Destroy, Rebuild, Revenge.
Jul 31, 2016 14:44:49 GMT -6
Spencer Adams, Erin Fausse, and 3 more like this
Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Jul 31, 2016 14:44:49 GMT -6
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I know you're listening somewhere out there. I would be too. Hiding deep in the shadows. Cowering behind your men you so desperately call to be soldiers. I see where you are, and I am coming for you. I am coming to repay back the favor you did to me. Ever since that night, my thirst for blood has been boiling over the pot. Rage growing stronger, spreading like wildfire over the earth. Power you have given me. It hurts. It doesn't make any sense, and yet you hide your face from the truth. YOU did THIS to me. Changed me into something I never thought I could be, am I a monster now? Do I hide my face from my family, my friends, the world or do I expose you to the light?
Why me? Why did you do this to me? You said you've been watching me my entire life. Was I destined to be the one? Under your little spells like the lost princess trying to find her way home? Maybe it was something else. You saw potential in me, potential that needed to be tapped into. And once that potential was harnessed, you would do everything in your absolute power to try, and control it. Control. What is the meaning of that word?
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
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the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
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the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
SUBMIT
Submit. That word. That word stings. "Submit'. It's not even in my nature to submit. I understand the power to influence or direct people's behavior but submitting doesn't seem to register.
Why me? Why did you do this to me? You said you've been watching me my entire life. Was I destined to be the one? Under your little spells like the lost princess trying to find her way home? Maybe it was something else. You saw potential in me, potential that needed to be tapped into. And once that potential was harnessed, you would do everything in your absolute power to try, and control it. Control. What is the meaning of that word?
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
con·trol
kənˈtrōl/Submit
noun
1.
the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
SUBMIT
Submit. That word. That word stings. "Submit'. It's not even in my nature to submit. I understand the power to influence or direct people's behavior but submitting doesn't seem to register.
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OW! After everything that happened, you're still trying control me yet I've done absolutely nothing to you. So now the question is, if you can't control me, what will you do to me? Cast me away or find another subject to take my place? I don't understand. I was meant to be beautiful, the perfect form, the final version of what you seek. You always expect to control a product but when you make a bio-weapon, just what happens if it doesn't go your way? Think of me as a computer. I'm made perfectly for a specific model; people want upgrades. The bigger, and better. More efficient. More useful. More features. More, more, more more. It never ends. A bottomless pit open to gnaw on your flesh, and no peace. Happiness is what you lack in human nature. I'm going to give you eternal happiness of the Yakuza but I want you to specifically watch my match at Beachmania. This Sunday.
OW! After everything that happened, you're still trying control me yet I've done absolutely nothing to you. So now the question is, if you can't control me, what will you do to me? Cast me away or find another subject to take my place? I don't understand. I was meant to be beautiful, the perfect form, the final version of what you seek. You always expect to control a product but when you make a bio-weapon, just what happens if it doesn't go your way? Think of me as a computer. I'm made perfectly for a specific model; people want upgrades. The bigger, and better. More efficient. More useful. More features. More, more, more more. It never ends. A bottomless pit open to gnaw on your flesh, and no peace. Happiness is what you lack in human nature. I'm going to give you eternal happiness of the Yakuza but I want you to specifically watch my match at Beachmania. This Sunday.
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Beautiful isn't she? The kind of girl you want to take out to dinner, bring home to your mother. Marry, have kids, grow old, and die peacefully. All looks can be deceiving, and hers was the heartbreaking of them all. Her name is Erin Fausse, and she took what was mine the moment I stepped foot in UCI. It was a World Heavyweight Title shot, a tournament to be in the first ever UCI World Heavyweight Champion. I had her in the bag, cut her off at all corners, and she cheated. Used the referee as bait, and blindsided me with a chair into my skull. I should have been smarter but my head was not in the right mind. Ever since my humiliating defeat, she's purposed on a crusade to change who I am. She wanted to destroy the old me. The old Andre Holmes. The one that everyone fears, everyone is afraid to go after in the ring because of my best trait.
As if that wasn't enough, she had to cost me my match against Alex Richards, injure my leg that was unable to fight against Thursday Kerrigan. Yet she went on to be the first ever Rising Stars Champion. Made history as the first woman to hold a championship in UCI. Insulting. She took my destiny away, and left me in the sidelines to just wither away in the winds of change. Rubbed it in my face of her illusion of superiority when I made her drop like a sack of old leaves in our match. Hot headed, and egotistical. Two personalities I cannot stand. Ironically, the same could be said about me but I have a code of honor I always follow. She broke that code, and punishment must be bestowed. Why?
I am simply...
Relentless Relentless
As if that wasn't enough, she had to cost me my match against Alex Richards, injure my leg that was unable to fight against Thursday Kerrigan. Yet she went on to be the first ever Rising Stars Champion. Made history as the first woman to hold a championship in UCI. Insulting. She took my destiny away, and left me in the sidelines to just wither away in the winds of change. Rubbed it in my face of her illusion of superiority when I made her drop like a sack of old leaves in our match. Hot headed, and egotistical. Two personalities I cannot stand. Ironically, the same could be said about me but I have a code of honor I always follow. She broke that code, and punishment must be bestowed. Why?
I am simply...
Relentless Relentless
Relentless
Relentless Relentless
Relentless. It's the only thing I know. The path I was taught, and raised. She tried to change that. My history is a very dark, and clouded one. Nothing but bodies six feet under, destroyed lives, ruined careers. Just like every other man or woman who has come before me, all of them has been laid to waste but she tried to change that. She wanted to destroy me, DESTROY! What gives her the right to destroy me? The real me? God. God, the one above all, the entity above us all. He bestowed his right hand down on her shoulder, and gave her the mission. Eliminate Andre Holmes.
A lot of people say God is on their shoulder but in truth, he's abandoned them a long time ago. Erin is not a follower of God, she wanted to destroy me out of her own personal gain. A satisfaction she seeked, and claimed. I was almost broken in pieces, shattered my entire body. However, I realized one thing. You, and her are similar. Very similar. You both wanted to create a better me, and yet you ended up with something else. This mission you both were promised came to failure, and now you want to erase that mistake. What was that popular movie quote? "I brought you into this world, I can take you out of it". I don't give a damn about what the world wants.
The last time I checked, you two were still in it. Erin Fausse tried to destroy me. Now come Beachmania. She's going to be facing off against a monster who is hungrier than ever. To destroy something, it must be eradicated forever. Unable to regenerate or return. She made one little mistake that cost her dearly. Arrogance. Her arrogance got in the way of her mission, and she failed her God. Well, she failed herself.
Destroy. It's my turn to play that card on the field. I'm going to destroy Erin in your honor. You both wanted to create a monster out of me, and you got it. Only think you can't do is control me. You tried to destroy me but I am back, and bigger than ever. You have a chance to watch Erin erase your mistake but the guarantee is Erin has nowhere to go, no one to fall back on. She can't bend the rules to her favor because it's just that. There are no rules. No disqualifications, no count-outs. I'm stepping into her backyard with my wits, and will. She wanted it on her terms, I gave it to her. She cowered out, I made sure she wouldn't, and now she's trembling in fear because I am ready to end her.
Destroy? I accept.
BRRRRAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK! He bursts through the window of a local clothing store on the business strip of SW 40th street at two in the morning. Glass shattered everywhere on the white tiling of the floor, and Andre quickly got off his ass back to his feet. Body shivering, teeth grinding against each other. The cold night was really tearing him down, and he ripped the black hoodie, and blue denim pants off the hangers. Quickly putting them on, and then moving through the back of the building; ripping the door off his hinges. His power twisting the metal into nothing. The door fell off, and he ran out of the shop from the back as soon as the alarm went off.
What the hell was going on? This power was uncontrollable, and unable to process. The sidewalk lights were flickering, car sirens going off, and buildings having power outages around him. The more it happened, the more it rain. Heavy breathing, and sweat pouring down his face. Andre didn't want to believe it but the proof was more than what meet's the eye. Only safe place was home, and eventually he made back into his apartment strip. Power walking through the lobby after entering down on the first floor, and avoiding any hello's from the staff at reception. Andre opened the door to the stairs, and climbed up all the way to the second floor; violently opening doors on his way in.
Andre Holmes
I need to leave Chicago.
He grasped his right hand around the door knob but accidentally pushed it open. Wait, the door was already open?! Andre rushed inside, and saw his apartment destroyed. Paintings on the wall smashed, furniture ripped apart, television set ruined, his console broken. Kitchen obliterated, bathroom looked like a warzone, and his bedroom turned upside down. Dragging his feet over the ripped up white carpet, and stepping on multiple pieces of portraits of his family. He dropped to his knees, and laid there in the living room. Flat on his back, hazel eyes up, and body spread out in defeat. The Yakuza really did their hands dirty on following their word. If he didn't comply with them, bad things would happen. This is only the start.
Andre Holmes
Why?! WHY...WHY...WHY?!?!?!!!
He slammed his fists on the ruined white carpet. Stood on his hands, and knees, leaned forward, forehead pressed against a crumbled picture of his family. Andre lifted his head up, and saw the Yakuza sign of the Kai family painted on the wall with the words "See you soon" written in blood. His teeth gritted, words could barely escape. Growling under his breath as blue electricity surged around his body, and started affecting the power in his building. The more he looked at it, the angrier he got until he heard a phone ring. Andre got off the floor, and rushed inside the destroyed bed room, flipped over the bed, and found his phone still in one piece. Who called was Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre?!
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn. Tell me you're okay. Please. Tell me everything is fine right now. Are you good? Kids okay?!
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm fine, I'm fine. What is with you?
Best news of the day. He dropped back on the broken tiles, and leaned his back against the wall. Sighing in relief that his family is okay but now here comes the worst part. The Yakuza are not going to stop until he return, and does his part of the job. That means his family are in danger, and they know exactly his home in Houston. It's just a matter of time so Andre bit his lip, and couldn't hold back the emotion. Hand shaking, voice breaking up, and also eyes getting watery.
Kaitlyn Curran
Are you alright?
Andre Holmes
I'm fine. I'm just really in a bad place. I don't know who or what I am anymore Kaitlyn. Something bad has happened, and I'm not...I'm not me anymore.
Kaitlyn Curran
Is this about Erin?
Andre Holmes
Yes, no. I don't know. I don't know anything now.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre...I don't understand. I thought you were ready for Beachmania. You've been training hard for this one moment.
Andre Holmes
...And what if I fail? What if I prove her right? I'm meant to be destroyed.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre! Listen to me. I don't know what happened but I do know you are not meant to be destroyed. We all have moments in our lives that puts us at our worst but that is when we learn who we truly are. I didn't fall in love with a man who gives up, I fell in love with a man who doesn't quit. Don't quit on me now, and do not quit on your children. Andre, I love you with all my heart, and you will be the father of my first child. I need you.
Tears ran down his face. Andre was extremely blessed to have such a loving wife care about him. He looked up to the ceiling, and then to the cracked glass panels as he sat down in his shame.
Andre Holmes
I just wanna say how much I love you. I love your red hair, your attitude, the way you smile every time I make a joke. The way you hold me in our sleep, always cuddling me, being right by my side for everything I do. Being the best mother to my kids, watching over the house, and business. I love you so much, and I've been taking you for granted.
Kaitlyn Curran
...Wait...What are you saying?
He couldn't tell her the truth. The grip on his phone tightened.
Andre Holmes
...I...I...I've been cheating on you with my ex-wife.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wha-what? Are you joking? Tell me this is a joke. Tell me right now! Tell me you are fucking lieing Andre because if you aren't...
Andre Holmes
It's not a joke.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wha-How-WHAT?! WHY?!
Andre Holmes
Because I still love her.
Kaitlyn Curran
And what about me?! I'm pregnant with your child, and you do this to me?!
Andre Holmes
...I don't know.
Kaitlyn Curran
Don't fucking lie to me! You slept with her, and you have the nerve to make up some lie to make you look like the victim. I told you about the guys in my life, and I thought you were different! Now you do this to me, and make me feel like a fucking fool!
Her voice was cracked, and she was legit going to break down in tears. All he could do was listen but this is what he needed. He had to push him, and his family away as far as possible to deal with the Yakuza. It's not worth the risk of putting them in danger, he's never one to do that. The Yakuza are a vicious crime family syndicate; willing to cross the line back, and forth to put fear. Keep their reputation, and ensure no one else would even think about crossing them over.
Andre Holmes
I'm sorry.
Kaitlyn Curran
I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna see you ever again. DON'T COME HOME!
The call dropped, and he threw the phone into the wall. It smashed into pieces upon impact, and he just sat there frozen. Eyes didn't blink, no parts of his body moving. Stuck in a trance of shame, and complete disappointment. His parents would not be proud from watching over him but he had to play a hand with the cards he was dealt. Andre slowly got up from the floor, and walked into the kitchen where the only appliance left intact was the small television. A commercial was displayed with an Erin Fausse vignette promoting the match with him, and he just kept walking to the door. One thing she said stuck in his mind. Rebuild him in her image. Before he exited his apartment, he came to a halt.
Andre Holmes
Rebuild me in her image. Rebuild me. REBUILD ME?! REBUILD ME?!?!?!
Andre ran into the living room, and launched himself through the crack glass panel. Breaking through, and instantly carrying his body in the air with an electromagnetic forcefield covering his body. A blue, and white colored field that shines extremely bright, and moving at a very fast velocity into the sky of the night. Shooting star....hell fucking no.
Rebuild. That's what happens after you destroy something. A good example would be monopoly. I'm pretty sure you've played that game as a child. You roll a dice, and land on the wrong spot. Lose all your money, and have to destroy the houses you spent so much money to keep yourself from being eliminated but after a couple more turns, you've gained more than enough money to rebuild it back the way you like it. Silly example but it fits the cause. After you destroyed what you originally wanted, you have the opportunity to rebuild it in the image you pictured. That's what you want now, huh'? Destroying my apartment, freezing my assets, and eliminating the people I've known for years.
Convincing the world that Andre Holmes was ready for an upgrade or a new look. I'm not really a fan of make up but last time I looked in the mirror, my face is fine. You came with your empty promises. You, and Erin are the same. At first, you're perceived as this shining beacon of hope. The light at the end of the tunnel, the gateway into paradise but it's just a mirage. As you keep stepping closer, you realize there is absolutely nothing there but dust, and broken dreams. You feed on that. The false hope, and fear of being lied too. That's what Erin is best at. Deception is her best weapon but now I see clearly through that deception as it was telling me right from the beginning.
What the hell was going on? This power was uncontrollable, and unable to process. The sidewalk lights were flickering, car sirens going off, and buildings having power outages around him. The more it happened, the more it rain. Heavy breathing, and sweat pouring down his face. Andre didn't want to believe it but the proof was more than what meet's the eye. Only safe place was home, and eventually he made back into his apartment strip. Power walking through the lobby after entering down on the first floor, and avoiding any hello's from the staff at reception. Andre opened the door to the stairs, and climbed up all the way to the second floor; violently opening doors on his way in.
Andre Holmes
I need to leave Chicago.
He grasped his right hand around the door knob but accidentally pushed it open. Wait, the door was already open?! Andre rushed inside, and saw his apartment destroyed. Paintings on the wall smashed, furniture ripped apart, television set ruined, his console broken. Kitchen obliterated, bathroom looked like a warzone, and his bedroom turned upside down. Dragging his feet over the ripped up white carpet, and stepping on multiple pieces of portraits of his family. He dropped to his knees, and laid there in the living room. Flat on his back, hazel eyes up, and body spread out in defeat. The Yakuza really did their hands dirty on following their word. If he didn't comply with them, bad things would happen. This is only the start.
Andre Holmes
Why?! WHY...WHY...WHY?!?!?!!!
He slammed his fists on the ruined white carpet. Stood on his hands, and knees, leaned forward, forehead pressed against a crumbled picture of his family. Andre lifted his head up, and saw the Yakuza sign of the Kai family painted on the wall with the words "See you soon" written in blood. His teeth gritted, words could barely escape. Growling under his breath as blue electricity surged around his body, and started affecting the power in his building. The more he looked at it, the angrier he got until he heard a phone ring. Andre got off the floor, and rushed inside the destroyed bed room, flipped over the bed, and found his phone still in one piece. Who called was Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre?!
Andre Holmes
Kaitlyn. Tell me you're okay. Please. Tell me everything is fine right now. Are you good? Kids okay?!
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm fine, I'm fine. What is with you?
Best news of the day. He dropped back on the broken tiles, and leaned his back against the wall. Sighing in relief that his family is okay but now here comes the worst part. The Yakuza are not going to stop until he return, and does his part of the job. That means his family are in danger, and they know exactly his home in Houston. It's just a matter of time so Andre bit his lip, and couldn't hold back the emotion. Hand shaking, voice breaking up, and also eyes getting watery.
Kaitlyn Curran
Are you alright?
Andre Holmes
I'm fine. I'm just really in a bad place. I don't know who or what I am anymore Kaitlyn. Something bad has happened, and I'm not...I'm not me anymore.
Kaitlyn Curran
Is this about Erin?
Andre Holmes
Yes, no. I don't know. I don't know anything now.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre...I don't understand. I thought you were ready for Beachmania. You've been training hard for this one moment.
Andre Holmes
...And what if I fail? What if I prove her right? I'm meant to be destroyed.
Kaitlyn Curran
Andre! Listen to me. I don't know what happened but I do know you are not meant to be destroyed. We all have moments in our lives that puts us at our worst but that is when we learn who we truly are. I didn't fall in love with a man who gives up, I fell in love with a man who doesn't quit. Don't quit on me now, and do not quit on your children. Andre, I love you with all my heart, and you will be the father of my first child. I need you.
Tears ran down his face. Andre was extremely blessed to have such a loving wife care about him. He looked up to the ceiling, and then to the cracked glass panels as he sat down in his shame.
Andre Holmes
I just wanna say how much I love you. I love your red hair, your attitude, the way you smile every time I make a joke. The way you hold me in our sleep, always cuddling me, being right by my side for everything I do. Being the best mother to my kids, watching over the house, and business. I love you so much, and I've been taking you for granted.
Kaitlyn Curran
...Wait...What are you saying?
He couldn't tell her the truth. The grip on his phone tightened.
Andre Holmes
...I...I...I've been cheating on you with my ex-wife.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wha-what? Are you joking? Tell me this is a joke. Tell me right now! Tell me you are fucking lieing Andre because if you aren't...
Andre Holmes
It's not a joke.
Kaitlyn Curran
Wha-How-WHAT?! WHY?!
Andre Holmes
Because I still love her.
Kaitlyn Curran
And what about me?! I'm pregnant with your child, and you do this to me?!
Andre Holmes
...I don't know.
Kaitlyn Curran
Don't fucking lie to me! You slept with her, and you have the nerve to make up some lie to make you look like the victim. I told you about the guys in my life, and I thought you were different! Now you do this to me, and make me feel like a fucking fool!
Her voice was cracked, and she was legit going to break down in tears. All he could do was listen but this is what he needed. He had to push him, and his family away as far as possible to deal with the Yakuza. It's not worth the risk of putting them in danger, he's never one to do that. The Yakuza are a vicious crime family syndicate; willing to cross the line back, and forth to put fear. Keep their reputation, and ensure no one else would even think about crossing them over.
Andre Holmes
I'm sorry.
Kaitlyn Curran
I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna see you ever again. DON'T COME HOME!
The call dropped, and he threw the phone into the wall. It smashed into pieces upon impact, and he just sat there frozen. Eyes didn't blink, no parts of his body moving. Stuck in a trance of shame, and complete disappointment. His parents would not be proud from watching over him but he had to play a hand with the cards he was dealt. Andre slowly got up from the floor, and walked into the kitchen where the only appliance left intact was the small television. A commercial was displayed with an Erin Fausse vignette promoting the match with him, and he just kept walking to the door. One thing she said stuck in his mind. Rebuild him in her image. Before he exited his apartment, he came to a halt.
Andre Holmes
Rebuild me in her image. Rebuild me. REBUILD ME?! REBUILD ME?!?!?!
Andre ran into the living room, and launched himself through the crack glass panel. Breaking through, and instantly carrying his body in the air with an electromagnetic forcefield covering his body. A blue, and white colored field that shines extremely bright, and moving at a very fast velocity into the sky of the night. Shooting star....hell fucking no.
Rebuild. That's what happens after you destroy something. A good example would be monopoly. I'm pretty sure you've played that game as a child. You roll a dice, and land on the wrong spot. Lose all your money, and have to destroy the houses you spent so much money to keep yourself from being eliminated but after a couple more turns, you've gained more than enough money to rebuild it back the way you like it. Silly example but it fits the cause. After you destroyed what you originally wanted, you have the opportunity to rebuild it in the image you pictured. That's what you want now, huh'? Destroying my apartment, freezing my assets, and eliminating the people I've known for years.
Convincing the world that Andre Holmes was ready for an upgrade or a new look. I'm not really a fan of make up but last time I looked in the mirror, my face is fine. You came with your empty promises. You, and Erin are the same. At first, you're perceived as this shining beacon of hope. The light at the end of the tunnel, the gateway into paradise but it's just a mirage. As you keep stepping closer, you realize there is absolutely nothing there but dust, and broken dreams. You feed on that. The false hope, and fear of being lied too. That's what Erin is best at. Deception is her best weapon but now I see clearly through that deception as it was telling me right from the beginning.
"Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world." - 1 John 4: 1-6
ERIN FAUSSE
ERIN FAUSSE
ERIN FAUSSE
FAUSSE
FAUSSE PROPHET
FALSE PROPHET
ERIN FAUSSE
ERIN FAUSSE
FAUSSE
FAUSSE PROPHET
FALSE PROPHET
How could I have not seen it? The words were right in front of me but her mastery of illusions blinded me. Manipulating me through my emotions. Letting my cloud of rage blind me from the truth, and she was the false prophet who strayed me onto the path of despair. Plagued me with a field of burning destruction, my career trembling down before my eyes. I thought I couldn't be the man that my fans wanted me to be, and I gave up on providing food for my family. I've lost my family because of this woman, and her false antics. I actually believed she had power over me. After all, she said she was rebuilding me in her own image, and her prophecies of what I would do proved to be not fiction but facts.
But. Just because someone rebuilds something, doesn't mean it will always be theirs forever. Erin focused too much on rebuilding me that she forgot to rebuild herself. She lost the Rising Stars Championship to David Sanchez then submitted herself to his little Syndicate like the common sheep she would be. What happened? Did he promise her false hope? They were both ready to become UCI Tag Champions but karma is a bitch, and payback will be a cunt. She lost with David Sanchez, and I used that little tiny moment to extract my dominance in setting the No Disqualifications match against us at Beachmania. I believe the saying goes. "What goes around, comes around ten fold."
Ten fold. Ten more chairs to the face, tables to crash through, ladders. Anything at our disposal. Oh! Something just hit me Erin. You preach to the world that you will rebuild me but God said everyone was born in his image. Me, and you Burraku. Especially her. She turned out to be a false prophet so why hasn't God struck her with lightning? Give her that knock in the nog, and restore some sense into her. The answer is simple. I'm chosen to do the job for him. No one else has ever stepped up to call her out on her ego trip, and put an end to this false illusions of her power. Hence why she's so desperately prancing around to get the world on her side, everyone against me. She knows deep down inside her that I am her omega. Her end to her life, and the clock is ticking down on when should I strike.
To rebuild, you have to have a very strong foundation. Built your house upon the rock. She built this house upon quick sand. I'm going to watch her slowly drown in defeat, and then piss on her when she's seconds away from releasing her dying breath. I do not fear Erin anymore. It dawned on me. Erin is nothing but an illusion. Everything she has done is through little magic tricks, and I see past the magician's secrets. She disrespected my friend Bonnie, my family, everyone I know. Something I do not take kindly too, and yet she wants to rebuild me to ignore them.
She's a fool, and she will lose. Rebuilding doesn't end memories, my past. Rebuilding is making a stronger foundation but now, she's lost control. Her spell is wearing off, her manipulation cannot break my new found indomitable will. You gave me power beyond my wildest imagination Burraku but my real power was courage. Courage always beats fear, and you can ask the green lanterns. I have the courage to overcome all odds, and I fell to my absolute worst. Drenched in it, and the stench was repulsive. I'm cleansed now. I'm smooth as silk, and Erin has finally met her match. No rules, no holding back. The odds are against her, and if I lose, at least I'll savor the beat down I'll put on her body. She won't walk again.
But. Just because someone rebuilds something, doesn't mean it will always be theirs forever. Erin focused too much on rebuilding me that she forgot to rebuild herself. She lost the Rising Stars Championship to David Sanchez then submitted herself to his little Syndicate like the common sheep she would be. What happened? Did he promise her false hope? They were both ready to become UCI Tag Champions but karma is a bitch, and payback will be a cunt. She lost with David Sanchez, and I used that little tiny moment to extract my dominance in setting the No Disqualifications match against us at Beachmania. I believe the saying goes. "What goes around, comes around ten fold."
Ten fold. Ten more chairs to the face, tables to crash through, ladders. Anything at our disposal. Oh! Something just hit me Erin. You preach to the world that you will rebuild me but God said everyone was born in his image. Me, and you Burraku. Especially her. She turned out to be a false prophet so why hasn't God struck her with lightning? Give her that knock in the nog, and restore some sense into her. The answer is simple. I'm chosen to do the job for him. No one else has ever stepped up to call her out on her ego trip, and put an end to this false illusions of her power. Hence why she's so desperately prancing around to get the world on her side, everyone against me. She knows deep down inside her that I am her omega. Her end to her life, and the clock is ticking down on when should I strike.
To rebuild, you have to have a very strong foundation. Built your house upon the rock. She built this house upon quick sand. I'm going to watch her slowly drown in defeat, and then piss on her when she's seconds away from releasing her dying breath. I do not fear Erin anymore. It dawned on me. Erin is nothing but an illusion. Everything she has done is through little magic tricks, and I see past the magician's secrets. She disrespected my friend Bonnie, my family, everyone I know. Something I do not take kindly too, and yet she wants to rebuild me to ignore them.
She's a fool, and she will lose. Rebuilding doesn't end memories, my past. Rebuilding is making a stronger foundation but now, she's lost control. Her spell is wearing off, her manipulation cannot break my new found indomitable will. You gave me power beyond my wildest imagination Burraku but my real power was courage. Courage always beats fear, and you can ask the green lanterns. I have the courage to overcome all odds, and I fell to my absolute worst. Drenched in it, and the stench was repulsive. I'm cleansed now. I'm smooth as silk, and Erin has finally met her match. No rules, no holding back. The odds are against her, and if I lose, at least I'll savor the beat down I'll put on her body. She won't walk again.
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If you want to test a man's character, give him power. If you want to know the kind of man he is, look at the people he surrounds himself with. However, Erin surrounds herself with evil. The Mayor of Chicago who abuses his power, turned the people from citizens to caged animals. She aligned herself with him because he had power, and he enjoys using fear. So how can she be a child of God when she's the devil's advocate? Funny right?
I, however, keep my friends, and loyal fans to me. My family is what I thought is all I needed but I was wrong. I need all the help I can get. We stand together as one, and we carry on. One of my favourite songs because it speaks the truth. Gainesville Florida is waiting for us Erin but they're waiting to show you exactly how much they hate you. I will stand with the fans. No matter what class they are, how they think, what they believe them, I will be their REAL shining light at the end of the tunnel, and their true hope. One will rise, and one will fall but for Erin's sake Kai, she's going to fall no matter who wins I can promise you that.
A body flew through the door. Crashing through the wood, splitting the door into multiple pieces of what it used to be. The room was fairly small with only a television, few couches, and a table. Four japanese men sitting around playing poker, gambling their lives away. Once the body went through the door, they all jumped out of the seats. A few of them fell over the chair, and rest reached for the nearest guns or knives on the furniture. However, the metallic weapons started floating in the air away from their grasp, and were well aimed at their bodies. All four men dressed in ragged clothing raised their hands as Andre walked in with his grey hoodie over his head, and blue eyes glowing brightly. He smirked. Smelling the fear as they watched him with their mouths dropped in awe.
Andre Holmes
Hello gentlemen. Mind if I sit down?
The chair closest to him dragged against the concrete, and spin around allowing to sit forward on the chair. Arms placed on the top of the chair, and chin pinned down against it. He just sat there, and watched the men back up against the wall with his their hands raised. Shitting their pants, pissing themselves. That fear of death was in their eyes.
Andre Holmes
So. Whose going to talk?
Man #1
T-Talk...?
Andre Holmes
...Where is Burraku Kai?
Man #3
We don't know who that is.
A pistol floating in the air aimed at the man's leg, and fired a bullet into his right leg. It tore through his flesh, and splattered blood on the wall. He dropped to the concrete covering the wound that went in, and out, rolling back, and forth yelling at the top of his lungs. Andre just clicked his tongue, and wagged his finger.
Andre Holmes
I don't like being lied to. If I have to ask one more time, I'll splatter your brains across the wall.
Man #2
Umm...uhh....
Andre Holmes
SPEAK!!!
Man #3
Just tell him, tell him please!
A very impatient man you don't want to fuck with. The pistol shot again into his right leg, and he screamed again. Cursing expletives, and the other men just watched their friend being tortured. One of them gulped, and shook his head. It was a very uneasy situation to be in. Andre's eyes kept glowing blue, and wiggled his index finger. One of the chains nearby wrapped around the man's right leg, and hoisted him upside down. Blood rushing to his skull, and also pouring down to his face of the bleeding wounds in his flesh. The knife on the counter was electromagnetically lifted by Andre's mind, and was gently pushed against his leg. Andre smirked, and said it with a darker tone in his voice.
Andre Holmes
Tell me where the fuck is Burraku Kai, and I will pay your bills with this guy's leg.
Man #4
Okay, okay. I'll talk. Burraku Kai is in Florida.
Andre Holmes
Why is he in FLORIDA?!
His loud voice shook the room. They shook their heads, and Andre believed them. Burraku in Florida meant he was checking out Kaitlyn's place. Now that's another haven that has been scoped out, and he wants to send a message to Burraku. A perfectly nice message that says he isn't afraid of Burraku, and is coming out for blood. Andre stood up from the chair, and shifted his right hand to the left. The guns, and knives all circled to slowly press against their foreheads. The men started praying, and begging for mercy until Andre held his index finger in front of lips. Silence.
Andre Holmes
...I want you to tell him a message for me. At midnight by this Saturday, he's going to receive an encrypted file. A message just for him, and him alone. He's going to sit down, and listen to every word because it is very important. Think of it as a warning for the future to come.
He walked forward, and grabbed the gun in his hand. Pressing the end of it against the man in the middle's forehead. Right here he could end it all but instead, he pulls the trigger, and a click is heard. However for the other two left standing, and the third hanging upside down, their bodies are turned into pin cushions with bullets being fired. Each chambered empty as blood filled the room, and painted everything. The man was having tears run down his face, and Andre dropped the gun on the blood filled floor.
Andre Holmes
...It was a nice talk. Oh, and tell him what happened here. Make it detailed. Like you're posting a five thousand word roleplay on a wrestling efed.
I know you smelled the blood in that room. Looked well into the bodies. The bullet wounds covering from head to toe. Stepping in that lake of blood, you had a chill running down that cowardly spine of yours. It's the same feeling Erin is going to experience this Sunday at Beachmania. The feeling of that rude awakening how real shit just got. You both wanted to rebuild me, and now you have but your creation is coming to kill its creator. Erin thought she had power over me by using my past against me but that doesn't mean anything to me anymore. Katherine Phoenix is dead. Mr. Holden dead. The list goes on, and on. It's all but clockwork. A system I invented that saves me from caring about the rest of you motherfuckers who want me to drop dead with my ass up for you to poke even more.
Erin has nowhere to go, and no one to run to. She thinks she's safe because she has this crappy illusion of God on her when really I am the Angel of Death sent to kill her, and her first born. She tried to use my blood but instead, I'm going to use hers. Burraku. I want you to watch this match carefully. I want you to see what is just a pinch of the main course coming your way for dinner. I'm dedicating this brutal beatdown in your name so I can sense how much fear buries itself down in your heart, and watch that slick smile of yours dissapear.
You wanted a new Andre Holmes....you got it.
If you want to test a man's character, give him power. If you want to know the kind of man he is, look at the people he surrounds himself with. However, Erin surrounds herself with evil. The Mayor of Chicago who abuses his power, turned the people from citizens to caged animals. She aligned herself with him because he had power, and he enjoys using fear. So how can she be a child of God when she's the devil's advocate? Funny right?
I, however, keep my friends, and loyal fans to me. My family is what I thought is all I needed but I was wrong. I need all the help I can get. We stand together as one, and we carry on. One of my favourite songs because it speaks the truth. Gainesville Florida is waiting for us Erin but they're waiting to show you exactly how much they hate you. I will stand with the fans. No matter what class they are, how they think, what they believe them, I will be their REAL shining light at the end of the tunnel, and their true hope. One will rise, and one will fall but for Erin's sake Kai, she's going to fall no matter who wins I can promise you that.
A body flew through the door. Crashing through the wood, splitting the door into multiple pieces of what it used to be. The room was fairly small with only a television, few couches, and a table. Four japanese men sitting around playing poker, gambling their lives away. Once the body went through the door, they all jumped out of the seats. A few of them fell over the chair, and rest reached for the nearest guns or knives on the furniture. However, the metallic weapons started floating in the air away from their grasp, and were well aimed at their bodies. All four men dressed in ragged clothing raised their hands as Andre walked in with his grey hoodie over his head, and blue eyes glowing brightly. He smirked. Smelling the fear as they watched him with their mouths dropped in awe.
Andre Holmes
Hello gentlemen. Mind if I sit down?
The chair closest to him dragged against the concrete, and spin around allowing to sit forward on the chair. Arms placed on the top of the chair, and chin pinned down against it. He just sat there, and watched the men back up against the wall with his their hands raised. Shitting their pants, pissing themselves. That fear of death was in their eyes.
Andre Holmes
So. Whose going to talk?
Man #1
T-Talk...?
Andre Holmes
...Where is Burraku Kai?
Man #3
We don't know who that is.
A pistol floating in the air aimed at the man's leg, and fired a bullet into his right leg. It tore through his flesh, and splattered blood on the wall. He dropped to the concrete covering the wound that went in, and out, rolling back, and forth yelling at the top of his lungs. Andre just clicked his tongue, and wagged his finger.
Andre Holmes
I don't like being lied to. If I have to ask one more time, I'll splatter your brains across the wall.
Man #2
Umm...uhh....
Andre Holmes
SPEAK!!!
Man #3
Just tell him, tell him please!
A very impatient man you don't want to fuck with. The pistol shot again into his right leg, and he screamed again. Cursing expletives, and the other men just watched their friend being tortured. One of them gulped, and shook his head. It was a very uneasy situation to be in. Andre's eyes kept glowing blue, and wiggled his index finger. One of the chains nearby wrapped around the man's right leg, and hoisted him upside down. Blood rushing to his skull, and also pouring down to his face of the bleeding wounds in his flesh. The knife on the counter was electromagnetically lifted by Andre's mind, and was gently pushed against his leg. Andre smirked, and said it with a darker tone in his voice.
Andre Holmes
Tell me where the fuck is Burraku Kai, and I will pay your bills with this guy's leg.
Man #4
Okay, okay. I'll talk. Burraku Kai is in Florida.
Andre Holmes
Why is he in FLORIDA?!
His loud voice shook the room. They shook their heads, and Andre believed them. Burraku in Florida meant he was checking out Kaitlyn's place. Now that's another haven that has been scoped out, and he wants to send a message to Burraku. A perfectly nice message that says he isn't afraid of Burraku, and is coming out for blood. Andre stood up from the chair, and shifted his right hand to the left. The guns, and knives all circled to slowly press against their foreheads. The men started praying, and begging for mercy until Andre held his index finger in front of lips. Silence.
Andre Holmes
...I want you to tell him a message for me. At midnight by this Saturday, he's going to receive an encrypted file. A message just for him, and him alone. He's going to sit down, and listen to every word because it is very important. Think of it as a warning for the future to come.
He walked forward, and grabbed the gun in his hand. Pressing the end of it against the man in the middle's forehead. Right here he could end it all but instead, he pulls the trigger, and a click is heard. However for the other two left standing, and the third hanging upside down, their bodies are turned into pin cushions with bullets being fired. Each chambered empty as blood filled the room, and painted everything. The man was having tears run down his face, and Andre dropped the gun on the blood filled floor.
Andre Holmes
...It was a nice talk. Oh, and tell him what happened here. Make it detailed. Like you're posting a five thousand word roleplay on a wrestling efed.
I know you smelled the blood in that room. Looked well into the bodies. The bullet wounds covering from head to toe. Stepping in that lake of blood, you had a chill running down that cowardly spine of yours. It's the same feeling Erin is going to experience this Sunday at Beachmania. The feeling of that rude awakening how real shit just got. You both wanted to rebuild me, and now you have but your creation is coming to kill its creator. Erin thought she had power over me by using my past against me but that doesn't mean anything to me anymore. Katherine Phoenix is dead. Mr. Holden dead. The list goes on, and on. It's all but clockwork. A system I invented that saves me from caring about the rest of you motherfuckers who want me to drop dead with my ass up for you to poke even more.
Erin has nowhere to go, and no one to run to. She thinks she's safe because she has this crappy illusion of God on her when really I am the Angel of Death sent to kill her, and her first born. She tried to use my blood but instead, I'm going to use hers. Burraku. I want you to watch this match carefully. I want you to see what is just a pinch of the main course coming your way for dinner. I'm dedicating this brutal beatdown in your name so I can sense how much fear buries itself down in your heart, and watch that slick smile of yours dissapear.
You wanted a new Andre Holmes....you got it.
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