Ultron match is. The Age of Ultron match is my sacrificial chamber where I take victims who have absolutely zero chances of defeating the man pulling the strings. A cage will be suspended over the wrong containing weapons the fans will choose for me to extract my sadistic urge of abuse and mutilation on anyone who is stupid to be in my path. I chose this match because I knew it would be another way for people to understand that I am too damn good at pulling the strings and choking the puppets with it. You all thought I would be at XIII, my own debut a typical boring old plain match, you don't know me at all? Hate to say but I can be an attention whore at best. Hell, probably why my ex-wife can't stand me when I go out, all the attention has to be on me. I fuckin' love it!
Sorry, I went off into my own train of thought. Allow me to stay on topic.
The first ever Age of Ultron Match will only be a XIII exclusive. That canvas is too good for it be painted on and what better paint than the blood of my enemies to build the perfect picture. Understand everyone, I'm not here to play games, I'm here to create it. I'm here to plant the seeds and watch my crops grow to poison all who devour the seeds. Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix and John Gable will all be the first victims to choke on my greatness. I want them to bleed, I want them to shed skin and I want them to suffer every step of the way. Pints of blood will be sold in jars for all unfortunate children on the black market, body parts donated to science and Andre Holmes will be seen as the savior of lost souls who were never purposed to be in his presence. Fuck my opponents, fuck them all. I am the true wrestler in this match and they can never deny that.
Hide. Run. Make peace with whatever demons you have. I promise you on the life of my two daughters, you will never be the same after this match. I will continue to dominate and destroy all who dare oppose me. It's in my blood, it's in my destiny to eradicate my enemies. My history do not lie and I always close my contracts. This match is going to end three careers in one night. I promise you and I never break my promises. Dion, CJ, John. Don't keep me waiting.
I'm a very impatient man.
Fire. Candles are burning, light spreads across the small room. Walls are decayed, cracked and Andre sits in the exact center surrounded by a circle of knives, guns, championship belts, merchandise of his own, portraits of his wrestling career, pictures of his ex-wife, current pregnant girlfriend and even his two daughters, Serenity and Athena. Sat in the middle of all these items, he looks up to the camera lens directly in front of him displaying this message sent to the WCF Universe. Hazel eyes piercing through the camera lens, one can feel the burning rage of a man whose had enough of being mistreated and overlooked. No shirt on, just holding a large knife with a black blade in his right hand. Black pants and boots on with his right leg kicked up to support his right arm holding that knife. A sinister smirks stretched from ear to ear.
Don't ask me why I did it. Ask me why this didn't happen sooner. I really thought the answer would be clear from my statement on Sunday Night Slam but even my own 'fans' cannot grasp the message. I've been a Professional Wrestler for over fourteen years now and I have never felt so disrespected in a company like this. I've dominated in every promotion I was including the WCF but now this company has the nerve to slap me in the face when it didn't heave to my demands of the Hardcore Championship. Ever since my return, they've thrown me to the side saying I will have my chance soon but we all know that is Seth Lerch saying I should wait because new talent need their time. The new talent need their time? Their time is already up the moment everyone before Mexico returned. Now everything is returning the way it should be and this "new generation" wants to end. Although they have some help from the untalented such as Thomas Uriel Bates, Dag Riddik or Lilith. It doesn't change the fact Andre Holmes isn't getting what he rightfully deserves.
I had a choice: Stick with the status quo or change. Option two was simple. Even the word was more simpler to say than option one, I stuck with the status quo for so long in this promotion and it's gotten me nowhere. I learned that after Seth shredded my contract in Mexico. Before that, I was Tag Team Champion and Hardcore Champion because I was expendable. I mean't nothing to Seth more than earning ratings and pleasing the fans but after witnessing what some of the best do, if you can't beat em', join em'. No longer will Andre Holmes suffer doing a job for his boss who would probably throw him out the first chance he gets. I wanted to leave a mark on this company my way so if I have to lie, steal, cheat, backstab and even kill to become WCF World Champion? Believe me when I say I will do it in a hot second; I am sick of being the guy in line, waiting for an opportunity when I know I can kill the champion. Oh, that's to you Crazy J. Word of advice? Stop ducking, only pussies do that.
The stage was set. The Trios Championship Match was the perfect opportunity to expose the real me, the terrible cutthroat Andre Holmes. I had a meeting with Johnny Rabid and he laid the idea down to the rest. Within a heartbeat, they agreed. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to knock Dion and CJ back into their rightful positions. How gullible do you think I am? I beat BOTH men in a New Years Bash Qualifier and my reward is being stuck with them in a Trios Championship match? We know damn well that you were just feeding us to #BeachKrew in order to make them look good but I wasn't going to roll over and play dead for your games. No, Andre Holmes has to shine one way or another even if meant taking out his partners. Come to think of it, they were never my partners in the first place. I never liked any of them. A Brotherhood member who managed to buy a home and a former Alpha Champion who couldn't live up to his promise.
Why? I was fed up. The disrespect in this promotion is at an all time high. I can ignore the racism from Lilith, Dag Riddik and Zero Tolerance. We all know they could never own up to the level of talent I have. My entire career of achievements outshines everything they've done in life. Until they can achieve even a Hall of Fame, they won't say shit. I was disrespected by the WCF fans thinking that I needed to remain in the mid card when I produce main event performances every time. Don't disrespect my talent. That's all I asked and they failed. The consequences are not on my actions but theirs. They failed me and now they must reap what they sow. It's just unfortunate that Friday the 13th came exactly at the time the demon would be released. XIII, Corey Black immediately called my phone. The Age of Ultron match will NOT be denied this time, I will have my vengeance and I will extract my will and dominion over all unfortunate souls who were chosen to be in the slaughterhouse. Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix, John Gable.
Andre's eyes turned away from the camera and into the pictures of him and his daughters. All lined up to the outer ring of his circle as he spun the handle of the knife around his fingers. He chuckled then shrugged his shoulders.
One day they'll understand. We all have to make sacrifices for the better. I sacrificed CJ and Dion not once but twice in order to restore my credibility and sway all false hope that I was going to be thrown into the common lands for idiots. See, when you're in need to become better than you are, you have to take a leap of faith and stick with it. In layman's terms, I had to show all the fucking blind tards that I wasn't going to be like CJ and Dion. I wasn't going to join another group to stay relevant again or be led by an arrogant asshole who thinks he can control minds just because he calls himself a cult leader. I wasn't going to win a championship than lose it four weeks as I soon as I open my mouth or even come back to do absolutely nothing but lose to Meryl Streep off the Golden Globes.
That's wasn't me.
I'm better than that.
I know deep in my heart I am the King, I am the God and I am the man pulling all the strings. Strings I hold tightly in the palm of my hands having all those tied to it dancing how I see fit. Words cultivating like control commands to easily programmable machines I built from the CPU to the hardware. They needed to know who they were dealing with and it wasn't some pushover. It was someone who follows what he was always called from the beginning of time.
Relentless.
Serenity, Athena. I know you may be disgusted by my actions but it's for the better my children. I have to do what I can to give you the best life, the best chance, the food on the table, a great home. The life you live is what many people can't afford (Dion) and the luxuries you have are because what I do in this business. One day you'll understand a parent's intuition and determination to do everything for their own flesh and blood. I love you with all my heart so I beg, just be patient with me.
He bobbed his head a little then rubbed his neck. Andre stared right back into the camera lens licking the knife. How he kept fiddling the tip of the blade on his fingers was satisfying, pleasurable. It almost made him bust a nut but he had a mission still. The Age of Ultron match.
Allow me to indulge you on what the Age of Ultron match is. The Age of Ultron match is my sacrificial chamber where I take victims who have absolutely zero chances of defeating the man pulling the strings. A cage will be suspended over the wrong containing weapons the fans will choose for me to extract my sadistic urge of abuse and mutilation on anyone who is stupid to be in my path. I chose this match because I knew it would be another way for people to understand that I am too damn good at pulling the strings and choking the puppets with it. You all thought I would be at XIII, my own debut a typical boring old plain match, you don't know me at all? Hate to say but I can be an attention whore at best. Hell, probably why my ex-wife can't stand me when I go out, all the attention has to be on me. I fuckin' love it!
Sorry, I went off into my own train of thought. Allow me to stay on topic.
The first ever Age of Ultron Match will only be a XIII exclusive. That canvas is too good for it be painted on and what better paint than the blood of my enemies to build the perfect picture. Understand everyone, I'm not here to play games, I'm here to create it. I'm here to plant the seeds and watch my crops grow to poison all who devour the seeds. Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix and John Gable will all be the first victims to choke on my greatness. I want them to bleed, I want them to shed skin and I want them to suffer every step of the way. Pints of blood will be sold in jars for all unfortunate children on the black market, body parts donated to science and Andre Holmes will be seen as the savior of lost souls who were never purposed to be in his presence. Fuck my opponents, fuck them all. I am the true wrestler in this match and they can never deny that.
Hide. Run. Make peace with whatever demons you have. I promise you on the life of my two daughters, you will never be the same after this match. I will continue to dominate and destroy all who dare oppose me. It's in my blood, it's in my destiny to eradicate my enemies. My history do not lie and I always close my contracts. This match is going to end three careers in one night. I promise you and I never break my promises. Dion, CJ, John. Don't keep me waiting.
I'm a very impatient man.
CONFUSION.
DEJA VU.
REACTION.
DOUBLE KILL.
What will they say? It all happened so fast? Was their eyes slow to realize what happened? Andre stood in that very ring cursing, throwing up the birds and slaying men the crowd loved. He was inside that very WCF ring destroying what many people thought to be his friends. He turned his back on them, left them dead for the crowd to get their pickings. It was a murder of the old Andre, the weak Andre, the failure who was following orders without question. A mind is such a terrible thing to waste, leaving it dry for anyone to easily manipulate. In his early career, he was nothing more than a young rookie who was a great champion but a weak personality at best. Getting manipulated by those of Rebellution, #BeachKrew and even Katherine Phoenix herself. He never wanted to go back to them and watch them fade more into his life poisoning it with their minds and false images. He wanted to become his own man, Andre wanted to be that shining beacon leading all who were behind him to the end of tunnel...even if it meant getting blood on his hands.
Andre Holmes: Out of the way!
The staff backstage had two choices: move or be pummeled. Andre was storming through the hallways backstage smacking items off furniture of throwing furniture. His vigorous ways was never enough to be contained inside the ring that the backstage area also had to suffer. Multiple staff members were shuffling out of his way or hiding out of caution. After all, Andre was yelling at the top of his lungs ranting about what happened in the match. It felt good to finally turn away from the fans, follow his own path, listen to himself and himself alone. No more looking over the shoulder to see if his "friends" from Rebellution would be in trouble or having to worry about keeping a good image for all the children at home watching. It was his time to branch out into the WCF world on his own and do things his way no matter who loved or hated him.
Andre Holmes: Move!
An unlucky worker was shoved over a table. The poor skinny white dude was only working production who didn't listen to the warnings. Andre grabbed him by the collar and launched him to fly into the table directly. Body ricocheting off the furniture with items thrown everywhere leaving him in the dust; neighbors to the accident rushed in to check on his condition while Andre slammed the door shut in his locker room. He sat down on the wooden bench leaning back against the cold steel locker of his, feet dragged against the green carpeted floor. The lights above him shining brightly over his chocolate sweaty skin on his face as he was cooling down from such an incredible match. It's not everyday one has to face #BeachKrew but he wouldn't go out looking like a little bitch in front of them.
Andre Holmes: Really? Now you're gonna call?
He said after his phone started ringing inside his locker. Andre ignored it and already started packing for his trip to Minneapolis, Minnesota for the legendary annual Pay-Per-View, XIII. His impact on Slam was already enough for his pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn, questioning his actions. For so long he's been portrayed as this hero even though he already knew he was no hero. He never understood the classification of good guy or bad guy, Andre always viewed himself as a man who wants to be the best by any means necessary. Already dressed in full Reebok gear, he kicked the door open dragging his luggage along with him having everything he needed. A few minutes later and he was in the garage of the arena still ignoring her phone calls as he popped the hood of the rented 2017 Lexus Black RX 350 and tossed his luggage behind. Andre got in the driver's seat, started the car then took off on his way back to the hotel. Finally, Kaitlyn's call came up on the dashboard and he answered it.
Andre Holmes: Yeah?
Kaitlyn Curran: What the fuck was that?!
Andre Holmes: What was the fuck was what?
Kaitlyn Curran: What the fuck was that?! What the hell were you thinking, do you have any idea how Serenity and Athena will think watching that? You just turned on your friends!
Andre Holmes: They're not my friends. They're people who held me back so I got rid of them. Dead weight removed.
Kaitlyn Curran: So what are you saying? When the going gets tough, you stab the people in the back who are on your si-
Andre Holmes: I didn't stab them in the back. In order for that to happen, there had to be trust. I never trusted CJ nor Dion and I was stuck in a match with them on my team. From the get go, we were going to lose so why not just take care of the problem and ensure I wouldn't fall back in line? I didn't do anything wrong here, I'm doing this so you all can get to eat at home.
Kaitlyn Curran: Excuse me?!
Andre Holmes: Oh god, here we go.
Kaitlyn Curran: You stupid motherfucker, I will...
He pressed his right thumb on the volume control of the call, immediately muting her after she went on a rampage of words. Andre leaned his left elbow on the window panel then leaned his cheek on his open palm. He still had control of the driver's wheel driving through moderate traffic on the highway from the stadium. It took twenty minutes to go back to his hotel but that didn't concern him. Andre knew very well that this sudden "turn" would have everyone freaking out, leaving them confused or the obvious outcome, very angry at his decision. When one puts their faith in their role model and they change their ways for the worst, they can only react in the worst way possible. Kaitlyn...well...cursing off Andre as usual. He pressed his right thumb again on the volume control on the steering wheel, increasing the volume to hear Kaitlyn reach the end of her rant.
Kaitlyn Curran: You ever do this shit again, you won't come back home! You hear me?!
Andre Holmes: Yes, I hear you babe. Just bear with me, I know what I'm doing. Trust me okay?
Kaitlyn Curran: You better.
The call ended right there as he switched into the HOV lane. Andre leaned back his head then rolled his eyes, groaning after being ranted to death. Kaitlyn didn't know that these changes are for long term planning. To better the family, a father has to make certain decisions he knows are right and if those decisions are going against what the fans want in order to get more in his pockets, so be it. Although the people close to him would be in opposition, Andre knew it would take time for them to adjust to such an abrupt situation. Of course you would never be happy about your sister converting to Buddhaism if you're family is Pro Christianity. It's all about time, and time heals all wounds.
Andre Holmes: Help me Jesus, this gon' be a hell of a time.
Andre got off the exit and was five minutes away from the hotel. His match was pretty gruesome but the end was all that mattered. Thirteen was the next top, his ticket to redemption and to unveil this new direction of his. This match wasn't just a match, it was an eye opener for all those who thought Andre would be stick in the mid card. This match is his definition of proving that this change he is making would not be for the faint of heart. All decisions regarding this one would pay off for the better; however, he couldn't say the same for his opponents. The information was already posted, already brought to him on who exactly he would be facing. Just a shame that CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and John Gable would all happened to get wind up in his path of destruction. Nothing personal, it was just business. Andre never had any personal beef with the men but if you were to ask them, the answer would be entirely different. Never a man to show respect to people he know he could beat.
XIII. His game plan was simple. Walk in, destroy, mutilate, kill, whatever a sick minded person would. Leave with his entire body drenched in their blood then move on to regain his Hardcore Championship. As a matter of fact, he even thought of sending heads to Crazy J's door in an attempt to fuck with his mind. Let him know that whoever is his opponent with Hardcore rules on the line, the ending does not bode well for their spirits. Andre chose Age of Ultron not for entertainment, he chose it for sanctification. Blood.
Andre Holmes: Out of the way!
The staff backstage had two choices: move or be pummeled. Andre was storming through the hallways backstage smacking items off furniture of throwing furniture. His vigorous ways was never enough to be contained inside the ring that the backstage area also had to suffer. Multiple staff members were shuffling out of his way or hiding out of caution. After all, Andre was yelling at the top of his lungs ranting about what happened in the match. It felt good to finally turn away from the fans, follow his own path, listen to himself and himself alone. No more looking over the shoulder to see if his "friends" from Rebellution would be in trouble or having to worry about keeping a good image for all the children at home watching. It was his time to branch out into the WCF world on his own and do things his way no matter who loved or hated him.
Andre Holmes: Move!
An unlucky worker was shoved over a table. The poor skinny white dude was only working production who didn't listen to the warnings. Andre grabbed him by the collar and launched him to fly into the table directly. Body ricocheting off the furniture with items thrown everywhere leaving him in the dust; neighbors to the accident rushed in to check on his condition while Andre slammed the door shut in his locker room. He sat down on the wooden bench leaning back against the cold steel locker of his, feet dragged against the green carpeted floor. The lights above him shining brightly over his chocolate sweaty skin on his face as he was cooling down from such an incredible match. It's not everyday one has to face #BeachKrew but he wouldn't go out looking like a little bitch in front of them.
Andre Holmes: Really? Now you're gonna call?
He said after his phone started ringing inside his locker. Andre ignored it and already started packing for his trip to Minneapolis, Minnesota for the legendary annual Pay-Per-View, XIII. His impact on Slam was already enough for his pregnant girlfriend, Kaitlyn, questioning his actions. For so long he's been portrayed as this hero even though he already knew he was no hero. He never understood the classification of good guy or bad guy, Andre always viewed himself as a man who wants to be the best by any means necessary. Already dressed in full Reebok gear, he kicked the door open dragging his luggage along with him having everything he needed. A few minutes later and he was in the garage of the arena still ignoring her phone calls as he popped the hood of the rented 2017 Lexus Black RX 350 and tossed his luggage behind. Andre got in the driver's seat, started the car then took off on his way back to the hotel. Finally, Kaitlyn's call came up on the dashboard and he answered it.
Andre Holmes: Yeah?
Kaitlyn Curran: What the fuck was that?!
Andre Holmes: What was the fuck was what?
Kaitlyn Curran: What the fuck was that?! What the hell were you thinking, do you have any idea how Serenity and Athena will think watching that? You just turned on your friends!
Andre Holmes: They're not my friends. They're people who held me back so I got rid of them. Dead weight removed.
Kaitlyn Curran: So what are you saying? When the going gets tough, you stab the people in the back who are on your si-
Andre Holmes: I didn't stab them in the back. In order for that to happen, there had to be trust. I never trusted CJ nor Dion and I was stuck in a match with them on my team. From the get go, we were going to lose so why not just take care of the problem and ensure I wouldn't fall back in line? I didn't do anything wrong here, I'm doing this so you all can get to eat at home.
Kaitlyn Curran: Excuse me?!
Andre Holmes: Oh god, here we go.
Kaitlyn Curran: You stupid motherfucker, I will...
He pressed his right thumb on the volume control of the call, immediately muting her after she went on a rampage of words. Andre leaned his left elbow on the window panel then leaned his cheek on his open palm. He still had control of the driver's wheel driving through moderate traffic on the highway from the stadium. It took twenty minutes to go back to his hotel but that didn't concern him. Andre knew very well that this sudden "turn" would have everyone freaking out, leaving them confused or the obvious outcome, very angry at his decision. When one puts their faith in their role model and they change their ways for the worst, they can only react in the worst way possible. Kaitlyn...well...cursing off Andre as usual. He pressed his right thumb again on the volume control on the steering wheel, increasing the volume to hear Kaitlyn reach the end of her rant.
Kaitlyn Curran: You ever do this shit again, you won't come back home! You hear me?!
Andre Holmes: Yes, I hear you babe. Just bear with me, I know what I'm doing. Trust me okay?
Kaitlyn Curran: You better.
The call ended right there as he switched into the HOV lane. Andre leaned back his head then rolled his eyes, groaning after being ranted to death. Kaitlyn didn't know that these changes are for long term planning. To better the family, a father has to make certain decisions he knows are right and if those decisions are going against what the fans want in order to get more in his pockets, so be it. Although the people close to him would be in opposition, Andre knew it would take time for them to adjust to such an abrupt situation. Of course you would never be happy about your sister converting to Buddhaism if you're family is Pro Christianity. It's all about time, and time heals all wounds.
Andre Holmes: Help me Jesus, this gon' be a hell of a time.
Andre got off the exit and was five minutes away from the hotel. His match was pretty gruesome but the end was all that mattered. Thirteen was the next top, his ticket to redemption and to unveil this new direction of his. This match wasn't just a match, it was an eye opener for all those who thought Andre would be stick in the mid card. This match is his definition of proving that this change he is making would not be for the faint of heart. All decisions regarding this one would pay off for the better; however, he couldn't say the same for his opponents. The information was already posted, already brought to him on who exactly he would be facing. Just a shame that CJ Phoenix, Dion Necurat and John Gable would all happened to get wind up in his path of destruction. Nothing personal, it was just business. Andre never had any personal beef with the men but if you were to ask them, the answer would be entirely different. Never a man to show respect to people he know he could beat.
XIII. His game plan was simple. Walk in, destroy, mutilate, kill, whatever a sick minded person would. Leave with his entire body drenched in their blood then move on to regain his Hardcore Championship. As a matter of fact, he even thought of sending heads to Crazy J's door in an attempt to fuck with his mind. Let him know that whoever is his opponent with Hardcore rules on the line, the ending does not bode well for their spirits. Andre chose Age of Ultron not for entertainment, he chose it for sanctification. Blood.
DEJA VU.
Apparently Dion, you didn't learn your lesson the first or second time. I thought my foot into your skull twice would implant the message that no matter what you do and no matter where you go, you can never ever come back from the beatings, the humiliation I left you behind. I walked away as you were being helped by the referees, the staff, the EMT's and I looked over my shoulder for that one picture of you down your back. How did my foot feel after I Roundhouse Kicked you in the jaw when you never expected it? All three of us in a stand off against the Trios Champions, #BeachKrew. It was a perfect picture moment, no? I wish I didn't have to spoil it but what kind of guy I didn't? That was your greatest moment in your WCF career, teaming with me against #BeachKrew for the WCF Trios Championships and look where that has gotten you. Nothing but nightmares of how you failed the Brotherhood over and over again. You're a recurring theme of weakness, vulnerability, humiliation, embarrassment and more pathetically, useless talent with no chance of ever being great again. Fuckin' pathetic honestly.
How many times are we going to do this?
Wasn't the last two times bad enough?
Honestly Dion. It's okay to be upset. A guy you thought you could trust fuckin' kicks you in the cheek and leaves you to die shredded by the wolves. I would be too but that is the way of life. I saw an opportunity and took it. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time and suffered for my sins; The bad always happens to the innocents. Harsh reality but wake up, that's the world we live in today where you have to step on one's toes and use them as a stepping stone. People use each other to get what they want and where they are now as I'm going to use you in this Age of Ultron match to prove Andre Holmes has never left the WCF Building. I'm just too busy getting used to all the bullshit being multiplied by ten.
What can you do? Fight. Fight Dion. Carry on the legacy of the Brotherhood and fight me. Run back to your bitch of a leader, Kevin Bishop, get your orders and then seek me inside that ring. That burning fury raging in your stomach has been inspired by yours truly. Use it Dion, embrace the pain and then realize all that has been for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! I don't give a shit about how you feel nor do I care what the Brotherhood thinks. I used you, I took advantage of you and I made you my bitch inside the ring on TWO different occasions. After this match, it will be three. THIRD TIMES THE CHARM. I'm going to enjoy making you my bitch and watching you cry back to the Brotherhood for protection. Let them know I did it.
Go back to Kevin and tell him all that had happened. Tell him what happened inside that ring and let him come find me. The Brotherhood will be there for one another right? You guys carry on together, stand stranger and brothers right? Bring them all to XIII and let them watch the Age of Ultron match where I bash your head inside the ring with any weapon at my disposal. It's me who proves exactly who is the best in this match and it's me who can show all in this entire world that Andre Holmes can let you live or let you die. I don't find you a threat at all much more than I find CJ and Phoenix. You're the bottom of the barrel, the trash of this match and I'm good at disposing trash.
Weakness. Weakness was always your best trait and weakness has always been your greatest strength. In this match, it's all about who are strong enough to survive on their own? You do not fit into that category and you never will. I used to be like you: joining a group thinking I am one of their own until I realized I was soaring to greater height more than my own team was. I hope you get to experience what I did. Learn from me, I can teach you everything you need to be the best in the world. We both know the Brotherhood can't help you; you're just a means to an end. Expendable chess piece on the board. Better yet, another pawn being sacrificed on the first move. Damn Dion, you're not even a Knight or a Rook; All this will mean nothing to me but for you, it's probably another chance at getting your hands on me. First thing about revenge, make sure you know who to do it with.
Three times Dion. You will try and fail.
XIII will be the venue, YOUR venue, and it will be marvelous. Dion in his home arena fallen to Andre Holmes yet again. The people once again watching him get embarrassed and losing all faith they had in him. They will turn their eyes onto me, their faith now placed in a new vessel, a permanent vessel. I will not let them down because I do not rely on them for strength. I only rely on myself and the love of my family. What do you need to do? Forsake all you know, let all hope fade away from your body. You won't need it, it's hopeless. The Age of Ultron match is my creation and that creation will be birthed in your home arena. The fitting place to spray all parasites and leave poison to the hosts. Dion. I am coming for your head and this time, it won't be given back. You're not a Hydra. You don't grow another head, you'll be dead.
Carry on Dion.
Carry on in death.
Carry on in yet another loss to Andre Holmes.
How many times are we going to do this?
Wasn't the last two times bad enough?
Honestly Dion. It's okay to be upset. A guy you thought you could trust fuckin' kicks you in the cheek and leaves you to die shredded by the wolves. I would be too but that is the way of life. I saw an opportunity and took it. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time and suffered for my sins; The bad always happens to the innocents. Harsh reality but wake up, that's the world we live in today where you have to step on one's toes and use them as a stepping stone. People use each other to get what they want and where they are now as I'm going to use you in this Age of Ultron match to prove Andre Holmes has never left the WCF Building. I'm just too busy getting used to all the bullshit being multiplied by ten.
What can you do? Fight. Fight Dion. Carry on the legacy of the Brotherhood and fight me. Run back to your bitch of a leader, Kevin Bishop, get your orders and then seek me inside that ring. That burning fury raging in your stomach has been inspired by yours truly. Use it Dion, embrace the pain and then realize all that has been for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! I don't give a shit about how you feel nor do I care what the Brotherhood thinks. I used you, I took advantage of you and I made you my bitch inside the ring on TWO different occasions. After this match, it will be three. THIRD TIMES THE CHARM. I'm going to enjoy making you my bitch and watching you cry back to the Brotherhood for protection. Let them know I did it.
Go back to Kevin and tell him all that had happened. Tell him what happened inside that ring and let him come find me. The Brotherhood will be there for one another right? You guys carry on together, stand stranger and brothers right? Bring them all to XIII and let them watch the Age of Ultron match where I bash your head inside the ring with any weapon at my disposal. It's me who proves exactly who is the best in this match and it's me who can show all in this entire world that Andre Holmes can let you live or let you die. I don't find you a threat at all much more than I find CJ and Phoenix. You're the bottom of the barrel, the trash of this match and I'm good at disposing trash.
Weakness. Weakness was always your best trait and weakness has always been your greatest strength. In this match, it's all about who are strong enough to survive on their own? You do not fit into that category and you never will. I used to be like you: joining a group thinking I am one of their own until I realized I was soaring to greater height more than my own team was. I hope you get to experience what I did. Learn from me, I can teach you everything you need to be the best in the world. We both know the Brotherhood can't help you; you're just a means to an end. Expendable chess piece on the board. Better yet, another pawn being sacrificed on the first move. Damn Dion, you're not even a Knight or a Rook; All this will mean nothing to me but for you, it's probably another chance at getting your hands on me. First thing about revenge, make sure you know who to do it with.
Three times Dion. You will try and fail.
XIII will be the venue, YOUR venue, and it will be marvelous. Dion in his home arena fallen to Andre Holmes yet again. The people once again watching him get embarrassed and losing all faith they had in him. They will turn their eyes onto me, their faith now placed in a new vessel, a permanent vessel. I will not let them down because I do not rely on them for strength. I only rely on myself and the love of my family. What do you need to do? Forsake all you know, let all hope fade away from your body. You won't need it, it's hopeless. The Age of Ultron match is my creation and that creation will be birthed in your home arena. The fitting place to spray all parasites and leave poison to the hosts. Dion. I am coming for your head and this time, it won't be given back. You're not a Hydra. You don't grow another head, you'll be dead.
Carry on Dion.
Carry on in death.
Carry on in yet another loss to Andre Holmes.
REACTION.
Minneapolis, Minnesota. Seven o clock in the night and he was booked in a luxurious suite for the following week at the Hilton Hotel. Andre was on the King Sized bed covered in green sheets and blue pillows leaned back against the bed rest. Sinking deep into the soft and comfortable mattress, thoughts were running through his mind like crazy. He couldn't stop thinking about what Samantha said to him back in Philadelphia, she was pregnant with his child? It couldn't be true and there's no way she would hide the truth from him especially about a pregnancy. It was just not like her. Andre continued to stare into the hanging chandelier, the decorated ceiling while the clock kept ticking on the bed side. Feet crossed over each other, he looked outside the window panels to the beautiful of Minneapolis. The stars were never in the sky, the stars were right there in the city lights.
Andre Holmes: I should call her...
He whispered to himself. Hands behind his head and buried his weight into the pillow. Andre picked up his Galaxy S7 right beside him and slid this thumb down after entering into his contacts. He stopped right at Samantha's name then pressed his thumb against the screen to get to her number. Before he called her, Andre thought about the consequences. The last time they got together was in Chicago for the UCI events and he cheated on Kaitlyn on multiple occassions. He still had feelings for her so what if those feelings come back? It's been so long ever since they met each other besides from Philadelphia and Andre has been spending time with Kaitlyn at home much more often especially with twins on the way. He took one long deep breath then pressed call next to her number. The phone started ringing after he put it on speaker and his eyes are closed while whispering "please don't answer".
Samantha Pryor: Hello?
Dammit! Andre slammed his head against the bed rest pretty hard then sat up rubbing the back of his head.
Andre Holmes: Ow! Argh...hey Sam.
Samantha Pryor: Hey Andre. I never expected you to call. How is everything?
Andre Holmes: Terrible.
He threw himself back to rest on the rugged and crumpled sheets. The phone lying down on his chest along with his hands behind his head again. Andre sighed and Samantha seemed concerned.
Samantha Pryor: Why do you say that?
Andre Holmes: I don't know how to deal with this pregnancy thing. Honestly, this is a lot take in. Now you're pregnant, I have twins on the way-
Samantha Pryor: Twins?
Andre Holmes: Oops.
Samantha Pryor: What do you mean twins on the way? Andre...is she pregnant?
Ah shit. This did not go as he wanted to, Andre slammed his head again on accident to spilling the bad news. He sat up again and rubbed the back of his head while Samantha started raising her voice in reaction to the news heard. From her perspective, she never wanted Andre to be with her because she would be the step mom to her children. It destroyed Samantha that Kaitlyn would be living in her home, sleeping in the same bed she was with her ex-husband but now she's also being apart of the family with her own? She resented it, she hated it. Samanth couldn't control that anger boiling deep inside her bowels and all Andre could was push through the shit storm coming his way. Don't worry, Andre was always used to women screaming at him for many different stupid reasons.
Samantha Pryor: HOW COULD YOU GET HER PREGNANT?! HOW ANDRE?!
Andre Holmes: Well from someone who had two kid with me, I honestly thought you would know. We put the penis in the vagina then-
Samantha Pryor: Don't get smart with me! When were you going to tell me Andre, huh? Are you happy now that you actually managed to leave me behind? You didn't even wait a month before going out in the world when it took me nearly an entire year. You never cared about me and now I'm pregnant with your child along her? I'm not in any competition with that little bitch of yours. You better make a decision soon and it better be me! Good fucking bye!
Andre couldn't believe what he just heard. Why is that he's always in the middle of a love affair with women? Isn't one enough or maybe it's just his natural destiny to be stuck with crazy women who are obsessively compelled to be the only in his life. On the other hand, now he's stuck with making another tough decision in his life. Yes, he loves Kaitlyn but Samantha, his ex-wife, is now pregnant without Kaitlyn knowing it all and knowing Samantha, she will do whatever it takes to get her out of his life. She wanted everything to be okay between them and her alcoholic past ruined it. Something that she can never take back but the future can maybe patch things up for the better. Andre lied on the bed wondering what to do now. He continued looking out to the city where XIII was about to go down and decided that some fresh air could help.
Andre Holmes: Oh father Jesus, help me. You know what? I need to go out and just have a night to myself. Party!
Minnesota is the home of XIII. Why not take the time to enjoy the nightlife of the city? Andre got up from the bed and immediately went into the bathroom for a long shower. Hot steam relaxing the body and hot water easing down the pain from last week. It felt nice to just simmer down in a soothing steamy shower especially with all the stress and tension in his career combined with the hailstorm occurring in his personal life. Kaitlyn, Samantha, the kids and even the same people from the WCF digging their noses into his business just to mess with him. Samantha now, she's not really helping him.
History always repeats itself. Samantha causing uproars in his life. First the drinking and now the pregnancy. It's becoming a recurring theme; Samantha Pryor the one person to always ruin a good moment in his life. The tap turned off and the shower was off; Andre slid the door open to walk out of the shower then took a step behind the sink for that good glimpse in the mirror. He rubbed his beard, looked directly into his own eyes and thought of XIII. Dion, CJ and Gable are all very strong athletes in the ring but they were no Andre Holmes. This Relentless warrior created his match for his own satisfaction, he proceeded to create history as he always does. The Age of Ultron match in Minneapolis, Minnesota will finally be established as an XIII exclusive match. Only Andre would be responsible so you can say he's taking after Corey Black in creating monumental traditions in the company.
The phone started ringing again and Andre walked out from the bathroom half naked after putting on Reebok underwear. He walked over to the bed with the towel hanging on top of his head and picked up it to see Kaitlyn Curran on the dashboard. Andre answered the call and put it on speaker as he sat down on the edge getting ready to go out for the night.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Kaitlyn Curran: How are you?
Andre Holmes: I'm feeling good. I'm bout' to go out tonight and check out Minneapolis.
Kaitlyn Curran: You haven't called me in a minute.
Andre Holmes: Well thought you needed some time to cool off before you try to yell at me down the line again.
Kaitlyn Curran: You know why I yelled at you. What you did last week was flat out stupid but I didn't call you to speak on that. Serenity has been having issues lately. Personal issues.
Andre Holmes: Issues about what?
Kaitlyn Curran: She had a call from your ex-wife.
Andre Holmes: What?!
He stood up from the bed and held the phone tightly in his grip. Andre's jaw dropped at the bad news and his hazel eyes were narrowed. Eyebrows pulling in closer to each other when he voice became deeper and more rugged.
Andre Holmes: When was this?!
Kaitlyn Curran: Since yesterday. After that call, she hasn't been okay. She barely talks to me, your sister. She's only in her room and she barely even comes downstairs to eat so I'm worried about her. What did your ex-wife call her about to make her act like this? Did you guys had an argument or something?
Andre Holmes: ...No. I'll call you back and get to the bottom of this. Love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Don't do anything stu-
He hanged up and threw his phone down on the bed. Andre punched the wall and yelled at the top of his lungs. Again, Samantha was overstepping her boundaries so now he has to deal with the drama she's bringing in again.
Andre Holmes: I should call her...
He whispered to himself. Hands behind his head and buried his weight into the pillow. Andre picked up his Galaxy S7 right beside him and slid this thumb down after entering into his contacts. He stopped right at Samantha's name then pressed his thumb against the screen to get to her number. Before he called her, Andre thought about the consequences. The last time they got together was in Chicago for the UCI events and he cheated on Kaitlyn on multiple occassions. He still had feelings for her so what if those feelings come back? It's been so long ever since they met each other besides from Philadelphia and Andre has been spending time with Kaitlyn at home much more often especially with twins on the way. He took one long deep breath then pressed call next to her number. The phone started ringing after he put it on speaker and his eyes are closed while whispering "please don't answer".
Samantha Pryor: Hello?
Dammit! Andre slammed his head against the bed rest pretty hard then sat up rubbing the back of his head.
Andre Holmes: Ow! Argh...hey Sam.
Samantha Pryor: Hey Andre. I never expected you to call. How is everything?
Andre Holmes: Terrible.
He threw himself back to rest on the rugged and crumpled sheets. The phone lying down on his chest along with his hands behind his head again. Andre sighed and Samantha seemed concerned.
Samantha Pryor: Why do you say that?
Andre Holmes: I don't know how to deal with this pregnancy thing. Honestly, this is a lot take in. Now you're pregnant, I have twins on the way-
Samantha Pryor: Twins?
Andre Holmes: Oops.
Samantha Pryor: What do you mean twins on the way? Andre...is she pregnant?
Ah shit. This did not go as he wanted to, Andre slammed his head again on accident to spilling the bad news. He sat up again and rubbed the back of his head while Samantha started raising her voice in reaction to the news heard. From her perspective, she never wanted Andre to be with her because she would be the step mom to her children. It destroyed Samantha that Kaitlyn would be living in her home, sleeping in the same bed she was with her ex-husband but now she's also being apart of the family with her own? She resented it, she hated it. Samanth couldn't control that anger boiling deep inside her bowels and all Andre could was push through the shit storm coming his way. Don't worry, Andre was always used to women screaming at him for many different stupid reasons.
Samantha Pryor: HOW COULD YOU GET HER PREGNANT?! HOW ANDRE?!
Andre Holmes: Well from someone who had two kid with me, I honestly thought you would know. We put the penis in the vagina then-
Samantha Pryor: Don't get smart with me! When were you going to tell me Andre, huh? Are you happy now that you actually managed to leave me behind? You didn't even wait a month before going out in the world when it took me nearly an entire year. You never cared about me and now I'm pregnant with your child along her? I'm not in any competition with that little bitch of yours. You better make a decision soon and it better be me! Good fucking bye!
Andre couldn't believe what he just heard. Why is that he's always in the middle of a love affair with women? Isn't one enough or maybe it's just his natural destiny to be stuck with crazy women who are obsessively compelled to be the only in his life. On the other hand, now he's stuck with making another tough decision in his life. Yes, he loves Kaitlyn but Samantha, his ex-wife, is now pregnant without Kaitlyn knowing it all and knowing Samantha, she will do whatever it takes to get her out of his life. She wanted everything to be okay between them and her alcoholic past ruined it. Something that she can never take back but the future can maybe patch things up for the better. Andre lied on the bed wondering what to do now. He continued looking out to the city where XIII was about to go down and decided that some fresh air could help.
Andre Holmes: Oh father Jesus, help me. You know what? I need to go out and just have a night to myself. Party!
Minnesota is the home of XIII. Why not take the time to enjoy the nightlife of the city? Andre got up from the bed and immediately went into the bathroom for a long shower. Hot steam relaxing the body and hot water easing down the pain from last week. It felt nice to just simmer down in a soothing steamy shower especially with all the stress and tension in his career combined with the hailstorm occurring in his personal life. Kaitlyn, Samantha, the kids and even the same people from the WCF digging their noses into his business just to mess with him. Samantha now, she's not really helping him.
History always repeats itself. Samantha causing uproars in his life. First the drinking and now the pregnancy. It's becoming a recurring theme; Samantha Pryor the one person to always ruin a good moment in his life. The tap turned off and the shower was off; Andre slid the door open to walk out of the shower then took a step behind the sink for that good glimpse in the mirror. He rubbed his beard, looked directly into his own eyes and thought of XIII. Dion, CJ and Gable are all very strong athletes in the ring but they were no Andre Holmes. This Relentless warrior created his match for his own satisfaction, he proceeded to create history as he always does. The Age of Ultron match in Minneapolis, Minnesota will finally be established as an XIII exclusive match. Only Andre would be responsible so you can say he's taking after Corey Black in creating monumental traditions in the company.
The phone started ringing again and Andre walked out from the bathroom half naked after putting on Reebok underwear. He walked over to the bed with the towel hanging on top of his head and picked up it to see Kaitlyn Curran on the dashboard. Andre answered the call and put it on speaker as he sat down on the edge getting ready to go out for the night.
Andre Holmes: Hello?
Kaitlyn Curran: How are you?
Andre Holmes: I'm feeling good. I'm bout' to go out tonight and check out Minneapolis.
Kaitlyn Curran: You haven't called me in a minute.
Andre Holmes: Well thought you needed some time to cool off before you try to yell at me down the line again.
Kaitlyn Curran: You know why I yelled at you. What you did last week was flat out stupid but I didn't call you to speak on that. Serenity has been having issues lately. Personal issues.
Andre Holmes: Issues about what?
Kaitlyn Curran: She had a call from your ex-wife.
Andre Holmes: What?!
He stood up from the bed and held the phone tightly in his grip. Andre's jaw dropped at the bad news and his hazel eyes were narrowed. Eyebrows pulling in closer to each other when he voice became deeper and more rugged.
Andre Holmes: When was this?!
Kaitlyn Curran: Since yesterday. After that call, she hasn't been okay. She barely talks to me, your sister. She's only in her room and she barely even comes downstairs to eat so I'm worried about her. What did your ex-wife call her about to make her act like this? Did you guys had an argument or something?
Andre Holmes: ...No. I'll call you back and get to the bottom of this. Love you.
Kaitlyn Curran: Don't do anything stu-
He hanged up and threw his phone down on the bed. Andre punched the wall and yelled at the top of his lungs. Again, Samantha was overstepping her boundaries so now he has to deal with the drama she's bringing in again.
DOUBLE KILL.
Oh wow. CJ. We're back again. The former WCF Alpha Champion embarrassed at my hands twice. You didn't even put up a fight in the New Years Bash Qualifier nor any sense of fight in the Trios Championship match. Just like CJ, you were dead weight. Dead weight I needed to lift off my shoulders and excel beyond the lower card Seth thinks where I belong. In reality, I don't belong in the lower card when I am the main event. The main event is my home, it has always been my home so understand when I say you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was fed up and you had no idea how much I had to ensure my name would NOT go down in history as another one hit wonder. Think about it like this CJ. You were the Alpha Champion and you had responsibilities. The duty of holding that belt until one day you were able to cash it in for the WCF World Championship match at any time of your choosing. You have to do whatever it takes to get that match down in your career even if it meant destroying your morals, fucking all your friends over and turning the fans against you. It's a dog eat dog world and the ones who are on top are the peeps who know to play the game very well.
The game kept spinning and I needed to be apart of it- no. I needed to be on top alongside me, myself and I. Even if it meant taking out you in this match. Let's be honest CJ. You're not going to be a great wrestler, you've reached your peak, you've hit your glass ceiling and I am the one who has no problems throwing stones in a glass house. I want to break my limits everyday and that means breaking you inside that ring. Your chances of winning are negative to negative infinity, there is no future of you possibly beating me. God was never on your side, God never loved you. He's sacrificing you to fulfill the demon Apophis deep inside me and I am hungry, starving to devour everything. Set chaos upon the realm of this world and the afterlife starting with your soul.
Seek me out when you can. Seek me out all three of you. Find me CJ and learn exactly what you and Dion will know. You can't ever beat a man that refuses to die. It's not among the realm of losers like you to ever succeed when greatness shines before you. Believe in that methodology of wrestling for my methods are the only ones that produces results. My methods never fail and given the terrible nature, it's safe to say the results are almost guaranteed. Fuck you CJ, and fuck whatever you hold dear to your heart. I will break it and twist it into nothing for my own amusement.
John Gable. The greatest Television Champion of all time returns to be murdered.
Nothing fancy, Andre Holmes is always responsible.
I thought Gable would be attending the Golden Globes rather than stepping inside the ring that left him in the dust. Evolution rendered him obselete and unable to survive in this new environment. My environment, the Age of Ultron. Inspired by how many deaths Slovokia was suffering at the hands of Ultron himself. He taught me that when you have no strings, you're free but when you have strings attached to the people you hate, all chances of hurting them are amplified times ten. John. I'm going to break you to the point where not even Hollywood would fix your face with CGI. You were the greatest Television Champion in WCF history, keep it. Hold onto that fame and push it into every face you see because when I'm done with you, your face will never be the same again. All your accomplishments, your career in MY company will fade away. No history book will even remember your name or how you walk down to the ring like an actress fag.
I'm tired of living this lie.
I'm done.
There are no strings on me.
Now I'm free.
The game kept spinning and I needed to be apart of it- no. I needed to be on top alongside me, myself and I. Even if it meant taking out you in this match. Let's be honest CJ. You're not going to be a great wrestler, you've reached your peak, you've hit your glass ceiling and I am the one who has no problems throwing stones in a glass house. I want to break my limits everyday and that means breaking you inside that ring. Your chances of winning are negative to negative infinity, there is no future of you possibly beating me. God was never on your side, God never loved you. He's sacrificing you to fulfill the demon Apophis deep inside me and I am hungry, starving to devour everything. Set chaos upon the realm of this world and the afterlife starting with your soul.
Seek me out when you can. Seek me out all three of you. Find me CJ and learn exactly what you and Dion will know. You can't ever beat a man that refuses to die. It's not among the realm of losers like you to ever succeed when greatness shines before you. Believe in that methodology of wrestling for my methods are the only ones that produces results. My methods never fail and given the terrible nature, it's safe to say the results are almost guaranteed. Fuck you CJ, and fuck whatever you hold dear to your heart. I will break it and twist it into nothing for my own amusement.
John Gable. The greatest Television Champion of all time returns to be murdered.
Nothing fancy, Andre Holmes is always responsible.
I thought Gable would be attending the Golden Globes rather than stepping inside the ring that left him in the dust. Evolution rendered him obselete and unable to survive in this new environment. My environment, the Age of Ultron. Inspired by how many deaths Slovokia was suffering at the hands of Ultron himself. He taught me that when you have no strings, you're free but when you have strings attached to the people you hate, all chances of hurting them are amplified times ten. John. I'm going to break you to the point where not even Hollywood would fix your face with CGI. You were the greatest Television Champion in WCF history, keep it. Hold onto that fame and push it into every face you see because when I'm done with you, your face will never be the same again. All your accomplishments, your career in MY company will fade away. No history book will even remember your name or how you walk down to the ring like an actress fag.
I'm tired of living this lie.
I'm done.
There are no strings on me.
Now I'm free.
