Your Humerus Broke (Episode IV)
Aug 28, 2016 15:36:43 GMT -6
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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Aug 28, 2016 15:36:43 GMT -6
"I guess I'm pretty much the lone wolf. I don't say I don't like people at all, but, to tell you the truth, I only like it then if I have a chance to look deep into their hearts, and their minds." - Bela Lugosi.
What the actual fuckery was Spencer Adams thinking allowing this complete fuckery to even fuck around? Five minutes before his match against Julian Mercury, Jack Schlongson had to butt his nose into his business. Barging into his locker room unwelcomed with that slick little Joker smirk with a sinister reason behind it. For weeks, Andre has warned Jack. The message was simple, easy to read, and able to understand for anyone with even kinder-garden educational level. DO. NOT. COME. NEAR. ME. #TumblrHolmes gave him the verbal beat-down on social media, multiple tweets that could have been flagged were thrown to Jack. Despite all this negativity, and harsh threats, something in his mind was triggered to be sexually aroused, but, to make matters worse, it triggered thoughts in his head to disobey all the warnings to be near the biggest threat of his life in UCI.
As if Andre didn't have enough problems pricking him in the side over, and over like a thorn that never leaves after petting a cactus. Doesn't Jack understand anything that is said to him? Does he come from a different planet that if you say one thing, it's translated back as another thing? Andre Holmes wants absolutely nothing with Jack. No association except for one that is "Andre Holmes DEFEATS Jack Schlongson". Simple, and straight to the point. Why is this man so set on getting Andre's attention, and just being around him? The last person who focused their career on that purpose...well...you know what happened. He didn't need this type of issue again. His family is gone, his power is growing, the Yakuza have escaped, the Guardians want him to join their clan. Can you not give a fuckin' midget a break? I'm pretty sure even small guys have problems, and Andre is at the top of the list.
Storming down the hallway backstage after defeating Julian Mercury in a dominating fashion, Andre is livid. Furious. Hazel eyes straining red to the point a blood vessel might pop. The news before his match didn't lit a fire under his ass; it brought down the rapture of raining fire to his world. Andre couldn't believe the non-sense of being booked into a tag team match but with the cherry on top, he had to team with the man who has been getting on his last nerves. Jack Schlongson. Why? Jack doesn't have any experience in the ring, he's not very talented, neither is he even ready to face dire competition Andre has been receiving. Sure you can argue he hasn't he had the best luck but Andre is improving every day.
The door was slammed open. Andre entered unwrapping his MMA gloves around his hands, and threw it into the open locker that was for him. Took off his elbow pads, his arm sleeve. All threw them into that open locker with no regard of the impact. This wasn't supposed to be happening but fate just slaps us in the face. Just when you thought life was working for even one little minute, it kicks you in the nuts then laughs at you. A little trick it always plays in our minds. You can't control life. It just happens. The match was official. Meltdown was going to feature Jack Schlongson, and Andre Holmes to be on the same team but the question was...who would be the other team? Ah well. Some peace, and quiet for now. He sat there on the bench still in his black, and red wrestling attire without the accessories. Sweat glistened all over his body, breathing heavily from his match.
It wasn't until Jack, and a few other competitive talent also entered into the locker room. Andre saw Jack, and quickly got up from his seat with his back turned. He decided to quickly get dressed. Grey fitness hoodie sponsored by Reebok to cover his upper body, black silk Reebok pants, and just putting on his black, and red Reebok kicks. A few sponsorships helps to pay the bills but as Jack conversed with some of the other talent, Andre kept looking ahead in his locker. He didn't want to be surrounded with a couple of fake fucks playing best friends to use one another to get to the top. That's not his style. It's better to have enemies who hate for who you really are rather than have friends who to use you. Jack quickly took a glance of Andre, and he also turned around. The two locked eyes together in a short glare. It was almost as if there was an instant connection.
See, the problem wasn't Jack. It was why. You don't randomly go out of your way to put on this facade of being attracted by someone, and their hateful ways. Not unless you were mentally ill, and put on this belief you can really love them for who they are. Fuck. Andre was too smart to know that; there's always a god damn secret purpose with these kind of folks. Hence why he's not letting his guard down for one second especially around Jack Schlongson. Whatever this game being played, he was not going to be apart of it. Andre let it happened once, and it nearly cost him everything. His family, his career, friends, reputation. He learned from that mistake. There's an old saying.
As if Andre didn't have enough problems pricking him in the side over, and over like a thorn that never leaves after petting a cactus. Doesn't Jack understand anything that is said to him? Does he come from a different planet that if you say one thing, it's translated back as another thing? Andre Holmes wants absolutely nothing with Jack. No association except for one that is "Andre Holmes DEFEATS Jack Schlongson". Simple, and straight to the point. Why is this man so set on getting Andre's attention, and just being around him? The last person who focused their career on that purpose...well...you know what happened. He didn't need this type of issue again. His family is gone, his power is growing, the Yakuza have escaped, the Guardians want him to join their clan. Can you not give a fuckin' midget a break? I'm pretty sure even small guys have problems, and Andre is at the top of the list.
Storming down the hallway backstage after defeating Julian Mercury in a dominating fashion, Andre is livid. Furious. Hazel eyes straining red to the point a blood vessel might pop. The news before his match didn't lit a fire under his ass; it brought down the rapture of raining fire to his world. Andre couldn't believe the non-sense of being booked into a tag team match but with the cherry on top, he had to team with the man who has been getting on his last nerves. Jack Schlongson. Why? Jack doesn't have any experience in the ring, he's not very talented, neither is he even ready to face dire competition Andre has been receiving. Sure you can argue he hasn't he had the best luck but Andre is improving every day.
The door was slammed open. Andre entered unwrapping his MMA gloves around his hands, and threw it into the open locker that was for him. Took off his elbow pads, his arm sleeve. All threw them into that open locker with no regard of the impact. This wasn't supposed to be happening but fate just slaps us in the face. Just when you thought life was working for even one little minute, it kicks you in the nuts then laughs at you. A little trick it always plays in our minds. You can't control life. It just happens. The match was official. Meltdown was going to feature Jack Schlongson, and Andre Holmes to be on the same team but the question was...who would be the other team? Ah well. Some peace, and quiet for now. He sat there on the bench still in his black, and red wrestling attire without the accessories. Sweat glistened all over his body, breathing heavily from his match.
It wasn't until Jack, and a few other competitive talent also entered into the locker room. Andre saw Jack, and quickly got up from his seat with his back turned. He decided to quickly get dressed. Grey fitness hoodie sponsored by Reebok to cover his upper body, black silk Reebok pants, and just putting on his black, and red Reebok kicks. A few sponsorships helps to pay the bills but as Jack conversed with some of the other talent, Andre kept looking ahead in his locker. He didn't want to be surrounded with a couple of fake fucks playing best friends to use one another to get to the top. That's not his style. It's better to have enemies who hate for who you really are rather than have friends who to use you. Jack quickly took a glance of Andre, and he also turned around. The two locked eyes together in a short glare. It was almost as if there was an instant connection.
See, the problem wasn't Jack. It was why. You don't randomly go out of your way to put on this facade of being attracted by someone, and their hateful ways. Not unless you were mentally ill, and put on this belief you can really love them for who they are. Fuck. Andre was too smart to know that; there's always a god damn secret purpose with these kind of folks. Hence why he's not letting his guard down for one second especially around Jack Schlongson. Whatever this game being played, he was not going to be apart of it. Andre let it happened once, and it nearly cost him everything. His family, his career, friends, reputation. He learned from that mistake. There's an old saying.
"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." - Randall Terry.
Kind of ironic isn't it? That small little intense glare from Andre to Jack's smiling returning gesture was perfect. A small gesture for a small room but that wasn't the right environment to match the intensity. Something more along the lines of the MGM grand. Now that would be a perfect arena to handle all this bullshit. Jack winked his right eye at Andre, and he received it very well. Quickly pausing in his breathing for one teensy weensy second until spinning a full 180 degrees to punch the shit out of that steel locker assigned to him. Stormed out of the locker room down the hall, leaving the rest of talent to be in question of his mental state. Jack on the other hand, he was chuckling under his breath until pretending to be confused as well as the others started to ask him what's up.
Can you believe that? This CLOSE Andre was to Jack, and he winked at him. That was an opportunity to unleash hell. Grab his face, and bash his brains out on the floor for even winking at him; Andre refused to be apart of his psychological games but for what it's worth, it better be very interesting enough to satisfy his blood thirst at the end of it. He kept marching down the halls. Throwing personnel, and equipment out of his way in his blood boiling rage taking over again. Hell, his powers even manifested to fuck with the lighting, and electrical appliances around him. Overloading them or short circuiting them out hence why the lights were flickering, and shuttering too. A few moments of venting helped him to calm until Andre heard a spoiler alert for Meltdown.
Staff Member
Hey. You heard 'bout Jack, and Andre. They got the co-main event spot on Meltdown.
Right eye twitching, hands shaking in that balled fist. Andre stood there. Unable to speak any words. Teeth grinding against each other, and eyes turning almost bloodshot red. This was his opportunity squandered by the sheer pathetic Jack under his child play actions. Fuckin' already with his career. Now here he is being forced to team with a starting rookie who prefers to be put a dick in a ass rather than an entire foot. What the fuck did Jack do? Is he really that poetic on trying to be with Andre Holmes? His narrow minded thoughts, and loved filled actions are exactly the reason Katherine Phoenix is dead, and Jack might be heading down the same road. Andre continued carrying on his march. If he was going to have the co-main event, that's fine. Question is...who was the other team?
Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver.
Are you fucking kidding the world? Andre sat there dressed in a very comfortable fashion dressed for the occasion. A little black full suit with a white tie to complete the look. Black hair brushed to the back, face glowing, a nice little crystal watch to complete the look of a don. What the hell? Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver was to be their opponents. #BEACHKREW?! For those that don't know, Andre has had history with certain members of #BeachKrew. Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver were all too familiar in that past. Although he's beaten both of them before, they have a habit of causing chaos mentally, and physically. These two talented competitive talent are well oiled machine with amazing chemistry so out of all the teams to go against, it had to be them.
Andre sat there in the chair on the stage in front of the table with the microphone held tightly in his hands. He was booked to be at a promotional press conference for Meltdown this Sunday. Room was fairly large but very crowded with multimedia all over the place in front of the stage sitting down, and receiving microphones from the ushers. Camera established at the back, and corners to receive every angle, sound system well paid, and cared for by the production team. Talk about High Definition everything. Pretty sure this would be a great event, just not great news.
Although he was there, he can't show any signs of discomfort. The odds were against him as always. #BeachKrew is no joke but neither was he. The only fucking downside was Jack Schlongson who has no idea what he got himself into. Consider this friendly fire in a Call of Duty multiplayer game. Did Jack even consider the shitstorm that's about to hit them both? Andre Holmes managed to defeat Wade Moor at Lazarus, and even teamed with Dustin Beaver back in WCF against the Sentinels. Well, Beaver left him alone but he still picked up the win, was supposedly to face Beaver for the TV Title but Slane ruined that. Either way, history isn't really a good one between the two. Andre took up the microphone, and held it under his chin. A slight long sigh was heard but he answered anyways.
Andre Holmes
No worries. I've faced Dustin Beaver, and Wade Moor before but in singles matches. Both victorious, and also I am very confident in my abilities to defeat them as #BeachKrew in a Tag Team match. See. I don't care whether what each of them have to say because their track record in UCI doesn't really match what they did in WCF. The only thing similar was Dustin Beaver was both Television Champion. You know what that says? It means Dustin Beaver has already reached his glass ceiling. The Television Division is where he belongs, and where he shines at best. I don't mean to be an asshole-- well I always am but Dustin Beaver does not have what it takes to venture out of his comfort zone as we've seen with this team over, and over. He's not the kind of guy you would even trust to be on the same team when it comes to the big leagues. Isn't it ironic how we were to be on the same team against Howard Black, and Occulo? He didn't even show up for the match yet I came in, and won. He had the opportunity to face The Guardians for the UCI Tag Team Championships then lost. Oh, I know it hurts to be him but Dustin can't fuckin' do shit right.
See. He's a guy that used to be nothing but a complete fake, and backstabbing liar. You know how I know? Because I was there to see it. I stood in the locker room with him, and went to shook his head. He wouldn't even look me in the eye, and shake it. It sums up the type of character he is. Another fake I exposed. A catfish. A man who lives to be in the spotlight hence why he will always be remembered as the Television Champion, give or take the seven days then losing to Wentworth Updegraff Jr. Either way, this little good guy act isn't coming into full glance of my peripheral vision. I see a fake, and I know a fake. Dustin Beaver is that fake. He always was, and always is. The way he talks, walks, moves, drinks, eats. Everything about him is just on-camera. Behind the scenes is something else.
When you limit yourself to one thing, you can't grow better in other areas. Although Dustin Beaver may be a #BeachKrew exclusive, he's not really the best guy in this business. If push comes to shove, I'm the better man of them both. Dustin doesn't have the mentality to face against me, and win. I'm sorry if I'm not trying to be an asshole but I can't help it when history repeats itself again, and the past is coming back to invade into my future. Time, and time again I had to be associated with this motherfucking cunt. I've been in the ring with Dustin Beaver, my career has reached higher than his ever since we met each other. The greatest achievement Dustin will ever have is wrestling with Andre Holmes, and now I have to team with Jack Schlongson against Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver?
#BeachKrew against two guys who can't stand against each other. The perfect story where the odds were thrown out of my favor as usual. To make matters worse, it just seems that Jack just threw this match to get more time closer to me. The greatest doubt in my mind is he even has the capable abilities to keep his hands on them rather than on me but that's where I come in. I'm not scared of neither competitor in the ring nor outside. Half of #BeachKrew are barely even here except for Kemp who I've dominated in the past, and beat to become WCF Tag Team Champions. Maybe something Wade, and Beaver can learn from. Johnny Rabid who was Kemp's partner. Jared Holmes is yet to be seen, Andre Aquarius is probably in Ultimate Rap League facing against Aye Verb. All that is left is Beaver, and Wade Moor but Beaver in the co-main event with me?
I want him to personally call me, and say thank you. Call me Beaver, and write down a beautiful letter on how I've boosted you up into your first ever co-main event match in all of UCI because damn sure couldn't do it on your own since Wade Moor came back, and do it on your own. You should be even thanking Wade Moor for holding your hand, and walking you down the street. You had an opportunity to make a name for yourself on your own yet you couldn't do that. Are you able to capture a championship? Of course, the Television Championship as usual but lost in seven days. Since then, you haven't had much anything to even be noticed. No formidable rivalries, matches. No nothing. All you've been doing is just being a placeholder, the guy on the sideline who is just happy to be there. Dustin, you're just happy to be here.
Compared to me, I need to win so I don't have to look back at this staining my record that isn't bad enough. I need to win to ensure that the entitlement of "Relentless" isn't just another nickname. It's a lifestyle but it's being threatened not just by #BeachKrew but by Schlongson's fuckin' narrow minded ass. My very own partner, and opponents are going against me in this match. Beaver doesn't have anything that I haven't seen before. Just another regular guy trying to turn the leaf but damn sure not able to convince me or others that he has turned over to the good side. This is just a bunch of bullshit, and he knows it too. I'm surrounded by a bunch of bullshit, and fuck it. I can't stand. It's repugnant, and putrid.
Wade Moor should have known better than to come back anyways. Why is he back? Hmm. What message is he trying to bring? He is a good guy now? Is turning over a new leaf suddenly the new coding for the world that is going to accept you, and not forget about all the horrendous actions you've caused in the past? What a fuckin' joke. As a matter of fact, that's all this is. A joke. From the get go, I've had to deal with Jack Schlongson blowing up my twitter saying terrible, and outright disgusting things when I've clearly told him I NEVER wanted to be with him. I don't get it. The guy has average intelligence yet refuses to listen to my warnings, and threats. I was this close to kicking his little scrawny ass, and he took it as a joke. There is no humor is such a big match as the co-main event of Meltdown.
We're facing off against a former World Champion as well, Wade Moor. Let's go to history. He was THE man but in UCI, he is now THE bitch! I've faced Wade Moor at Lazarus, and beat him in the middle of the ring. He's lost to Crow McMorris, and then to me he hasn't been seen then he returns at #Beachmania to form #BeachKrew. I love the irony of timing there. Receives a Tag Title shot than loses. The company of what a man keeps proves only the character he has. He surrounds himself with losers because he is a loser. His own crew is broken up, half of them aren't around, and here he is believing that he, and Beaver can beat me. The reason why I say me is simple. I'm the only competitor on my team who knows exactly what he's doing, and damn sure don't need any help to do it.
What was going on Wade? Our little conversations on Twitter were so amazing with your little eerie messages, and cryptic words. You present such a mysterious persona, and aura around you that leaves your opponents with a chill down your spine. Seen as this monument of destruction, and evil yet I exposed you as a man. You've faced me with no fear, and pure sadism on your mind yet I overpowered with will, and courage. Wade. Should have stayed out of UCI when you had the chance. You came back, and already presented yourself with failure by extending your right hand to Beaver who was down on his knees on the time, and thought he would be the perfect protege; uh uh uh. Lighting doesn't strike twice in the same spot, and chance can only get you so far. Taking in the same person twice in your home doesn't make him your son, it makes him a freeloader.
I thought Wade would have known better. #BeachKrew can only help you for so long. Now you're facing off against me, and Jack expecting that you have this easy in the bag with Dustin but remember that the two of you have fallen before my feet before. Nothing you do have brought enough attention to my office that makes me shiver in my long black dress socks. The two of you are nothing. Simple. Nothing. I've seen everything you can do, you haven't seen everything I can do. I'm a living bio-weapon that seeks out whatever fucktard gets in my way, and kills them with no questions asked. However, the question I do have to ask for you is what's next after you lose to me, and Jack? Do you continue on this charade or just continue being a bunch of fuckin' pansies picking on any weak mothafucka' coming in your way? That's what #BeachKrew was best known for right?
Manipulation of the weak, and exposing their weaknesses to your strengths. The only weakness I have on my team is Jack Schlongson, and here I'm thinking not even that won't reconcile the wrongs in your life. I want you to be there when I personally hand you the ass whooping of a life time.
Wade Moor may have been the big target in the past but now, I am that bigger target. My career have ascended way higher than Dustin Beaver, and Wade Moor combined because I've worked so hard, and trained so many fuckin' times in the gym. I've beaten the best there is, I've faced the best there is, I've had constant match of the weeks. My career is breaking out, and I'm going to continue to do so until I become the UCI World Heavyweight Champion! Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver along with Jack Schlongson are the ones who are depending on me to make sure they have the greatest night of their lives. They weren't even considered on the card but thankfully, Jack came to the rescue. When my name was thrown, they were so eager to put their names into the mix. What about the other teams? Exactly. My name is what latches them like a gravitational pull around a planet.
Jack is the one who put this match on me, I never asked for it because I never needed it but I'm damn sure ready to lay down a fuckin' beat down on the two over some unresolved business. So Jack can look into this, and say he did me a favor but in reality, I'm the one doing all of them a favor. Me. Nobody else matters in this match except me, and I'm going to enjoy beating the ever lasting shit out of them both. Wanna know why?! You don't have to! Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver are absolute TRASH! There were trash from the beginning, and trash now. Not one of them can produce any talent in this tag team business. I am a former Tag Team Champion with Rebellution which I've carried higher than #BeachKrew. I'm the one dropping bombs on this tag team division, and I'm with the Guardians who hold the Tag Team Titles.
Beaver is all about himself, Wade is too busy jerking off Poseidon. Jack is too busy trying to suck my dick so I'm the only reasonable option to win this match. Ain't no one is going to take this away from me, and I mean NO-
The paparazzi, and rest of media quickly turn their attention to Jack Schlongson who finally arrived at the Press Conference. Andre watched him enter so gracefully, and excited to the camera lights flashing along with interviewers rushing up to ask him some quick off-camera questions. Once security cut them off, Jack came up on stage, walking to sit beside Andre who quickly got up from his seat, and sat down on the other end of the table. He didn't say anything to Jack, not even a breath uttered at his presence. Sat there with his hazel eyes staring forward into the crowd, and no words were given before Jack received a microphone, and a bottle of water from one of the production personnel. He leaned back in his attire which was very well modest, and professional along with his hair tied in a little ponytail. An interviewer raised his hand, and got the first question.
Interviewer
Jack. How do you feel about the co-main event of Meltdown?
Jack Schlongson
I feel great. I'm very excited to be teaming with Andre Holmes, and I'm sure he's excited to team with someone who is undefeated.
Andre took a quick sip of the water provided by the staff. He looked away as Jack said that slick comment, and rolled his eyes. One of the other interviewers stood up with the microphone held tightly in her grasp, and Andre acknowledged her.
Interviewer
Andre. You said earlier that you never wanted to be with Jack. Why?
Andre Holmes
I've said all I've said. I want nothing to do with him.
Interviewer
Your response Jack?
Jack Schlongson
I think Andre is just in shock of how big the opportunity we have. He's a very well all rounded competitor, and even though he may not have the best record, he's one of the best in UCI. To face against #BeachKrew together is an honor, and with someone I admire, a privilege.
Damn. He really isn't in the fuckin' mood to put up with this shit in the promotional press conference. Andre is really grasping the edge of the table, squeezing his hands with so much pressure they almost turn pale white. He leans back in the chair with his arms folded, and doesn't answer a single fuckin' question regarding Jack or the match as he's said everything he's supposed to before Jack arrived late. Jack on the other hand maintains a very peaceful, and collective composure. Smiling as he acknowledges other interviewers, and multimedia personnel who came from everywhere to visit this conference.
Interviewer
Why did you go out of your way to book this match?
Jack Schlongson
Well. We have a very interesting relationship, and chemistry. Obviously if we were to bring to the ring, we could be one of the most dominant tag teams in UCI history. Andre has been struggling a little in his singles record but his history of tag matches are very great towards others. For lame man's terms, he's a solid tag team wrestler, and our chemistry cannot be unmatched by others.
Andre's right lip starts to curl. His face almost reaching the end of holding together.
Interviewer
So you believe that Andre is going to benefit from teaming with you.
Jack Schlongson
Yes. I believe he'll be beneficial more than he is already.
Andre shook his head, and got up immediately. No eye contact with anyone, marching off the other side of the stage to the exit. A few security guards followed behind him in this impromptu, and abrupt conference to promote Meltdown. Jack shrugged his shoulders, and watched him leave alone for the next few minutes. It looked like Jack didn't have any idea that Andre would just storm off, and shook his head at his behavior which was very disrespectful to this entire event. However, Jack decided to continue with the show, and carry on answering questions in a polite, and classy manner.
Jack Schlongson
Apologies everyone. Andre has had a rough week so do not feel disrespected.
Can you believe that? This CLOSE Andre was to Jack, and he winked at him. That was an opportunity to unleash hell. Grab his face, and bash his brains out on the floor for even winking at him; Andre refused to be apart of his psychological games but for what it's worth, it better be very interesting enough to satisfy his blood thirst at the end of it. He kept marching down the halls. Throwing personnel, and equipment out of his way in his blood boiling rage taking over again. Hell, his powers even manifested to fuck with the lighting, and electrical appliances around him. Overloading them or short circuiting them out hence why the lights were flickering, and shuttering too. A few moments of venting helped him to calm until Andre heard a spoiler alert for Meltdown.
Staff Member
Hey. You heard 'bout Jack, and Andre. They got the co-main event spot on Meltdown.
Right eye twitching, hands shaking in that balled fist. Andre stood there. Unable to speak any words. Teeth grinding against each other, and eyes turning almost bloodshot red. This was his opportunity squandered by the sheer pathetic Jack under his child play actions. Fuckin' already with his career. Now here he is being forced to team with a starting rookie who prefers to be put a dick in a ass rather than an entire foot. What the fuck did Jack do? Is he really that poetic on trying to be with Andre Holmes? His narrow minded thoughts, and loved filled actions are exactly the reason Katherine Phoenix is dead, and Jack might be heading down the same road. Andre continued carrying on his march. If he was going to have the co-main event, that's fine. Question is...who was the other team?
Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver.
Are you fucking kidding the world? Andre sat there dressed in a very comfortable fashion dressed for the occasion. A little black full suit with a white tie to complete the look. Black hair brushed to the back, face glowing, a nice little crystal watch to complete the look of a don. What the hell? Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver was to be their opponents. #BEACHKREW?! For those that don't know, Andre has had history with certain members of #BeachKrew. Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver were all too familiar in that past. Although he's beaten both of them before, they have a habit of causing chaos mentally, and physically. These two talented competitive talent are well oiled machine with amazing chemistry so out of all the teams to go against, it had to be them.
Andre sat there in the chair on the stage in front of the table with the microphone held tightly in his hands. He was booked to be at a promotional press conference for Meltdown this Sunday. Room was fairly large but very crowded with multimedia all over the place in front of the stage sitting down, and receiving microphones from the ushers. Camera established at the back, and corners to receive every angle, sound system well paid, and cared for by the production team. Talk about High Definition everything. Pretty sure this would be a great event, just not great news.
Although he was there, he can't show any signs of discomfort. The odds were against him as always. #BeachKrew is no joke but neither was he. The only fucking downside was Jack Schlongson who has no idea what he got himself into. Consider this friendly fire in a Call of Duty multiplayer game. Did Jack even consider the shitstorm that's about to hit them both? Andre Holmes managed to defeat Wade Moor at Lazarus, and even teamed with Dustin Beaver back in WCF against the Sentinels. Well, Beaver left him alone but he still picked up the win, was supposedly to face Beaver for the TV Title but Slane ruined that. Either way, history isn't really a good one between the two. Andre took up the microphone, and held it under his chin. A slight long sigh was heard but he answered anyways.
Andre Holmes
No worries. I've faced Dustin Beaver, and Wade Moor before but in singles matches. Both victorious, and also I am very confident in my abilities to defeat them as #BeachKrew in a Tag Team match. See. I don't care whether what each of them have to say because their track record in UCI doesn't really match what they did in WCF. The only thing similar was Dustin Beaver was both Television Champion. You know what that says? It means Dustin Beaver has already reached his glass ceiling. The Television Division is where he belongs, and where he shines at best. I don't mean to be an asshole-- well I always am but Dustin Beaver does not have what it takes to venture out of his comfort zone as we've seen with this team over, and over. He's not the kind of guy you would even trust to be on the same team when it comes to the big leagues. Isn't it ironic how we were to be on the same team against Howard Black, and Occulo? He didn't even show up for the match yet I came in, and won. He had the opportunity to face The Guardians for the UCI Tag Team Championships then lost. Oh, I know it hurts to be him but Dustin can't fuckin' do shit right.
See. He's a guy that used to be nothing but a complete fake, and backstabbing liar. You know how I know? Because I was there to see it. I stood in the locker room with him, and went to shook his head. He wouldn't even look me in the eye, and shake it. It sums up the type of character he is. Another fake I exposed. A catfish. A man who lives to be in the spotlight hence why he will always be remembered as the Television Champion, give or take the seven days then losing to Wentworth Updegraff Jr. Either way, this little good guy act isn't coming into full glance of my peripheral vision. I see a fake, and I know a fake. Dustin Beaver is that fake. He always was, and always is. The way he talks, walks, moves, drinks, eats. Everything about him is just on-camera. Behind the scenes is something else.
When you limit yourself to one thing, you can't grow better in other areas. Although Dustin Beaver may be a #BeachKrew exclusive, he's not really the best guy in this business. If push comes to shove, I'm the better man of them both. Dustin doesn't have the mentality to face against me, and win. I'm sorry if I'm not trying to be an asshole but I can't help it when history repeats itself again, and the past is coming back to invade into my future. Time, and time again I had to be associated with this motherfucking cunt. I've been in the ring with Dustin Beaver, my career has reached higher than his ever since we met each other. The greatest achievement Dustin will ever have is wrestling with Andre Holmes, and now I have to team with Jack Schlongson against Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver?
#BeachKrew against two guys who can't stand against each other. The perfect story where the odds were thrown out of my favor as usual. To make matters worse, it just seems that Jack just threw this match to get more time closer to me. The greatest doubt in my mind is he even has the capable abilities to keep his hands on them rather than on me but that's where I come in. I'm not scared of neither competitor in the ring nor outside. Half of #BeachKrew are barely even here except for Kemp who I've dominated in the past, and beat to become WCF Tag Team Champions. Maybe something Wade, and Beaver can learn from. Johnny Rabid who was Kemp's partner. Jared Holmes is yet to be seen, Andre Aquarius is probably in Ultimate Rap League facing against Aye Verb. All that is left is Beaver, and Wade Moor but Beaver in the co-main event with me?
I want him to personally call me, and say thank you. Call me Beaver, and write down a beautiful letter on how I've boosted you up into your first ever co-main event match in all of UCI because damn sure couldn't do it on your own since Wade Moor came back, and do it on your own. You should be even thanking Wade Moor for holding your hand, and walking you down the street. You had an opportunity to make a name for yourself on your own yet you couldn't do that. Are you able to capture a championship? Of course, the Television Championship as usual but lost in seven days. Since then, you haven't had much anything to even be noticed. No formidable rivalries, matches. No nothing. All you've been doing is just being a placeholder, the guy on the sideline who is just happy to be there. Dustin, you're just happy to be here.
Compared to me, I need to win so I don't have to look back at this staining my record that isn't bad enough. I need to win to ensure that the entitlement of "Relentless" isn't just another nickname. It's a lifestyle but it's being threatened not just by #BeachKrew but by Schlongson's fuckin' narrow minded ass. My very own partner, and opponents are going against me in this match. Beaver doesn't have anything that I haven't seen before. Just another regular guy trying to turn the leaf but damn sure not able to convince me or others that he has turned over to the good side. This is just a bunch of bullshit, and he knows it too. I'm surrounded by a bunch of bullshit, and fuck it. I can't stand. It's repugnant, and putrid.
Wade Moor should have known better than to come back anyways. Why is he back? Hmm. What message is he trying to bring? He is a good guy now? Is turning over a new leaf suddenly the new coding for the world that is going to accept you, and not forget about all the horrendous actions you've caused in the past? What a fuckin' joke. As a matter of fact, that's all this is. A joke. From the get go, I've had to deal with Jack Schlongson blowing up my twitter saying terrible, and outright disgusting things when I've clearly told him I NEVER wanted to be with him. I don't get it. The guy has average intelligence yet refuses to listen to my warnings, and threats. I was this close to kicking his little scrawny ass, and he took it as a joke. There is no humor is such a big match as the co-main event of Meltdown.
We're facing off against a former World Champion as well, Wade Moor. Let's go to history. He was THE man but in UCI, he is now THE bitch! I've faced Wade Moor at Lazarus, and beat him in the middle of the ring. He's lost to Crow McMorris, and then to me he hasn't been seen then he returns at #Beachmania to form #BeachKrew. I love the irony of timing there. Receives a Tag Title shot than loses. The company of what a man keeps proves only the character he has. He surrounds himself with losers because he is a loser. His own crew is broken up, half of them aren't around, and here he is believing that he, and Beaver can beat me. The reason why I say me is simple. I'm the only competitor on my team who knows exactly what he's doing, and damn sure don't need any help to do it.
What was going on Wade? Our little conversations on Twitter were so amazing with your little eerie messages, and cryptic words. You present such a mysterious persona, and aura around you that leaves your opponents with a chill down your spine. Seen as this monument of destruction, and evil yet I exposed you as a man. You've faced me with no fear, and pure sadism on your mind yet I overpowered with will, and courage. Wade. Should have stayed out of UCI when you had the chance. You came back, and already presented yourself with failure by extending your right hand to Beaver who was down on his knees on the time, and thought he would be the perfect protege; uh uh uh. Lighting doesn't strike twice in the same spot, and chance can only get you so far. Taking in the same person twice in your home doesn't make him your son, it makes him a freeloader.
I thought Wade would have known better. #BeachKrew can only help you for so long. Now you're facing off against me, and Jack expecting that you have this easy in the bag with Dustin but remember that the two of you have fallen before my feet before. Nothing you do have brought enough attention to my office that makes me shiver in my long black dress socks. The two of you are nothing. Simple. Nothing. I've seen everything you can do, you haven't seen everything I can do. I'm a living bio-weapon that seeks out whatever fucktard gets in my way, and kills them with no questions asked. However, the question I do have to ask for you is what's next after you lose to me, and Jack? Do you continue on this charade or just continue being a bunch of fuckin' pansies picking on any weak mothafucka' coming in your way? That's what #BeachKrew was best known for right?
Manipulation of the weak, and exposing their weaknesses to your strengths. The only weakness I have on my team is Jack Schlongson, and here I'm thinking not even that won't reconcile the wrongs in your life. I want you to be there when I personally hand you the ass whooping of a life time.
Wade Moor may have been the big target in the past but now, I am that bigger target. My career have ascended way higher than Dustin Beaver, and Wade Moor combined because I've worked so hard, and trained so many fuckin' times in the gym. I've beaten the best there is, I've faced the best there is, I've had constant match of the weeks. My career is breaking out, and I'm going to continue to do so until I become the UCI World Heavyweight Champion! Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver along with Jack Schlongson are the ones who are depending on me to make sure they have the greatest night of their lives. They weren't even considered on the card but thankfully, Jack came to the rescue. When my name was thrown, they were so eager to put their names into the mix. What about the other teams? Exactly. My name is what latches them like a gravitational pull around a planet.
Jack is the one who put this match on me, I never asked for it because I never needed it but I'm damn sure ready to lay down a fuckin' beat down on the two over some unresolved business. So Jack can look into this, and say he did me a favor but in reality, I'm the one doing all of them a favor. Me. Nobody else matters in this match except me, and I'm going to enjoy beating the ever lasting shit out of them both. Wanna know why?! You don't have to! Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver are absolute TRASH! There were trash from the beginning, and trash now. Not one of them can produce any talent in this tag team business. I am a former Tag Team Champion with Rebellution which I've carried higher than #BeachKrew. I'm the one dropping bombs on this tag team division, and I'm with the Guardians who hold the Tag Team Titles.
Beaver is all about himself, Wade is too busy jerking off Poseidon. Jack is too busy trying to suck my dick so I'm the only reasonable option to win this match. Ain't no one is going to take this away from me, and I mean NO-
The paparazzi, and rest of media quickly turn their attention to Jack Schlongson who finally arrived at the Press Conference. Andre watched him enter so gracefully, and excited to the camera lights flashing along with interviewers rushing up to ask him some quick off-camera questions. Once security cut them off, Jack came up on stage, walking to sit beside Andre who quickly got up from his seat, and sat down on the other end of the table. He didn't say anything to Jack, not even a breath uttered at his presence. Sat there with his hazel eyes staring forward into the crowd, and no words were given before Jack received a microphone, and a bottle of water from one of the production personnel. He leaned back in his attire which was very well modest, and professional along with his hair tied in a little ponytail. An interviewer raised his hand, and got the first question.
Interviewer
Jack. How do you feel about the co-main event of Meltdown?
Jack Schlongson
I feel great. I'm very excited to be teaming with Andre Holmes, and I'm sure he's excited to team with someone who is undefeated.
Andre took a quick sip of the water provided by the staff. He looked away as Jack said that slick comment, and rolled his eyes. One of the other interviewers stood up with the microphone held tightly in her grasp, and Andre acknowledged her.
Interviewer
Andre. You said earlier that you never wanted to be with Jack. Why?
Andre Holmes
I've said all I've said. I want nothing to do with him.
Interviewer
Your response Jack?
Jack Schlongson
I think Andre is just in shock of how big the opportunity we have. He's a very well all rounded competitor, and even though he may not have the best record, he's one of the best in UCI. To face against #BeachKrew together is an honor, and with someone I admire, a privilege.
Damn. He really isn't in the fuckin' mood to put up with this shit in the promotional press conference. Andre is really grasping the edge of the table, squeezing his hands with so much pressure they almost turn pale white. He leans back in the chair with his arms folded, and doesn't answer a single fuckin' question regarding Jack or the match as he's said everything he's supposed to before Jack arrived late. Jack on the other hand maintains a very peaceful, and collective composure. Smiling as he acknowledges other interviewers, and multimedia personnel who came from everywhere to visit this conference.
Interviewer
Why did you go out of your way to book this match?
Jack Schlongson
Well. We have a very interesting relationship, and chemistry. Obviously if we were to bring to the ring, we could be one of the most dominant tag teams in UCI history. Andre has been struggling a little in his singles record but his history of tag matches are very great towards others. For lame man's terms, he's a solid tag team wrestler, and our chemistry cannot be unmatched by others.
Andre's right lip starts to curl. His face almost reaching the end of holding together.
Interviewer
So you believe that Andre is going to benefit from teaming with you.
Jack Schlongson
Yes. I believe he'll be beneficial more than he is already.
Andre shook his head, and got up immediately. No eye contact with anyone, marching off the other side of the stage to the exit. A few security guards followed behind him in this impromptu, and abrupt conference to promote Meltdown. Jack shrugged his shoulders, and watched him leave alone for the next few minutes. It looked like Jack didn't have any idea that Andre would just storm off, and shook his head at his behavior which was very disrespectful to this entire event. However, Jack decided to continue with the show, and carry on answering questions in a polite, and classy manner.
Jack Schlongson
Apologies everyone. Andre has had a rough week so do not feel disrespected.
Today was rough, and completely uncalled for. However, tonight was a very special occasion. The official coronation of Andre Holmes becoming apart of the Guardians. Ever since the Yakuza turned him into what he is now, the Guardians have been there to help through his worsts. Recent times they helped him against the Yakuza, and prevented him from killing Alex Richards in his match. It was about time to he owed them, and what better way than to become apart of the world's greatest faction.
The Drunken Dragon was the home of tonight's festivities. A beautifully designed, and well known venue for these kind of events. Oh, you didn't know? It's the official roasting of Andre Holmes. Multiple round tables were filled with guest of well popular known locals, and D-C list celebrities. Who would have ever thought The Guardians would be able to pull off such a high caliber event for a man who doesn't even like the food there? Some of the bests were there. Joe Rogan, Dave Chapelle, Tom Green, Ryan Reynolds, Vince Vaughn, Jenny McCarthy, and Darius Rucker including much more were live in attendance. Dressed professionally, and formally for the occasion of celebrating a new member into the ultimate faction this world has ever witnessed.
At the back of the entire room, a small stage having a podium in the middle. On one side were seated the honored Guardians themselves: The Polar Phantasm, Bonnie Blue, Alex Richards, Nightmare, and Nikola Tesla. All seated in their beautiful, well pressed, and stylish attires as each one of them went on the podium to deliver some of the best, and worsts roasts that Andre has ever heard. Hell, even Jay Omega graced us in his presence with a message via satellite dish thanks to Alex Richards who gave Andre his blessing to be apart of the team. Andre was seated to the right of the podium in a gold encrusted throne with twin dragons head as the arm rest along with claws, and feet. Talk about a Game of Thrones cast right?
Each member of the Guardians gave him his blessing, and his initiation. Call this hazing but Andre enjoyed every second. Still in his full black tuxedo with a white tie laughing along to the jokes that were actually funny, and even nodding to some of the celebrities he knows especially Joe Rogan since he's been on his podcast before. This was truly a night that lifted his spirits. If only he was teaming with a member of the Guardians, he would have been so much better. Why settle for Jack Schlongson when the real squad of your friends were all around you giving you the time of your life?!
Just before Andre went on the podium, a video package came up on the flat screen that was an old time when Serenity, and Athena were so young. Andre was in his home along with Samantha shooting the video; reminiscing in the glory days where his family was in their prime. A beautiful reminder of what he is missing in life. From the days of the Yakuza, he cheated on Kaitlyn, and misses her so bad. Pregnant with his child, and now suffering emotionally. This video is a good kick in the ass to assure that although his career is great, family is what is most important. You have to really think about them first rather yourself, and that's what Andre has lost. The Guardians may be a family but to him, they were much more. As if a mentor to guide him through his powers, and hardships. His eyes were almost tearing up; but then came Alex with this terrible roasts to ruin the mood. Don't worry, Andre was very happy for each, and every Guardian who attended this roast.
Andre finally got off his throne, and took a step on the podium. Standing tall as the rest of the room went silent; his eyes trailing to the audience then back to his fellow Guardians. He tapped the microphone a few times before leaning in with a calm tone.
Andre Holmes
First of all. I want to thank everyone for coming out here tonight. I really appreciate this more than anything right now. I kind of had a bad day due to being partnered with an idiot who wants my booty against two old enemies. I know it sounds weird but it's true but today is not about me mostly. It's about a bigger picture, and that's becoming a Guardian. These beautiful ladies, and gentlemen reached to help me in my time of need when all was bad. During my worst hour, they came in like clockwork to help me rise off my ass, and get me back on my feet. It takes a family to go out of their way, and seek out one of their own. At first I wasn't sure of their agendas but then I realized they had none. They saw a guy in need, and they came. Help is in short supply, and I lost sight of that. I stand here before you all proud to be a Guardian, and honored to be alongside extravagant men, and women.
The Guardians, and audience started clapping. A huge applause to that well hearten speech before Andre smiled back. He was very pleased at the positivism flowing around until he saw Carlos Mencia coming into the party drunk, and late. His boisterous attitude, and cheesy tactics made Andre disappointed that of all people, he would show up. Pretty sure every comedian is fuckin' pissed but Andre shook his head as he continued with his speech.
Andre Holmes
Tonight marks the night we party. And just one more thing, you all may think it's funny but taking care of my daughters is no joke. Put together Game of Thrones plus Reading Rainbow, and you get them. You think it's funny? In this world, our daughters are aspiring to be thots, and instagram models. Hoes on Nick Cannon's Wild n' Out, and also thinking they are okay with being side chicks. I want my daughters to be successful, and loved around the world not for skinny jeans, a fat ass, boobs or they can make it clap. For helping society, and being leaders of tomorrow. Let me tell you this. Fuck all of you who agree that making a booty clap is necessary. You don't need to make a booty clap, you need to make your hands clap. Fuck that, and fuck you if you doubt my daughters. Most importantly-
Carlos Mencia
Heeeeeeeey guys. Is that Andre? Oh shit. Ha, ha, ha.
Everybody else was embarrassed for Carlos. Coming in dressed in a ripped up shirt, baggy jeans, and old Jays. This man had no regards for others but himself, and you could tell he was really on the verge of his career ending. The Guardians didn't know what to do but Carlos kept swaying back, and forth; hitting into other people's tables, spilling drinks. He walked forward up to the podium, and laughed at Andre while pointing at his face. Come on man, Andre was butt-hurt enough already so don't antagonize him even more.
Carlos Mencia
Ayyyeeeee. Andre. Congratulatshions. You wanna hear a roast? Andre can't do math. What does Andre eat fish sticks? He's a gay fish.
Andre Holmes
..........
This is bad.
Carlos Mencia
And your daughters are fuckin' ugly. Terrible pieces of shit.
He kept on, and on insulting his daughters but really Andre was grasping harder on the podium. The audience members felt bad for Andre until he looked at his fellow Guardians, and mouthed "sorry". He quickly leaped over the podium, and landed on top of Carlos to bash his fists down on his face over, and over again. Clearly his butt-hurt level went from 0 to 100 real quick as his electrical energy manifested from his hands around Carlos' neck, and started to electrocute him like he got tasered a million times at once. His body laid there stiff, and no movement shown. Carlos stopped breathing, and Andre got off him to fix his suit, and tie; some of the audience members started cheering then the rest continued. Andre looked up to his Guardians, and shrugged his shoulders at them before taking a bow.
Andre Holmes
Anyways. I am proud to say that Andre Holmes is now a GUARDIAN! Thank you guys for coming, and let's PARTY!
The Drunken Dragon was the home of tonight's festivities. A beautifully designed, and well known venue for these kind of events. Oh, you didn't know? It's the official roasting of Andre Holmes. Multiple round tables were filled with guest of well popular known locals, and D-C list celebrities. Who would have ever thought The Guardians would be able to pull off such a high caliber event for a man who doesn't even like the food there? Some of the bests were there. Joe Rogan, Dave Chapelle, Tom Green, Ryan Reynolds, Vince Vaughn, Jenny McCarthy, and Darius Rucker including much more were live in attendance. Dressed professionally, and formally for the occasion of celebrating a new member into the ultimate faction this world has ever witnessed.
At the back of the entire room, a small stage having a podium in the middle. On one side were seated the honored Guardians themselves: The Polar Phantasm, Bonnie Blue, Alex Richards, Nightmare, and Nikola Tesla. All seated in their beautiful, well pressed, and stylish attires as each one of them went on the podium to deliver some of the best, and worsts roasts that Andre has ever heard. Hell, even Jay Omega graced us in his presence with a message via satellite dish thanks to Alex Richards who gave Andre his blessing to be apart of the team. Andre was seated to the right of the podium in a gold encrusted throne with twin dragons head as the arm rest along with claws, and feet. Talk about a Game of Thrones cast right?
Each member of the Guardians gave him his blessing, and his initiation. Call this hazing but Andre enjoyed every second. Still in his full black tuxedo with a white tie laughing along to the jokes that were actually funny, and even nodding to some of the celebrities he knows especially Joe Rogan since he's been on his podcast before. This was truly a night that lifted his spirits. If only he was teaming with a member of the Guardians, he would have been so much better. Why settle for Jack Schlongson when the real squad of your friends were all around you giving you the time of your life?!
Just before Andre went on the podium, a video package came up on the flat screen that was an old time when Serenity, and Athena were so young. Andre was in his home along with Samantha shooting the video; reminiscing in the glory days where his family was in their prime. A beautiful reminder of what he is missing in life. From the days of the Yakuza, he cheated on Kaitlyn, and misses her so bad. Pregnant with his child, and now suffering emotionally. This video is a good kick in the ass to assure that although his career is great, family is what is most important. You have to really think about them first rather yourself, and that's what Andre has lost. The Guardians may be a family but to him, they were much more. As if a mentor to guide him through his powers, and hardships. His eyes were almost tearing up; but then came Alex with this terrible roasts to ruin the mood. Don't worry, Andre was very happy for each, and every Guardian who attended this roast.
Andre finally got off his throne, and took a step on the podium. Standing tall as the rest of the room went silent; his eyes trailing to the audience then back to his fellow Guardians. He tapped the microphone a few times before leaning in with a calm tone.
Andre Holmes
First of all. I want to thank everyone for coming out here tonight. I really appreciate this more than anything right now. I kind of had a bad day due to being partnered with an idiot who wants my booty against two old enemies. I know it sounds weird but it's true but today is not about me mostly. It's about a bigger picture, and that's becoming a Guardian. These beautiful ladies, and gentlemen reached to help me in my time of need when all was bad. During my worst hour, they came in like clockwork to help me rise off my ass, and get me back on my feet. It takes a family to go out of their way, and seek out one of their own. At first I wasn't sure of their agendas but then I realized they had none. They saw a guy in need, and they came. Help is in short supply, and I lost sight of that. I stand here before you all proud to be a Guardian, and honored to be alongside extravagant men, and women.
The Guardians, and audience started clapping. A huge applause to that well hearten speech before Andre smiled back. He was very pleased at the positivism flowing around until he saw Carlos Mencia coming into the party drunk, and late. His boisterous attitude, and cheesy tactics made Andre disappointed that of all people, he would show up. Pretty sure every comedian is fuckin' pissed but Andre shook his head as he continued with his speech.
Andre Holmes
Tonight marks the night we party. And just one more thing, you all may think it's funny but taking care of my daughters is no joke. Put together Game of Thrones plus Reading Rainbow, and you get them. You think it's funny? In this world, our daughters are aspiring to be thots, and instagram models. Hoes on Nick Cannon's Wild n' Out, and also thinking they are okay with being side chicks. I want my daughters to be successful, and loved around the world not for skinny jeans, a fat ass, boobs or they can make it clap. For helping society, and being leaders of tomorrow. Let me tell you this. Fuck all of you who agree that making a booty clap is necessary. You don't need to make a booty clap, you need to make your hands clap. Fuck that, and fuck you if you doubt my daughters. Most importantly-
Carlos Mencia
Heeeeeeeey guys. Is that Andre? Oh shit. Ha, ha, ha.
Everybody else was embarrassed for Carlos. Coming in dressed in a ripped up shirt, baggy jeans, and old Jays. This man had no regards for others but himself, and you could tell he was really on the verge of his career ending. The Guardians didn't know what to do but Carlos kept swaying back, and forth; hitting into other people's tables, spilling drinks. He walked forward up to the podium, and laughed at Andre while pointing at his face. Come on man, Andre was butt-hurt enough already so don't antagonize him even more.
Carlos Mencia
Ayyyeeeee. Andre. Congratulatshions. You wanna hear a roast? Andre can't do math. What does Andre eat fish sticks? He's a gay fish.
Andre Holmes
..........
This is bad.
Carlos Mencia
And your daughters are fuckin' ugly. Terrible pieces of shit.
He kept on, and on insulting his daughters but really Andre was grasping harder on the podium. The audience members felt bad for Andre until he looked at his fellow Guardians, and mouthed "sorry". He quickly leaped over the podium, and landed on top of Carlos to bash his fists down on his face over, and over again. Clearly his butt-hurt level went from 0 to 100 real quick as his electrical energy manifested from his hands around Carlos' neck, and started to electrocute him like he got tasered a million times at once. His body laid there stiff, and no movement shown. Carlos stopped breathing, and Andre got off him to fix his suit, and tie; some of the audience members started cheering then the rest continued. Andre looked up to his Guardians, and shrugged his shoulders at them before taking a bow.
Andre Holmes
Anyways. I am proud to say that Andre Holmes is now a GUARDIAN! Thank you guys for coming, and let's PARTY!
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THE INDUCTION COOKING METHOD
Series conceived by Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode IV: Your Humerus Broke
Episode written by: Andre Holmes
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
THE INDUCTION COOKING METHOD
Series conceived by Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode IV: Your Humerus Broke
Episode written by: Andre Holmes
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
