Post by Andre Holmes on Jan 6, 2019 23:36:59 GMT -5
"You may ask me why and I could give you a simple answer but nothing's ever simple. There's always a bigger picture to see and a complicated method in the works. I missed it. The action, where I came from, everything about the home where I was born to be the best wrestler in the world. I left on a note written by someone else who summoned me by their own tongue. Now, that person can't stand the taste of my name. How irony works at it's best."
PERSPECTIVE.
Debuting officially in Action Wrestling may be the best choice Andre has made in his life. Home to his friends and greatest enemies, the environment was ripe for his presence to shake the entire industry. A desperate change in the atmosphere was what Action Wrestling needed and it was safe to say, the last minute acquisition of the relentless warrior was the best damn thing to happen for the year of 2018. However, there's been many rumors and reasons as to why Andre decided to join out of all times. Many have said it was because of Casey's ignorance in her ear wretching cries for attention with the constant references to her defeat over Andre Holmes or could it be a simple fact that it was destiny in the making?
The smoky fog hovering above the quiet concrete in a dark environment of the interior of an abandoned warehouse was cooperating with the eerie silence. Small echoed sounds sourced from the mysterious trend of footsteps from one of the opened doors which led a bright led to shine permitting the shadow of a man growing bigger and bigger. This man cloaked under a greyish hoodie, wearing tight denim blackish pants, the click of his blackish dress shoes hitting against the floor. A light shined in the center of this warehouse showing a steel chair unfolded for this individual to take a nice seat.
Andre sat down on the chair and leaned forward with his forearms brushed against his thighs. His head tilted down with his hazel eyes piercing through the concrete's integrity. Large hands clasped together. The thoughts of the future flooding his mind; Many possibilities favoring him and Casey against Zombie and Beau. He knew victory was certain but afterward, that's where the future becomes cloaked. He lifted his head up and a smirk emerged from cheek to cheek. Andre's spirit was more collected, methodical but downright sadistic. His absence from his home really took a toll on his spirit.
"Did you guys miss me because I didn't miss any of you. You probably expect me to just talk about what I've been doing ever since UCI closed down and list all the major accomplishments I've gotten because I'm Andre Holmes right? I don't have time to care what you all want because the last time I checked, nobody gave a damn about me when they were busy trying to impress either the fans who can switch up on them in a second or management burying their blood in an endless stream of cash. I'm not here to entertain you all. As much I want too, there isn't anything left in my body to show any signs of putting myself on the back burner for a paycheck or at the love of all you fake friends who said welcome back.
Spare me the false welcoming committees. This isn't the emotional Andre Holmes who would act like a child or curse every five seconds when something didn't go his way. This is a brand new him who is ready to sacrifice everything for the sake of staying on top of the mountain. All the flashy antics, the colorful things associated with my name have been dropped because of the change of environment and traveling around the world have opened my eyes. However, when it comes to change, I don't feel any of that when I walked into Action Wrestling. I saw new faces, old faces, new things, new management, everything is new yet it didn't feel like I was entering into a brand new world.
It felt raw and dry. Action Wrestling is great but the inhabitants are fossil fuel supporting the new machine. Zombie McMorris and Beau Blaze? I deserved better for my first match but I will not deny it will be an interesting one. To be alongside Casey, a woman who shares more pleasure in putting my name in her mouth than holding the UCI Championship, will have to learn the lesson of focusing on the goal at hand instead of letting raw emotion make her decisions. I don't care for Casey. I said it before and I'll say it again, I only value what she holds in her possession which has always been the defining moment that changed my life for the better. Until then, she will be safe for now but at Revolution, it will be an entirely different story."
He shrugged his shoulders and scoffed at the mere remark of his opponents. It was an insult honestly. Zombie McMorris couldn't defeat Andre even in his rookie days during WCF and hasn't progressed since. However, Beau Blaze was a name he was unfamiliar with. Not exactly a fan of the name itself but the mystery left him intrigued. Andre stood up from the chair and walked down to one of the walls where the section of fluorescent lights was turned on. His hands buried in his pockets, Holmes stared at the empty wall before him and shook his head.
"Agh Beau. I believe this is the first and last time we're ever going to cross paths in our lives. You don't know me but I know about you. I know you defeated Zombie McMorris ending his reign to become Television Champion in Action Wrestling. A great milestone for you, such a young new competitor trying to earn his keep in the survivor's land. You must have been so proud to walk around with the belt and determined to outlast his reign. It was almost touching watching you parade around the ring, cry your heart out and just thank your God for his blessing upon you. It reminded me of the day I won my first World Championship in my professional wrestling career. Oh, how we miss the days?
But what happened Beau? All that excitement and you couldn't have the gall to outdo what Zombie did? I must say I'm disappointed. Now what Beau? Here you standing in the shadow of a one-handed man who you nearly sacrificed everything in your life to achieve the pinnacle of your young career. You're empty-handed now. More empty handed than the one-handed drug addict you're forced to call your partner. Beau "Bullfrog" Blaze. A sad eighteen-year-old boy from Texas who won a championship and thought he could achieve it all. Well, let me be the first to tell you how much your reality means absolutely nothing to me."
Andre slowly lifted his right hand and rubbed the tip of his fingers across the dusty material. He then rubbed his fingers together watching the dust fall to the concrete and then continued glancing to the wall without any care in the world.
"Beau. You're a joke and it's even pissing me off that you have to be a joke from the same state I was born in. An eighteen-year-old cowboy who struggled to take down Zombie McMorris for the Television Championship especially when he's one-handed from getting chopped into pieces by Auron Vega by all people. Let me tell you something if you think I have the notion of considering you equal to the time I was eighteen in professional wrestling, take that out of your mind and burn it. I'm not showing you any respect as a veteran because you're a lazy, sleazy and disgusting human being making a mockery of those who did much more than you at your age."
The silence in the abandoned warehouse was a comfortable feeling. Andre turned his back to the wall and leaned against it. The hoodie covering his head was pulled down and he didn't deny how much he hated Beau. Blaze was young of course, an interesting character but he just couldn't place his belief in this kid.
"You have it easy. You're in a highly respectable company facing easy paper champions in a completely below-average division of talent competing for the Television Championship. You may think in your time it may be a beautiful thing but let me explain how terribly wrong you are. When I was eighteen, my first wife was pregnant with my first daughter, Serenity. We didn't have anything so professional wrestling was the only outcome I had to go to college and put food on the table to prepare for my family. The times were terrible. Barely had any furniture for the apartment, ate noodles and still made time to do it all.
Then what? I won my first championship, World Championship I may add, in my first company. The checks were rolling, the money was better but what made me continue for the next three years was the taste of being the best. I faced the best at your age and did it with pride because it made me believe I was the most established person in the company. Unlike you, you're settling for the scraps of others when you have so much potential to be more than what you are. Instead, you ride on the shadows and cocktails of relics that can barely even stay together when it came under the most intense pressure, Beau.
You're a pathetic waste of time in my world. Lacking the credential and initiative to take the necessary steps to achieve greatness. Pathetic nicknames such as "The Rodeo King" or "The Wrangler", which have less creativity than a five-year-old playing call of duty. Are you a child or a wrestler? This is exactly one of the main reasons I came back to Action Wrestling. The type of new generation talent that is supposed to lead the way and introduce us old dogs to new tricks yet they constantly make the same mistake as any idiot would
I'm going to do you a favor Blaze. I won't end you. As much as every fiber in my body is begging me to do so, I won't. You're young, brush, insolent and ignorant. You have no idea the experiences of professional wrestling will introduce itself on you so let me be the first of them to help open your eyes to the harsh reality you will eventually meet. Choices beyond your comprehension you'll be forced to make in the speed of a heartbeat and horrible times you'll have to endure to test how strong your spirit can be. I'm going to introduce those experiences and mold you into either the successful man or break you down into the fragile child you are."
The words escaped from his lips with the passion of the devil. He meant every word when he said he wanted to break the child in half. Andre viewed this individual as a mockery of everything he represented the day he made the promise to make the life of his children better. Beau Blaze was the ultimate design of what they would become if they couldn't get through any hard challenge or tribulation in their lives.
"And I'll do it with a smile on my face. I enjoy breaking people. Twisting their strength and pushing them down into a hole they'll never get of. It's an addiction for me actually Beau. And at your age, it's easy picking. It's ripe. It's the perfect time to really test if you're ready for what lies ahead. What happens when you can't even get past me? What happens when you can't have that one moment where you fail when every eye is on you? It's going to eat you alive from the inside out. No more smiles and damn sure no more line dances. It's for you to sit in the corner and be silent. Let the world live on while you are frozen.
Frozen to ever speak again. Frozen to ever wrestle again."
Andre's words were true and he was ready to get back into the ring. He was ready to fight again in an environment he was accustomed too. However, one man did catch his eye and he knew this being all too well. While he walked away from the wall, another light shined on a table with a mere box currently locked at the moment. Holmes stood behind the box and rubbed his hands across the wooden object speaking to himself. All alone in this room but he didn't feel alone.
"Zombie. You still remember me. I still remember you. It's been a long time my friend and I can say, I've thought about you while I was gone. I've thought about you for little moments when I needed a reminder to never sink down to the level you were always best at. I want you to see something which brought us together. Take a good look, my friend."
He slowly unlocked the box and lifted the top. After slamming it shut, the coveted WCF Hardcore Championship belt was in the palm of his hands. Andre placed the belt down on the table allowing the light to reflect off its shiny silver plates. He folded his arms afterward and stared ahead. No emotions on his face. Just emptiness. The relentless warrior had changed after all.
"I've been gone so for long Zombie. Almost too long and I expected to change but apparently I was wrong. History has a way of repeating itself. It's the greatest weapon and it never fails. You are just another reason why you can really be the most annoying drug addict with no care for progression. As with all addicts, you never care about getting better or putting an end to what's holding you back. Proof? Let's look at what you've done in Action Wrestling and see how the trend with Z-Mac never fails.
201 and Fun?! That's what you decided to put all your effort into? Genius. Take a division that has the least amount of recognition or established competition as you did with the WCF Hardcore Championship, Internet Champion, the UCI Hypermedia Championship and now the same again. The Television Championship as well. What is the trend ladies and gentlemen? Zombie McMorris doesn't like the sight of actual competition or having the gall to face the real challenge. It's his biggest weakness. Hence why he's never had the actual balls to beat Casey Holliday for the UCI Championship or even seek out applying for the best rehabilitation centers to get rid of his problems.
Zombie McMorris is a false image of someone who is a world class wrestler. I was there during his hype trains and when he was the champion to beat, I wanted to beat him and I did. What did it teach me?"
He held the WCF Hardcore Championship belt in the palm of his hand then threw it away out of the light's range. A loud crash was heard as the belt faded into the darkness and slammed against the concrete floor. Andre then did the same with the wooden box and kicked the table over for him to walk forward with his fists balled on each side of his body. Heavy breathing from his posture and Andre looked upset.
"Zombie. You of all people should know what I'm capable of but clearly, I really know what you are. You're good at manipulating everyone to believe you're this unstoppable charismatic enigma capable of dominating anyone when you're skilled at fooling the world. You've chosen two divisions which aren't even considered elite and held them, hostage, to raise your stock so you could eventually earn the chance of sneaking your way into the world title picture. The oldest play in the book and while it may have worked for you in UCI, it won't work for you in our match because I was there during your worst and there during your best. I was there for it all Zombie and it always ended with me being the better man at every turn."
He halted in his walk and took a moment to gather himself. Just remembering the time about Zombie McMorris made him cough. Andre felt disgusted about facing the repulsive man who never had the audacity to even question his mental state. It would be an absolute honor to put him down for good; He knew Zombie wanted to end the madness. No matter how well he masked it, it took a real warrior like Andre to beat him into reality.
You let me down. You really disappointed me. I wanted you to be the one to at least evolve and prove them all wrong but clearly, you can't. You truly are the addict who is lost without any chance of being saved. The 201 & Fun division? That was your initial choice? You really know how to pick them. I made a joke out of you and I ended up becoming WCF Hardcore Champion. At the end of the day, it was truly a moment to understand that there are individuals in this work ethic that will never grow out into being the best. Zombie. It was you who taught me to be above that. You're the scraps, the bottom of the barrel. Whether it be your 201 & Fun Championship or your Television Championship, no amount of makeup will ever replace the ugly face of a destroyed broken man you were all the time.
And Zombie. I'll see the same face again when I break you in front of your little boyfriend Beau. No need for me to explain it. You know exactly what I'm bringing. As a matter of fact, you don't. The interesting thing about time. Many things can happen without your knowledge of it."