Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Sept 30, 2017 20:59:01 GMT -5
"And there I saw my life flash before my eyes. Reliving every moment I have spent for the past thirty-three years of my life. From my mother passing away all the way to now, watching my kids be born to raising them. It all fell on my me. Me. Can you imagine? I finally understand why people fight until their last breath. They have a purpose in life, a purpose to carry out. I was given a new purpose. To become WCF World Heavyweight Champion. If I have to go through Hell to reach the mountain top...so be it."
AUDIO FILE: PART SEVEN.
"Odin Balfore. The Godfather of the WCF has finally emerged from his time under the surface. Perfectly waiting to finally show his face in the sunlight and breathe the fresh air again with the atmosphere filled with promise and opportunity. Who wouldn't rise after being put down for so long, you can feel the intensity in the atmosphere grow thicker and thicker everyday? Once again, Odin Balfore has proven to be quite a competitor and his record in the company holds no weight compared to others. Odin is a true legend in this business; Every match he's in, it's the most talked about match known to man kind so what is there to complain about ladies and gentlemen? What is there to really say? Odin Balfore is currently holding the record for the most eliminations in a single War match plus he's nearly unstoppable when motivated.
However, the motivation is of what? Of course, the obvious. A chance to become the 2017 War winner and receive a WCF World Heavyweight Championship. Odin Balfore. Welcome back again to the promotion and I'm glad you've showed your face after the last time we met inside the ring. Hmm?
Odin Balfore. I used to believe in him as one of the greatest athletes in the ring and by history as shown, he's in the argument for that title. He was my first defense of the WCF Hardcore Championship and boy did he give me the match. It was a fight of my life and through everything he could throw at me, I walked out victorious. The Godfather was defeated by the relentless one. Could you imagine and ever since then I've been on a roll. Odin. You've been holding the keys for far too long and I've been searching for them. Now that you're exposed out in the open and vulnerable for a full frontal attack, I'm going to swarm in then bash your brains out if it means eliminating you from the match. Through all I've witnessed, I get a little chill down my spine when your name is brought up but then I remind myself how sweet it was to defeat the former three-time WCF World Champion. Odin Balfore. War is nasty; You know this better than anyone. You're willing to sacrifice it all but I'm willing to sacrifice you more for the purpose of winning War.
Jay Omega. Let me start by saying you have a fucked up reality striking the nerve of every competitor in the WCF believing you are the chosen one. That God who is tribal, a God who is all powerful in your adventures travelling across the galaxy has given you the singularity you needed to lose to me. Jay. Here's something to remind yourself. The last time you were in War, you won it then quit after #Beachkrew trolled your ass on Twitter. You didn't quit because you weren't the best at the time, you quit because you couldn't handle the atmosphere. You're a basket case with an egotistical complex so big, you need to travel from solar system to solar system just to take a shit on a planet with a living civilization. I can't stand you neither could I afford to have you as a friend. You're a lying manipulative asshole who would stab his own friends in the back to keep hold of the spotlight. Is that all that matter to you? The spotlight? It must be something more; It must be Jay Omega over everyone else and you're willing to do anything necessary to stay on the mountain.
People like you. Always thinking about themselves because I know a good reason why you're back Omega. I know the reason you are back and I'm going to expose it with a little story. An incentive of information which opens the eyes of everyone who hears this message I bring.
The Guardians never needed you as much as you tried so hard to become a champion in UCI. WCF never needed you as the company grew when you spent a long time trying to convince all you were the answer to their problems. You finally understood that evolution dumped your sorry carcass on the sidelines and it ate at you at the very core. No one can help you Jay. You made the decision to quit; You chose to walk out while you reached the pinnacle of your career in WCF. So who are you to come back and expect the entire promotion to fall down on their knees and kiss your shoes? No one. You want to point fingers, you want to throw your weight around like you're the big dog but you're nothing more than a small fish a large pond. A pond that used to be yours.
Now you're going to witness how I'm going to beat you black and blue. I'm going to beat you so bad Omega, I'll use your blood as the chemical ingredient to restore life on Jalaxaritusa. You are going to witness me be the last man standing in the ring and watch as I hold all you worked for in the palm of my hands just so I can throw it on the ground and stomp it. Fuck you Omega and here's something for you to know. I destroyed your Guardians in UCI and I'm going to destroy you in WCF."
He watched the body fall down off the chair, the chains cracking down on the rug. Blood leaking out the open hole of his head and he lied there; His life taken by the hands of this witch who stood in front of Andre with those black eyes staring into his hazel ones. Andre's hands dragged down the window and he couldn't believe how she took his life like that. No honor; She never even turned his head or shot him in the heart. A closed casket case but there won't be time for a burial. Andre slammed his fists against the glass and kept banging against it but it wouldn't break. Blac Chyna kept chuckling at his futile feeble attempts to get inside. She walked back to the head of the conference table with the two henchman on her side raising their machine guns and red dot sight pointing at the glass where Andre's chest is. Holmes started looking around for anything he could use; An iron pipe was beside him and he started slamming it against the window. Crack by crack, it grew more but then he had enough and threw the pipe behind him.
"Why do you continue to fight?"
"...You don't understand what you just did."
"I do. He was nothing Andre. He was a pawn on the side of your field but you tell yourself he isn't. The thing about War. It's every man for himself the moment the guns start firing. Every life is seen as a kill or something to toy with. Do you think anyone will show each other mercy? No. You don't have the stomach to be a soldier. You saw this man die and yet you did nothing. You were frozen like a deer in headlights. I knew I would be able to break you Andre. Mushroom Mandingo had nothing against me. You and Jayson Price were two men way in over your heads. Did you really think you could stop my operation and save men from the next generation of leaders? The thots?"
Andre slowly let his head down and slammed his palms on the triple pane glass separating him from the person he wanted to kill all this time. He slowly but surely fell to his knees as Blac stood there with that eerie smirk on her face to say she's won the war. For the first time in this battle between Mushroom Mandingo and the Thots, Andre was on his knees. He didn't know what to do. All this fighting, all this action, all this pain. What was it really for? Was he supposed to share the fate of defeat like every other jobber who keeps fighting in the WCF to win the match or those so called legends who come back thinking they have what it takes to keep up with evolution? He looked at his right side and the right hand of God was resting on his shoulder. Andre chuckled out loud.
"What's so funny? You're on your knees like a common dog."
"No. I'm not a dog. I remember everything and I know exactly what I am."
"And what's that?"
The fingers on Andre's right hand slowly moved across the rubble and the dust. In the palm of his hand, he flicked off the top of a grenade that Blac Chyna failed to see.
Leaping off the ground, he flipped backwards in mid-air while throwing the grenade straight to the cracked triple pane glass of the conference room. Blac Chyna leaped across the table, sliding on her back where the two men formed a human shield wall. As the blast took off, glass flew everywhere and their bodies were incinerated. Chairs and even the conference table were destroyed, torn to shreds and catastrophically ruined. Andre was also blown back from the shock wave. His back slamming harsh against the concrete wall in the hallway but as he fell, he got back up. Every time he got knocked down, it was his instinct to use his talents to keep fighting. The smoke covered the hallway and Andre rubbed his chin wiping the sweat and saliva off. He narrowed his eyes trying to see if she survived but as the smoke cleared, there was no trace of her. Andre kept walking and stopped when he saw a piece of her blonde hair burning on the ground. He bent down, picked it up and investigated. This is was too easy he thought.
Chyna appeared from behind picking up a piece of glass shards before slicing the back of his right knee with it. Andre yelled out in pain, fell down on that knee and held her wrist where she tried to stab him in the head. With a powerful right hook in her ribs, she dropped the shard and was forced to step back. He stood, limping on that right leg and going into a unorthodox kickboxing stance, he clocked her behind her right ear with a great roundhouse kick then finished the combination with a big left hook. Blood spouted from the right corner of her bottom lip and her legs nearly gave out. Andre saw an opportunity to end the fight but as he jumped for a high knee uprooting into her chin, she sidestepped allowing him to crash through the wall into the other office. It was futile.
Breaking through the cubicles and resting under the rubble, Andre crawled out of the mess. He stood on his knees and heard the gun click as the barrel was pressed behind his head. Blac had the magnum 45. colt in her right hand and her finger resting against the trigger as she looked completely lifeless in her face. Andre however, he stood there on his knees sighing in disappointment. Hands raised for a gesture of surrender and Blac Chyna stood there with a sick cynical smile on her ugly face.
"Any last words before I pull the trigger, you motherfucker!"
AUDIO FILE: PART EIGHT.
Gravedigger. Now this guy. He's an artist at work for what he does. For so many years he's been inside the ring in this promotion and still becoming one of the best in the world, he earns all the credit on earning his double grand slam status in the company. Gravedigger is a respectful person who knows talent when he sees it and puts on a show for all his fans. He's one of the best being a multiple time world champion and now soon to be the longest reigning people's champion. So entering War again, we all know he won the third annual War then went on beat Logan for the WCF World Championship. It's been so many years since he's tasted a War win so why not make another effort? Give it a go and put on a show for all his fans to see. No more commentating over UCI, no more being eliminated from the Infinity match by Hajeet or doing commentary at WCF. He joined up with Jayson Price and Kevin Bishop as The Three Kings to defeat Pantheon and Zero Tolerance but then lost to Everest in the finals. So...
Why try another chance again? It brings him down to his knees and putting him on his last wheels. Gravedigger's time in the WCF is slowly coming to an end more than anyone else. The sands of time are running against him and he's losing this race by a mile.
Gravedigger. I remember everything you said about me. You said I'd own up to nothing, I'd be another jobber waiting to be thrown at the mix but you yourself saw how I rose to power making sure none of the things you said about me would even come true in your eyes. I'm bringing everything I have to WAR and putting your ass in the hospital for good then maybe I'll visit your room and piss in your IV bag just for the fun of it. You ever heard the saying: What goes around, comes around tenfold? Power to me, no? Doing what I do best. Proving people like you who have accomplished all in the WCF world and ending your time for the new batch of predators to take over the playing field. I never cared for you Gravedigger but I always had the utmost respect for you then.
Now when I look at you, I see a man who has risen from the top only to fall down straight to the bottom. From being a multiple time world champion to surviving on the fans so desperately trying to make a difference with the WCF People's Championship. You had it all but at least unlike Omega, you stayed and retained it back when you see fit. War won't be that for you Grave. I'm coming to bring all the energy and skills to bring the fight to you. With every chance possible, you are not going to win this.
Jayson Price. My brother in arms of Mushroom Mandingo. My one true friend who stood beside me all along when we traveled the world together with a mission to stop all the thots. How are unity began was everyone thought we were the scraps off the Ultimate Showdown match but we proved them wrong. We took the tag team championships together and made a pact to defend them for as long as we can. No tag team in the world would beat us; We were unstoppable and we could even make the Poondock Saints look like a sack of shit. Jayson Price. Mr. Every Championship excluding the Alpha Championship, Omega Championship and the Trios Championship. He's focused on something I want to achieve. Going down in history creating accolades and achieving bounds that men in this earth will never get to experience. Years of fighting and years of clawing. Sacrificing your own blood, sweat and tears will all pay off if you could win War for the very first time in your career.
Jayson Price back on the World Championship and bringing back all the critics to say he's never lost it folks. My own Mushroom brother holding it down.
But. Although Jayson has accomplished it all, there's still Seth Lerch holding him back from the Hall of Fame. Jayson Price is great, he could be the next Corey Black if he grew a beard and actually learned to stop being an asshole to Seth Lerch. No offense my brother.
You're best known for winning championships and then losing them in a sixteen day period or a three month period. You had the chance to beat Joey Flash, you failed. You had the chance to defeat Johnny Reb, you failed. Everything you do is for the fame and you have earned it all. No one can take away what you've rightfully earned. It's yours and you should flaunt it when you win the Omega and Alpha Championship Mr. Every Title. I think what I'm trying to say is I remember you even being the general manager of UCI creating a fake WCF XII event called Nightmare on South Street where you even lost to Alex Richards on your own show. I know who you are Jayson. Besides the great traits you have, you're a little boy flicking your penis around trying to still get some credibility after years of hard work.
You want to know why people still think you're a joke and you'll never be in the hall of fame? I'm going to say this as your dad told you when he spanked you over his knee. You just were never good enough. You never had the it factor and your spotlight wasn't big enough to even remember what you accomplished in the WCF. I hate to do this Jayson but it's going to hurt me more than it'll hurt you when I eliminate you from War.
But hey...at least our penises are still bigger than everyone else's."
Was this it? All of the assignments, the missions and the matches leading up to this war was all for nothing? The warm barrel resting on the back of his head and he stood there on his knees with his hands in the air. She asked him the question and pressed the gun down on his head more. Andre didn't say anything until she turned his head before slapping his head with the butt of the gun. He fell down on his back and she sat in the mount position leaning forward with the end of the barrel pressed under his chin. Stroking his hair and rubbing his cheek, Blac was enjoying this. Making him into her little bitch, turning him into an obedient dog. This was disrespectful to everything Mushroom Mandingo has worked so hard for. Their headquarters destroyed at the hands of this bitch and here he is under her on the sixth floor in the wake of all this destruction. He slowly turned his eyes to look up at hers and Blac chuckled loudly again. Andre was right in her clutch and it seemed like he was never able to escape again. This is it.
"...I have nothing to say to you but I have something to say to God."
"And what does he want to hear?"
"He wants to hear me say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the mistakes and things I have to said to hurt people who never deserved it. An asshole like me who treats people with such hostility because of my love for my family. I'm never going to take anything for granted. For so long, I was focused on myself that I even let the mother of my two daughters take her own life because I was too much of a coward to stop her from drinking her soul down the drain. Now I lie here with the gun placed under my chin and you on top of me for the entire world to see. I'm lonely and each second passes by, the window of living closes at a rapid pace. So yes, I am sorry God. I am sorry that War has taken me into the darkness and brought forth a brand new Andre Holmes who understands what it means to forgive your enemies and show mercy. I don't want to be like this anymore. No.
I want to be something more. I want to be a new man. A man everyone can look up to and respect. A father holding all his children in his arms with cheerful glee and be proud to say how much he loves his wife. I'm not going back and I'm not going to ever give up again. War is an event where every life is on the line and war is chaotic mess of blood and glory. I don't want to be relentless anymore. I don't want to be me. I want to be something. I want to be. World. Heavyweight. Champion."
Reeling his legs back and pulling them under her armpits, he managed to throw her off of his body and kip up back to his feet. Blac rolled backwards and got up only to have her front teeth punched out of her mouth after Andre delivered a spinning back fist. As she nearly fell to the side on a cubicle, she threw herself into him but ate a brutal knee nearly rearranging her ribs as she bent over across it. Andre grabbed her by the back of her head then ran with her body before slapping her head across a glass table with the shards flying everywhere. He didn't stop. This sudden spark of energy surging across his body as he reminded himself exactly what he is fighting for. Blac Chyna started crawling away fro him; The pain coursing around her body, fatigue becoming her best friend. Andre followed after as she raised her right hand in a sort of grand gesture for peace. Just then, she picked up the gun off the floor but Andre leaped to the side and hid behind another cubicle still yet to be destroyed when the bullets fired out of the chamber.
When she took two steps forward, Andre tried to jump her from behind but she turned around and pressed the gun on his forehead again.
She pressed the trigger again.
Andre smirked and Chyna growled loudly in anger. She tried to strike him with the gun again until her hand was cut. Eating a huge right knee into her ribs, she hunched over again then Andre disarmed her before throwing the gun away. Taking a few steps back, he spun on his feet, in the air and nailed her in the head with a Tornado Kick. She fell down on the ground but then stood on her knees as she witnessed Andre turning his right leg to face her.
"....You'll never stop me."
"Of course I will. Don't you understand? War isn't only about defeating as many people as possible, it's also about learning how to cope with yourself and how to fight through it all. No matter what they say or what I do, I will never ever become a loser like you. My name is Andre Holmes and by the time we meet again, I will be the next WCF World Heavyweight Champion."
Andre sidestepped on his right leg before shooting it right off the ground. The end of that black large boot clipped her in the face and her head bolted back in a whiplash from the force of the blow. Blac Chyna fell on the floor completely knocked out. Andre fell to his knees, lifted his head up and chuckled. It was finally over. Mushroom Mandingo had secured the one they were fighting for and War could be over forever. Now there was one more final War to do and it was in Japan. On to the next one, to victory!
AUDIO FILE: FINALE.
"I've spoken to everyone else in this match and spoken to all the tiers in the company. From those of enhancement talent, jobbers all the way up to the hall of famers. The War match involves every competitor known to mankind and clusters them together for the biggest confrontation in professional wrestling sports history. However, do you not get the weird itch running down your back like something...or someone is missing? I know a snake and a lying bastard from a mile away. How long did you think you were gonna wait to return? Huh?
Pathetic. I knew your ass wouldn't resist the chance to have another shot at War especially when you carry the record of winning it three times in a row. You really shouldn't be able to fool me because you never understood the type of man I am. You left when WCF closed it's doors before you were scheduled to face Joey Flash and Jared Holmes. Two men you were scared to face because you knew deep down inside, you were never good enough to beat them and the proof is there. In the rebuilding stages of the company, you lost the WCF World Championship to Oblivion. Oblivion. That only shows how pathetic you are when you don't have The Family, Team of Treachery or Seth Lerch holding you by the balls and walking you through your career. Nothing can stop me as I walk into that ring giving a beating.
You're the seven time World Champion but you're the most disgusting human being surrounding himself with the slums of the earth. Dag Riddik who you took under your wing, I destroyed him in every match possible or your dumb bitch, Lilith who is also Katherine Phoenix, who you abused and turned into your own sex slave. Well, she was everybody's sex slave but never mine. I'm glad the bitch did suicide. You're stepping into the ring with me Logan and if you manage to come back, I want you to personally pay for what you said to me back in the day. Using my own daughters as a way to get cheap heat? I'm going to make you pay for it and every controversial setting you've caused in the company. No one around here wants you back Logan and everyone wants to see you dead for all your sneaky ways.
Come War, my first War. I show you especially that insulting a fighting father is a thing you never do. I'll burn every single bone in your body, rip the other eye out of your face, tear your one inch dick off and jam it down your fucking brain. Nothing you ever do in the WCF will ever mean something. For the first time in your career, you're over. You are officially dead and your history is null. No one will protect you from when I see you in the ring and end your life for the sake of mankind.
Now here I speak to everyone in the match and everyone around the world. I'm sure you're listening to this and probably thinking why I'm speaking in such a confident voice. Through all the thirty three years of life I spent on this earth, I've seen and done thing I'm not proud of. I've been through hell and back with my own mind, channeling the voices in my head as I continue to search through myself and find what is wrong with me. Why has God chosen to forsake me and leave me alone in this match with people considered to be way out of my league? Why continue to fight a losing battle to prove some silly goal? It's for that exact reason I stand above the rest. Not only am I doing it for the people I love, I'm doing it for me. I'm doing it to become the next World Champion after two years of selfish mediocrity formed by Seth Lerch to satisfy me. I don't want to be satisfied, I want to be the best in the world. I don't want to survive, I want to live. I want to be on top of the mountain, have my name spoken with all the greatest to ever step foot inside the WCF ring. Fuck all of you though. All of you who doubted me from the beginning and said I would become champion so why should any of you act surprised? Nothing is ever expected in WCF.
For my children, for all the loved ones, for my ex-wife, Samantha Pryor, looking down from the heavens above. It is time for Andre Holmes to put everything on the line and finally shut up. No more words. All the talk I did, the championships and accolades I achieved in my career up to now, it all comes down to what it is in War. From the passing of my mother to recently finding out my father was still alive, I'll never forger all the lessons I've learned since I was a child. I've nearly been killed, beaten to death, manipulated and screwed over so many times on a consistent basis. Lied, cheated on my loved ones, stabbed my friends in the back and destroyed relationships and lives for the sheer purpose of beholding the glory for the world to see. No more of that because after this, everything changes.
Tokyo Dome, War. The greatest match in WCF history where every winner has had their name written down in historic stone books. My name will matter more than anyone because my name represents the billions around the world who were treated like dog shit the moment they were born. My name will be the shining beacon of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel. For everyone who never believed in themselves, I'll be that example that you can achieve anything you put your mind too. You don't have to be relentless anymore.
I can be.