Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Dec 18, 2016 16:00:06 GMT -6
"Vulnerability is not weakness. And that myth is profoundly dangerous. Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change." - Brene Brown
I never thought I could be the biggest wrestler in UCI.
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I never thought I could be the biggest wrestler in UCI.
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Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen! Andre Holmes is the sole holder of the UCI Tag Team Championships!
I never thought I would be at the top of the mountain.
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I never thought my name would be the first.
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Gravedigger: I can't believe this midget is on an undefeated streak. Who can beat Andre Holmes?!
I never thought my name would be the first.
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Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes is the FIRST ever UCI Killing Floor Winner!
I damn sure never thought I would be...
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Gravedigger: OH MY GOD! NO WAY!
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Jimmy Garcia: ANDRE HOLMES HAS DONE IT! ANDRE HOLMES HAS OFFICIALLY DONE IT!
World Heavyweight Champion
We cut to the inside of the well known local Mixed Martial Arts Center in Houston, Texas. The Holmes MMA Gym. Inside is very big to assess the different areas of training. However, the Octagon is in the center of the entire training facility with the lights only shining above it. Inside of the Octagon is Andre Holmes sat down in a chair in the center. Leaned forward with his head down, hands clasped together with his knuckles touching one another. Forearms well rested on his thighs as he wears all black clothing. A black buttoned T-Shirt, jeans and shoes. He doesn't make eye contact with the camera at all as he dwells back on his most precious times in his UCI career.
I loved every moment of it. The pin, the rush, the adrenaline. Hearing the crowd roar out of their minds and watching me finally achieve what I worked so hard for. I made it. I can finally say that I made it regardless of what happened at Civil War. Andre Holmes was World Heavyweight Champion. I couldn't believe it at first but when I felt that World Championship belt in the palm of my hands, I was added to the legacy of the greatest. Crow McMorris, Howard Black, Alex Richards, and then came Andre Holmes. The wrestler everyone thought would just stay in midcard and make his mark there. It was supposed to be my place, my true home. I always listened to the smarks who thought they knew everything in this business rather than myself. I trusted them rather my own strength and courage. I insulted my spirit, and my strong will to surpass the illusions they put forth in my path. The first challenge was breaking the hold of Erin Fausse; The first athlete to ever beat me in UCI. That loss was demolishing, devastating. I barely came back after that, it broke me so hard that I suffered UCI's worst losing streak. Six weeks in a row did I lose until #Beachmania came where I did the most disgusting thing to an athlete ever to gain a victory in the match.
Gravedigger: ANDRE HOLMES JUST THRUST KICKED ERIN FAUSSE'S MOUTH FULL OF THUMBTACKS! THIS PSYCHOTIC MOTHERFUCKER!
It was in the minuscule moment of victory I learned more about myself than my victories. I learned how strong I could be with even such adversary and odds against me, I could still defeat my foes with only my wits and my will. I grew as a person, a competitor to understand that we're not bound to win all the time, and damn sure not bound to live forever. We savor every moment as a system to find exactly who we are. I found out who I was when I beat Erin Fausse, I am a SURVIVOR. A WARRIOR. Relentless. A true warrior doesn't learn from his victories, no, he gathers all he can from his losses and continues to fight on even when the world forbids him not to. Why I stay above the rest is because my fighting spirit will never crumble as long as I stay loyal to the people I keep dear to me but sometimes your enemies can slip through the cracks and twist you from the inside out.
People don't gravitate to success, they watch the people they love fail to see if pass the test.
I loved every moment of it. The pin, the rush, the adrenaline. Hearing the crowd roar out of their minds and watching me finally achieve what I worked so hard for. I made it. I can finally say that I made it regardless of what happened at Civil War. Andre Holmes was World Heavyweight Champion. I couldn't believe it at first but when I felt that World Championship belt in the palm of my hands, I was added to the legacy of the greatest. Crow McMorris, Howard Black, Alex Richards, and then came Andre Holmes. The wrestler everyone thought would just stay in midcard and make his mark there. It was supposed to be my place, my true home. I always listened to the smarks who thought they knew everything in this business rather than myself. I trusted them rather my own strength and courage. I insulted my spirit, and my strong will to surpass the illusions they put forth in my path. The first challenge was breaking the hold of Erin Fausse; The first athlete to ever beat me in UCI. That loss was demolishing, devastating. I barely came back after that, it broke me so hard that I suffered UCI's worst losing streak. Six weeks in a row did I lose until #Beachmania came where I did the most disgusting thing to an athlete ever to gain a victory in the match.
Gravedigger: ANDRE HOLMES JUST THRUST KICKED ERIN FAUSSE'S MOUTH FULL OF THUMBTACKS! THIS PSYCHOTIC MOTHERFUCKER!
It was in the minuscule moment of victory I learned more about myself than my victories. I learned how strong I could be with even such adversary and odds against me, I could still defeat my foes with only my wits and my will. I grew as a person, a competitor to understand that we're not bound to win all the time, and damn sure not bound to live forever. We savor every moment as a system to find exactly who we are. I found out who I was when I beat Erin Fausse, I am a SURVIVOR. A WARRIOR. Relentless. A true warrior doesn't learn from his victories, no, he gathers all he can from his losses and continues to fight on even when the world forbids him not to. Why I stay above the rest is because my fighting spirit will never crumble as long as I stay loyal to the people I keep dear to me but sometimes your enemies can slip through the cracks and twist you from the inside out.
People don't gravitate to success, they watch the people they love fail to see if pass the test.
I never thought I could let them be in danger.
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Jimmy Garcia: CELESTE MALLORY HAS BROKEN INTO ANDRE'S HOME, AND SHE'S PUTTING A KNIFE TO HIS DAUGHTERS!!! SOMEBODY GET HELP!!!!
I never thought I could lose it all.
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Gravedigger: THE GUARDIANS ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!
I never thought that word could come for...me.
Here is your winner, and the NEW UCI World Heavyweight Champion, CELESTE MALLORY!!!
Here is your winner, and the NEW UCI World Heavyweight Champion, CELESTE MALLORY!!!
For the first time in my life, I was...vulnerable.
Me.
Vulnerable.
I've never experienced this feeling, this emotion ever. After being choked out, my life flashed before my own eyes. This wasn't a nightmare or a dream. It was reality, and reality made a choice. Reality chose to have me lose to the woman who was in my head, the woman who did what no one else could. She broke me inside that ring, and crushed my dreams under her foot. I failed myself, I failed my family, I failed everyone but what stung the most was I lost to a bitch who crossed the line to get back at me. I watched her put the knife to my daughter's throat and force me to submit on my knees begging to her orders like the common dog. Could you imagine the ounces of rage pouring deep into my soul and yet I had to be the one to lose to her?! She rubbed it in, I was honor bound to wrap the championship belt around her waist and then she had the nerve to touch me with those hands that held the knife pressed against my daughter's throat. She touched me with those hands, and I felt her warm cheek against mine as she whispered into my ear.
Me.
Vulnerable.
I've never experienced this feeling, this emotion ever. After being choked out, my life flashed before my own eyes. This wasn't a nightmare or a dream. It was reality, and reality made a choice. Reality chose to have me lose to the woman who was in my head, the woman who did what no one else could. She broke me inside that ring, and crushed my dreams under her foot. I failed myself, I failed my family, I failed everyone but what stung the most was I lost to a bitch who crossed the line to get back at me. I watched her put the knife to my daughter's throat and force me to submit on my knees begging to her orders like the common dog. Could you imagine the ounces of rage pouring deep into my soul and yet I had to be the one to lose to her?! She rubbed it in, I was honor bound to wrap the championship belt around her waist and then she had the nerve to touch me with those hands that held the knife pressed against my daughter's throat. She touched me with those hands, and I felt her warm cheek against mine as she whispered into my ear.
The Devil Is In The Pretty...
The devil. He truly presented himself to me in Celeste, she enjoyed every taste of making me pay for my sins against her mother. She wanted me the idea of her killing me sink into my flesh and brand me with her sexual charm. This woman did it, and I am a warrior to admit my defeats.
Celeste Mallory
Defeated
Andre Holmes
Defeated
Andre Holmes
The words carved in stone. History was truly made and can never be revisted. UCI had no choice but to bring the new era where Mallory would dominate the lands projected to her. I was outlasted, exiled from the realm of the greats back to the bottom of the barrel where I first started. My reign ended by her will, my time was ended. Andre Holmes was no longer the World Champion, the Tag Champion. Andre Holmes was just simply Andre Holmes. A mere man as common as the next and easily expendable. The critics and the haters finally got the upper hand on my spirit, they took the opportunity to laugh, mock my free will, spat on it with their disgusting saliva and left a stain on my beautiful canvas. Everything I did inside the ring is now in the palm of Celeste Mallory which is why I must fight to reclaim what was taken from me. Do you need me to utter the words again? I am fucking vulnerable. I am fucking human, I admit it okay? I am the man who was beaten at my very best and Celeste Mallory was the better wrestler that night. I hereby extend a congratulations her and a job well done as the honorable warrior I was bred to be.
Now my test has come forth. A test every competitor must endeavor on his path to earn the status of legend. Anyone can win, anyone can rise but only a true wrestler can rise from the ashes of his losses. I've done it before but now the test of a broken spirit into a thunderous redemption is the path I must take in order to achieve a reward beyond most cannot believe to be true. At Black Mass, the UCI has decided to welcome a second chance to redeem for the mistake I made at Civil War. Among other three, I have been chosen to main event once again in my rematch for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship against Kevin Bishop, Alex Richards, and the woman who took what belonged to me, Celeste Mallory. This is an opportunity that doesn't come very often, the fucking second chance at becoming World Champion again; The only Two-Time World Heavyweight Champion?
Twice the Effort.
Twice the Reward.
I thank thee for the chance. UCI still trusts me, the fans still trusts me, and so does my own family. My mistake was believing there would not be such a force to cancel mine. I believed in the hype that I was the unstoppable force without an immovable object, I let the other side take over and cloud my judgement. I forgot my power doesn't reside from relying on myself, it comes from the confidence of faith of my people. That is what drives the leading legend of the worlds, and that is what drives me to step inside that ring proving time, and time again that Andre Holmes is the best in the world. Black Mass will be the birth of a new entity taking the company by storm. History shall be made once again under my name as no other competitor can seek out the great changes in the tide of UCI. I have done more than anyone in this match combined, and put this company on my back more than the efforts of a Guardian, a Brotherhood leader and a plain out crazy bitch.
CHANGE.
Now my test has come forth. A test every competitor must endeavor on his path to earn the status of legend. Anyone can win, anyone can rise but only a true wrestler can rise from the ashes of his losses. I've done it before but now the test of a broken spirit into a thunderous redemption is the path I must take in order to achieve a reward beyond most cannot believe to be true. At Black Mass, the UCI has decided to welcome a second chance to redeem for the mistake I made at Civil War. Among other three, I have been chosen to main event once again in my rematch for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship against Kevin Bishop, Alex Richards, and the woman who took what belonged to me, Celeste Mallory. This is an opportunity that doesn't come very often, the fucking second chance at becoming World Champion again; The only Two-Time World Heavyweight Champion?
Twice the Effort.
Twice the Reward.
I thank thee for the chance. UCI still trusts me, the fans still trusts me, and so does my own family. My mistake was believing there would not be such a force to cancel mine. I believed in the hype that I was the unstoppable force without an immovable object, I let the other side take over and cloud my judgement. I forgot my power doesn't reside from relying on myself, it comes from the confidence of faith of my people. That is what drives the leading legend of the worlds, and that is what drives me to step inside that ring proving time, and time again that Andre Holmes is the best in the world. Black Mass will be the birth of a new entity taking the company by storm. History shall be made once again under my name as no other competitor can seek out the great changes in the tide of UCI. I have done more than anyone in this match combined, and put this company on my back more than the efforts of a Guardian, a Brotherhood leader and a plain out crazy bitch.
"Andre Holmes is on the verge of making history again in the UCI. He has the opportunity to become UCI's first ever multiple reigning UCI World Champion but the question is: After falling to the hands of Celeste Mallory, is Andre Holmes the same unbreakable athlete we know him to be? Can he find the strength to step out of the downward spiral he is falling in and gather the courage to defeat not one, not two but three World Class competitors in order to win the UCI World Heavyweight Championship? We can only pray for a beloved man, a father of two, and a role model for all of UCI. Andre Holmes, you are not alone. We are with you." - BleacherReport.com
I will soothe your pain.
I will ease your strength.
I'm done being angry. I'm letting go for once in my life of all the anger, the rage, the fury. I'm learning to control it, and keep a calm mind. They say that anger blinds you from the truth and a calm mind prevails over all. Maybe it's time that this fury be put to use rather than exploding on everyone and everything around me. I only hurt myself and others when tempers flair out of control so why not take the time to learn from my mistake? I am really vulnerable right now but maybe that's a good thing. It's time for change, time for a new method to be used in redeeming the failures I committed at Civil War. Andre Holmes isn't weak or broken, he needs to understand that life will continue with or without him. Without me. I'm done just being negative, it's time I really figure out how to come back from this stronger than ever. This isn't a goodbye, it's a hello. I will become the next UCI World Heavyweight Champion, and I will make history inside of that ring. I promise to you.
This isn't vengeance.
This isn't anger.
This isn't fury.
This isn't revenge.
This is renewal.
AFTER THE FALL.
This isn't anger.
This isn't fury.
This isn't revenge.
This is renewal.
AFTER THE FALL.
No. It happened, and he couldn't stop it. He tried to get out of the hold but the Rear Naked Choke was locked in too tight. Breaths become slower, lighter and colder until his vision was fading. Darkness shrouded his mind and thus Andre Holmes passed out to the enticing sadism of Celeste Mallory. The words were uttered in her victory, she wasn't happy to win the World Title, she was happy to win the World Title off her biggest rival. The world shifted it's gaze to a new leading hope of professional wrestling then turned a blind eye to the fallen Andre who had nothing else to hold to his name. Andre was now back to the bottom of the barrel to join the common men who only pass by him in the locker rooms and the hallways. After handing her the championship, he took refuge in his private locker room in Madison Square Garden slamming the door shut as he leaned back against the wall. Andre slid down the walls down to his butt on the soft blue carpet, and slammed his head back on the wall in pure frustration of the loss. Tears streamed down his cheeks, knees pressed together into his chest then buried his face into the folded arms as he cried. Blaming himself for not being the man his family and the world needed him to be. He failed everyone and broke the hearts of millions. Redemption in his mind was erased from the dictionary, the world truly let go of their last hope. Andre. was. no. more.
Andre Holmes: ...I'm sorry.
To who? How many of the millions watched him fade away at the hands of Mallory? That defeat doused the fire he had raging deep in his soul. Celeste took everything he had and put him to rest temporarily to claim the World Championship wrapped around her waist by his hands. He was humbled more than ever; Humbled enough to wrap what was his around the waist of it's new owner. A new owner he allowed to claim the greatest prize in all of Professional Wrestling. A knock erupted on the door and Andre never responded. He kept groaning in his breakdown; blaming himself over and over for letting Celeste Mallory defame his family name. Everything was his fault and he could never forgive himself. As the knock grow more louder, he lifted his head up and responded.
Andre Holmes: I don't want to talk. Please...just leave me be...
Kaitlyn Curran: It's me.
Kaitlyn slowly opened the door, and entered into his locker room where her green emerald eyes saw the man she loved broken for the first time. She closed the door behind her, and gently kneed beside him still leaning against the wall to support her seven month pregnancy bump. She had her red hair let down, and curled. Wearing a long blue dress with a black jacket to hide the baby bump as much she can and in black flats to support the extra weight. Her soft hands were latched with his as Andre turned his head into her breast crying his heart out, and letting the tears run moist across the bosom. Kaitlyn kept caressing his head under his chin, kissing the top of his head with her soft red lips. This was a moment she had to be there for; understanding how much pain he had to endure all this time. She knew the type of pressure he put on herself and thus took a plane to fly out as fast as possible to save her future husband from a mental catastrophe.
Andre Holmes: I let you down.
Kaitlyn Curran: No, no, no. You can never let me down. Never Andre.
Andre pulled his head from her chest and returned to planting his face into his folded arms. Kaitlyn couldn't stand to see her future husband sulk in his own shame. She gently rubbed his sweaty back while he continued to sob in his arms, ashamed with the failure he tried so hard not to end up in. When a man puts pressure on himself and loses, it does a lot of damage to his morale. Andre had the entire world rooting for him to defend his family's honor, and name against the woman who easily smeared that name like nothing. Now he's under her belt as a victim in her psychopathic ways and the defense of his family was nothing. He continued to sob when the thoughts of his daughters, Kaitlyn, and Serenity, rushed through his mind. The flashbacks of watching Celeste Mallory put the knife to their throats with Kaitlyn along, it was unbearable to watch.
Kaitlyn Curran: You're gonna be fine. Everyone loses, it's okay.
Andre Holmes: No, I really blew it. I can't believe I let her win, I can't fucking believe it. I had all the tools to beat her and I fucking passed out to a simple Rear Naked Choke. What the fuck?! What the fuck....what the fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!
He removed his MMA gloves and violently tossed them into the wall across the locker room. Andre even banged his fists against the metal locker beside him, loud noises erupting across the entire room. Kaitlyn held his fists down trying to make this process easier and of course prevent him from getting hurt.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre, stop! Listen to me, look at me!
She released her hands from his fists to grab his face. Turning his head, eye contact was established between the two but his fists were still tightened to the point where the veins almost started popping out.
Kaitlyn Curran: You are the man I love, and I am having your twins. You have never failed me, your daughters. Okay, you are an amazing father, and an amazing wrestler. It's not about how you win, it's how you get back up from being knocked down. Andre, listen to me. Get back up stronger than you ever did, at the end of the day, we are still safe. Celeste Mallory will pay in the end for what she did and I know you will do everything in your power to protect us. I am seven months pregnant with your children, and you need to be strong for when our children are born. Okay? I love you, do you understand me?! I love you!
Kaitlyn shook his head to snap him back into reality. Andre's eyes glanced over back into her emerald glowing eyes and right there the answer became clear. She was the foundation he stood to extract his will and plans inside that wrestling ring. Serenity and Athena were the backbone of his strength, the source of all his power, Kaitlyn the courage built in him from her faith. His family meant everything to him and he would give up his entire life to ensure their futures were met with good fortune. He looked into her eyes, his tightened fists finally released into submissive open palms, relaxed and soft. Andre slowly raised his hand to caress the palm on her right cheek then leaned in closer near to her lips while whispering low in that soft tone of his voice.
Andre Holmes: I...love...you...so...much.
Kaitlyn Curran: Come home.
The two interlock lips together in such a passionate kiss as both leaned in savoring the taste of each other. A spark was ignited once again deep within the strong bond of their relationship thus reassuring that their love could never be broken by a crazy bitch such as Celeste. Andre released his lips from her and quickly found peace again in her arms. He leaned more into her body gently enough not to make her uncomfortable. Kaitlyn's chin on top of his head, arms around his body while under the armpits and Andre having a smile come out on his face finally. The comfort of Kaitlyn really turned his mood from sour to sweet, heaven slowly descended in that little moment to comfort such a broken warrior who put everything on the line. Although defeated, he wasn't quite out just yet.
What really mattered is that Andre was never alone. As much as he believed the world forgot him, his family never have. They remain strong-willed to stand by his side through his darkest times as Andre has done in the past. Kaitlyn was right, Andre's strength is at its best when he picks himself up from the dust. Over the course of his career, he has been one of the greatest underdogs able to overcome the odds no matter how big or fucking impossible to beat they were. His true passion was always being told he couldn't do what others couldn't do then proving all the critics wrong. Now he has another chance to muster up that same courage, that same passion, that same fire to defeat Celeste Mallory, Alex Richards and Kevin Bishop in the future at Black Mass for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship.
Andre Holmes: ...I'm sorry.
To who? How many of the millions watched him fade away at the hands of Mallory? That defeat doused the fire he had raging deep in his soul. Celeste took everything he had and put him to rest temporarily to claim the World Championship wrapped around her waist by his hands. He was humbled more than ever; Humbled enough to wrap what was his around the waist of it's new owner. A new owner he allowed to claim the greatest prize in all of Professional Wrestling. A knock erupted on the door and Andre never responded. He kept groaning in his breakdown; blaming himself over and over for letting Celeste Mallory defame his family name. Everything was his fault and he could never forgive himself. As the knock grow more louder, he lifted his head up and responded.
Andre Holmes: I don't want to talk. Please...just leave me be...
Kaitlyn Curran: It's me.
Kaitlyn slowly opened the door, and entered into his locker room where her green emerald eyes saw the man she loved broken for the first time. She closed the door behind her, and gently kneed beside him still leaning against the wall to support her seven month pregnancy bump. She had her red hair let down, and curled. Wearing a long blue dress with a black jacket to hide the baby bump as much she can and in black flats to support the extra weight. Her soft hands were latched with his as Andre turned his head into her breast crying his heart out, and letting the tears run moist across the bosom. Kaitlyn kept caressing his head under his chin, kissing the top of his head with her soft red lips. This was a moment she had to be there for; understanding how much pain he had to endure all this time. She knew the type of pressure he put on herself and thus took a plane to fly out as fast as possible to save her future husband from a mental catastrophe.
Andre Holmes: I let you down.
Kaitlyn Curran: No, no, no. You can never let me down. Never Andre.
Andre pulled his head from her chest and returned to planting his face into his folded arms. Kaitlyn couldn't stand to see her future husband sulk in his own shame. She gently rubbed his sweaty back while he continued to sob in his arms, ashamed with the failure he tried so hard not to end up in. When a man puts pressure on himself and loses, it does a lot of damage to his morale. Andre had the entire world rooting for him to defend his family's honor, and name against the woman who easily smeared that name like nothing. Now he's under her belt as a victim in her psychopathic ways and the defense of his family was nothing. He continued to sob when the thoughts of his daughters, Kaitlyn, and Serenity, rushed through his mind. The flashbacks of watching Celeste Mallory put the knife to their throats with Kaitlyn along, it was unbearable to watch.
Kaitlyn Curran: You're gonna be fine. Everyone loses, it's okay.
Andre Holmes: No, I really blew it. I can't believe I let her win, I can't fucking believe it. I had all the tools to beat her and I fucking passed out to a simple Rear Naked Choke. What the fuck?! What the fuck....what the fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!
He removed his MMA gloves and violently tossed them into the wall across the locker room. Andre even banged his fists against the metal locker beside him, loud noises erupting across the entire room. Kaitlyn held his fists down trying to make this process easier and of course prevent him from getting hurt.
Kaitlyn Curran: Andre, stop! Listen to me, look at me!
She released her hands from his fists to grab his face. Turning his head, eye contact was established between the two but his fists were still tightened to the point where the veins almost started popping out.
Kaitlyn Curran: You are the man I love, and I am having your twins. You have never failed me, your daughters. Okay, you are an amazing father, and an amazing wrestler. It's not about how you win, it's how you get back up from being knocked down. Andre, listen to me. Get back up stronger than you ever did, at the end of the day, we are still safe. Celeste Mallory will pay in the end for what she did and I know you will do everything in your power to protect us. I am seven months pregnant with your children, and you need to be strong for when our children are born. Okay? I love you, do you understand me?! I love you!
Kaitlyn shook his head to snap him back into reality. Andre's eyes glanced over back into her emerald glowing eyes and right there the answer became clear. She was the foundation he stood to extract his will and plans inside that wrestling ring. Serenity and Athena were the backbone of his strength, the source of all his power, Kaitlyn the courage built in him from her faith. His family meant everything to him and he would give up his entire life to ensure their futures were met with good fortune. He looked into her eyes, his tightened fists finally released into submissive open palms, relaxed and soft. Andre slowly raised his hand to caress the palm on her right cheek then leaned in closer near to her lips while whispering low in that soft tone of his voice.
Andre Holmes: I...love...you...so...much.
Kaitlyn Curran: Come home.
The two interlock lips together in such a passionate kiss as both leaned in savoring the taste of each other. A spark was ignited once again deep within the strong bond of their relationship thus reassuring that their love could never be broken by a crazy bitch such as Celeste. Andre released his lips from her and quickly found peace again in her arms. He leaned more into her body gently enough not to make her uncomfortable. Kaitlyn's chin on top of his head, arms around his body while under the armpits and Andre having a smile come out on his face finally. The comfort of Kaitlyn really turned his mood from sour to sweet, heaven slowly descended in that little moment to comfort such a broken warrior who put everything on the line. Although defeated, he wasn't quite out just yet.
What really mattered is that Andre was never alone. As much as he believed the world forgot him, his family never have. They remain strong-willed to stand by his side through his darkest times as Andre has done in the past. Kaitlyn was right, Andre's strength is at its best when he picks himself up from the dust. Over the course of his career, he has been one of the greatest underdogs able to overcome the odds no matter how big or fucking impossible to beat they were. His true passion was always being told he couldn't do what others couldn't do then proving all the critics wrong. Now he has another chance to muster up that same courage, that same passion, that same fire to defeat Celeste Mallory, Alex Richards and Kevin Bishop in the future at Black Mass for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship.
THE PLAGUE.
How much power can a man hold when he has been beaten to the curve? I always used to think that power is the ultimate test in finding one's true characters. Theories always progress on the different method to really know what a competitor or a warrior is capable of. We've heard the famous sayings. To test a man's character, give him power. Judging from our history, men with power want more power and that's true how I've acted in my career in UCI. I let success go to my head and became an asshole to the people around whether friend or foe, I saw them all as equal peasants ripe for the killing. I used to think that I was above the measuring stick, above the punishments of God, and that I was God myself but after getting the rude awakening, I understood that I am just a man as the other ones that have come and gone. I hate to admit but Celeste Mallory gave me the fucking reality check I needed so that I can become a stronger wrestler than I ever was. Being World and Tag Champion was amazing, the first ever wrestler in UCI to achieve that success but now I'll make history when I become the first ever multiple reigning World Champion in UCI.
How about you Mr. Bishop? What kind of character do you present to the world when we give you power? How much do your power do you possess when surrounded by your loyal followers in the Brotherhood? How much power do you spawn when they look at you with hope glistening in their eyes, and faith pouring into your own spirit? Do you feel stronger than you already are or are you just a man waiting for his reality to check into your hotel? I ask these questions because I feel that you do not possess the same fighting spirit when you will get knocked down but we did meet on the battlefield at Killing Floor where I emerged victorious over your shortcomings. It was a match where even though our time was so little, we learned about each other. A lot emerged into our minds trying to decipher what was so special about the other but then I realized, there is nothing special about Kevin Bishop except that he is a man who is lucky enough to surround himself around others willing to fall to his feet and kiss the very ground he walks on. How do I know? I used to be that same man with the same morals and perspectives until I realized you can't trust anyone but yourself when the time comes.
Kevin Bishop. This is a welcoming party I am willing to throw in your favor. Your performance at Civil War was quite incredible, and extremely impressive. You overcame the odds and put everyone to rest including my own Guardian member, Bonnie Blue. I admire your passion, your charisma, your fighting spirit to be the best in the world but now you are the personification of "the wrong place at the wrong time" my dear friend. This is not Civil War, this is not for a shot, this is for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship, and you're up against three competitors who have tasted that belt. However, I'm not underestimating your skills Mr. Bishop. I'm trying to help you see the reality of exactly what you're going up against because you've seen what I can do in the ring and to a person so I'm wondering how far you're willing to go in order to protect yourself and your Brotherhood. There is a fine line between walking the path alone and having others do it for you; I've walked the path by myself and tasted the rewards. Have you? Of course you have but here on out it's every man for himself, I don't give a flying fuck about anyone else as long as the UCI World Heavyweight Championship is on the line.
The Plague Spreads.
Does he poison the fields or himself?
Allow me to give the veteran advice Kevin. This match will change you and help you seek the true you inside. As you step inside the ring for the World Heavyweight Championship, you will do things you never thought you could do in the ring. Where will you stand Kevin? Will you still be that same man who fights for his Brotherhood or will you finally let go of your little toy club to grow up and be a real man? I had to face my own Guardian brother, Alex Richards, as the final two and beat him down to a bloody pulp in order to become the first ever Killing Floor winner. My name was engraved in the stones of history, I did what I had to do but for you Kevin, you don't have it much easier than the rest of us do. You're stepping into the ring to convince yourself that you have what it takes to join the legacy of the three other World Champions. Here is my vision of you:
Kevin Bishop.
Destroyer of hope.
Ghost of Brotherhood.
Inevitable for you to lose Kevin. This loss will not only shatter the faith of all the Brotherhood but cast you out from their world as UCI almost did to me. It's a natural ecosystem all leaders must endeavor to become stronger; I don't see strength in you Kevin. I see weakness. I see the little child sulking in his corner who has the same foundation as I have. We're both more alike than you think, you have your Brotherhood, I have my family. We have people who love us to death and want to see us strive. However, the ONLY difference is that I become much more stronger when I rise off my ass, you....you suck in others to drag down to hell. You're not a man, you're a martyr. When you die, another man will take your place as leader of the Brotherhood because you couldn't hack it to grasp the very concept of reaching the top of the mountain. Kevin Bishop does not deserve the World Heavyweight Championship as he an expendable chess piece on the board lucky enough to touch the other side.
Reach out for your brothers and shield them with false hope. Let their eyes watch their idol break under the arms of his superior. Their grasp of manipulation shall be set free and their free will once restored; It's as if they ate the forbidden fruit to finally know the truth that Kevin Bishop cannot bring paradise to their world thus forever trapping them in purgatory.
He stood up from the chair in the center of the octagon and walked forward to lean against the cage. Hazel eyes meeting the lens of the cameras as his fingers interlocked with the steel mesh on the cage wall.
The Brotherhood. You disgrace them. Your existence is an insult to the group, and your skills are a lie. You, Kevin, you're a fucking joke. A sham, a fraud, and damn sure a man playing God. You know what is the truth about you false prophets? They're easy to expose when they cannot fulfill the job they were meant to carry out in this world. Erin Fausse was a perfect example of how she tried to play God, and change my life but when the time came, she failed. The entire world saw how easy it was for her to bleed under my hands Kevin. How do you bleed? Trickle or Ocean? I want to know the answer ever since I laid my eyes on you winning the Civil War match and purchasing your golden ticket into the World Championship match at Black Mass. That little moment of watching your blood touch the canvas will mark the day the Brotherhood exiled you into the fringes of the UCI roster. You will suffer as much as I have suffered, and you will know pain as I have felt it. However, you do not the strength is returning to end the people who wrong you instead, Kevin Bishop will just lie down on his back accepting the truth.
A puppet master.
Needs strings.
No strings, no show.
There are no strings on me, so now I'm finally free. Oh will that song be forever praised in joyous fashion by the freed victims of your Brotherhood. I want to savor every second watching your foundation crumble on the sand you foolishly built your house on. Seeing your eyes stare into the wake of the destruction you caused when you couldn't get the job done. Bishop, you will die. Every breath taken from your lungs as the false hope is shown to the light. You want to know how to beat a shadow? Turn on the lights and let it stay on. Black Mass is perfect. All of the lights will be on all four competitors but I PROMISE you that when the match is over, one light will shine on the champion. That light will be Andre Holmes.
Take care Bishop, and spend your final days with your loved ones. Take refuge to serenade your beautiful wife, use the remaining hours to say your goodbyes, make peace with your demons. Your time is coming to an end, your days are numbered. It's time. Hell waits for no man and I damn sure impatient when it comes to the World Heavyweight Championship.
How about you Mr. Bishop? What kind of character do you present to the world when we give you power? How much do your power do you possess when surrounded by your loyal followers in the Brotherhood? How much power do you spawn when they look at you with hope glistening in their eyes, and faith pouring into your own spirit? Do you feel stronger than you already are or are you just a man waiting for his reality to check into your hotel? I ask these questions because I feel that you do not possess the same fighting spirit when you will get knocked down but we did meet on the battlefield at Killing Floor where I emerged victorious over your shortcomings. It was a match where even though our time was so little, we learned about each other. A lot emerged into our minds trying to decipher what was so special about the other but then I realized, there is nothing special about Kevin Bishop except that he is a man who is lucky enough to surround himself around others willing to fall to his feet and kiss the very ground he walks on. How do I know? I used to be that same man with the same morals and perspectives until I realized you can't trust anyone but yourself when the time comes.
Kevin Bishop. This is a welcoming party I am willing to throw in your favor. Your performance at Civil War was quite incredible, and extremely impressive. You overcame the odds and put everyone to rest including my own Guardian member, Bonnie Blue. I admire your passion, your charisma, your fighting spirit to be the best in the world but now you are the personification of "the wrong place at the wrong time" my dear friend. This is not Civil War, this is not for a shot, this is for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship, and you're up against three competitors who have tasted that belt. However, I'm not underestimating your skills Mr. Bishop. I'm trying to help you see the reality of exactly what you're going up against because you've seen what I can do in the ring and to a person so I'm wondering how far you're willing to go in order to protect yourself and your Brotherhood. There is a fine line between walking the path alone and having others do it for you; I've walked the path by myself and tasted the rewards. Have you? Of course you have but here on out it's every man for himself, I don't give a flying fuck about anyone else as long as the UCI World Heavyweight Championship is on the line.
The Plague Spreads.
Does he poison the fields or himself?
Allow me to give the veteran advice Kevin. This match will change you and help you seek the true you inside. As you step inside the ring for the World Heavyweight Championship, you will do things you never thought you could do in the ring. Where will you stand Kevin? Will you still be that same man who fights for his Brotherhood or will you finally let go of your little toy club to grow up and be a real man? I had to face my own Guardian brother, Alex Richards, as the final two and beat him down to a bloody pulp in order to become the first ever Killing Floor winner. My name was engraved in the stones of history, I did what I had to do but for you Kevin, you don't have it much easier than the rest of us do. You're stepping into the ring to convince yourself that you have what it takes to join the legacy of the three other World Champions. Here is my vision of you:
Kevin Bishop.
Destroyer of hope.
Ghost of Brotherhood.
Inevitable for you to lose Kevin. This loss will not only shatter the faith of all the Brotherhood but cast you out from their world as UCI almost did to me. It's a natural ecosystem all leaders must endeavor to become stronger; I don't see strength in you Kevin. I see weakness. I see the little child sulking in his corner who has the same foundation as I have. We're both more alike than you think, you have your Brotherhood, I have my family. We have people who love us to death and want to see us strive. However, the ONLY difference is that I become much more stronger when I rise off my ass, you....you suck in others to drag down to hell. You're not a man, you're a martyr. When you die, another man will take your place as leader of the Brotherhood because you couldn't hack it to grasp the very concept of reaching the top of the mountain. Kevin Bishop does not deserve the World Heavyweight Championship as he an expendable chess piece on the board lucky enough to touch the other side.
Reach out for your brothers and shield them with false hope. Let their eyes watch their idol break under the arms of his superior. Their grasp of manipulation shall be set free and their free will once restored; It's as if they ate the forbidden fruit to finally know the truth that Kevin Bishop cannot bring paradise to their world thus forever trapping them in purgatory.
He stood up from the chair in the center of the octagon and walked forward to lean against the cage. Hazel eyes meeting the lens of the cameras as his fingers interlocked with the steel mesh on the cage wall.
The Brotherhood. You disgrace them. Your existence is an insult to the group, and your skills are a lie. You, Kevin, you're a fucking joke. A sham, a fraud, and damn sure a man playing God. You know what is the truth about you false prophets? They're easy to expose when they cannot fulfill the job they were meant to carry out in this world. Erin Fausse was a perfect example of how she tried to play God, and change my life but when the time came, she failed. The entire world saw how easy it was for her to bleed under my hands Kevin. How do you bleed? Trickle or Ocean? I want to know the answer ever since I laid my eyes on you winning the Civil War match and purchasing your golden ticket into the World Championship match at Black Mass. That little moment of watching your blood touch the canvas will mark the day the Brotherhood exiled you into the fringes of the UCI roster. You will suffer as much as I have suffered, and you will know pain as I have felt it. However, you do not the strength is returning to end the people who wrong you instead, Kevin Bishop will just lie down on his back accepting the truth.
A puppet master.
Needs strings.
No strings, no show.
There are no strings on me, so now I'm finally free. Oh will that song be forever praised in joyous fashion by the freed victims of your Brotherhood. I want to savor every second watching your foundation crumble on the sand you foolishly built your house on. Seeing your eyes stare into the wake of the destruction you caused when you couldn't get the job done. Bishop, you will die. Every breath taken from your lungs as the false hope is shown to the light. You want to know how to beat a shadow? Turn on the lights and let it stay on. Black Mass is perfect. All of the lights will be on all four competitors but I PROMISE you that when the match is over, one light will shine on the champion. That light will be Andre Holmes.
Take care Bishop, and spend your final days with your loved ones. Take refuge to serenade your beautiful wife, use the remaining hours to say your goodbyes, make peace with your demons. Your time is coming to an end, your days are numbered. It's time. Hell waits for no man and I damn sure impatient when it comes to the World Heavyweight Championship.
CHICAGO'S CATASTROPHE.
Chicago once again was under attack, enemies of The Guardians were converging to extract vengeance after months of humiliating defeats. This time was completely different. Monstrosities were pillaging the streets in the night where civilians were running away for their lives. Local authorities such as the police department and SWAT were being outnumbered and overthrown by these sort of alien beings roaming through the streets without any cause or purpose. Civilians in their path were murdered, ripped to shreds, officers becoming into pin cushions, cars thrown into shops, fire spreading through the buildings and streets. A scene of chaos ere painted by the blood of humans. Who are these monsters you ask? Believe as they are vegetables experimented on that went sour. Life was given to these vegetables were they became overgrown to human size and formed a mind of their own that got sucked into the perspective of mass murder. All type of sentient vegetables were pushing through the streets of Chicago destroying everything in sight.
Police Chief: RETREAT, BACK UP NOW! WE CAN'T HOLD THEM!
Their bullets did nothing. It just went through the vegetable's bodies like paper leaving holes but they regenerated. Texture of their skin was back to normal as the large waves kept walking forward with their mouths drooling grease to the floor. All police officers and SWAT had to retreat step by step still opening fire behind any type of cover they can get. Fear was struck in their minds, these creatures of the night tearing civilians apart like nothing. All they could do was let their bullets fly in the monster direction with hope they will die. A false hope. However, true hope was on the way. Andre Holmes was flying through the skies in a Guardian air vessel moving at such incredible speeds of a Mach 2. The specialized Guardian jet was designed with vibranium for great armor and aerodynamics while also powered by his own electrical energy for an unlimited supply. Already in his black knighted armor suit, his power was the core source. Technology way beyond its years designed by Bonnie Blue, and Alex Richards themselves with the helmet inside displaying the HUD. In his eyes, he saw all media, CCTV footage of exactly what was going down in Chicago until getting a call from Bonnie.
Bonnie Blue: Andre.
He flipped the switch on allowing the call to be received. Andre leaned back in the chair of his cockpit with his hands held tightly on the handle.
Andre Holmes: Receiving.
Bonnie Blue: Chicago has been overrun by the vegetables. We need you to eliminate all with EXTREME prejudice.
Andre Holmes: Very well, discretion?
Bonnie Blue: Use your own.
Andre Holmes: Understood.
Bonnie Blue: Andre.
Andre Holmes: Hmm?
Bonnie Blue: Be careful.
The call ended and he flipped the switch again to cease all communications. Her words echoed in his mind as Kaitlyn said the same thing before his championship defense against Celeste Mallory. He leaned his head back against the chair rest and sighed. It felt too real.
Andre Holmes: ...I will. Autopilot.
The steering bars retracted, and his seat automatically moved back. Andre's armored suit powered up to full capacity as the settings changed into battle mode. He patiently waited to get the green light but in that small time he had, all he could think about was his family. Kaitlyn, Serenity, and Athena were flashing in his head. The great memories of his family but then came the nightmares of Celeste putting the knife to their throats. How could Andre allow that to even happen was beyond his own logic. No father should ever let their enemies get that close but she did. It's why she's the most dangerous rival he's ever come across in his life, she managed to hold that cold sharp knife up to their throats and then beat him for the World Heavyweight Championship. The salt in the wound? No, it was much worse than that. She wanted to get her point across and she did but now she has another challenge of dealing with a vengeful father on the verge of spiking chaos higher than any entity in this universe.
Andre Holmes: Target sighted, ready to launch in three...two...one.
He was shot down from the jet as the doors under his seat opened to propel him down to ground zero. Andre flipped himself upside down in a nose dive to the asphalt intersection landing on the road to cut off the path between the vegetable monsters and the local authorities. The suit protected him from damage as his weight collapsed the asphalt lower than surface level while also spreading cracks in the material. The Guardian Knight stood up with his suit glowing full blue in it's black lusting scene leaving all officers to cease fire in order to gaze at this new entrant in the battlefield. The police chief took a few seconds adjusting to the sight of this new defender who hasn't had the nerve to even look behind him. He kept his arm raise as a gesture for his men to stay still while he shouted in the megaphone to Andre.
Police Chief: You in the weird...suit thingy! Reveal yourself!
Andre Holmes: Take your men and leave. I will handle this.
Police Chief: We have the situation under control, your presence is not needed! I order you to evacuate this area now, it's too danger-
The megaphone shot from his hand into one of the monster's face. It just flew from his hand leaving him puzzled, distraught. Once he saw the power, he pulled his men back entirely leaving the battlefield into Andre's hand. A line of vegetable monsters were in front of him, all types with their mouths drooling that disgusting slobber leaking onto the asphalt. His HUD brought up the characteristic of their power yet some of their abilities went unrecognized. No matter, Andre took off into a sprint until his suit was fully operational enough to enhance his own physical attributes. His enemies ran in such horrifying fashion like zombies seeing the last human flesh walking around. It was one against many...just how he enjoyed it. As they come close, Andre's power suit immediately diverted power straight to the arms where electrical energy erupted to construct to physical blades with more than enough power to slice through even diamond.
Andre Holmes: Show time motherfuckers.
Slicing and dicing! Andre started slicing these vegetable monsters like they were nothing. Their parts splashing all over the asphalts, cars, and sidewalks as he ran through battalions tearing them apart without a sheer thought in mind about how they felt. He was a monster on a rampage enjoying every second of destroying the assholes responsible for all the lives taken in Chicago. His anger got the better of him as he was surrounded by these edible beasts, finally having enough, he slammed his fists onto the asphalt thus erupting an omni-directional electromagnetic blast to incinerate all the monsters around him. They all fell to the concrete burning, some ripped up apart, and others completely obliterated from the sure force of the blast. He was victorious and Andre pressed the communicator function on his right forearm to call Alex Richards.
Alex Richards: Yes?
Andre Holmes: Done.
Alex Richards: Nice, report back in.
Andre Holmes: Sure. I'll make sure I get this place cleared up-
Alex Richards: ...What? Andre, everything okay?
Andre Holmes: ....Let me call you back in fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes? That was an understatement. The sliced up monsters suddenly started spurting out their limbs and regenerated their lost body parts. Andre in his battle suit watched with his eyes widened as the enemies he slaughtered stood back on their feet like the start of the battle. They lined up perfectly drooling that disgusting grease until one of them unleashed their greasy drool in a splash all over his suit. It was disgusting but his HUD started alerting him that the liquid was extremely corrosive, melting the vibranium which was nearly impossible. It almost started to seep through the cracks and he quickly ejected himself from the melting material. Now everything else their drool touched also melted. The asphalt, walls of the shops, cars, and anything else it came into contact with. Andre was left exposed and he didn't understand how these monsters looked so weak but could be fucking strong as shit.
Andre Holmes: ...Now you've pissed me off. I LOVE THAT SUIT!
He started blasting the vegetables over and over again but the result kept happening; The more they get blasted off, the more they regenerate with their numbers increasing. Andre kept backing up with his powers limitless with the downside that it was completely useless. For the first time as a Guardian, he met an enemy way out of his league. The monsters charged together to gain an upper hand in the numbers game and all Andre could do was construct a forcefield to block them off. Unfortunately, it was still not enough as he was pushed back from the collective strength of the monsters together. Andre was being overpowered and soon he would fall victim to them. He needed help.
Police Chief: RETREAT, BACK UP NOW! WE CAN'T HOLD THEM!
Their bullets did nothing. It just went through the vegetable's bodies like paper leaving holes but they regenerated. Texture of their skin was back to normal as the large waves kept walking forward with their mouths drooling grease to the floor. All police officers and SWAT had to retreat step by step still opening fire behind any type of cover they can get. Fear was struck in their minds, these creatures of the night tearing civilians apart like nothing. All they could do was let their bullets fly in the monster direction with hope they will die. A false hope. However, true hope was on the way. Andre Holmes was flying through the skies in a Guardian air vessel moving at such incredible speeds of a Mach 2. The specialized Guardian jet was designed with vibranium for great armor and aerodynamics while also powered by his own electrical energy for an unlimited supply. Already in his black knighted armor suit, his power was the core source. Technology way beyond its years designed by Bonnie Blue, and Alex Richards themselves with the helmet inside displaying the HUD. In his eyes, he saw all media, CCTV footage of exactly what was going down in Chicago until getting a call from Bonnie.
Bonnie Blue: Andre.
He flipped the switch on allowing the call to be received. Andre leaned back in the chair of his cockpit with his hands held tightly on the handle.
Andre Holmes: Receiving.
Bonnie Blue: Chicago has been overrun by the vegetables. We need you to eliminate all with EXTREME prejudice.
Andre Holmes: Very well, discretion?
Bonnie Blue: Use your own.
Andre Holmes: Understood.
Bonnie Blue: Andre.
Andre Holmes: Hmm?
Bonnie Blue: Be careful.
The call ended and he flipped the switch again to cease all communications. Her words echoed in his mind as Kaitlyn said the same thing before his championship defense against Celeste Mallory. He leaned his head back against the chair rest and sighed. It felt too real.
Andre Holmes: ...I will. Autopilot.
The steering bars retracted, and his seat automatically moved back. Andre's armored suit powered up to full capacity as the settings changed into battle mode. He patiently waited to get the green light but in that small time he had, all he could think about was his family. Kaitlyn, Serenity, and Athena were flashing in his head. The great memories of his family but then came the nightmares of Celeste putting the knife to their throats. How could Andre allow that to even happen was beyond his own logic. No father should ever let their enemies get that close but she did. It's why she's the most dangerous rival he's ever come across in his life, she managed to hold that cold sharp knife up to their throats and then beat him for the World Heavyweight Championship. The salt in the wound? No, it was much worse than that. She wanted to get her point across and she did but now she has another challenge of dealing with a vengeful father on the verge of spiking chaos higher than any entity in this universe.
Andre Holmes: Target sighted, ready to launch in three...two...one.
He was shot down from the jet as the doors under his seat opened to propel him down to ground zero. Andre flipped himself upside down in a nose dive to the asphalt intersection landing on the road to cut off the path between the vegetable monsters and the local authorities. The suit protected him from damage as his weight collapsed the asphalt lower than surface level while also spreading cracks in the material. The Guardian Knight stood up with his suit glowing full blue in it's black lusting scene leaving all officers to cease fire in order to gaze at this new entrant in the battlefield. The police chief took a few seconds adjusting to the sight of this new defender who hasn't had the nerve to even look behind him. He kept his arm raise as a gesture for his men to stay still while he shouted in the megaphone to Andre.
Police Chief: You in the weird...suit thingy! Reveal yourself!
Andre Holmes: Take your men and leave. I will handle this.
Police Chief: We have the situation under control, your presence is not needed! I order you to evacuate this area now, it's too danger-
The megaphone shot from his hand into one of the monster's face. It just flew from his hand leaving him puzzled, distraught. Once he saw the power, he pulled his men back entirely leaving the battlefield into Andre's hand. A line of vegetable monsters were in front of him, all types with their mouths drooling that disgusting slobber leaking onto the asphalt. His HUD brought up the characteristic of their power yet some of their abilities went unrecognized. No matter, Andre took off into a sprint until his suit was fully operational enough to enhance his own physical attributes. His enemies ran in such horrifying fashion like zombies seeing the last human flesh walking around. It was one against many...just how he enjoyed it. As they come close, Andre's power suit immediately diverted power straight to the arms where electrical energy erupted to construct to physical blades with more than enough power to slice through even diamond.
Andre Holmes: Show time motherfuckers.
Slicing and dicing! Andre started slicing these vegetable monsters like they were nothing. Their parts splashing all over the asphalts, cars, and sidewalks as he ran through battalions tearing them apart without a sheer thought in mind about how they felt. He was a monster on a rampage enjoying every second of destroying the assholes responsible for all the lives taken in Chicago. His anger got the better of him as he was surrounded by these edible beasts, finally having enough, he slammed his fists onto the asphalt thus erupting an omni-directional electromagnetic blast to incinerate all the monsters around him. They all fell to the concrete burning, some ripped up apart, and others completely obliterated from the sure force of the blast. He was victorious and Andre pressed the communicator function on his right forearm to call Alex Richards.
Alex Richards: Yes?
Andre Holmes: Done.
Alex Richards: Nice, report back in.
Andre Holmes: Sure. I'll make sure I get this place cleared up-
Alex Richards: ...What? Andre, everything okay?
Andre Holmes: ....Let me call you back in fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes? That was an understatement. The sliced up monsters suddenly started spurting out their limbs and regenerated their lost body parts. Andre in his battle suit watched with his eyes widened as the enemies he slaughtered stood back on their feet like the start of the battle. They lined up perfectly drooling that disgusting grease until one of them unleashed their greasy drool in a splash all over his suit. It was disgusting but his HUD started alerting him that the liquid was extremely corrosive, melting the vibranium which was nearly impossible. It almost started to seep through the cracks and he quickly ejected himself from the melting material. Now everything else their drool touched also melted. The asphalt, walls of the shops, cars, and anything else it came into contact with. Andre was left exposed and he didn't understand how these monsters looked so weak but could be fucking strong as shit.
Andre Holmes: ...Now you've pissed me off. I LOVE THAT SUIT!
He started blasting the vegetables over and over again but the result kept happening; The more they get blasted off, the more they regenerate with their numbers increasing. Andre kept backing up with his powers limitless with the downside that it was completely useless. For the first time as a Guardian, he met an enemy way out of his league. The monsters charged together to gain an upper hand in the numbers game and all Andre could do was construct a forcefield to block them off. Unfortunately, it was still not enough as he was pushed back from the collective strength of the monsters together. Andre was being overpowered and soon he would fall victim to them. He needed help.
THE GUARDIAN.
Here we are again Alex. Another match, another chapter in the book of the Guardians facing each other for gold yet again. Ironic that every championship match is between a Guardian vs a Guardian. Maybe we are apart of the most dominant faction in the history of UCI where every championship belt has fallen into our commodity. People say they are greedy but no one is more greedy than a group of individual with superhuman abilities fighting inside the ring with honor and pride every week. How fucking great of a hero story would that be to tell our kids? The famous tales of Andre Holmes, and Alex Richards battling each other to exchange the UCI World and Tag Team Championships in their names. It's this back and forth thing with us, one can't hold something without the other being empty handed. No matter how hard we try, we both end up on the opposite ends doing what's best to get a one up on each other whether it was the contendership, the Killing Floor, and recently the UCI Tag Team Championship Four Corners match.
Over, and over and over again. The cycle will not break, the wheel keeps on spinning. This time, this time I promise the last laugh will be from me. I am so tired of being compared to Alex Richards and losing to this guy when deep down I know I've been The Guardian putting everything on my back to ensure we are the most dominant group in UCI. Alex, I want to let you in on a little secret during Bran, Romania. I was there at Castle Frankenstein speaking to you as the words just slipped from my mouth in such poetic justice. It was satisfying to see you on that cold metal table chained up like the animal you are struggling to escape or even move from the touch of my fingers. Do you know why it was satisfying to me? It proved exactly where you are in my own vision. You're under me, you're scum to the earth. You took everything from me as you continue do so when you beat me for the UCI Tag Team Championships. This cycle of you taking everything I worked so hard for is coming to an end at Black Mass because when you push an animal into a corner with nothing to lose, that is when the animal becomes the predator.
The wheel is going to break Alex. I am so tired of watching you walk around believing that you're the next big thing to ever happen in this industry because the truth is, you've always been the guy that just manages to sneak your way into the main event without anyone saying a word. What happens if I expose you on the subject you're just simply a one hit wonder of a World Champion? Do you believe you still have a chance of successfully showing the entire UCI world that you still are the greatest World Champion you fooled them into thinking? I don't think so my Guardian brother. They need to see that Alex Richards is done with the World Champion that he can longer operate and fight his way into the title picture as he did before.
When we faced off in the Killing Floor, I showed the entire world that even YOU can bleed, and fall to my feet. The great Alex Richards was immediately obsolete during my reign as World Champion and couldn't bear to witness me holding the belt high above my head. It was time you understood how in depth my power ravaged your lands and took away all the dreams of you regaining the title ever since I demolished you inside the brutal Killing Floor cage. I showed the world how easy it was to kick my foot straight into that disgusting chin of yours watching your body fall flat on the canvas to gain the win. You're not a monster as you think you are, you're a damn overgrown punching bag at my expense. I don't care about all the shit you did in the UCI because at the end of the day, I'm going to fucking put your ass down once again in the ring but this time it will be for GOOD!
Andre chuckled then looked away from the camera. He shook his head as another idea rushed through his mind then returned visual back into the lens of the camera as he kept leaning forward against the cage wall of the Octagon.
But you know what's ironic? I bet you were also one of the critics secretly enjoying Celeste Mallory beating me in the ring. You must have been so happy on the inside to watch your own Guardian member fall down to that sadistic woman only because you were fucking livid at Killing Floor. Lets be honest Alex. You never cared for what happened to me when I needed your help for my family to be protected. In the back of your mind, you just wanted your rematch for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship and to be the one to destroy Mallory to add insult to my name. You never cared about anything but yourself. Look where we are. Two warriors wanting to destroy Celeste Mallory for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship but if anyone deserves vengeance on that bitch, it should be me. My life was almost ruined by the hands of this crazy cunt and you did nothing but watch her make a mockery out of me. You even had that slick smirk on your face when she did it, I can sense the fucking fakeness emulating from your own soul you two-faced son of a bitch.
This is why you will be put down like a sick dog who can't understand that he is hurting not only himself but the people around him. You're a fucking cancer mutating onto Bonnie, and myself. We're tired of breathing the same toxic air you put around us. It's disgusting and vile enough you had to be World Champion but now to come around again to redo what you were never meant to do. How much more does the UCI crowd have to suffer under your fucking time as World Champion? You choked this company straight to its knees and now you want to have this company be destroyed with you holding the flag for the rest of us. Do we honestly need Alex Richards? Are we really that desperate enough to have this abomination be the World Champion? Does the UCI really have to drop down on its last energy to put you at the top of the mountain? No, we don't need another Alex Richards.
We need another Andre Holmes. The UCI needs me to be the greatest of all time. I put this company on my back more than anyone else could because I love this company to death. The UCI is my home and I will do everything in its power to ensure this fucking company lives forever. SO listen to me very well Alex. Black Mass will be the final time you'll ever have a chance at the UCI World Heavyweight Championship, it will be the last time you ever step foot in the ring for such a grand opportunity.
And it damn sure will be the last time you'll ever face me again.
I will be victorious in our cycle.
The wheel will break.
It will break under MY control.
Over, and over and over again. The cycle will not break, the wheel keeps on spinning. This time, this time I promise the last laugh will be from me. I am so tired of being compared to Alex Richards and losing to this guy when deep down I know I've been The Guardian putting everything on my back to ensure we are the most dominant group in UCI. Alex, I want to let you in on a little secret during Bran, Romania. I was there at Castle Frankenstein speaking to you as the words just slipped from my mouth in such poetic justice. It was satisfying to see you on that cold metal table chained up like the animal you are struggling to escape or even move from the touch of my fingers. Do you know why it was satisfying to me? It proved exactly where you are in my own vision. You're under me, you're scum to the earth. You took everything from me as you continue do so when you beat me for the UCI Tag Team Championships. This cycle of you taking everything I worked so hard for is coming to an end at Black Mass because when you push an animal into a corner with nothing to lose, that is when the animal becomes the predator.
The wheel is going to break Alex. I am so tired of watching you walk around believing that you're the next big thing to ever happen in this industry because the truth is, you've always been the guy that just manages to sneak your way into the main event without anyone saying a word. What happens if I expose you on the subject you're just simply a one hit wonder of a World Champion? Do you believe you still have a chance of successfully showing the entire UCI world that you still are the greatest World Champion you fooled them into thinking? I don't think so my Guardian brother. They need to see that Alex Richards is done with the World Champion that he can longer operate and fight his way into the title picture as he did before.
When we faced off in the Killing Floor, I showed the entire world that even YOU can bleed, and fall to my feet. The great Alex Richards was immediately obsolete during my reign as World Champion and couldn't bear to witness me holding the belt high above my head. It was time you understood how in depth my power ravaged your lands and took away all the dreams of you regaining the title ever since I demolished you inside the brutal Killing Floor cage. I showed the world how easy it was to kick my foot straight into that disgusting chin of yours watching your body fall flat on the canvas to gain the win. You're not a monster as you think you are, you're a damn overgrown punching bag at my expense. I don't care about all the shit you did in the UCI because at the end of the day, I'm going to fucking put your ass down once again in the ring but this time it will be for GOOD!
Andre chuckled then looked away from the camera. He shook his head as another idea rushed through his mind then returned visual back into the lens of the camera as he kept leaning forward against the cage wall of the Octagon.
But you know what's ironic? I bet you were also one of the critics secretly enjoying Celeste Mallory beating me in the ring. You must have been so happy on the inside to watch your own Guardian member fall down to that sadistic woman only because you were fucking livid at Killing Floor. Lets be honest Alex. You never cared for what happened to me when I needed your help for my family to be protected. In the back of your mind, you just wanted your rematch for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship and to be the one to destroy Mallory to add insult to my name. You never cared about anything but yourself. Look where we are. Two warriors wanting to destroy Celeste Mallory for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship but if anyone deserves vengeance on that bitch, it should be me. My life was almost ruined by the hands of this crazy cunt and you did nothing but watch her make a mockery out of me. You even had that slick smirk on your face when she did it, I can sense the fucking fakeness emulating from your own soul you two-faced son of a bitch.
This is why you will be put down like a sick dog who can't understand that he is hurting not only himself but the people around him. You're a fucking cancer mutating onto Bonnie, and myself. We're tired of breathing the same toxic air you put around us. It's disgusting and vile enough you had to be World Champion but now to come around again to redo what you were never meant to do. How much more does the UCI crowd have to suffer under your fucking time as World Champion? You choked this company straight to its knees and now you want to have this company be destroyed with you holding the flag for the rest of us. Do we honestly need Alex Richards? Are we really that desperate enough to have this abomination be the World Champion? Does the UCI really have to drop down on its last energy to put you at the top of the mountain? No, we don't need another Alex Richards.
We need another Andre Holmes. The UCI needs me to be the greatest of all time. I put this company on my back more than anyone else could because I love this company to death. The UCI is my home and I will do everything in its power to ensure this fucking company lives forever. SO listen to me very well Alex. Black Mass will be the final time you'll ever have a chance at the UCI World Heavyweight Championship, it will be the last time you ever step foot in the ring for such a grand opportunity.
And it damn sure will be the last time you'll ever face me again.
I will be victorious in our cycle.
The wheel will break.
It will break under MY control.
CHICAGO IN RUIN?!
THE DEVIL.
She's crazy. She's evil. She's the devil. I was there, I felt her hands touch me. I felt everything. She took what was mine and whispered into my ears. Celeste Mallory, the devil who ruined Andre Holmes. Defamed him and let him almost dead in the ring. Everyone was talking about the greatest upset in the history of UCI where Celeste Mallory rose up to the mountain and was crowned Queen of my fucking lands. It was the worst thing to experience knowing how much was riding on the line. To ever think that this little rookie could aspire into a World Champion was beyond me but my own selfish arrogance blinded me from seeing the truth, Celeste Mallory was just like me which was the perfect reason why I fell into her trap. She baited me like blind fish onto a hook then ripped all oxygen out of lungs for me to pass out in that simple Rear Naked Choke. I failed not only my family but myself, I lost the World Title to a woman who put a knife to my family's throat then had the nerve to put salt in the wound by pressing her cheek against mine. Her cold aura took over my soul, it poisoned it. I didn't understand how this was all possible to see her holding my treasure I promised to protect until the very end of time but she found the code to unlock it. Celeste Mallory was the new World Champion and I...I the loser.
I couldn't even bear to show my face again for the next months. Do you have any idea how hard it is return to see all the faces that put their faith me in crush? I couldn't come back as the sulking loser I was, I failed them. They all put their trust in me and I squashed it in front of their very own eyes. The UCI fans needed Andre Holmes to be their shining beacon of hope, I couldn't even flick the match to burn. When I passed out in the hold, I tried to think of many ways to come back strong and still prove I wasn't out of the picture but every possible method was not good enough. I would still be at square one, fighting nobodies for a chance at another championship eight months from then but UCI picked up the phone and said they wanted to have my World Championship rematch at Black Mass. Right then I knew that my chance at redemption to the devil was right there on that specific date. Celeste Mallory is the devil, she's always been. We were just stupid not to believe her but after what she did, the answer was very clear.
The knife to all their throats. She broke into my home while I was putting down another scrub in the ring to prove she was God. She bent me down to her will and now believes she has the upper hand. You don't push a father to their limit by taking your anger out on their family, she doesn't know the feeling of having your own flesh and blood in the life of your enemy. She used that against me and it paid off well. I watched her next to my daughters, she touched them, and even placed her filthy hands on my girlfriend's pregnancy bump. She felt my unborn twins pulse and threatened to remove them before they were even born. Celeste is fucking psychotic but am I not as well? I've killed over thousands of people believing that I was doing it for a greater purpose but death is equal in the eyes of God, it's man that determines which sin is greater or lesser than the others. Our sins are equal in the eyes of God but the devil will never be equal to him. Celeste Mallory, let me tell you a little perspective about the devil you are.
You're not a devil. You're forced to do the things because just like me, you're compelled by emotions. Fear. We're both fearful. I'm afraid of losing my family as you have exposed on that Monday Night Overload when you invaded my home and nearly took their lives. I was fearful and fear drives people to do things they never thought they would do. I murdered my own priest out of fear you would beat me, I betrayed my Guardians and my family out of fear you would end me in that ring. You went after my family because you feared I would destroy the Mallory name. You wanted to bring pain, suffering and destruction to my own household when you were too busy letting your mother run around boisterously screaming you were the greatest World Champion of all time. Here is the idea between me and you. No matter how hard you try, I will return to be that thorn in your side until you give up. I will never cease fighting until I finally put you to rest Celeste.
It's not your time anymore. You've had your fun Celeste, you've done it. You've beaten me but in that short time you found something deep about myself that you never wanted to see. I'm coming back to regain what was mine in the first place. You damn well knew that your only chance of putting me down has failed hence why you're now in deep fear that Andre Holmes will return to ensure your once in a lifetime opportunity to be World Champion is just a mirage. This isn't about you anymore, it's about Andre Holmes coming back after nearly being destroyed by the hands of the devil. The devil is an entity that lives in the mind of fear but when plagued by fear, you must show courage. I thought fear was the answer to everything but I was wrong. It wasn't fear that should beat Celeste Mallory, it was courage.
I'm vulnerable now. I've always has been and will be but no longer will I use fear to beat my opponents. Instead, I will use the strength and courage of myself, my friends, my family and the world to prove that at Black Mass, I will become the new World Heavyweight Champion. Celeste Mallory, Alex Richards, Kevin Bishop. You all are amazing athletes, strong competitors, world class wrestlers BUT you all lack conviction. None of you know what its like to fall down to the bottom of the barrel after having everything you know destroyed at the hands of your worst enemy. To finally reach the end of the bottomless pit gasping for oxygen as the light above is sucked away to leave you in complete darkness. My mind was shut down forever, and the world chased me out into the exiled lands, the fringes of failure, the purgatory of a fucking loser. I was that loser, I was kicked back into square one without any chance of taking a few steps. You know what that's like? Of course you don't hence why I have the biggest advantage. I have nothing more to lose. It's time for Andre Holmes to stand up again and present himself as the strong willed warrior he once was but I'm coming back with ten times more courageous and confident knowing that my family is still alive, my friends are still with me, and loyal fans are on social media prophesying the return of their role model.
I want to officially apologize to myself. I betrayed everything I stood for when I first entered into the UCI. I should have known better but I learn from my mistakes.
To Celeste Mallory.
I'm coming for you. I'm coming for the real you. The little girl hidden under all that woman fake shit. The little girl who will clutch onto the World Heavyweight Championship begging for Andre Holmes to never take it away.
I'm coming Celeste.
I'm back.
He was outnumbered, exposed in the cold. His suit was melted down into nothing from the corrosive blood and saliva of the monsters that stood before him. Nothing he could do would strike damage in killing them off. Andre needed to find way to at least keep them down enough to extract their very bodies away from the innocents. Chicago needed to be clear for no more people to die or else it could end up in a catastrophe. As each vegetable monster lined up, they knew Andre was vulnerable without his power suit but he's not going to go down without a fight. Electrical energy started building around his body to the point where Chicago's underground power system would start to malfunction from the electromagnetic interference building from his own power. To give himself a fighting chance, Andre started absorbing all the electromagnetic energy around him even from the spectrum of the earth. His eyes turning sheer blue locking onto the energy signatures of the monsters before him. Contact was lost with the Guardians as the knight suit was destroyed so it was all or nothing.
Andre Holmes: COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES! COME ON!!!!!
Andre charged in screaming at the top of his lungs. The monsters came also in his direction flailing their arms, shrieking their corrupted voices as the final battle took place between them. As they got closer, Andre erupted a massive electromagnetic blast incinerating those in its path. Vegetables were torn apart, shredded and burned to dust. He kept fighting with all of his might punching, and kicking with the added strength of his powers increasing. He ducked under the right claw of a vegetable to bust his hand through its head then open fire with electromagnetic blasts into those behind him. Hell, he even used the environment around him by manipulating two cars to launch into each other thus crushing a vegetable in between. For hours Andre spent fighting these beasts who were able to still regenerate and multiple when severed from their bodies.
As he fought, he remembered his family. He remembered the day when Athena, and Serenity were born, the day he met Kaitlyn. Their faces flashed in his mind over and over to keep his fighting spirit and strength roaring through the charts. Andre was a loving father and a role model to everyone around him. It's been so long for Andre to be defeated in the games of war as well as in the ring. These times are when he presents himself at the strongest level. Coming back from the worst beatdown in order to ensure his future is guided to a greater path and no one could understand that better then he did. Many times his this warrior been put down by a lot of wrestlers in the path but each time he has managed to come back stronger to be the great World Champion he once was. To prove to himself that he has what it takes, he will fight until he dies hence exactly what he is doing now.
Andre Holmes: BRING IT!!!
The monsters kept swarming around an all out fighting Andre Holmes. Slaughtered, blown up, ruined, mutilated, they just kept coming back to finish him off. Andre kept fighting until the numbers game proved to be too much. One monster sliced his cheek with its sharps claw and Andre responded by blowing his head off. In the middle of this swarming circle, he was getting punched, kicked, sliced on the body by the monsters piling on top of him. He fell to his knee blasting around him until one final blow into the head knocked him down onto the cold asphalt where the vegetables finally joined in stomping, punching and clawing his body down like clay. They wouldn't stop until he was dead but still Andre was trying his best to get back up. His body couldn't handle getting continuously sliced and beaten down. His vision got blurry, his breaths were slowing down. Lights started to overcome his vision with the faces of those he loved best. Time slowed down and all that could be heard was his fading heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: I've failed you...
The words barely whispered from his lips, his vision fading. Suddenly, the monsters were all frozen. They didn't move for moments and it seemed like their bodies turned into stone. Andre lied on his back nearly naked with his apparel ripped, bleeding from the deep cuts on his chest and back, faced busted up from suffering all the punches and stomps. He lied on the asphalt in a puddle of his own blood where his regenerative factor started working to repair all the wounds. Andre saw a light shine above him, soft sounds of a helicopter rotatory spinning with someone descending from a ladder to help strap him in to bring him up into the chopper. A mere young man checked on his healing wounds also positioned him on a bed to make him more comfortable as Andre's hazel eyes slowly looked around to see his face still blurry. He found the strength to speak the words barely.
Andre Holmes: Who...who...who are you?
: ...8-Bit.
Andre Holmes: COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES! COME ON!!!!!
Andre charged in screaming at the top of his lungs. The monsters came also in his direction flailing their arms, shrieking their corrupted voices as the final battle took place between them. As they got closer, Andre erupted a massive electromagnetic blast incinerating those in its path. Vegetables were torn apart, shredded and burned to dust. He kept fighting with all of his might punching, and kicking with the added strength of his powers increasing. He ducked under the right claw of a vegetable to bust his hand through its head then open fire with electromagnetic blasts into those behind him. Hell, he even used the environment around him by manipulating two cars to launch into each other thus crushing a vegetable in between. For hours Andre spent fighting these beasts who were able to still regenerate and multiple when severed from their bodies.
As he fought, he remembered his family. He remembered the day when Athena, and Serenity were born, the day he met Kaitlyn. Their faces flashed in his mind over and over to keep his fighting spirit and strength roaring through the charts. Andre was a loving father and a role model to everyone around him. It's been so long for Andre to be defeated in the games of war as well as in the ring. These times are when he presents himself at the strongest level. Coming back from the worst beatdown in order to ensure his future is guided to a greater path and no one could understand that better then he did. Many times his this warrior been put down by a lot of wrestlers in the path but each time he has managed to come back stronger to be the great World Champion he once was. To prove to himself that he has what it takes, he will fight until he dies hence exactly what he is doing now.
Andre Holmes: BRING IT!!!
The monsters kept swarming around an all out fighting Andre Holmes. Slaughtered, blown up, ruined, mutilated, they just kept coming back to finish him off. Andre kept fighting until the numbers game proved to be too much. One monster sliced his cheek with its sharps claw and Andre responded by blowing his head off. In the middle of this swarming circle, he was getting punched, kicked, sliced on the body by the monsters piling on top of him. He fell to his knee blasting around him until one final blow into the head knocked him down onto the cold asphalt where the vegetables finally joined in stomping, punching and clawing his body down like clay. They wouldn't stop until he was dead but still Andre was trying his best to get back up. His body couldn't handle getting continuously sliced and beaten down. His vision got blurry, his breaths were slowing down. Lights started to overcome his vision with the faces of those he loved best. Time slowed down and all that could be heard was his fading heartbeat.
Andre Holmes: I've failed you...
The words barely whispered from his lips, his vision fading. Suddenly, the monsters were all frozen. They didn't move for moments and it seemed like their bodies turned into stone. Andre lied on his back nearly naked with his apparel ripped, bleeding from the deep cuts on his chest and back, faced busted up from suffering all the punches and stomps. He lied on the asphalt in a puddle of his own blood where his regenerative factor started working to repair all the wounds. Andre saw a light shine above him, soft sounds of a helicopter rotatory spinning with someone descending from a ladder to help strap him in to bring him up into the chopper. A mere young man checked on his healing wounds also positioned him on a bed to make him more comfortable as Andre's hazel eyes slowly looked around to see his face still blurry. He found the strength to speak the words barely.
Andre Holmes: Who...who...who are you?
: ...8-Bit.THE DEVIL.
She's crazy. She's evil. She's the devil. I was there, I felt her hands touch me. I felt everything. She took what was mine and whispered into my ears. Celeste Mallory, the devil who ruined Andre Holmes. Defamed him and let him almost dead in the ring. Everyone was talking about the greatest upset in the history of UCI where Celeste Mallory rose up to the mountain and was crowned Queen of my fucking lands. It was the worst thing to experience knowing how much was riding on the line. To ever think that this little rookie could aspire into a World Champion was beyond me but my own selfish arrogance blinded me from seeing the truth, Celeste Mallory was just like me which was the perfect reason why I fell into her trap. She baited me like blind fish onto a hook then ripped all oxygen out of lungs for me to pass out in that simple Rear Naked Choke. I failed not only my family but myself, I lost the World Title to a woman who put a knife to my family's throat then had the nerve to put salt in the wound by pressing her cheek against mine. Her cold aura took over my soul, it poisoned it. I didn't understand how this was all possible to see her holding my treasure I promised to protect until the very end of time but she found the code to unlock it. Celeste Mallory was the new World Champion and I...I the loser.
I couldn't even bear to show my face again for the next months. Do you have any idea how hard it is return to see all the faces that put their faith me in crush? I couldn't come back as the sulking loser I was, I failed them. They all put their trust in me and I squashed it in front of their very own eyes. The UCI fans needed Andre Holmes to be their shining beacon of hope, I couldn't even flick the match to burn. When I passed out in the hold, I tried to think of many ways to come back strong and still prove I wasn't out of the picture but every possible method was not good enough. I would still be at square one, fighting nobodies for a chance at another championship eight months from then but UCI picked up the phone and said they wanted to have my World Championship rematch at Black Mass. Right then I knew that my chance at redemption to the devil was right there on that specific date. Celeste Mallory is the devil, she's always been. We were just stupid not to believe her but after what she did, the answer was very clear.
The knife to all their throats. She broke into my home while I was putting down another scrub in the ring to prove she was God. She bent me down to her will and now believes she has the upper hand. You don't push a father to their limit by taking your anger out on their family, she doesn't know the feeling of having your own flesh and blood in the life of your enemy. She used that against me and it paid off well. I watched her next to my daughters, she touched them, and even placed her filthy hands on my girlfriend's pregnancy bump. She felt my unborn twins pulse and threatened to remove them before they were even born. Celeste is fucking psychotic but am I not as well? I've killed over thousands of people believing that I was doing it for a greater purpose but death is equal in the eyes of God, it's man that determines which sin is greater or lesser than the others. Our sins are equal in the eyes of God but the devil will never be equal to him. Celeste Mallory, let me tell you a little perspective about the devil you are.
You're not a devil. You're forced to do the things because just like me, you're compelled by emotions. Fear. We're both fearful. I'm afraid of losing my family as you have exposed on that Monday Night Overload when you invaded my home and nearly took their lives. I was fearful and fear drives people to do things they never thought they would do. I murdered my own priest out of fear you would beat me, I betrayed my Guardians and my family out of fear you would end me in that ring. You went after my family because you feared I would destroy the Mallory name. You wanted to bring pain, suffering and destruction to my own household when you were too busy letting your mother run around boisterously screaming you were the greatest World Champion of all time. Here is the idea between me and you. No matter how hard you try, I will return to be that thorn in your side until you give up. I will never cease fighting until I finally put you to rest Celeste.
It's not your time anymore. You've had your fun Celeste, you've done it. You've beaten me but in that short time you found something deep about myself that you never wanted to see. I'm coming back to regain what was mine in the first place. You damn well knew that your only chance of putting me down has failed hence why you're now in deep fear that Andre Holmes will return to ensure your once in a lifetime opportunity to be World Champion is just a mirage. This isn't about you anymore, it's about Andre Holmes coming back after nearly being destroyed by the hands of the devil. The devil is an entity that lives in the mind of fear but when plagued by fear, you must show courage. I thought fear was the answer to everything but I was wrong. It wasn't fear that should beat Celeste Mallory, it was courage.
I'm vulnerable now. I've always has been and will be but no longer will I use fear to beat my opponents. Instead, I will use the strength and courage of myself, my friends, my family and the world to prove that at Black Mass, I will become the new World Heavyweight Champion. Celeste Mallory, Alex Richards, Kevin Bishop. You all are amazing athletes, strong competitors, world class wrestlers BUT you all lack conviction. None of you know what its like to fall down to the bottom of the barrel after having everything you know destroyed at the hands of your worst enemy. To finally reach the end of the bottomless pit gasping for oxygen as the light above is sucked away to leave you in complete darkness. My mind was shut down forever, and the world chased me out into the exiled lands, the fringes of failure, the purgatory of a fucking loser. I was that loser, I was kicked back into square one without any chance of taking a few steps. You know what that's like? Of course you don't hence why I have the biggest advantage. I have nothing more to lose. It's time for Andre Holmes to stand up again and present himself as the strong willed warrior he once was but I'm coming back with ten times more courageous and confident knowing that my family is still alive, my friends are still with me, and loyal fans are on social media prophesying the return of their role model.
I want to officially apologize to myself. I betrayed everything I stood for when I first entered into the UCI. I should have known better but I learn from my mistakes.
To Celeste Mallory.
I'm coming for you. I'm coming for the real you. The little girl hidden under all that woman fake shit. The little girl who will clutch onto the World Heavyweight Championship begging for Andre Holmes to never take it away.
I'm coming Celeste.
I'm back.
