Post by Andre Holmes on Jan 20, 2019 23:43:41 GMT -5
"I have admiration for the individual who demands above average challenges. It's the kind of spirit that either lifts them above the mediocrity they're cursed with or allows them to fall down to a level beyond redemption. Perhaps Casey Holliday should really value what her worth is by paying close attention to what I will do with Kennedy Matthews. For sometimes, making a wish can also be detrimental to the career of a wrestler. Kennedy will learn that there are a time and place for everything. I am not one of them."
DEMANDS.
Over the last weeks, Andre Holmes has been a name recurring in the tongues of viewers around the world. The immediate granting of his championship match against Casey Holliday has sparked some controversial remarks and reactions. The public knowledge is Casey's childish backlash resulting in terrible displays of behavior from the fear of losing her belt to the relentless athlete. On the other hand, it only proves more satisfying to the challenger. Andre's greed and never-ending lust to be a champion only fuels his desire to ruin Casey. Drive her name to the ground, stomp down on her flesh and hold the missing gold around his waist once again.
However, all in due time. The emptied board meeting room of a local office speaks volumes about the charisma of the room. Clear glass doors and wall panels separate the board room the usual hallways. Black carpeting, clear white painted walls and the large glass table spanning from north to south of the room. The one sitting at the head would be Andre Holmes sporting a classic black tuxedo, black tie, a Michael Korr's watch, and his usual pitch blackish sunglasses. What's noticeable about his attire is the unusual sharp aesthetic he's brought to the table literally and figuratively speaking.
In the palm of his hands, an organized hard copy of a file containing documents. He pulls photograph marking the date where Kennedy Matthews surrenders the television championship to Camila Gonzalez in a similar environment and his hazel colored eyes narrow towards the document. Andre looks away for a few moments then towards the documents laid out in front of him again before clearing his throat.
"Kennedy Matthews. You really were eager. I'll give you credit where credit is due."
He slowly took the large photograph in the tips of his fingers and ripped the document in half. Both pieces are thrown over his shoulders and his elbows rested on the edge of the glass table. His fingers interlocked together forming a bridge for his chin to lean on.
"There is no credit to for you Kennedy. You made the dumbest decision of your life throwing away the television championship when you had a duty to make it the belt to be watched. And to even sit here and pretend that you have an idea what it means, you're also holding the belt of which I made the most dominant championship reign of 2017 in WCF. My WCF Hardcore Championship. Oh yes Kennedy, I know more about you than you do yourself but I also know that you're a lazy incompetent woman following the false belief that everything has been handed to you since day one.
And for me, that's an understatement given my regards to how I walked into Action Wrestling. However, the point is not about me. It's about you right now. You're on a mission to prove that you are not a simple mid-card champion Action Wrestling uses to further their ratings or lost in the transition of creating this aura that you're above your worth. I don't blame you, Kennedy. You get this feeling in your stomach that you can do so much more. All the burning passion, the unnerving desire to walk into that ring and prove you're the best, it's all the stages of believing you are truly the best.
I admire you for standing up to Camila. You gave up the television championship for you solely believed it would be a stain on your life. Holding you back from your true potential but in reality Kennedy."
Andre rose from the executive chair and walked over to a little table with a few snacks on it. He calmly filled the empty coffee cup with his coffee and held it in his hand. A few sips before he turned around to lean against the table, lick his pink lips and smirk from cheekbone to his ear lobe. The atmosphere in the board room felt heavy, dark and somewhat disturbing as the thoughts of tearing Kennedy apart filled his mind. The fluorescent lighting also dimmed but not the one above Andre Holmes.
"The television championship was your protection from actual talent who could rip you apart within seconds. There's a little trick when requesting or in your case, making demands. It's called a monkey paw where the one in power can twist your words to their favor. Camila did that. Without you even knowing, she placed you against me to open the show this week on Monday Night Clash. You probably believed you were excited over the fact you are stepping leagues above your level and preparing for that dream upset victory despite all the odds being against you. I don't think you would be so hesitant on resisting the urge to finally show the world just what Kennedy Matthews is all about but the one thing that's going to break your heart?
There is nothing to show.
Kennedy. You're a young girl stepping into the ring with a man who has done all you are doing right now. A typical rookie mistake is demanding what you simply don't understand and at this very moment, you've sold your soul to me. Now I can use you as a message to Casey Holliday for she also bit off more than what she could chew. Is that what's happening in Action Wrestling Kennedy? Are you one of those types to be bored when success is growing great and then demands failure? You truly are more delusional than I believed for you wasted the ultimate opportunity to become the greatest television champion of all time.
Or was it something else?"
After finishing the cup of coffee, he placed the cup down on the table and took his seat on the executive chair again. He leaned back wiggling his thumbs against each other and started towards the empty environment before him. The steady serious expression upon his face regarded just how much he thought of Kennedy's stupidity and inferior skills in the ring. Andre rolled his eyes and continued from where he left off.
"Kennedy. I'm a man who prides himself on destroying anyone who gets in my way. You may not believe me due to your arrogance blinding you but the proof is there. You will understand that your words can be your end. The downfall has started without you and you're going to experience all the pain and pressure I can do with an instant speed for chaos. Kennedy Matthews will be a joke. Livestock into the slaughterhouse. You asked for this end and I will be the honorable man to fulfill your role. I won't even waste my own breath on you Kennedy for nothing about you makes me feel even remotely satisfied wasting my tongue, saliva and breathe upon your name.
You're cannon fodder. A hopeless jag in the framework I am trying to build here against Casey Holliday but the beauty in all of this, you're meaningless career will have some symbolism. I am going to use you to prove a simple point. Making demands, begging for wishes and letting your tongue loose will get you into trouble Kennedy. The trouble that none of us want. That trouble is me. I'm going to be your alpha and omega. Most importantly, I'm going to be the wish you were never careful to ask for."
Andre's had enough of the games and walked out of the office. There was no more left to be said. He felt insulted for even filling up the opening match of Action Wrestling when more was stake. However, he didn't argue. He wanted to ensure Kennedy would suffer every agonizing moment the future would hold for he wanted to use this match as a message to Casey Holliday. The common ground between Kennedy and Casey was their arrogance getting the better of the two. Now, their arrogance will be the last thing they cling on before they fall.