Compare or Contrast?
Jul 10, 2016 15:12:38 GMT -6
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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Jul 10, 2016 15:12:38 GMT -6
Just when you thought you couldn't catch a break, there's always that thorn in your side pricking into your skin. Slowly poking you until you react, and that's where your enemies victory spawns. A glimpse witnessed last week on Overload. Erin Fausse once again trying to get the advantage in mental warfare when she cost Andre another match in his UCI career. It's not the woman who takes pleasure in making other lives terrible but at least the dishonesty of hiding behind her deity as an excuse to commit such crimes. Andre was disgusted by her sudden obsession on making his life an absolute hell; almost as if she's been destined to be his jail mother, controlling him, and making him her little bitch. Andre was no one's bitch, and he refused to back down from a fight but Erin has yet to answer the call to modern warfare. That call needed to be answered, and if no response was made, it will be made for her.
After flying into Madison, Wisconsin, he's been really trying to move away his thoughts about Erin as a bigger focus is on Howard Black. Scratch that, what happened in Chicago was even worse. Certain feelings can't be rid or thrown into the trash so easily. Andre's biggest mistake. Overestimating what he could actually do but sometimes, he needs that kick in the ass to put him back on track. He left the airport with his black shades on, and that silver penance chain hanging from around his neck. A large luggage, and carry on all in the color blue; his favorite color ironically that Andre wear red for his wrestling attire. A black SUV pulls up, sponsored by the UCI talent management, right at the curb of the sidewalk outside of the airport. The chauffeur quickly gets out of the truck, and escorts his luggage in the back while Andre settles inside of the passenger seat.
It was twenty five minutes in the journey to the Marriott hotel. Andre always hated seating in the back, always felt the need to be in the passenger's seat. A weird concept but whose gonna stop him. Whether silent or loud, company always felt great to be in. Howard Black? Main Event? Damn. Surely an upgrade after the embarrassing loss Erin gave him but even with the little to no momentum he had, he's not going to let this opportunity go to waste. It's Howard Black, how the fuck you just going to let this man be passed? One of the best considered around the world, and now two men who are highly considered to be main eventers or even future Hall of Famers are going into that ring to leave everything on the line but only one can walk out with bragging rights under their belt.
Traffic was getting heavy, and time was against them. Training was the usual regime, and his MMA gym even sent him their wishes. Support even from his family was all the fuel he needed. Everything falling into place, and he was proud to represent his loyal fanbase no matter what. The SUV pulled up in front of the Marriot hotel where the chauffeur got out from his seat, and helped him with his bags. Andre left the car thanking him, fixing his grey t-shirt, and black jeans. Amazingly thankful for UCI's treatment of their talent or else it would be another shit show when he first debuted in Pro Wrestling. The bellhop service was cheeky, and pushy on carrying his luggage to his room on the fourth floor. A regular suite with two king sized beds, a large window panel wall to look at the city, custom made towels, decent living room, and a reasonable sized bathroom. Not bad so why not tip him with ten dollars?
After he left, Andre took off his red Jays, and threw himself back on the white covers of the bed nearest to the window panel. Enjoying every little bit of the experience. Hazel eyes drawing pictures on the teal colored ceiling, and constantly watching the fan spin around over, and over, and over again. He had a lot to say off his chest. Going through so much bullshit in over two weeks was bad enough, and not to mention Erin trying to predict herself as the new controller to his console. Andre quickly unzipped his carry on, and digged his hands through the terrible packing to remove his small Canon camera he always brings with him. Pressing the button on, he sat down on the black rug, and leaned his left shoulder against the window panel in the aisle with the bed, and glass bordering each sides. He smiled, confident.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
You know, it's really great that we don't know what the future has in store for us. It would almost be boring to see exactly what would happen next. In this sport, you always have to expect the unexpected. The main event of Overload is a damn good example of what that means but first, I want to address a few things. Now, I know I can be the guy to say terrible things, and sound like a complete asshole but it seems competition is getting more sensitive, and sensitive every time days pass by. What happened to the golden era where competitors would come together to say everything they had to say, leave it all in the ring, and walk with respect? Now it looks like everyone has their tails lodged up their own asses. You say one thing, and the entire world is ready to mark you down as a sexist, racist or even a man who bullies people. What the fuck has everyone been smoking? Do I have to remind everyone this is Professional Wrestling? We go into that ring, and tear each other apart for money, but for people like me, passion. I speak my mind, and I mean every word I say so if you have a problem with what I say, deal with it. Certain people have proven to be the bigger man on different occasions but no man will ever take away what I truly believe in, and stand for even with a gun loaded, and pressed against my temple.
Yet here I am today sitting down on this black rug enjoying the view. A smile on my face to show my enemies that even though I may be down, I always get back up. You want to find out the character of a competitor? Watch him fight through his worse, and I was at my worse. Erin Fausse cost me the match against Alex Richards, and laid a beat down on me when I was unable to fight back. She thinks she has the upper hand but when you push a predator too hard, they always strike back to kill. This Sunday on Overload I have a message for her but the main event is my biggest focus because this is the biggest match of my career. Give or take the World Title but this is personal. The man who've I've been compared to before multiple times, Howard Black.
Hey Howard. It's glad to have you back in UCI especially after you went AWOL in WCF. You've stepped into UCI, and already made your presence known when they through you people I've beaten before or little jobbers who just wanted to make you look good so your stock will be certified. You know damn well if you faced any real competition like me from the start, you may have not been so lucky on making your presence known to intimidate the rest of the roster. That's a genius plan on your part to beat down the rookies, jobbers, and mid-carders when the real talent is busy with other things in their paths to keep them head strong. For that I commend you but now here we stand together from the last time we met ready to beat the utter living shit out of each other, and get that one two three or submission right under our belts. Fans waiting around the world. Howard Black, Andre Holmes. Hell. Even on the UCI website they're promoting the fuck out of this match because they know. They know this match could potentially be UCI's first match of the year, or match of the decade. Warriors gravitated on fighting till' their knuckles bleed or their last breath is gone to let the fans win with a match they will never stop talking about. A beautiful dream for any mutual respected competitors, no?
Compare.
However, the issue stands that we're comparable. We have so much alike, and it bothers me. When Crow said in his little promo that Howard Black was me. I felt weird. Howard Black is Andre Holmes, Andre Holmes is Howard Black. I thought about it for a while, and it dawned on me why people thought we could be the same. Whenever my name thrown in the bin, your name was too. Ever sat down, and wondered how our lives could be so similar, our wrestling, our physical statistics or even our personalities? It's interesting. Two rivers flowing in the same direction but always ending in the same ocean. No matter how many times you try to throw a stone in each one, the current keeps on flowing, and they always meet together. It's the dream match that everyone's wanted but for us, it's something way deeper. Well for me, it's putting an end to everyone say that I am Howard Black because in reality, I think Crow was right. Howard Black wants to be Andre Holmes but what if he's wrong, Andre Holmes wants to be Howard Black. That's where the answer lies. So let's do a favor, and compare?
If you want to look at the statistics. We're basically the same guys. Howard is 5'8", I'm 5'9. He weighs ten pounds heavier than me, and we kind of look the same. Howard's more of a country guy who probably blasts country music. Rock Me Mamma like a Wagon Wheel eating subway sandwiches, and drink oriental green tea rather than beer because of maybe a dislike for the taste or he lost a beer pong bet that forced him to get a hot dog shoves up his ass. To be honest, I have no idea why I thought of that scenario for you. We're both equal men in our arsenal that is completely based on Technical High-Flying with some MMA. We both have submission finishers, and a whole lot of other shit. We curse, we wrestle, have our business, both did sports in High School. Howie, Football. Myself, Track, and Field with MMA. 100M, 200M, 400M. Yeah, I was very versatile, I wonder if my coach remembers? Anyhow! The point is that we kind are the same how we wrestle. We go in, and lay down a motherfucking ass whooping on our opponent like a father who just read his son's report card, and it was all F's.
That's why we're feared. Our opponents need to do everything they can to get inside our heads. We've both had that in our lives, and yet we come together this Sunday at Overload. No breath wasted, no energy wasted, and damn sure not likely to underestimate each other. We know what we're both capable of, and we damn sure know that neither one of us is going to cave in until someone has their bones broken or even the fact our bodies tells that we can't go on any further. Hell, we make new limits every time we are around, and we continue to fight until all the blood cells in our body become white. Our mentality. Imagine if we were a tag team Howard, we'd be fucking unstoppable.
But speaking of teams, we both were in one in WCF. Howard Black was apart of the Trios that dominated WCF. You, Occulo, and Joseph Malignaggi . I came in, and you guys took over like nobody's business. You beat The People's Choice, and you were on a roll Howard. Shit. I won the WCF Tag Team Championships with my boy Grayson back in Rebellution. Oh lookie, cookie. Another comparison to add to the mix of who is who? Both Howard Black, and Andre Holmes were in different stables that captured championships together. Wow, I wonder what's next on the list? We both hated beach crew, never liked Katherine Phoenix. Well, I hated her more than you but we really could be the same person now that I think about it. I'm not sure about your shirt size or your waist size. Do you wear size twelve shoes? I'm kidding man. See, I like to have fun with this kind of things. It really puts me in the zone but there's something else about us too?
Bingo! That's right. You were the former WCF Television Champion. Congratulations man. You got the title I failed to get on my sixth match in WCF against Stuart Slane, and Dustin Beaver when K.L Henson cost me the match. Some of the folks backstage said it was my fault for getting into their business but when you try, and ruin my salary for no good reason, what am I going to sit back there, and just take it? Oh no, no, no Howie. Another thing we can be compared to is our spirit to not take bullshit from anyone but besides your television title reign, I also became WCF Hardcore Champion WHILE I was WCF Tag Team Champion. I mean. You had separate reigns while I brought mine simultaneously but it's all good. We both held a singles, and tag title in WCF only so we can mark that right out on the list of things Andre Holmes, and Howard Black are compared too..
And based on this, we're both great guys who are family men. Putting them before ourselves because we're such nice people. Caring about who has our backs, our loyal fan base, and our families who wants us to succeed. A story of two persons who could end up brothers but I'm glad I'm facing you Howard Black. Very glad because after everything that has happened of being compared, I can finally say this to you from the bottom of my heart.
Contrast.
I...never...wanted...to...be...Howard...Black. You will never in your lives hear that Andre Holmes wanted to be someone else that isn't him, and it absolutely sickens me to the point where I want to vomit in that bathroom toilet right now. How the hell could someone actually spent a thought on deciphering that me, and you are the same when I'm the one who has had a more successful career, and a damn sure better physique that you'll never have until you die. Did you really think you could just step into UCI, and expect me to lie down on my back with legs up in the air so I could get fucked over by a man who hasn't had one fucking decent competitor? Oh? You mean Burn Out? The guy who got sent to the hospital by two bitches of Jared Holmes, and Joey Flash or the guy named Michael who can't fucking even figure out which last name was given? Is he Michael Thompson? Michael Jackson or Michael Stelzner? Shadowlove? SHADOWLOVE? Really? That's the guy you spent a week on trying to make him feel like crap. Sounds hypocritical from me as I'm the guy who spent months trying to go after Phoenix but she was hurting my friends, and my family so what excuse did you have?
"Oh Shadowlove thinks he can beat me, I'm going to make myself seem like a bigger bully, and shut him up. Ooooh." Please. You only made yourself look like the insufferable motherfucker you really are but don't worry Howard. Don't worry. You've beaten them all but you've come back because you have one goal on your mind, and trust me, don't mask it with the UCI World Heavyweight Championship. You want Scarecrow. Wow. You came back just to get Scarecrow, and I don't blame you. The guy has been on a roll, and he's made it personal so I hope you two can settle it without injuring each other because UCI needs you both to make sure we stay at the top but I don't want you to trouble yourself on dwelling on Scarecrow because this Sunday in Madison, Wisconsin; the world is finally going to get the answer of who is better than who. The answer has been ME from the fucking last time we met!
1/24/15. The day the little rookie Andre Holmes was abandoned by Dustin Beaver to face Howard Black, and Occulo in a handicap match. Who won? Me but that's in the past right? I mean. You were a different Howard Black back then, and you're suddenly a revamped man now? You would say that right? Of course you would. You always come back stronger but I come back deadlier. You poke a snake, and when it bites, you complain. Howard. I do not fear you but this is nothing personal. I'm a competitor who wants to beat the man he's been compared to but I see this as a contrast. I'm the underdog walking into the match against a veteran when I've been in this business for thirteen years travelling all around the world winning World Championships around the globe yet you were trying to become a football legend but failed? You walked out. You're known for walking out Howard.
Why did you walk out in WCF? Why did you let Dune take your place? The man you needed help with beating took your place, and your title. What happened man, and now you've shown up just as Scarecrow has been pronounced champion? Sounds like you're trying to weasel your way into the title picture by screwing everyone else over man. Whether you or Scarecrow becomes champion, I don't care. He pissed me off when he said you were me because you will never be me. I've been through worse than you, and I damn sure won't stop until I become UCI World Heavyweight Champion again. What can YOU do that others or life itself haven't done to me?! Nothing! I will walk into Overload with nothing, and leave with everything because that is the exact kind of person I am!
You read Greek? I love Greek. Zeus, and Hades. Zeus was chosen to be the King of the Gods, and he banished his brother, Hades, to rule the Underworld. Watching over Hell as he learned to feed on people's fear to grasp more power yet Zeus only cared about keeping the mortals in his little realm safe, and calm. Mount Olympus was his kingdom to run over but Hades had enough, and decided to take it for himself. He felt even though he was the rightful ruler, he was always stuck in the shadows of his brother just because he was King. Why do I have to be stuck inside the shadow of Howard Black when everyone knows I have the great power to throw him off? The reputation you hold is the only thing keeping you above me to everyone else but this Overload in the main event I am going to prove you wrong. Reputation, and big names don't win matches. Wrestling does. People have forgotten that in almost every sport. Answer this Howard. What can you do that no one else can do to put me down forever? You really think you can put me in HELL HOWARD?!
He stood on his knees, and stared deeply into the lens of the camera.
I've been through hell Howard! More hell than even God, and the Devil could give me combined. My mother doubted me, she said I would never be successful in this business, and I should have thrown it all away when I had the chance. From day one when I told I wanted to be a Pro Wrestler, she laughed at me. Took it as a joke, she never wanted me to be a wrestler. I hated her for it so much that I even ran away from home, and gone missing for six months straight. My father was an abusive person who left me at the age of fifteen. FIFTEEN. Can you believe that? He didn't care about us nor did he even care about my own mother. All we were to him was just people who kept getting under his skin just by looking at him. He would go upstairs, take a belt, and beat us both while laughing at our screams. A sadistic evil motherfucker was my father, and I still have the scars. Luckily, I don't know where he is because if I did, I would pay him a visit, and get revenge on what he did to me all along.
But I thought maybe high school would be different. Ehh, wrong! Buzzer on that answer. Everyone treated me the same. No one cared for me. No one wanted to see me succeed. They all tried to drag me down but I stuck my head out, and fought through everyone possible. I came out with a great GPA of 3.6, an SAT score of 1856, and then went on to the University of Texas to graduate with a Master in Business. I had to struggle with school, wrestling training, and work but even helping my ex-wife, Samantha, who was pregnant with my first daughter, Serenity, at eighteen. I had to go through that, and make sure they had food on their plate everyday!
But here I am now a proud father who is now struggling to even get the women of my life in place, and my kids everything they need. I've gone through so much BULLSHIT! Katherine Phoenix. A mentally ill chick was dead set on fucking raping me, killing my children, my friends, my ex-wife, my girlfriend. Everyone. Oblivion who wanted me dead because I took out Katherine forever. K.L Henson who blamed me for murdering his friend in the ring, and Erin Fausse who thinks I need God, and is trying to force me into his hands. You've come back for Scarecrow but I walked into HELL once again so tell me what can you do WHEN EVERYONE ELSE, AND LIFE ITSELF IS TRYING TO DO WORSE TO ME?!
You can't! You won't do a damn thing because you're not going to! I'm pushing through everything you can throw at me like a fucking Juggernaught going against the X-Men. We had two choices. Compare, and contrast. I chose contrast because it was very, very simple man. We're different. I've gone through worse, and yet people think I'm going to lose. They're wrong. I'm going to win. Not for me but for others who have been through shit like me or worse. Howard. I have no reason to hate you but I am never going to stop fighting until I don't have to, and now...it's you in my way. I have to get rid of you, and I will do so.
....Sunday. The final question will be put to rest.
Compare...
or...
Contrast...
After flying into Madison, Wisconsin, he's been really trying to move away his thoughts about Erin as a bigger focus is on Howard Black. Scratch that, what happened in Chicago was even worse. Certain feelings can't be rid or thrown into the trash so easily. Andre's biggest mistake. Overestimating what he could actually do but sometimes, he needs that kick in the ass to put him back on track. He left the airport with his black shades on, and that silver penance chain hanging from around his neck. A large luggage, and carry on all in the color blue; his favorite color ironically that Andre wear red for his wrestling attire. A black SUV pulls up, sponsored by the UCI talent management, right at the curb of the sidewalk outside of the airport. The chauffeur quickly gets out of the truck, and escorts his luggage in the back while Andre settles inside of the passenger seat.
It was twenty five minutes in the journey to the Marriott hotel. Andre always hated seating in the back, always felt the need to be in the passenger's seat. A weird concept but whose gonna stop him. Whether silent or loud, company always felt great to be in. Howard Black? Main Event? Damn. Surely an upgrade after the embarrassing loss Erin gave him but even with the little to no momentum he had, he's not going to let this opportunity go to waste. It's Howard Black, how the fuck you just going to let this man be passed? One of the best considered around the world, and now two men who are highly considered to be main eventers or even future Hall of Famers are going into that ring to leave everything on the line but only one can walk out with bragging rights under their belt.
Traffic was getting heavy, and time was against them. Training was the usual regime, and his MMA gym even sent him their wishes. Support even from his family was all the fuel he needed. Everything falling into place, and he was proud to represent his loyal fanbase no matter what. The SUV pulled up in front of the Marriot hotel where the chauffeur got out from his seat, and helped him with his bags. Andre left the car thanking him, fixing his grey t-shirt, and black jeans. Amazingly thankful for UCI's treatment of their talent or else it would be another shit show when he first debuted in Pro Wrestling. The bellhop service was cheeky, and pushy on carrying his luggage to his room on the fourth floor. A regular suite with two king sized beds, a large window panel wall to look at the city, custom made towels, decent living room, and a reasonable sized bathroom. Not bad so why not tip him with ten dollars?
After he left, Andre took off his red Jays, and threw himself back on the white covers of the bed nearest to the window panel. Enjoying every little bit of the experience. Hazel eyes drawing pictures on the teal colored ceiling, and constantly watching the fan spin around over, and over, and over again. He had a lot to say off his chest. Going through so much bullshit in over two weeks was bad enough, and not to mention Erin trying to predict herself as the new controller to his console. Andre quickly unzipped his carry on, and digged his hands through the terrible packing to remove his small Canon camera he always brings with him. Pressing the button on, he sat down on the black rug, and leaned his left shoulder against the window panel in the aisle with the bed, and glass bordering each sides. He smiled, confident.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
You know, it's really great that we don't know what the future has in store for us. It would almost be boring to see exactly what would happen next. In this sport, you always have to expect the unexpected. The main event of Overload is a damn good example of what that means but first, I want to address a few things. Now, I know I can be the guy to say terrible things, and sound like a complete asshole but it seems competition is getting more sensitive, and sensitive every time days pass by. What happened to the golden era where competitors would come together to say everything they had to say, leave it all in the ring, and walk with respect? Now it looks like everyone has their tails lodged up their own asses. You say one thing, and the entire world is ready to mark you down as a sexist, racist or even a man who bullies people. What the fuck has everyone been smoking? Do I have to remind everyone this is Professional Wrestling? We go into that ring, and tear each other apart for money, but for people like me, passion. I speak my mind, and I mean every word I say so if you have a problem with what I say, deal with it. Certain people have proven to be the bigger man on different occasions but no man will ever take away what I truly believe in, and stand for even with a gun loaded, and pressed against my temple.
Yet here I am today sitting down on this black rug enjoying the view. A smile on my face to show my enemies that even though I may be down, I always get back up. You want to find out the character of a competitor? Watch him fight through his worse, and I was at my worse. Erin Fausse cost me the match against Alex Richards, and laid a beat down on me when I was unable to fight back. She thinks she has the upper hand but when you push a predator too hard, they always strike back to kill. This Sunday on Overload I have a message for her but the main event is my biggest focus because this is the biggest match of my career. Give or take the World Title but this is personal. The man who've I've been compared to before multiple times, Howard Black.
Hey Howard. It's glad to have you back in UCI especially after you went AWOL in WCF. You've stepped into UCI, and already made your presence known when they through you people I've beaten before or little jobbers who just wanted to make you look good so your stock will be certified. You know damn well if you faced any real competition like me from the start, you may have not been so lucky on making your presence known to intimidate the rest of the roster. That's a genius plan on your part to beat down the rookies, jobbers, and mid-carders when the real talent is busy with other things in their paths to keep them head strong. For that I commend you but now here we stand together from the last time we met ready to beat the utter living shit out of each other, and get that one two three or submission right under our belts. Fans waiting around the world. Howard Black, Andre Holmes. Hell. Even on the UCI website they're promoting the fuck out of this match because they know. They know this match could potentially be UCI's first match of the year, or match of the decade. Warriors gravitated on fighting till' their knuckles bleed or their last breath is gone to let the fans win with a match they will never stop talking about. A beautiful dream for any mutual respected competitors, no?
Compare.
However, the issue stands that we're comparable. We have so much alike, and it bothers me. When Crow said in his little promo that Howard Black was me. I felt weird. Howard Black is Andre Holmes, Andre Holmes is Howard Black. I thought about it for a while, and it dawned on me why people thought we could be the same. Whenever my name thrown in the bin, your name was too. Ever sat down, and wondered how our lives could be so similar, our wrestling, our physical statistics or even our personalities? It's interesting. Two rivers flowing in the same direction but always ending in the same ocean. No matter how many times you try to throw a stone in each one, the current keeps on flowing, and they always meet together. It's the dream match that everyone's wanted but for us, it's something way deeper. Well for me, it's putting an end to everyone say that I am Howard Black because in reality, I think Crow was right. Howard Black wants to be Andre Holmes but what if he's wrong, Andre Holmes wants to be Howard Black. That's where the answer lies. So let's do a favor, and compare?
If you want to look at the statistics. We're basically the same guys. Howard is 5'8", I'm 5'9. He weighs ten pounds heavier than me, and we kind of look the same. Howard's more of a country guy who probably blasts country music. Rock Me Mamma like a Wagon Wheel eating subway sandwiches, and drink oriental green tea rather than beer because of maybe a dislike for the taste or he lost a beer pong bet that forced him to get a hot dog shoves up his ass. To be honest, I have no idea why I thought of that scenario for you. We're both equal men in our arsenal that is completely based on Technical High-Flying with some MMA. We both have submission finishers, and a whole lot of other shit. We curse, we wrestle, have our business, both did sports in High School. Howie, Football. Myself, Track, and Field with MMA. 100M, 200M, 400M. Yeah, I was very versatile, I wonder if my coach remembers? Anyhow! The point is that we kind are the same how we wrestle. We go in, and lay down a motherfucking ass whooping on our opponent like a father who just read his son's report card, and it was all F's.
That's why we're feared. Our opponents need to do everything they can to get inside our heads. We've both had that in our lives, and yet we come together this Sunday at Overload. No breath wasted, no energy wasted, and damn sure not likely to underestimate each other. We know what we're both capable of, and we damn sure know that neither one of us is going to cave in until someone has their bones broken or even the fact our bodies tells that we can't go on any further. Hell, we make new limits every time we are around, and we continue to fight until all the blood cells in our body become white. Our mentality. Imagine if we were a tag team Howard, we'd be fucking unstoppable.
But speaking of teams, we both were in one in WCF. Howard Black was apart of the Trios that dominated WCF. You, Occulo, and Joseph Malignaggi . I came in, and you guys took over like nobody's business. You beat The People's Choice, and you were on a roll Howard. Shit. I won the WCF Tag Team Championships with my boy Grayson back in Rebellution. Oh lookie, cookie. Another comparison to add to the mix of who is who? Both Howard Black, and Andre Holmes were in different stables that captured championships together. Wow, I wonder what's next on the list? We both hated beach crew, never liked Katherine Phoenix. Well, I hated her more than you but we really could be the same person now that I think about it. I'm not sure about your shirt size or your waist size. Do you wear size twelve shoes? I'm kidding man. See, I like to have fun with this kind of things. It really puts me in the zone but there's something else about us too?
Bingo! That's right. You were the former WCF Television Champion. Congratulations man. You got the title I failed to get on my sixth match in WCF against Stuart Slane, and Dustin Beaver when K.L Henson cost me the match. Some of the folks backstage said it was my fault for getting into their business but when you try, and ruin my salary for no good reason, what am I going to sit back there, and just take it? Oh no, no, no Howie. Another thing we can be compared to is our spirit to not take bullshit from anyone but besides your television title reign, I also became WCF Hardcore Champion WHILE I was WCF Tag Team Champion. I mean. You had separate reigns while I brought mine simultaneously but it's all good. We both held a singles, and tag title in WCF only so we can mark that right out on the list of things Andre Holmes, and Howard Black are compared too..
And based on this, we're both great guys who are family men. Putting them before ourselves because we're such nice people. Caring about who has our backs, our loyal fan base, and our families who wants us to succeed. A story of two persons who could end up brothers but I'm glad I'm facing you Howard Black. Very glad because after everything that has happened of being compared, I can finally say this to you from the bottom of my heart.
Contrast.
I...never...wanted...to...be...Howard...Black. You will never in your lives hear that Andre Holmes wanted to be someone else that isn't him, and it absolutely sickens me to the point where I want to vomit in that bathroom toilet right now. How the hell could someone actually spent a thought on deciphering that me, and you are the same when I'm the one who has had a more successful career, and a damn sure better physique that you'll never have until you die. Did you really think you could just step into UCI, and expect me to lie down on my back with legs up in the air so I could get fucked over by a man who hasn't had one fucking decent competitor? Oh? You mean Burn Out? The guy who got sent to the hospital by two bitches of Jared Holmes, and Joey Flash or the guy named Michael who can't fucking even figure out which last name was given? Is he Michael Thompson? Michael Jackson or Michael Stelzner? Shadowlove? SHADOWLOVE? Really? That's the guy you spent a week on trying to make him feel like crap. Sounds hypocritical from me as I'm the guy who spent months trying to go after Phoenix but she was hurting my friends, and my family so what excuse did you have?
"Oh Shadowlove thinks he can beat me, I'm going to make myself seem like a bigger bully, and shut him up. Ooooh." Please. You only made yourself look like the insufferable motherfucker you really are but don't worry Howard. Don't worry. You've beaten them all but you've come back because you have one goal on your mind, and trust me, don't mask it with the UCI World Heavyweight Championship. You want Scarecrow. Wow. You came back just to get Scarecrow, and I don't blame you. The guy has been on a roll, and he's made it personal so I hope you two can settle it without injuring each other because UCI needs you both to make sure we stay at the top but I don't want you to trouble yourself on dwelling on Scarecrow because this Sunday in Madison, Wisconsin; the world is finally going to get the answer of who is better than who. The answer has been ME from the fucking last time we met!
1/24/15. The day the little rookie Andre Holmes was abandoned by Dustin Beaver to face Howard Black, and Occulo in a handicap match. Who won? Me but that's in the past right? I mean. You were a different Howard Black back then, and you're suddenly a revamped man now? You would say that right? Of course you would. You always come back stronger but I come back deadlier. You poke a snake, and when it bites, you complain. Howard. I do not fear you but this is nothing personal. I'm a competitor who wants to beat the man he's been compared to but I see this as a contrast. I'm the underdog walking into the match against a veteran when I've been in this business for thirteen years travelling all around the world winning World Championships around the globe yet you were trying to become a football legend but failed? You walked out. You're known for walking out Howard.
Why did you walk out in WCF? Why did you let Dune take your place? The man you needed help with beating took your place, and your title. What happened man, and now you've shown up just as Scarecrow has been pronounced champion? Sounds like you're trying to weasel your way into the title picture by screwing everyone else over man. Whether you or Scarecrow becomes champion, I don't care. He pissed me off when he said you were me because you will never be me. I've been through worse than you, and I damn sure won't stop until I become UCI World Heavyweight Champion again. What can YOU do that others or life itself haven't done to me?! Nothing! I will walk into Overload with nothing, and leave with everything because that is the exact kind of person I am!
You read Greek? I love Greek. Zeus, and Hades. Zeus was chosen to be the King of the Gods, and he banished his brother, Hades, to rule the Underworld. Watching over Hell as he learned to feed on people's fear to grasp more power yet Zeus only cared about keeping the mortals in his little realm safe, and calm. Mount Olympus was his kingdom to run over but Hades had enough, and decided to take it for himself. He felt even though he was the rightful ruler, he was always stuck in the shadows of his brother just because he was King. Why do I have to be stuck inside the shadow of Howard Black when everyone knows I have the great power to throw him off? The reputation you hold is the only thing keeping you above me to everyone else but this Overload in the main event I am going to prove you wrong. Reputation, and big names don't win matches. Wrestling does. People have forgotten that in almost every sport. Answer this Howard. What can you do that no one else can do to put me down forever? You really think you can put me in HELL HOWARD?!
He stood on his knees, and stared deeply into the lens of the camera.
I've been through hell Howard! More hell than even God, and the Devil could give me combined. My mother doubted me, she said I would never be successful in this business, and I should have thrown it all away when I had the chance. From day one when I told I wanted to be a Pro Wrestler, she laughed at me. Took it as a joke, she never wanted me to be a wrestler. I hated her for it so much that I even ran away from home, and gone missing for six months straight. My father was an abusive person who left me at the age of fifteen. FIFTEEN. Can you believe that? He didn't care about us nor did he even care about my own mother. All we were to him was just people who kept getting under his skin just by looking at him. He would go upstairs, take a belt, and beat us both while laughing at our screams. A sadistic evil motherfucker was my father, and I still have the scars. Luckily, I don't know where he is because if I did, I would pay him a visit, and get revenge on what he did to me all along.
But I thought maybe high school would be different. Ehh, wrong! Buzzer on that answer. Everyone treated me the same. No one cared for me. No one wanted to see me succeed. They all tried to drag me down but I stuck my head out, and fought through everyone possible. I came out with a great GPA of 3.6, an SAT score of 1856, and then went on to the University of Texas to graduate with a Master in Business. I had to struggle with school, wrestling training, and work but even helping my ex-wife, Samantha, who was pregnant with my first daughter, Serenity, at eighteen. I had to go through that, and make sure they had food on their plate everyday!
But here I am now a proud father who is now struggling to even get the women of my life in place, and my kids everything they need. I've gone through so much BULLSHIT! Katherine Phoenix. A mentally ill chick was dead set on fucking raping me, killing my children, my friends, my ex-wife, my girlfriend. Everyone. Oblivion who wanted me dead because I took out Katherine forever. K.L Henson who blamed me for murdering his friend in the ring, and Erin Fausse who thinks I need God, and is trying to force me into his hands. You've come back for Scarecrow but I walked into HELL once again so tell me what can you do WHEN EVERYONE ELSE, AND LIFE ITSELF IS TRYING TO DO WORSE TO ME?!
You can't! You won't do a damn thing because you're not going to! I'm pushing through everything you can throw at me like a fucking Juggernaught going against the X-Men. We had two choices. Compare, and contrast. I chose contrast because it was very, very simple man. We're different. I've gone through worse, and yet people think I'm going to lose. They're wrong. I'm going to win. Not for me but for others who have been through shit like me or worse. Howard. I have no reason to hate you but I am never going to stop fighting until I don't have to, and now...it's you in my way. I have to get rid of you, and I will do so.
....Sunday. The final question will be put to rest.
Compare...
or...
Contrast...
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Andre slammed his hand on the alarm clock on the bed counter next to him. Seven thirty in the morning, and already the sun's rays were penetrating through the glass panel wall, and seeping through the blinds. He moaned, rubbing the crust from his eyes, and quickly leaning up while removing the blue sheets over his legs. Something felt weird; more on his back. Was he touching something? Andre's hazel eyes scanned the room until he sat up, and finally saw Samantha lying down on the bed in her sleep naked with the covers over her body. Oh shit. Breathing intensified, eyes widened, and no words were even uttered from his lips. He just sat there staring at her body as she slept in peace, and quickly took his phone up to look at the time.
Andre Holmes
...Oh boy.
He said lightly, whispering in a tone like he saw a ghost coming after him. Andre leaned forward burring his face into his hands. Here we are again back in this love triangle fest that he tried to get out. After six months, he thought he would be able to get away from his past but the truth of the matter is, he's still in love with his ex-wife. It makes sense; Samantha is the one who pushed for the divorce, and he gave up. Kaitlyn is pregnant, he already has his two kids. If they found out about all of this, what shit could go down?
Samantha turned over in her sleep, lying down on her right side which suddenly woke up. Her brunette hair all over the place as she stroked a strand from in front of her blue eyes. Rubbing the caramel skin on her face, making sure she's fine. She slowly looked up at Andre, and he tried to put on a fake smile but he just couldn't. They both sat up on the bed, and she made sure to cover herself very well with the blue sheets as they really needed to figure out what the hell is actually going.
Andre Holmes
Morning.
Samantha Pryor
Good morning.
Awkward tension was building up faster than a volcano ready to leak. You shouldn't blame them. Both of them knew Andre was currently in a relationship but Samantha doesn't know severe it is. One thing they could agree on, what happened happened. They both rekindled their love for each other in that silky smooth bed sheets, and wanted more. They couldn't stop, the pleasure was just too good. Aftermath, not so pleasurable. Nothing was said between them for a minute straight. Finding the words to speak was harder than a math equation. What were even the right words to say when you realized you still love each other, and just cheated on your current girlfriend or is home-wrecking a relationship?
Andre Holmes
Umm.
Samantha Pryor
I-I need to leave...
She quickly got dressed, and picked up her things while Andre just sat there staying down in the sheets. He got off the bed, and followed behind her in his boxers only. Dragging his large feet along the rug until pulling her arm to force her into a premature halt.
Andre Holmes
Wait. We need to talk.
Samantha Pryor
There's nothing to talk about. I shouldn't have come.
Andre Holmes
Samanth--
His phone went off. Ringing loudly, and he released his arm. Samantha shook her head, and sighed.
Samantha Pryor
Goodbye Andre.
Andre Holmes
Samantha--?
Slam! Door shut, and she was gone. Andre just exhaled, and looked up to the ceiling. Face palming from what happened. Well the phone shouldn't be left alone. Kaitlyn was on the screen, and he answered the call while sitting down on the bed leaning forward in a terrible slouching posture.
Kaitlyn Curran
Are you avoiding me now?
Wrong words to listen too right now. Andre sighed even more, and threw himself back on the bed with the phone next to his ear. Sweat dripping down his face.
Andre Holmes
N-N-No. I just...just had a weird night.
Kaitlyn Curran
You partying?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Too much.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, having fun while you're pregnant girlfriend is all alone to look after your kids. Thank you so much.
Andre Holmes
I love your sarcasm.
Andre rubbed his eyes, and was impatient to get this call over with. The risk of spilling the beans was too great, and Kaitlyn's history of guys who cheated on her was very large, and very detailed. He didn't want to be one of them but they always loved another member. Kaitlyn, however, she really invested her emotions as she thinks Andre is the one. To get pregnant at twenty five to someone you just met six months ago really shows how much she loves him.
Kaitlyn Curran
What's wrong?
Andre Holmes
I feel like an idiot. Repeating the same mistakes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Erin Fausse?
Andre Holmes
No. It's just...I don't feel like I'm learning. I'm losing in a row, Erin Fausse, I'm just making the same mistake over, and over.
Kaitlyn Curran
Hmm. I see. Maybe if you're making the same mistake over, and over, why not fix it?
Andre Holmes
That's the thing. I fix it, and it'll be worse. I'm scared.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well that's what happens. It turns out bad firstly but it'll clear everything in the end. When you make a mistake over, and over, you know it's time to fix it before it's too late. Trust me when I say that when you're too late, you're going to die inside.
Wiser words could not be said. It infected his heart to know he could lose the two women he loved the most, and even his own daughters. Tearing a man from what he loves the most is the easiest way to kill him, and Andre didn't want to die. He lied back on his bed with his heart pounding against his flesh, and eyes not even blinking as he made the decision to just tell her right then, and there.
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran
Yes?
Andre Holmes
I-I...I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran
I love you too. I gotta go. Bye.
The call ended there, and he threw his phone into the wall. What the fuck man? What the fuck is he doing? First the pregnancy, now this. As if the world wasn't going to crash down on him sooner; that probably would be a less worse fate than he's having now. Andre is stuck between this hell, and another hell. So much emotions, and heavy thinking riding into the next Overload but now it's time to do his best to push that all aside just so he can face Howard Black. The Relentless one is angry, and he needs to get everything out in the open. If Howard Black is the key, he's going to take it, and unlock a new way out. Only a matter of time.
Andre slammed his hand on the alarm clock on the bed counter next to him. Seven thirty in the morning, and already the sun's rays were penetrating through the glass panel wall, and seeping through the blinds. He moaned, rubbing the crust from his eyes, and quickly leaning up while removing the blue sheets over his legs. Something felt weird; more on his back. Was he touching something? Andre's hazel eyes scanned the room until he sat up, and finally saw Samantha lying down on the bed in her sleep naked with the covers over her body. Oh shit. Breathing intensified, eyes widened, and no words were even uttered from his lips. He just sat there staring at her body as she slept in peace, and quickly took his phone up to look at the time.
Andre Holmes
...Oh boy.
He said lightly, whispering in a tone like he saw a ghost coming after him. Andre leaned forward burring his face into his hands. Here we are again back in this love triangle fest that he tried to get out. After six months, he thought he would be able to get away from his past but the truth of the matter is, he's still in love with his ex-wife. It makes sense; Samantha is the one who pushed for the divorce, and he gave up. Kaitlyn is pregnant, he already has his two kids. If they found out about all of this, what shit could go down?
Samantha turned over in her sleep, lying down on her right side which suddenly woke up. Her brunette hair all over the place as she stroked a strand from in front of her blue eyes. Rubbing the caramel skin on her face, making sure she's fine. She slowly looked up at Andre, and he tried to put on a fake smile but he just couldn't. They both sat up on the bed, and she made sure to cover herself very well with the blue sheets as they really needed to figure out what the hell is actually going.
Andre Holmes
Morning.
Samantha Pryor
Good morning.
Awkward tension was building up faster than a volcano ready to leak. You shouldn't blame them. Both of them knew Andre was currently in a relationship but Samantha doesn't know severe it is. One thing they could agree on, what happened happened. They both rekindled their love for each other in that silky smooth bed sheets, and wanted more. They couldn't stop, the pleasure was just too good. Aftermath, not so pleasurable. Nothing was said between them for a minute straight. Finding the words to speak was harder than a math equation. What were even the right words to say when you realized you still love each other, and just cheated on your current girlfriend or is home-wrecking a relationship?
Andre Holmes
Umm.
Samantha Pryor
I-I need to leave...
She quickly got dressed, and picked up her things while Andre just sat there staying down in the sheets. He got off the bed, and followed behind her in his boxers only. Dragging his large feet along the rug until pulling her arm to force her into a premature halt.
Andre Holmes
Wait. We need to talk.
Samantha Pryor
There's nothing to talk about. I shouldn't have come.
Andre Holmes
Samanth--
His phone went off. Ringing loudly, and he released his arm. Samantha shook her head, and sighed.
Samantha Pryor
Goodbye Andre.
Andre Holmes
Samantha--?
Slam! Door shut, and she was gone. Andre just exhaled, and looked up to the ceiling. Face palming from what happened. Well the phone shouldn't be left alone. Kaitlyn was on the screen, and he answered the call while sitting down on the bed leaning forward in a terrible slouching posture.
Kaitlyn Curran
Are you avoiding me now?
Wrong words to listen too right now. Andre sighed even more, and threw himself back on the bed with the phone next to his ear. Sweat dripping down his face.
Andre Holmes
N-N-No. I just...just had a weird night.
Kaitlyn Curran
You partying?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Too much.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, having fun while you're pregnant girlfriend is all alone to look after your kids. Thank you so much.
Andre Holmes
I love your sarcasm.
Andre rubbed his eyes, and was impatient to get this call over with. The risk of spilling the beans was too great, and Kaitlyn's history of guys who cheated on her was very large, and very detailed. He didn't want to be one of them but they always loved another member. Kaitlyn, however, she really invested her emotions as she thinks Andre is the one. To get pregnant at twenty five to someone you just met six months ago really shows how much she loves him.
Kaitlyn Curran
What's wrong?
Andre Holmes
I feel like an idiot. Repeating the same mistakes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Erin Fausse?
Andre Holmes
No. It's just...I don't feel like I'm learning. I'm losing in a row, Erin Fausse, I'm just making the same mistake over, and over.
Kaitlyn Curran
Hmm. I see. Maybe if you're making the same mistake over, and over, why not fix it?
Andre Holmes
That's the thing. I fix it, and it'll be worse. I'm scared.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well that's what happens. It turns out bad firstly but it'll clear everything in the end. When you make a mistake over, and over, you know it's time to fix it before it's too late. Trust me when I say that when you're too late, you're going to die inside.
Wiser words could not be said. It infected his heart to know he could lose the two women he loved the most, and even his own daughters. Tearing a man from what he loves the most is the easiest way to kill him, and Andre didn't want to die. He lied back on his bed with his heart pounding against his flesh, and eyes not even blinking as he made the decision to just tell her right then, and there.
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran
Yes?
Andre Holmes
I-I...I love you.
Kaitlyn Curran
I love you too. I gotta go. Bye.
The call ended there, and he threw his phone into the wall. What the fuck man? What the fuck is he doing? First the pregnancy, now this. As if the world wasn't going to crash down on him sooner; that probably would be a less worse fate than he's having now. Andre is stuck between this hell, and another hell. So much emotions, and heavy thinking riding into the next Overload but now it's time to do his best to push that all aside just so he can face Howard Black. The Relentless one is angry, and he needs to get everything out in the open. If Howard Black is the key, he's going to take it, and unlock a new way out. Only a matter of time.
