I'm not a good guy, I'm not a bad guy. I'm simply ______
Oct 1, 2016 20:53:41 GMT -6
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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Oct 1, 2016 20:53:41 GMT -6
I'm not a good guy
From: FaceHolmes@ucimail.com
To: HeelHolmes@wcfmail.com
Subject: Dune
Hi. I know you're probably busy not reading this so let me make it as simple as possible. October 2nd is a huge date for us because we're going to face a living legend in this business, the former WCF World Champion, and probably one of the most dominant champions in history. Dune. Yes, THE Dune. The one our old friend, and brother Grayson Pierce faced off before his World Title Match at One. The one who was responsible for the terrible crimes plastered all over every news channel. We have the opportunity thanks to our beloved General Manager of UCI, Jayson Price, to face him on the Nightmare on South Street Pay-Per-View in a Last Man Standing match. Honestly, I am very excited because for those who never knew, Dune was one of the few people I've always wanted to face in the ring. He is an amazing wrestling, athlete, and furthermore championship fighter, and he should be respected for everything he has accomplished.
Being informed on social media really caught me off-guard. Dune, DUNE, DUNE?! Could you believe it? This monster, this being. A sentinel entity who has eyes latched onto him every time he steps into the ring. We shouldn't be afraid but gracious. To some, this would be an casket match of their career but we should see this as a stepping stone to ensure our spot in the UCI. Our spot that has been questioned by all critics, and ending the fantasy that Andre Holmes is going to be another name on the list of Dune's record holding body list. I'm sure he's probably having this attitude that we aren't on his level but we can damn sure prove that we are not going to crumble to his demeaning insults, and his slander on our intimidating reputation.
How many times have we been overlooked, underestimated, and damn sure forgotten? How many times have we actually been put down as the rookie who could never aspire to be anything? How many times? Let's do a math equation.
That's right. This isn't about if Dune is going to destroy us, it's about if we could pull off another ultimate upset. THE upset of the century. It may sound cliche but this one has a meaning to it. All the people Dune has faced on the list, and beaten can never be replicated in our world but I do not want us to become part of the list. I know deep in our hearts that we can out-strike him, out-wrestle him, outsmart, out-everything. We are the future of this company, and it's time we start acting like this.
I remember back in WCF when you were put down as the top prospect, the rookie would become the World Champion, and now in UCI, you have grown. Grown more into that mature, and absolute complete wrestler making moves, going against the best, and beating the best. Every day that you train, you continue to get stronger, and prove you are fighting until you're dying breath. I want you to make that no different. Let us bring the fight to this monster who is running out of sand as the time on the hourglass is slowly pouring out empty. Are we supposed to be afraid of a beast? Are we supposed to be afraid of a monster?
No. I'll tell you why. We are warriors. We are living warriors who do NOT quit, do NOT surrender. We fight until we can't fight no more. You've faced against them all, and beaten every monster in your life who has tried to take everything you held most dear. Oblivion, K.L Henson, Phoenix, all the monsters whether in public or private have done their very best to take away your dream but now here is the biggest of them all knocking on your doorstep to punch you in the face then laugh in it. This is what Dune will do. He will come to make an example out of us but that won't happen. The sisters of fate are on OUR side, and UCI is our home where we can plant our seed, and determine what's what, and who's who around here.
United Championship Infinite is our home, our place of worship, the holy grail every time we step into the ring. He's stepping onto our court when we have ball advantage, and has the audacity to throw his open palm with a slick smirk on his face plastered from ear to ear believing we should go on our knees, bow our heads, and give him the ball without the common courtesy of looking him in the eyes. Dune thinks he's special but he's just another top competitor who is doing what everyone else have when he were chosen to face them. He's following the equation. Overlooking us, he forgot about us, and portrays us as only a rookie who shouldn't be in the spot. You know better than that? You know what we are capable of, and let's show him.
Let's walk into A Nightmare on South Street, and drop him in front of the entire world. Watch his body clash against canvas, barricade, steel, wood, anything we can get our hands on. It will be a war but it will be a war between two amazing competitors who cannot afford to lose such a high stakes match on what could be the greatest card of them all. I respect Dune, and you should as well. Let's open his eyes. Let's bring out that human side in Dune to find that sudden eye opener, and instant reality awakening personality. Let's show the world that Dune can be beaten, can be destroyed as we stand over his body as the last man standing.
Your Friend,
Face Holmes.
Hi. I know you're probably busy not reading this so let me make it as simple as possible. October 2nd is a huge date for us because we're going to face a living legend in this business, the former WCF World Champion, and probably one of the most dominant champions in history. Dune. Yes, THE Dune. The one our old friend, and brother Grayson Pierce faced off before his World Title Match at One. The one who was responsible for the terrible crimes plastered all over every news channel. We have the opportunity thanks to our beloved General Manager of UCI, Jayson Price, to face him on the Nightmare on South Street Pay-Per-View in a Last Man Standing match. Honestly, I am very excited because for those who never knew, Dune was one of the few people I've always wanted to face in the ring. He is an amazing wrestling, athlete, and furthermore championship fighter, and he should be respected for everything he has accomplished.
Being informed on social media really caught me off-guard. Dune, DUNE, DUNE?! Could you believe it? This monster, this being. A sentinel entity who has eyes latched onto him every time he steps into the ring. We shouldn't be afraid but gracious. To some, this would be an casket match of their career but we should see this as a stepping stone to ensure our spot in the UCI. Our spot that has been questioned by all critics, and ending the fantasy that Andre Holmes is going to be another name on the list of Dune's record holding body list. I'm sure he's probably having this attitude that we aren't on his level but we can damn sure prove that we are not going to crumble to his demeaning insults, and his slander on our intimidating reputation.
How many times have we been overlooked, underestimated, and damn sure forgotten? How many times have we actually been put down as the rookie who could never aspire to be anything? How many times? Let's do a math equation.
Overlooked + Forgotten + Rookie forever = Unlimited upsets.
That's right. This isn't about if Dune is going to destroy us, it's about if we could pull off another ultimate upset. THE upset of the century. It may sound cliche but this one has a meaning to it. All the people Dune has faced on the list, and beaten can never be replicated in our world but I do not want us to become part of the list. I know deep in our hearts that we can out-strike him, out-wrestle him, outsmart, out-everything. We are the future of this company, and it's time we start acting like this.
I remember back in WCF when you were put down as the top prospect, the rookie would become the World Champion, and now in UCI, you have grown. Grown more into that mature, and absolute complete wrestler making moves, going against the best, and beating the best. Every day that you train, you continue to get stronger, and prove you are fighting until you're dying breath. I want you to make that no different. Let us bring the fight to this monster who is running out of sand as the time on the hourglass is slowly pouring out empty. Are we supposed to be afraid of a beast? Are we supposed to be afraid of a monster?
No. I'll tell you why. We are warriors. We are living warriors who do NOT quit, do NOT surrender. We fight until we can't fight no more. You've faced against them all, and beaten every monster in your life who has tried to take everything you held most dear. Oblivion, K.L Henson, Phoenix, all the monsters whether in public or private have done their very best to take away your dream but now here is the biggest of them all knocking on your doorstep to punch you in the face then laugh in it. This is what Dune will do. He will come to make an example out of us but that won't happen. The sisters of fate are on OUR side, and UCI is our home where we can plant our seed, and determine what's what, and who's who around here.
United Championship Infinite is our home, our place of worship, the holy grail every time we step into the ring. He's stepping onto our court when we have ball advantage, and has the audacity to throw his open palm with a slick smirk on his face plastered from ear to ear believing we should go on our knees, bow our heads, and give him the ball without the common courtesy of looking him in the eyes. Dune thinks he's special but he's just another top competitor who is doing what everyone else have when he were chosen to face them. He's following the equation. Overlooking us, he forgot about us, and portrays us as only a rookie who shouldn't be in the spot. You know better than that? You know what we are capable of, and let's show him.
Let's walk into A Nightmare on South Street, and drop him in front of the entire world. Watch his body clash against canvas, barricade, steel, wood, anything we can get our hands on. It will be a war but it will be a war between two amazing competitors who cannot afford to lose such a high stakes match on what could be the greatest card of them all. I respect Dune, and you should as well. Let's open his eyes. Let's bring out that human side in Dune to find that sudden eye opener, and instant reality awakening personality. Let's show the world that Dune can be beaten, can be destroyed as we stand over his body as the last man standing.
Your Friend,
Face Holmes.
It was a great opportunity, don't you think? Dune. Damn. Jayson Price really threw the big news on Andre on social media just a few weeks before he was in Houston. Although he was busy with Jack Schlongson really pissing him off at the time, it was that moment he knew Jayson offered him the biggest door to shutting everyone up that he couldn't hang with the big boys or the big dogs in the yard. All the names everyone talked about stuck with him. Joey Flash, Howard Black, ICE Beckman, Jay Omega, Slickie T, and much more. Andre thought of another name but then a certain "dick pic" came up in his mind that almost made him threw up half of the blood sugar flowing around. Either way, the opportunity was exactly that an opportunity. No need to for a championship, a trophy. It's the oldest tale in the story. That's a rookie still being given a chance to move his small ass up the rankings against a legendary bad-ass who's dominating the business without even lifting a finger. What was Andre's first thought?
Andre Holmes
I'm about to whoop some ass.
Sunday afternoon in Houston, Texas. Andre was at his residence on the couch playing his little X-Box One. Forza Horizon 3 just came out that was sponsoring UCI on youtube, and he got a free copy. Andre was really relaxing but also his hazel eyes latched to the flatscreen in the living room that had the volume turned up on the surround system. Each high-definition speaker wired at each corner of the ceiling, and the lights turned off for only the shining radiance of the sun to brighten the environment. Sinked into the comfortable cushions of his white couch, Andre kicked his feet up on the round glass table in the middle of the stadium of white couches surrounding it, and well supported by the brown rug covering the flooring of the living room.
A lot was on his mind but Dune was at the top of list. Especially the section where he was driving that dune buggy through the desert, and abandoned hill section of the game. Pressing his finger against the trigger, and pulling it to advance the acceleration of his chosen vehicle. He really thought about how much was on the line for Dune but he needed this win more than ever. People, and critics have always said that Andre Holmes needed that ONE motherfucker who could fuck his day up in one blink, and who better than Dune? Nobody else would be that stupid but the moment Jayson said his name, all Andre did was thanked him. Sure, the GM, and his own partner was well concerned for his health but when a man has nothing to fear, you shouldn't even be worried about him. Only thing Andre was focused on was the Tag Titles, his career, and his family. Dune. Oh yeah baby, that is something he's ALWAYS wanted.
Kaitlyn Curran
What the hell are you thinking?!
Kaitlyn came down the stairs barging, and mouthing off. Andre paused the game, and leaned off the couch. His blue shorts, and red shirt was all that he had on but Kaitlyn recently came back from work. She's now running an online fashion store, and had to be in downtown to attend a business meeting with her shareholders. He looked up at his girlfriend who had her hands solidly placed against her hips, that posture of an upset bitch ready to claw, and catfight any bum bitch in the Bad Girls Club household. Red hair in a ponytail, green eyes well locked on his presence, and if looks could kill; rest in peace Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
Kaitlyn Curran
Don't "uhh...." me. You know damn well what I'm talking about!
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
Kaitlyn Curran
Jayson Price just called my phone since you weren't answering yours. Why am I hearing about a Last Man Standing match with you against Dune?!
Andre Holmes
Oh yeah. Right.
News does travel fast when a man breaks into new playing grounds. Andre scratched the back of his head chuckling like it was joke but Kaitlyn did her research. She became overly-concerned that this 'Dune' guy would go way too far in a match without legal jurisdiction, and inflict his will on Andre. The physical difference way 100-1. Dune was a heavier, bigger, and stronger guy who could barely be taken down. In remembering the match he had with even his own brother Grayson Pierce, it took two matches just to even get this motherfucker off his feet, and Grayson is bigger than Andre so what the hell could Andre do to even hold him down...let alone for more than ten slow seconds? You'd have to admire how Kaitlyn really addressed him about these things; he was always the type of person to rush into challenges without understanding how tragic the outcome could be if things didn't go his way.
Kaitlyn Curran
Tell me you're not going through with this.
Andre Holmes
I am going through with this.
Kaitlyn Curran
Why?
Andre Holmes
Because I want to. I have to. This is a really huge moment for me, and who am I to just suddenly back out of a fight?
Kaitlyn Curran
I know but I think in this circumstance, it's okay to back out. This guy that Jayson told me about is really dangerous. Seriously honey, just back out.
He leaned forward against the arm rest. Back out? Are you kidding him? He had a lot of his friends, and critics say he wouldn't last but he damn sure didn't need it from his girlfriend. Andre rolled his eyes, and leaned back burying his forehead into the palm of his right hand. No matter where he went, there's always that saying of fight another day right. Always mean to fight another day but Andre doesn't want to fight another day. He wants to fight now, and that means fighting the next big guy in the business. Dune. It really pissed him off to hear Kaitlyn discouraging him against his massively destructive opponent. She did out of love. Understandable really but foolish. Andre is too hard headed to understand what surrender meant, and if it meant to be the last time he ever wrestled in the ring, he's going out with a BANG!
Andre Holmes
You're really standing there telling me to back out. Back out. Me. Back out?
Kaitlyn Curran
You don't have to prove anything. Who are you trying so hard to convince?
Andre Holmes
Me! Me Kaitlyn! Me! I don't like going to sleep, and hearing about how this guy could snap me with just his little pinky finger when I've endured much worse than him. You really think I like hearing about that shit? His reputation is already annoying the fuck out of me so I want to beat him to end everything, and solidify my spot in UCI. I'm sorry if you feel some type of way but I'm doing this to benefit me, and me alone.
Kaitlyn Curran
Oh yeah? And what about the kids? What about Serenity and Athena? You think they're going to be happy when their own FATHER comes back in a body cast or even worse, a body bag? You really haven't thought this through at all. You know what? Fine. Do what you got to do, and I'll do what I have to do for the family because I don't care about the short run. It's the long run that matters. Remember that.
She stormed away, and back into her retreat of her room upstairs. Andre shook his head, and even catapulted the black X-Box controlled halfway across the living room. A loud CLANG was heard of the impact, and it bounced off the brown walls back into the adjacent white couch. She had a point though. The long run is what every father needs to focus on to continue supporting his family. Professional Wrestling has a habit of ruining that, and each father has to sign the burdens of that future being demolished, and crumbled on the dotted line. So what the fuck was Kaitlyn doing trying to persuade him? Was it really out of love for the family or out of fear that she would lose Andre Holmes? It didn't matter. One key aspect was missing in her feelings for Andre, and that was trust. All he wanted was for her to trust him on his decision in facing the biggest opponent in his career so far.
Just trust him to go into that ring, and bring Dune a fucking war he could never handle but I guess he was already winning since he spread fear into the Holmes' household. He got up, and walked to the window panel, brushing aside the soft white drapes for the view of his beautiful daughters running around on the soft green grass under the protection of the sun. Orion, the family pet dog, was springing jumps of joy while catching frisbies. Andre sat on the window pane with his arms folded, and watching them play. A little wave to Athena as she gets distracted then to Serenity as Orion tackles her, and starts licking her face. What Kaitlyn said really got into his mind. If Dune ends him, could be doing this right now? It's funny really. They haven't stepped into the ring, and it felt like he's already in the house but Dune has something Andre doesn't have. No, not his powers from the Guardians. An evil side that actually doesn't regret anything unlike him.
Andre Holmes
I'm about to whoop some ass.
Sunday afternoon in Houston, Texas. Andre was at his residence on the couch playing his little X-Box One. Forza Horizon 3 just came out that was sponsoring UCI on youtube, and he got a free copy. Andre was really relaxing but also his hazel eyes latched to the flatscreen in the living room that had the volume turned up on the surround system. Each high-definition speaker wired at each corner of the ceiling, and the lights turned off for only the shining radiance of the sun to brighten the environment. Sinked into the comfortable cushions of his white couch, Andre kicked his feet up on the round glass table in the middle of the stadium of white couches surrounding it, and well supported by the brown rug covering the flooring of the living room.
A lot was on his mind but Dune was at the top of list. Especially the section where he was driving that dune buggy through the desert, and abandoned hill section of the game. Pressing his finger against the trigger, and pulling it to advance the acceleration of his chosen vehicle. He really thought about how much was on the line for Dune but he needed this win more than ever. People, and critics have always said that Andre Holmes needed that ONE motherfucker who could fuck his day up in one blink, and who better than Dune? Nobody else would be that stupid but the moment Jayson said his name, all Andre did was thanked him. Sure, the GM, and his own partner was well concerned for his health but when a man has nothing to fear, you shouldn't even be worried about him. Only thing Andre was focused on was the Tag Titles, his career, and his family. Dune. Oh yeah baby, that is something he's ALWAYS wanted.
Kaitlyn Curran
What the hell are you thinking?!
Kaitlyn came down the stairs barging, and mouthing off. Andre paused the game, and leaned off the couch. His blue shorts, and red shirt was all that he had on but Kaitlyn recently came back from work. She's now running an online fashion store, and had to be in downtown to attend a business meeting with her shareholders. He looked up at his girlfriend who had her hands solidly placed against her hips, that posture of an upset bitch ready to claw, and catfight any bum bitch in the Bad Girls Club household. Red hair in a ponytail, green eyes well locked on his presence, and if looks could kill; rest in peace Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
Kaitlyn Curran
Don't "uhh...." me. You know damn well what I'm talking about!
Andre Holmes
Uhh...
Kaitlyn Curran
Jayson Price just called my phone since you weren't answering yours. Why am I hearing about a Last Man Standing match with you against Dune?!
Andre Holmes
Oh yeah. Right.
News does travel fast when a man breaks into new playing grounds. Andre scratched the back of his head chuckling like it was joke but Kaitlyn did her research. She became overly-concerned that this 'Dune' guy would go way too far in a match without legal jurisdiction, and inflict his will on Andre. The physical difference way 100-1. Dune was a heavier, bigger, and stronger guy who could barely be taken down. In remembering the match he had with even his own brother Grayson Pierce, it took two matches just to even get this motherfucker off his feet, and Grayson is bigger than Andre so what the hell could Andre do to even hold him down...let alone for more than ten slow seconds? You'd have to admire how Kaitlyn really addressed him about these things; he was always the type of person to rush into challenges without understanding how tragic the outcome could be if things didn't go his way.
Kaitlyn Curran
Tell me you're not going through with this.
Andre Holmes
I am going through with this.
Kaitlyn Curran
Why?
Andre Holmes
Because I want to. I have to. This is a really huge moment for me, and who am I to just suddenly back out of a fight?
Kaitlyn Curran
I know but I think in this circumstance, it's okay to back out. This guy that Jayson told me about is really dangerous. Seriously honey, just back out.
He leaned forward against the arm rest. Back out? Are you kidding him? He had a lot of his friends, and critics say he wouldn't last but he damn sure didn't need it from his girlfriend. Andre rolled his eyes, and leaned back burying his forehead into the palm of his right hand. No matter where he went, there's always that saying of fight another day right. Always mean to fight another day but Andre doesn't want to fight another day. He wants to fight now, and that means fighting the next big guy in the business. Dune. It really pissed him off to hear Kaitlyn discouraging him against his massively destructive opponent. She did out of love. Understandable really but foolish. Andre is too hard headed to understand what surrender meant, and if it meant to be the last time he ever wrestled in the ring, he's going out with a BANG!
Andre Holmes
You're really standing there telling me to back out. Back out. Me. Back out?
Kaitlyn Curran
You don't have to prove anything. Who are you trying so hard to convince?
Andre Holmes
Me! Me Kaitlyn! Me! I don't like going to sleep, and hearing about how this guy could snap me with just his little pinky finger when I've endured much worse than him. You really think I like hearing about that shit? His reputation is already annoying the fuck out of me so I want to beat him to end everything, and solidify my spot in UCI. I'm sorry if you feel some type of way but I'm doing this to benefit me, and me alone.
Kaitlyn Curran
Oh yeah? And what about the kids? What about Serenity and Athena? You think they're going to be happy when their own FATHER comes back in a body cast or even worse, a body bag? You really haven't thought this through at all. You know what? Fine. Do what you got to do, and I'll do what I have to do for the family because I don't care about the short run. It's the long run that matters. Remember that.
She stormed away, and back into her retreat of her room upstairs. Andre shook his head, and even catapulted the black X-Box controlled halfway across the living room. A loud CLANG was heard of the impact, and it bounced off the brown walls back into the adjacent white couch. She had a point though. The long run is what every father needs to focus on to continue supporting his family. Professional Wrestling has a habit of ruining that, and each father has to sign the burdens of that future being demolished, and crumbled on the dotted line. So what the fuck was Kaitlyn doing trying to persuade him? Was it really out of love for the family or out of fear that she would lose Andre Holmes? It didn't matter. One key aspect was missing in her feelings for Andre, and that was trust. All he wanted was for her to trust him on his decision in facing the biggest opponent in his career so far.
Just trust him to go into that ring, and bring Dune a fucking war he could never handle but I guess he was already winning since he spread fear into the Holmes' household. He got up, and walked to the window panel, brushing aside the soft white drapes for the view of his beautiful daughters running around on the soft green grass under the protection of the sun. Orion, the family pet dog, was springing jumps of joy while catching frisbies. Andre sat on the window pane with his arms folded, and watching them play. A little wave to Athena as she gets distracted then to Serenity as Orion tackles her, and starts licking her face. What Kaitlyn said really got into his mind. If Dune ends him, could be doing this right now? It's funny really. They haven't stepped into the ring, and it felt like he's already in the house but Dune has something Andre doesn't have. No, not his powers from the Guardians. An evil side that actually doesn't regret anything unlike him.
I'm not a bad guy
From: HeelHolmes@wcfmail.com
To: FaceHolmes@ucimail.com
Subject: Dune
Do you really think I give a flying fuck about what other people think about me? Do you think I spend all my time reading the blogs, listening to the stupid fan interviews, the blogs, reviews, and even the retarded fucking articles on Forbes? If I did that, I wouldn't be where I am at with us huh? Standing tall on top of the UCI Tag Team Division as the single sole holder, the solo in this fucking "team" that everybody thinks we are. Allow me to introduce myself as the ONLY man in UCI HISTORY to hold BOTH Tag Team Championships in UCI, and the greatest top prospect hat was wrongfully denied the WCF, and UCI World Title because of a drunken fuck boy, and a general manager who can't take medication due to his love of his dick not getting hard for every grandmother infested with HIV that walks through his doors. I am that guy everyone wants to be. Not the Jack Schlongson's or the Celeste Mallory's but Andre Holmes. The only man they are talking about that is bigger than even the World Champion himself. I'm the money maker, the Connor McGreggor of UCI, and you all will come down to respect me.
Let me tell you something about Dune. There's not a day in this universe you will ever see me drop down to a knee, and beg for mercy because I will instead grab his mask by the throat, and stuff it well deep into his bowels. Watching him shit out his fears, and vomit out his guilt of not even taking me seriously. Yes Dune. You WERE the man. Keyword, WERE. Past tense meaning a LONG TIME AGO but in that wake of the days of future past, you DOMINATED. That I can respect, no. I don't respect because...I WAS NEVER THERE?! LOL?! You expect me to just drop all my fucking appreciations, and support the Dune church by paying funds into the congregration's charity bowls so you can hog the money for yourself, and defile the girls on the choir? No, no, no. The only reason you were even given a chance at the World Title because I didn't decide to JOIN WCF around that time. You were given an easy pass at Ultimate Showdown, at The Trilogy Cup, at Flash, at everyone. Everyone you passed through was because I didn't have the nerve to join at your fucking supposed legendary reign of has been, and losers.
Now what? What does everyone say now? 'You should be careful. Don't do this." Bitch. He shouldn't do this. UCI is my home, UCI is my fuckin' backyard, and he's trespassing on private property. The only thing he's ever done in this promotion is walked in to be the official of two wrestlers having the fuckin' storyline of Degrassi friend issues. I mean, how the fuck did even a referee shirt fit on the fat fuck? Does he really need to come back? Yes Jayson Price called him up, and said he was going to FEED HIM MORE. Ryback this motherfucker, and thought the main course was going to be me. No, the appetizer was going to be me but I got news for you Dune, and Price. I'm too expensive on the meat market that can't be bought so easily. What the fuck are you to do that will bring me as an appetizer? I know you can't say shit when the last match you had in the WCF was against Grayson Pierce, and Teo Del Sol. Two people you lost too, and not to mention Howard Black, and Occulo. I beat them BOTH on my own with a roll-up, and you still got your ass handed to them? So what does Dune done that makes me quake in my fuckin' boots?
To: FaceHolmes@uci.com, HeelHolmes@wcf.com
From: RelentlessHolmes@gmail.com
Subject: Dune
As I've said gentlemen, it doesn't matter. Everyone I have faced, I've brought them to their knees win or lose. Dune will be no different. I respect him but I do not fear him. I fear no one, and come at Nightmare on South Street. He will learn one thing. I'm not a good guy, I'm not a bad guy.
I'm simply Relentless
Do you really think I give a flying fuck about what other people think about me? Do you think I spend all my time reading the blogs, listening to the stupid fan interviews, the blogs, reviews, and even the retarded fucking articles on Forbes? If I did that, I wouldn't be where I am at with us huh? Standing tall on top of the UCI Tag Team Division as the single sole holder, the solo in this fucking "team" that everybody thinks we are. Allow me to introduce myself as the ONLY man in UCI HISTORY to hold BOTH Tag Team Championships in UCI, and the greatest top prospect hat was wrongfully denied the WCF, and UCI World Title because of a drunken fuck boy, and a general manager who can't take medication due to his love of his dick not getting hard for every grandmother infested with HIV that walks through his doors. I am that guy everyone wants to be. Not the Jack Schlongson's or the Celeste Mallory's but Andre Holmes. The only man they are talking about that is bigger than even the World Champion himself. I'm the money maker, the Connor McGreggor of UCI, and you all will come down to respect me.
Let me tell you something about Dune. There's not a day in this universe you will ever see me drop down to a knee, and beg for mercy because I will instead grab his mask by the throat, and stuff it well deep into his bowels. Watching him shit out his fears, and vomit out his guilt of not even taking me seriously. Yes Dune. You WERE the man. Keyword, WERE. Past tense meaning a LONG TIME AGO but in that wake of the days of future past, you DOMINATED. That I can respect, no. I don't respect because...I WAS NEVER THERE?! LOL?! You expect me to just drop all my fucking appreciations, and support the Dune church by paying funds into the congregration's charity bowls so you can hog the money for yourself, and defile the girls on the choir? No, no, no. The only reason you were even given a chance at the World Title because I didn't decide to JOIN WCF around that time. You were given an easy pass at Ultimate Showdown, at The Trilogy Cup, at Flash, at everyone. Everyone you passed through was because I didn't have the nerve to join at your fucking supposed legendary reign of has been, and losers.
Now what? What does everyone say now? 'You should be careful. Don't do this." Bitch. He shouldn't do this. UCI is my home, UCI is my fuckin' backyard, and he's trespassing on private property. The only thing he's ever done in this promotion is walked in to be the official of two wrestlers having the fuckin' storyline of Degrassi friend issues. I mean, how the fuck did even a referee shirt fit on the fat fuck? Does he really need to come back? Yes Jayson Price called him up, and said he was going to FEED HIM MORE. Ryback this motherfucker, and thought the main course was going to be me. No, the appetizer was going to be me but I got news for you Dune, and Price. I'm too expensive on the meat market that can't be bought so easily. What the fuck are you to do that will bring me as an appetizer? I know you can't say shit when the last match you had in the WCF was against Grayson Pierce, and Teo Del Sol. Two people you lost too, and not to mention Howard Black, and Occulo. I beat them BOTH on my own with a roll-up, and you still got your ass handed to them? So what does Dune done that makes me quake in my fuckin' boots?
CNN Breaking News!
"The masked murderer Dune is still on the run, and federal officials are conducting a nation wide search. A million dollar reward has been placed publicly for any information on the whereabouts. He was last seen on a show by the wrestling promotion, Wrestling Championship Federation. Wanted for the murder of Joseph Malignaggi, and Grayson Pierce's child. More will be told on the story later."
Is that it? That's it? Child murderer? You went out of your way to kill two children of Flash, and my friend Pierce? You had to go that fucking far to get under their skin, and gain some sort of advantage in psychological warfare maybe because you coudn't do it in the ring? Wow Dune. I read all of that, and one word springs up to my mind. Desperation. I want your fucking dumb ass to be desperte enough to go after my children so I can gladly get authorization from the Guardians, and electrocute your dumb ass so I don't have to waste my time embarrassing you when the humiliation should all fall on that fucking faggot Jack Schlongson. Please come to my fucking home in the middle of the night, break down the front door, and let me grab your fucking skull. Electrocute your skin, and watch your eye balls burst out like I'm performing the hidden Raiden fatality on Mortal Kombat X. You know damn well every person that has insulted me about my children has gone missing o ended up int he grave Dune. If you've watched me, you know that very well. The proof is all in my past, and my past is GLORIOUS! Glory filled with blood, death, and fuckin' sorrow from my enemies. That regret. You probably regretted taking their children's lives. I've taken lives too but you know what happened? I'd do it all again. See everyone, Dune is actually human but I'm not fucking not. I'm the villian everyone wants me to be right so what happens when Dune steps into the ring with me? #TumblrHolmes. Show him please.
Ooooh! That's gotta hurt. I mean really, seriously. I felt that a little. Felt my stomach churning, and twisting from that shot. Dropping Dune's body back as it burns, and the skin melting. It's only a flesh wound right? Ha, ha. WRONG. That's going to be a FRACTION of what I do to you at fuckin' Nightmare on South Street. Hear that? Nightmare on South Street? This isn't fuckin' ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN. Not fucking WAR. Not fucking TRILOGY CUP. It's NIGHTMARE-ON-SOUTH-STREET aka my fucking pay-per-view in my fucking yard. Your entrance fee will be the blood I rip from your mask, body, and soul. I'm going to expose Dune as the fucking simple bitch nigga he is when I drop his dumb fuckin' carcass in the center of the ring or wherever. It's all about me, and Dune. You want a fight? You got a fight. I'll see you soon, and by the way. Try not to steal someone out of the hospital I send you too this time? Thank you baby.
Yours Sincerely who doesn't give a flying fuck.
Heel Holmes lol.
Covered in black, and purse snatched from a young lady. The burglar was masked, and charging through the streets away from the police officers in downtown Houston. Already past midnight on Saturday, and officers were already losing trail of this asshole who likes to steal, and ruin nights for people other than getting a job, and sustaining hmself. He quickly threw himself into an alley, and stayed hidden in the darkness as a cover from the authorities. A few minutes later, and it seemed like the coast is clear. Standing taller behind the garbage trailer, and digging through the contents of the purse until he heard a click go off behind him. Who was it? Andre perched on top of an apartment balcony, positioned like a gargoyle on the metallic fence with his glowing blue eyes locked onto the neuro-electrical source. The robber looking up in complete dismay as Andre waved. He stuck out his knife, and pointed up, wrist shaking in complete fear as his breathy got heavier, and sweat dripped down the side of his face.
Robber
Who are you?
Andre Holmes
Andre. You?
Robber
I don't want no trouble so fuck off, and let me be.
Andre Holmes
Hmm. Nah. I'm gonna' need that purse to retain back to the lady so just throw it up, and I won't waste my time torturing you.
Robber
Are you fuckin' retarded? I have a knife dude.
Andre Holmes
You sure?
Robber
It's right here. Don't make me cut you man!
The knife in his right hand started vibrating thus making his too. He dropped the bag and the knife but they were both still floating up to his face. Quickly, they blasted away from his presence into the hands of Andre who magnetically stuck himself against the metallic fence on the balcony, and stood up. Strapping that bag over his right shoulder, and twirling the knife around his fingers as he gave a cute little wink to the robber becoming massively frustrated at the sheer embarrassing moment. As soon as Andre went to fly away from him, he spat out in complete anger with his voice echoing off brick wall to brick wall.
Robber
That's right man. You better run! Couldn't even knock me down for ten seconds!
Oh no. Andre heard those challenging words, and his eyes glowed even brighter. The robber started taking steps back but found his belt being dragged by some weird force in his eyes. Dragging his feet along the wet, and cold concrete ground even with his finger nails breaking after trying to hang onto the wall. Once he got under Andre, he started pleading for mercy; the knife in his right hand was vibrating again until slowly descending in front of his face. It kept vibrating faster, and faster before touching his neck then decapitating his head in a kinetic burst straight through the wall. The robber's head fell to the floor rolling under the garbage can, and his headless body colliding into the ground with blood splattering like a busted pipe among the floor forming that large puddle of blood. Andre smirked, and started counting while creating an electromagnetic field around him to carry him off into the sky.
Andre Holmes
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten.
"The masked murderer Dune is still on the run, and federal officials are conducting a nation wide search. A million dollar reward has been placed publicly for any information on the whereabouts. He was last seen on a show by the wrestling promotion, Wrestling Championship Federation. Wanted for the murder of Joseph Malignaggi, and Grayson Pierce's child. More will be told on the story later."
Is that it? That's it? Child murderer? You went out of your way to kill two children of Flash, and my friend Pierce? You had to go that fucking far to get under their skin, and gain some sort of advantage in psychological warfare maybe because you coudn't do it in the ring? Wow Dune. I read all of that, and one word springs up to my mind. Desperation. I want your fucking dumb ass to be desperte enough to go after my children so I can gladly get authorization from the Guardians, and electrocute your dumb ass so I don't have to waste my time embarrassing you when the humiliation should all fall on that fucking faggot Jack Schlongson. Please come to my fucking home in the middle of the night, break down the front door, and let me grab your fucking skull. Electrocute your skin, and watch your eye balls burst out like I'm performing the hidden Raiden fatality on Mortal Kombat X. You know damn well every person that has insulted me about my children has gone missing o ended up int he grave Dune. If you've watched me, you know that very well. The proof is all in my past, and my past is GLORIOUS! Glory filled with blood, death, and fuckin' sorrow from my enemies. That regret. You probably regretted taking their children's lives. I've taken lives too but you know what happened? I'd do it all again. See everyone, Dune is actually human but I'm not fucking not. I'm the villian everyone wants me to be right so what happens when Dune steps into the ring with me? #TumblrHolmes. Show him please.
Ooooh! That's gotta hurt. I mean really, seriously. I felt that a little. Felt my stomach churning, and twisting from that shot. Dropping Dune's body back as it burns, and the skin melting. It's only a flesh wound right? Ha, ha. WRONG. That's going to be a FRACTION of what I do to you at fuckin' Nightmare on South Street. Hear that? Nightmare on South Street? This isn't fuckin' ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN. Not fucking WAR. Not fucking TRILOGY CUP. It's NIGHTMARE-ON-SOUTH-STREET aka my fucking pay-per-view in my fucking yard. Your entrance fee will be the blood I rip from your mask, body, and soul. I'm going to expose Dune as the fucking simple bitch nigga he is when I drop his dumb fuckin' carcass in the center of the ring or wherever. It's all about me, and Dune. You want a fight? You got a fight. I'll see you soon, and by the way. Try not to steal someone out of the hospital I send you too this time? Thank you baby.
Yours Sincerely who doesn't give a flying fuck.
Heel Holmes lol.
Covered in black, and purse snatched from a young lady. The burglar was masked, and charging through the streets away from the police officers in downtown Houston. Already past midnight on Saturday, and officers were already losing trail of this asshole who likes to steal, and ruin nights for people other than getting a job, and sustaining hmself. He quickly threw himself into an alley, and stayed hidden in the darkness as a cover from the authorities. A few minutes later, and it seemed like the coast is clear. Standing taller behind the garbage trailer, and digging through the contents of the purse until he heard a click go off behind him. Who was it? Andre perched on top of an apartment balcony, positioned like a gargoyle on the metallic fence with his glowing blue eyes locked onto the neuro-electrical source. The robber looking up in complete dismay as Andre waved. He stuck out his knife, and pointed up, wrist shaking in complete fear as his breathy got heavier, and sweat dripped down the side of his face.
Robber
Who are you?
Andre Holmes
Andre. You?
Robber
I don't want no trouble so fuck off, and let me be.
Andre Holmes
Hmm. Nah. I'm gonna' need that purse to retain back to the lady so just throw it up, and I won't waste my time torturing you.
Robber
Are you fuckin' retarded? I have a knife dude.
Andre Holmes
You sure?
Robber
It's right here. Don't make me cut you man!
The knife in his right hand started vibrating thus making his too. He dropped the bag and the knife but they were both still floating up to his face. Quickly, they blasted away from his presence into the hands of Andre who magnetically stuck himself against the metallic fence on the balcony, and stood up. Strapping that bag over his right shoulder, and twirling the knife around his fingers as he gave a cute little wink to the robber becoming massively frustrated at the sheer embarrassing moment. As soon as Andre went to fly away from him, he spat out in complete anger with his voice echoing off brick wall to brick wall.
Robber
That's right man. You better run! Couldn't even knock me down for ten seconds!
Oh no. Andre heard those challenging words, and his eyes glowed even brighter. The robber started taking steps back but found his belt being dragged by some weird force in his eyes. Dragging his feet along the wet, and cold concrete ground even with his finger nails breaking after trying to hang onto the wall. Once he got under Andre, he started pleading for mercy; the knife in his right hand was vibrating again until slowly descending in front of his face. It kept vibrating faster, and faster before touching his neck then decapitating his head in a kinetic burst straight through the wall. The robber's head fell to the floor rolling under the garbage can, and his headless body colliding into the ground with blood splattering like a busted pipe among the floor forming that large puddle of blood. Andre smirked, and started counting while creating an electromagnetic field around him to carry him off into the sky.
Andre Holmes
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten.
As I've said gentlemen, it doesn't matter. Everyone I have faced, I've brought them to their knees win or lose. Dune will be no different. I respect him but I do not fear him. I fear no one, and come at Nightmare on South Street. He will learn one thing. I'm not a good guy, I'm not a bad guy.
I'm simply Relentless
