Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on May 21, 2016 17:49:12 GMT -6
Sometimes the decisions a person makes can be all too crazy especially in an environment where nothing ever gets to make sense, and we mean ever. A lot of events in history went down in mankind that had to be put to an end, and recently, one struck the nation like lightning hit a tree twice for good measure. These events erupted in a chain reaction, not the sixth grade chemistry class. A chain reaction of chaos with rival gangs pooling their capital together to buy all the professional wrestling organizations as much they could. This new business of the fight organizations hidden underneath the table, the breadcrumbs were being tracked to a new era. An era where even professional wrestling itself would now be deemed a life or death situation. Andre knew that situation better than anyone with the history of his own career but what mattered to him most was that his world didn't need any outsiders. Only he was deemed fit to walk the path of being in that world alone not only for safety of his daughters but for those who don't understand the choice they made.
After what went down in Mexico, the only place to return to was his home back in Houston, Texas. It sucked that his success in the previous organization, WCF for brief purposes, had to end abruptly all because the government couldn't make a quick buck out of the chaos...but then again, it's 'not' their chaos. The answers were right there. Why suddenly just shut down a privately owned sport that's making money on their own? Too much revenue being missed in their pockets or men who finally worked all their hard life to achieve their dream of pushing the sport of Professional Wrestling. Andre knew that power could corrupt someone so bad. What do all men or women with power want? More power. Well, what's in the past is in the past. Tuesday afternoon, and already a week passed from what happened down in Mexico. Andre was in the living room of his home in the suburbs. Sunlight sipping the fresh air in his living room with the window security giving it a VIP pass. White V-Neck Shirt on with the black running shorts. On his right side, and right cheek pressed against the green cushion pillow on the couch. He was watching Game of Thrones, the remote hanging from his fingertips.
Andre Holmes
Boo. Nobody likes the Dothraki anyways. Bunch of horse fuckers. Ha...horse fuckers. I gotta use that one the next time I do an exclusive...if I ever will.
He turned up the volume on his surround system. Four speakers on each corner of the living room touching the ceiling all hooked up to his Vizio screen. Leaning against the cushion pillow, he was quite comfortable. The room was pretty big. Walls painted green, three couches in a square lining with a giant white rug in the center of the room. A glass table having nothing but a folder that's been left there with his name on it. Andre really wasn't in the mood to accept any mail especially not knowing who its from. The last time that happened well...some pictures are not worth a thousand words.
Andre Holmes
Motherfucker! Are you kidding me DANAERYS?! Why would you JOIN them again?!
He violently kept switching the channels until reaching Starz as they played Big Hero 6.
Andre Holmes
Alright. Fuck it. I'll watch this shit.
Kaitlyn, his girlfriend, walked into the room having her red hair in a pony tail. It only touched her shoulders, and she marched in wearing nothing but a blank tank top, and tight short jean shorts. Standing in front of the television, Andre looked up into her green eyes that reflected her anger at him.
Andre Holmes
The fucks wrong with you?
Kaitlyn Curran
You were supposed to take out the trash.
Andre Holmes
Oh shit, I was?!
Kaitlyn Curran
Yes.
Oh that look was not good. Kaitlyn was only 5'9" but she could hit like a 7 foot tall ass Italian...and you can't teach that. She quickly snatched the remote from his right hand, and Andre sat up on the couch annoyed.
Andre Holmes
Jesus Christ! Okay! God...
He got up from the couch, and immediately walked into the kitchen. What? I said the room was big because the living room was literally the living room, and kitchen in one. Andre grabbed the black trash bag after pulling it out from under the sink while Kaitlyn rolled her eyes at the unopened folder with his name on it.
Kaitlyn Curran
You haven't checked this yet?
Andre Holmes
Do I need to?
Kaitlyn Curran
It could be important.
Andre Holmes
Yeah right.
She sat down on the couch while Andre headed outside to dump the garbage can in the garbage bin outside their house for waste management to collect. While he's outside, she takes the folder in her hands, and rips open the top of it. A document was inside, no a contract. Her eyes narrowed at the words 'U C I', and his name was printed on the first page under the supposed owner "Spencer Adams". Andre walked back inside closing the front door behind him then reunited with his girlfriend by sitting beside her on the couch. He too was confused by the document.
Kaitlyn Curran
What is this?
Andre Holmes
A contract for me. United Championship Infinite? Another wrestling company? Yeah, screw that. I'm done.
He got up from the couch, and went to the kitchen for some lemonade.
Kaitlyn Curran
It says its from Spencer Adams.
Hearing that name, he slammed the fridge door shut, and marched back to the living room section with that large red cup of lemonade in his hand. Sitting down beside her again, he took the contract, and read it himself; This was really serious if Spencer Adams was involved.
Andre Holmes
The hell?
Kaitlyn Curran
I thought you said you were done especially after what happened in Mexico.
Andre Holmes
I said I was done with that company ever since the Cartel shit was exposed. I mean, I knew sooner than later we would be on the wire for all the crazy shit we did but that clean sweep happened way too fast. It's just weird that Spencer would be hitting me up for his start up promotion.
Kaitlyn Curran
What are you gonna do?
Andre Holmes
I don't know. I need to call him.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, you can do this now. I need to pick up Sorority, and Athena from school. See ya.
Andre Holmes
Alright, I'll be here.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the keys to the Lexus L350 off the glass table. After she shut the door to the garage behind her, Andre dialed Spencer's number. The call was made.
Andre Holmes
What the fuck is this?
Spencer Adams
What?
Andre Holmes
A contract? Really? You can't be sending me one especially after the Mexico shit show.
Spencer Adams
I understand where you're coming from but you can't tell me you're just gonna give up after that. I've seen you been through worse.
He had a point there. A psychological twisted woman with a demented purpose to rape a man, and take his family to the grave is way worse than a government purge. Andre exhaled, and sat down on the couch reading every detail of the UCI contract.
Andre Holmes
That doesn't matter. You've seen what happened, it was on NATIONAL TELEVISION! Many people got the full shit of the clean sweep, and now you're going to open another promotion...in CHICAGO? Out of all places, you chose the most popular location for Pro Wrestling Fanatics as if the crooks weren't going to seize that city already. You're literally asking me to set foot into the heart of warfare, and I can't go through that shit again. My family was at too much risk, whats to say it'll happen again?
Spencer Adams
I don't know. I don't know what will happen but I sent you the contract because you're one of the few guys I trust to believe in helping this sport come back from what happened down in Mexico. Like or not Andre, you can't escape what you love so much.
Damn. Deja Vu. Andre said those same words when he received the contract from WCF as well. Truth always comes back to bite someone in the ass. No matter how much he denied it, he was born to be a Professional Wrestler even if it mean walking into uncharted territory with a big X marked on his chest.
Andre Holmes
...You got a point there. Damn you Spence. What's so different about this one anyways?
Spencer Adams
Co-Ownership.
Andre Holmes
Co-Ownership? Whose the others?
Spencer Adams
Benjamin Atreyu, John Gable, and Hacksaw Jim Thuggin.
Andre Holmes
Since when did you become friends with all them motherfuckers?
Spencer Adams
I ask myself that every day but we made it work. Anyways, call me when you make the decision. Meeting time. See you later Holmes.
The call ended, and he sat back down on the couch. Leaning forward, slouging, and head hanging. The decision was right there in front of him, and all he needed to do was sign the dotted line. Kaitlyn came back with his daughters, Serenity, and Athena. Closing the door to the garage behind her after parking in, Athena took off her bag, and threw it down near the wall in the hallway. She quickly ran into the living room, and hopped onto Andre's lap. Pretty energetic for a six year old, and of course her father was ecstatic to see her. Serenity said hi, and went upstairs to her room for a little nap while Athena kept him company. Kaitlyn took a call in the master bedroom but Andre stared hard down at the contract before him.
Athena Holmes
Hey Daddy, what's this?
He fixed her red headband to accommodate her short brunette hair.
Andre Holmes
It's a contract. It's umm what people put their names down when they say yes to a job. Daddy's being chosen to wrestle again.
Athena Holmes
Can I read it?
Andre Holmes
Sure.
He gave her the contract, and she held it close to her face trying to pronounce the 'big words'.
Athena Holmes
Dear Mr. Holmes, United Championship Infinite would like you to sign a two year 'condact' to join our talent 'foster'.
Andre laughed hysterically from the mispronunciations, and kissed her on the cheek for her good effort. However, the decision still had to be made, and it was even harder with his daughter right there; Make matters worst was he had to be separated from his family yet again. Athena looked into his eyes, and had to ask him sincerely.
Athena Holmes
So are you gonna put your name down? What's your answer?
Andre Holmes
...
Yes.
The hotel room was pretty big for the time being after moving to Chicago for the first show. Living accommodations of renting a decent priced apartment wasn't really going as expected because of a few financial problems his bank was experiencing. Brown painted walls with a white rug, two beds with green, and blue sheets. A small living room, bathroom, and even a miniature kitchen. A brown painted wooden bed stand with an antique lamp, and electronic alarm clock with an MP3 player installed. He sat down on the bed nearest to the window panel on the wall showing how tall the Marriott Hotel was. The great view of a city at night illuminating everything. Welcome to the Concrete Jungle of Stars he thought. Holding the lucky Canon Camera in his left hand, the vision of the lens showed only his face as he was just wearing a V-Neck T-shirt with a silver chain necklace.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
My answer was yes. I signed my name down on that dotted line, sent it to Spencer Adams, and it was official right then, and there. Andre Holmes is officially one of the talent for United Championship Infinite. He was right. I can't resist the one thing that I love, and that's Professional Wrestling. It's more than a sport to me, it's my way of life. It's everything I've always wanted to do, and everything I've always wanted to be. Everything that I am is because of Professional Wrestling so taking that away from me, you're taking away my entire soul. A soulless man has no boundaries. No purpose, no meaning. Wresting gave me a purpose, and now I'm in need of it again. So when Spencer Adams sent me that contract to my own household, that fire that went dark inside me exploded into a ball of fire pummeling through the atmospheres of our planet. It rekindled the light in my heart, and the darkness was gone. I was at peace, finally happy to be back in the squared circle where I always belong. I'm not gonna lie. I had a few doubts as any father would especially after what happened down in Mexico. Shady shit always happen, and especially when the government is involved. I'm not a conspiracy fanatic but its just funny that after 50 years they let the sport grew but when it was too much for them to keep their taxpayers on, they shut it down. The Underground is where everything starts to grow until it breaks out onto the surface. UCI may start small but will eventually rise to become the new dynasty in this new era of Professional Wrestling but that dynasty will be led by one man carrying the flag for his people, and that one man's name is Andre Holmes.
So yeah, it's going to be interesting how it plays out for my future. What will I do for UCI, and what will UCI do for me? Will I be the inaugural World Champion for UCI? Yes? Will be the greatest of all time in this company? Yes? Will another ugly bitch try to ruin my personal life? Why do you think Thursday Kerrigan is here? UCI isn't a bunch of no's, it's an endless possibility of yes'. Reason why is because a new start means new beginnings but even the past can come back to haunt us when we're not having eyes in the back of our head. That could be said to my opponents my the official first show of UCI..Overload where a tournament has been officially announced to crown the first ever UCI World Heavyweight Championship. My loyal fans knows me all too well. I breathe, eat, and sleep on becoming the best wherever I am at, and that damn sure is becoming the first ever UCI World Champion. I'd say it was my manifest destiny, and my birth right. Yeah, arrogant, cocky, too much. Those adjectives much my name all the fucking time but the one thing that separates me from everyone else in the world that I have never failed to back up what I said. When I say I'm going to do something, it always happens. Tell me when it hasn't?...I'm waiting. Right, it ALWAYS happen, and this time it won't be no different. We have the Conor McGregrors, the Anderson Silva's, the Mayweathers, the Muhammad Ali's but where are the Andre Holmes? There's only one of me, and that one of me is the only man that matters in UCI. Sure, we got some great people coming back that everyone loves but none of those men have what it takes to go the extra mile in ensuring that their opponent never gets back up again.
Andre crosses his legs on the bed, and turns down the volume on the television set.
So Polar. This is the first time we're meeting, and yet it doesn't feel like I should be happy or excited. Sure, everyone in the company will have their little happy dance, their orgasms, their time of yippy skippy crap when they hear that Polar Phantasm has joined UCI because of the great accomplishments he had but my problem with you is that...what about me? I joined UCI too, and I barely got the recognition that you got even though I've been in this sport longer than you have. Sure, my thirteen years of Wrestling doesn't match up to Polar's incredible war stories, and his actions that shook the very ground we walk on? It's shit like that that keeps me awake, and has my knuckles breaking even when I ball my fist. Polar, let's get one thing straight. You might be the favorite to win this match but you're not the one to become UCI World Champion. You've held many World Titles but so have I yet you don't see my name being tweeted as much as yours do or the views about me coming up short of yours. I just want to address what even Shadowlove tweeted about me as well. The jackass said I needed to throw my name around, and make sure everyone else understands that I am the only thing that matter. And guess what? He's right! I want to be the face of UCI, I want my name plastered everywhere in the arena. I want my face to be featured on the introduction of UCI: Overload, and even my insignia printed on the ring canvas. Who wouldn't? If you gave anyone the chance to have their face, and name printed on the largest Billboard on I-95 in Miami, they would take that shit in a flash of an eye blink. It's called being an egomaniac but my definition of one is someone who could back up anything they could say. Polar, you don't have that in you anymore. You know what I call you? A filler. A Naruto Filler for example. Think of the vs Pain series. Every fucking three episodes, they put two episodes of fillers that are supposedly to show valuable information to the current plot but everyone skips them to focus more on what actually happens in the fight. Guess what Polar? That's you. You're the filler to my career. Nobody wants to see Polar Phantasm as World Champion because you can't hack it against me. You don't have the drive, the intensity, and damn sure don't have the passion to be as Relentless to anyone of your opponents. I'm digging straight into your soul, and all I see is a man who wants to be around instead of being in the front.
I had that same mentality when I was so young. It didn't mean a damn thing to me. I was in High School, and all I wanted to be was the dude who could stick around. Every day living with that mindset continued to drive me into madness. Too long have I had to be sitting in the back seat watching everyone else have their chance at the driver's wheels but what made it even worse was that the people driving didn't even know how to change gears, and master the clutch on reaching maximum speed. So I kicked out the door, sat in the driver's seat, strapped my seat belt, and then what do you know? Fastest time I made. That's exactly how I see it in this. Polar Phantasm is supposed to be the guy in that drivers seat but all I see a man who still fits into the category of a Ricer. What? Am I supposed to be the new guy, and make fun of his name Polar? Oh, what kind of guy names himself Polar? SUB-ZERO! Wooooo! Oh my god! I've got that down. He's so gone, I won the match with that insult alone?! Woo, woo, woo! B-B-B-B-B-BOOOOOOM! Really? Is this the fifth grade? Now Polar, you're going to make your little promo, exclusive or whatever the hell you do trying to look down on me as the kid who needs to learn the ropes, show respect to the elderly but in all honesty, where's my respect in my thirteen years of wrestling? I've done much more than you yet everyone overlooks it because you're "POLAR PHANTASM".
WHAT ABOUT ME?! I've won CHAMPIONSHIPS AROUND THE WORLD! I've beaten the best they threw at me, even held a World Title for more than THREE YEARS yet everything doesn't matter because my name isn't POLAR PHANTASM! Well guess what? I'm glad my name isn't Polar Phantasm because that name will be seen only on the reports of a patient in critical condition at a hospital. That name will be the last thing you hear before the doctors are forced to pull the plug on your life support, and your vision slowly fading away as you're being pushed into the light.
He got up from his bed, and walked to the window panel. The camera lens shows the city of Chicago bright in the night.
See this Polar. I bet if you asked every person in the street about you, they would give you your own full bibliography. On the flip side, ask them about me, and they wouldn't be as much as everyone. I'm fucking disgusted that the booking team put us in the same match with even Kyle Kemp who would be saying the same damn thing as me but couldn't hack it as much as you do. You fucking cheeky bitch. You get all the recognition yet I'm the one scraping, and clawing my ass just to make sure that my kids can even eat tonight. Polar, I respect you but I don't respect the reputation. Overrated. That's exactly what you are. Overrated. They think you're one of the favourites to win this tournament but in reality, you're the underdog. I am the top seed, the top choice, and the top man to hold this company on its two feet. I'm going to be the man carrying the flag. Not damn sure Polar Phantasm as he could barely stand on his two feet watching himself be carried out from The Warehouse, and placed on a stretcher to be escorted to the hospital. Polar..
Andre focused the camera on his face.
It's over before it even began. Remember what Captain America said in Age of Ultron? Every time someone tries to end a war before it begins, innocents die. What happens if someone ends a war before anyone thinks of one? Hmm? Perhaps we'll find out when I win on the first show of Overload.
Saturday morning, and Andre is almost finished packing his two suitcases, and carriage in his master bedroom. Sitting on the edge of his king sized bed with the sheets pushed to one side, Kaitlyn is putting on her make up in the master bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, working hard on her eyeliner. Of course no one is happy that Andre has to leave but its for the better of keeping sure the finance is running. The Holmes MMA Gym is producing more than enough money but the real money comes from his career. He fixed the wrist watch on his left wrist, the silver chain necklace around his neck. Even making sure his black buttoned shirt, and black jean pants was on correctly, and double tieing his white jays. Kaitlyn walked out from the bedroom having her red hair down, and the kids were downstairs in the living room watching Amazing World of Gumball waiting to leave.
Kaitlyn Curran
Got everything?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Should be a three to four hour flight on Jetblue.
She stood in front of him, and made sure he looked proper. Arms caressing her waist, and he looked up into her green eyes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Five months right?
Andre Holmes
Yeah.
Kaitlyn Curran
Hmm...I'm glad I met you. I really do love you.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. I love me too.
Kaitlyn Curran
Stop it!
She slapped him on the shoulder. Andre chuckled as Kaitlyn smiled. She quickly stood on her knees, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. Having her hands around his neck, Andre grasped his hands down on her bosom.
Andre Holmes
I'm gonna miss you. I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise.
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm pregnant.
Holy shit. His hazel eyes widened, and Kaitlyn smiled. She was having his third child, and they weren't even married yet. Five months into the relationship, and they already fell in love with each other yet she's only twenty five years old, and pregnant. He didn't know what to say, everything was stumbling or broken. Kaitlyn quickly held onto him, and kissed him on the lips to shut him up. Today was a beautiful moment, and he quickly called for Serenity, and Athena to come upstairs. The two girls raced to meet their father, and soon to be step-mother in the master bedroom.
Athena Holmes
Yeah Dad?
Kaitlyn Curran
Kaitlyn has something to say.
Serenity Holmes
What is it?
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm pregnant. We're gonna have a baby.
Athena quickly rushed into the arms of Kaitlyn while Serenity was hesitant on the matter. She still had the love of Samantha, his ex-wife and mother of Athena, and Serenity. It's just weird to her that a new girl in Andre's life is having a baby, and soon to be a permanent member of the family. She moved her long red hair from out of her face, and headed downstairs. While Athena, and Kaitlyn were celebrating, Andre followed Serenity to the garage where she already was sitting down in the back seat. He already carried the suitcases, and carriage down to place it in the trunk of the Lexus L350, and even sat down in the drivers seat. Looking in the rear view mirror, he wasn't very happy to see his own daughter sulking.
Andre Holmes
You alright?
Serenity Holmes
No.
Andre Holmes
It's because of...your mother huh?
Serenity Holmes
Yeah. I miss her.
He sighed.
Andre Holmes
I do too but what happened happened, and I'm moving on. I know it's not easy for you but its for the better. We're happier than we've ever been, and you love Kaitlyn.
Serenity Holmes
It's not Kaitlyn I'm worried about or the baby. It's just weird that everyone else that I know has a good family yet I feel like I'm the only kid in my group whose got parent issues.
That struck him in the heart. Before he replied, Athena already came downstairs with Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn in the passenger seat, and Athena in the backseat leaning against Serenity for comfort. He nodded to Serenity, and took off to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport. After twenty minutes of driving, they've finally reached the departing section of the airport where he parked the car temporarily at the Jetblue station. Everyone got out of the car, and even the service men helped him with his bags. He hugged Athena, and Serenity well into his arms.
Andre Holmes
Take care of each other, and listen to Kaitlyn okay? Make sure she's okay too.
Serenity looked down but Andre held her chin up.
Andre Holmes
Hey, don't worry. Everything will be okay, and you may have that little brother you always wanted.
She nodded, and smiled. As the two kids went back into the car, Andre turned to Kaitlyn who held onto him. Leaning her head against his chest.
Kaitlyn Curran
Come back soon. Please.
Andre Holmes
I will. I promise.
They kissed each other passionately until letting go. Finally, he was separated from his family again which pretty much sucked. Time is a very valuable thing that everyone should appreciate, and especially with your family. So yeah, it was very hard to be away from then again but it was whatever. The job needed to be done, and money needed to be made. An hour of passing through security, getting flight gate details, passport, and even waiting half an hour to be board. The plane took off from the airport, and was now in flight to Chicago, Illinois. He sat down in coach in the middle section, always window seat. Andre continued staring through the window, watching the clouds pass by until he felt a little kid's head against his shoulder. When he looked down, he saw a Polar Phantasm shirt.
Andre Holmes
Hey kid. Nice shirt. Polar Phantasm you're favorite dude?
Kid
Yeah. He's my favorite wrestler. Especially with this new company called UCI. He's going off against this loser Kyle Kemp, and idiot Andre Holmes.
Idiot? Andre never had a kid call him that before but he played along.
Andre Holmes
So you think Polar is gonna win?
Kid
Yeah.
Andre Holmes
So what about Kyle Kemp or Andre Holmes?
Kid
Doesn't matter. Polar is the best. No one can beat him.
Andre Holmes
Well. Did you know that Andre Holmes held a World Title for over three years or Kyle Kemp is a former champion in Pro Wrestling?
Kid
It doesn't matter! Polar is the only guy who should be World Champion. Polar is the best of all time.
Andre Holmes
I see...
He slowly turned his head away, and narrowed his hazel eyes as he looked out the window. Hearing that reaction was eating away, why should Polar Phantasm be called the greatest of all time? It was unfair, and not right. In his mind, Andre believed he was the best, and if it meant taking out Polar Phantasm, and Kyle Kemp for good, so let it be. His hand grasped firmly, and the grip around the arm rest was getting tighter, and tighter. No longer would the back seat of history come into play again. No fucking longer.
So yeah! I'm pissed! I'm upset, and furious, and even flat out ready for blood. However, there's also somebody else in my own way that doesn't even deserve to breathe my own air, and that's Kyle Kemp! The same guy I knew years ago who kept running his mouth about being the best until I STEPPED IN! Kyle Kemp shouldn't even have been signed to UCI because he can't even do a proper suplex right without botching it. I have more talent in my own pinkey than Kyle Kemp will ever have, and yet he's being thrown in the match with me because he's nothing more than a chew toy for two hungry wolves. This is literally the management of UCI saying to us that Kyle Kemp is just a jobber who needs to prove himself inside the ring of two very decorated-- sorry ONE decorated wrestler, and an overrated punk! Kyle Kemp. I remember you more than I remember Polar Phantasm but the last time I ever saw you in the ring was you down the canvas, and my hand raised. This won't be no different!
As a matter of fact, let me break it down for you Kyle. You're the guy that will stand in front of a firing squad, and scream how invincible you are until you feel those thousand rounds of bullets ripping straight through your flesh. This isn't ballet, this isn't a screaming contest. This is PROFESSIONAL Wrestling, and that's where I excel at more than anything in the world. Kyle needs this as a way to be recognized, a way to get his face on billboards, television. His own theme song "Better Than You" explains what type of guy he is. An arrogant prick who looks down on anyone else who he believes isn't on his level...so pretty much everyone else. At least with Polar, he gives some recognition but with Kyle Kemp, this guy just doesn't give a flying fuck. He's one of the guys who would just kiss a baby to make himself look good on TV but when the cameras off, he'll rip the baby from the mother's arms, and throw it in the middle of the street all because he doesn't agree that this baby looks right. I'm so fucking done with this dude, I can't deal with that type of mentality. Yeah, some people say I'll be the same way but I'm doing this for myself. I never look down on anyone, I welcome anyone who wants to prove me wrong in the ring but Kyle Kemp isn't the guy who can do it. He's just another loud mouth who thinks being wrestler is the starting point to being the next Actor of the Year for the Oscars. I wish you good luck because you might be a better actor than you are as a wrestler Kyle Kemp.
You were never made for the sport, never built for this type of insanity. We're going into the ring to beat the crap out of each other so how are you "Better Than Me" when I've proven to be a greater threat than you are in the match? Who loves Kyle Kemp? No one! Who wants Kyle Kemp to win? No one! Who wants Kyle Kemp to actually go inside the ring, and perform? ...Ehh...NO FUCKING ONE! What purpose do you have here in UCI? Announcer, commentator, ringside crew, road agent? It damn sure can't be Wrestler because the last time you tried, you failed so hard. If Spencer Adams let you into UCI because he thought you deserved, you're fucking more retarded than you thought. He needed a jobber to make someone look good, he needed someone to put someone over. Guess what? You're it. THE UCI GATEKEEPER! That's what you are. Spencer knew that he saw the GATEKEEPER OF UCI, and you were the perfect example so once again, I'll tell you this. It's going to be fun stepping on your face mat, and walking over both of you because I damn sure won't ever have to waste my time with a man who couldn't even handle being in the ring with a 5'9, 201 pounder!
And for anyone who doesn't believe I won't be the inaugural UCI World Champion, I have three words.
Prove...
Me...
Wrong...
After what went down in Mexico, the only place to return to was his home back in Houston, Texas. It sucked that his success in the previous organization, WCF for brief purposes, had to end abruptly all because the government couldn't make a quick buck out of the chaos...but then again, it's 'not' their chaos. The answers were right there. Why suddenly just shut down a privately owned sport that's making money on their own? Too much revenue being missed in their pockets or men who finally worked all their hard life to achieve their dream of pushing the sport of Professional Wrestling. Andre knew that power could corrupt someone so bad. What do all men or women with power want? More power. Well, what's in the past is in the past. Tuesday afternoon, and already a week passed from what happened down in Mexico. Andre was in the living room of his home in the suburbs. Sunlight sipping the fresh air in his living room with the window security giving it a VIP pass. White V-Neck Shirt on with the black running shorts. On his right side, and right cheek pressed against the green cushion pillow on the couch. He was watching Game of Thrones, the remote hanging from his fingertips.
Andre Holmes
Boo. Nobody likes the Dothraki anyways. Bunch of horse fuckers. Ha...horse fuckers. I gotta use that one the next time I do an exclusive...if I ever will.
He turned up the volume on his surround system. Four speakers on each corner of the living room touching the ceiling all hooked up to his Vizio screen. Leaning against the cushion pillow, he was quite comfortable. The room was pretty big. Walls painted green, three couches in a square lining with a giant white rug in the center of the room. A glass table having nothing but a folder that's been left there with his name on it. Andre really wasn't in the mood to accept any mail especially not knowing who its from. The last time that happened well...some pictures are not worth a thousand words.
Andre Holmes
Motherfucker! Are you kidding me DANAERYS?! Why would you JOIN them again?!
He violently kept switching the channels until reaching Starz as they played Big Hero 6.
Andre Holmes
Alright. Fuck it. I'll watch this shit.
Kaitlyn, his girlfriend, walked into the room having her red hair in a pony tail. It only touched her shoulders, and she marched in wearing nothing but a blank tank top, and tight short jean shorts. Standing in front of the television, Andre looked up into her green eyes that reflected her anger at him.
Andre Holmes
The fucks wrong with you?
Kaitlyn Curran
You were supposed to take out the trash.
Andre Holmes
Oh shit, I was?!
Kaitlyn Curran
Yes.
Oh that look was not good. Kaitlyn was only 5'9" but she could hit like a 7 foot tall ass Italian...and you can't teach that. She quickly snatched the remote from his right hand, and Andre sat up on the couch annoyed.
Andre Holmes
Jesus Christ! Okay! God...
He got up from the couch, and immediately walked into the kitchen. What? I said the room was big because the living room was literally the living room, and kitchen in one. Andre grabbed the black trash bag after pulling it out from under the sink while Kaitlyn rolled her eyes at the unopened folder with his name on it.
Kaitlyn Curran
You haven't checked this yet?
Andre Holmes
Do I need to?
Kaitlyn Curran
It could be important.
Andre Holmes
Yeah right.
She sat down on the couch while Andre headed outside to dump the garbage can in the garbage bin outside their house for waste management to collect. While he's outside, she takes the folder in her hands, and rips open the top of it. A document was inside, no a contract. Her eyes narrowed at the words 'U C I', and his name was printed on the first page under the supposed owner "Spencer Adams". Andre walked back inside closing the front door behind him then reunited with his girlfriend by sitting beside her on the couch. He too was confused by the document.
Kaitlyn Curran
What is this?
Andre Holmes
A contract for me. United Championship Infinite? Another wrestling company? Yeah, screw that. I'm done.
He got up from the couch, and went to the kitchen for some lemonade.
Kaitlyn Curran
It says its from Spencer Adams.
Hearing that name, he slammed the fridge door shut, and marched back to the living room section with that large red cup of lemonade in his hand. Sitting down beside her again, he took the contract, and read it himself; This was really serious if Spencer Adams was involved.
Andre Holmes
The hell?
Kaitlyn Curran
I thought you said you were done especially after what happened in Mexico.
Andre Holmes
I said I was done with that company ever since the Cartel shit was exposed. I mean, I knew sooner than later we would be on the wire for all the crazy shit we did but that clean sweep happened way too fast. It's just weird that Spencer would be hitting me up for his start up promotion.
Kaitlyn Curran
What are you gonna do?
Andre Holmes
I don't know. I need to call him.
Kaitlyn Curran
Well, you can do this now. I need to pick up Sorority, and Athena from school. See ya.
Andre Holmes
Alright, I'll be here.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the keys to the Lexus L350 off the glass table. After she shut the door to the garage behind her, Andre dialed Spencer's number. The call was made.
Andre Holmes
What the fuck is this?
Spencer Adams
What?
Andre Holmes
A contract? Really? You can't be sending me one especially after the Mexico shit show.
Spencer Adams
I understand where you're coming from but you can't tell me you're just gonna give up after that. I've seen you been through worse.
He had a point there. A psychological twisted woman with a demented purpose to rape a man, and take his family to the grave is way worse than a government purge. Andre exhaled, and sat down on the couch reading every detail of the UCI contract.
Andre Holmes
That doesn't matter. You've seen what happened, it was on NATIONAL TELEVISION! Many people got the full shit of the clean sweep, and now you're going to open another promotion...in CHICAGO? Out of all places, you chose the most popular location for Pro Wrestling Fanatics as if the crooks weren't going to seize that city already. You're literally asking me to set foot into the heart of warfare, and I can't go through that shit again. My family was at too much risk, whats to say it'll happen again?
Spencer Adams
I don't know. I don't know what will happen but I sent you the contract because you're one of the few guys I trust to believe in helping this sport come back from what happened down in Mexico. Like or not Andre, you can't escape what you love so much.
Damn. Deja Vu. Andre said those same words when he received the contract from WCF as well. Truth always comes back to bite someone in the ass. No matter how much he denied it, he was born to be a Professional Wrestler even if it mean walking into uncharted territory with a big X marked on his chest.
Andre Holmes
...You got a point there. Damn you Spence. What's so different about this one anyways?
Spencer Adams
Co-Ownership.
Andre Holmes
Co-Ownership? Whose the others?
Spencer Adams
Benjamin Atreyu, John Gable, and Hacksaw Jim Thuggin.
Andre Holmes
Since when did you become friends with all them motherfuckers?
Spencer Adams
I ask myself that every day but we made it work. Anyways, call me when you make the decision. Meeting time. See you later Holmes.
The call ended, and he sat back down on the couch. Leaning forward, slouging, and head hanging. The decision was right there in front of him, and all he needed to do was sign the dotted line. Kaitlyn came back with his daughters, Serenity, and Athena. Closing the door to the garage behind her after parking in, Athena took off her bag, and threw it down near the wall in the hallway. She quickly ran into the living room, and hopped onto Andre's lap. Pretty energetic for a six year old, and of course her father was ecstatic to see her. Serenity said hi, and went upstairs to her room for a little nap while Athena kept him company. Kaitlyn took a call in the master bedroom but Andre stared hard down at the contract before him.
Athena Holmes
Hey Daddy, what's this?
He fixed her red headband to accommodate her short brunette hair.
Andre Holmes
It's a contract. It's umm what people put their names down when they say yes to a job. Daddy's being chosen to wrestle again.
Athena Holmes
Can I read it?
Andre Holmes
Sure.
He gave her the contract, and she held it close to her face trying to pronounce the 'big words'.
Athena Holmes
Dear Mr. Holmes, United Championship Infinite would like you to sign a two year 'condact' to join our talent 'foster'.
Andre laughed hysterically from the mispronunciations, and kissed her on the cheek for her good effort. However, the decision still had to be made, and it was even harder with his daughter right there; Make matters worst was he had to be separated from his family yet again. Athena looked into his eyes, and had to ask him sincerely.
Athena Holmes
So are you gonna put your name down? What's your answer?
Andre Holmes
...
Yes.
The hotel room was pretty big for the time being after moving to Chicago for the first show. Living accommodations of renting a decent priced apartment wasn't really going as expected because of a few financial problems his bank was experiencing. Brown painted walls with a white rug, two beds with green, and blue sheets. A small living room, bathroom, and even a miniature kitchen. A brown painted wooden bed stand with an antique lamp, and electronic alarm clock with an MP3 player installed. He sat down on the bed nearest to the window panel on the wall showing how tall the Marriott Hotel was. The great view of a city at night illuminating everything. Welcome to the Concrete Jungle of Stars he thought. Holding the lucky Canon Camera in his left hand, the vision of the lens showed only his face as he was just wearing a V-Neck T-shirt with a silver chain necklace.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
My answer was yes. I signed my name down on that dotted line, sent it to Spencer Adams, and it was official right then, and there. Andre Holmes is officially one of the talent for United Championship Infinite. He was right. I can't resist the one thing that I love, and that's Professional Wrestling. It's more than a sport to me, it's my way of life. It's everything I've always wanted to do, and everything I've always wanted to be. Everything that I am is because of Professional Wrestling so taking that away from me, you're taking away my entire soul. A soulless man has no boundaries. No purpose, no meaning. Wresting gave me a purpose, and now I'm in need of it again. So when Spencer Adams sent me that contract to my own household, that fire that went dark inside me exploded into a ball of fire pummeling through the atmospheres of our planet. It rekindled the light in my heart, and the darkness was gone. I was at peace, finally happy to be back in the squared circle where I always belong. I'm not gonna lie. I had a few doubts as any father would especially after what happened down in Mexico. Shady shit always happen, and especially when the government is involved. I'm not a conspiracy fanatic but its just funny that after 50 years they let the sport grew but when it was too much for them to keep their taxpayers on, they shut it down. The Underground is where everything starts to grow until it breaks out onto the surface. UCI may start small but will eventually rise to become the new dynasty in this new era of Professional Wrestling but that dynasty will be led by one man carrying the flag for his people, and that one man's name is Andre Holmes.
So yeah, it's going to be interesting how it plays out for my future. What will I do for UCI, and what will UCI do for me? Will I be the inaugural World Champion for UCI? Yes? Will be the greatest of all time in this company? Yes? Will another ugly bitch try to ruin my personal life? Why do you think Thursday Kerrigan is here? UCI isn't a bunch of no's, it's an endless possibility of yes'. Reason why is because a new start means new beginnings but even the past can come back to haunt us when we're not having eyes in the back of our head. That could be said to my opponents my the official first show of UCI..Overload where a tournament has been officially announced to crown the first ever UCI World Heavyweight Championship. My loyal fans knows me all too well. I breathe, eat, and sleep on becoming the best wherever I am at, and that damn sure is becoming the first ever UCI World Champion. I'd say it was my manifest destiny, and my birth right. Yeah, arrogant, cocky, too much. Those adjectives much my name all the fucking time but the one thing that separates me from everyone else in the world that I have never failed to back up what I said. When I say I'm going to do something, it always happens. Tell me when it hasn't?...I'm waiting. Right, it ALWAYS happen, and this time it won't be no different. We have the Conor McGregrors, the Anderson Silva's, the Mayweathers, the Muhammad Ali's but where are the Andre Holmes? There's only one of me, and that one of me is the only man that matters in UCI. Sure, we got some great people coming back that everyone loves but none of those men have what it takes to go the extra mile in ensuring that their opponent never gets back up again.
Andre crosses his legs on the bed, and turns down the volume on the television set.
So Polar. This is the first time we're meeting, and yet it doesn't feel like I should be happy or excited. Sure, everyone in the company will have their little happy dance, their orgasms, their time of yippy skippy crap when they hear that Polar Phantasm has joined UCI because of the great accomplishments he had but my problem with you is that...what about me? I joined UCI too, and I barely got the recognition that you got even though I've been in this sport longer than you have. Sure, my thirteen years of Wrestling doesn't match up to Polar's incredible war stories, and his actions that shook the very ground we walk on? It's shit like that that keeps me awake, and has my knuckles breaking even when I ball my fist. Polar, let's get one thing straight. You might be the favorite to win this match but you're not the one to become UCI World Champion. You've held many World Titles but so have I yet you don't see my name being tweeted as much as yours do or the views about me coming up short of yours. I just want to address what even Shadowlove tweeted about me as well. The jackass said I needed to throw my name around, and make sure everyone else understands that I am the only thing that matter. And guess what? He's right! I want to be the face of UCI, I want my name plastered everywhere in the arena. I want my face to be featured on the introduction of UCI: Overload, and even my insignia printed on the ring canvas. Who wouldn't? If you gave anyone the chance to have their face, and name printed on the largest Billboard on I-95 in Miami, they would take that shit in a flash of an eye blink. It's called being an egomaniac but my definition of one is someone who could back up anything they could say. Polar, you don't have that in you anymore. You know what I call you? A filler. A Naruto Filler for example. Think of the vs Pain series. Every fucking three episodes, they put two episodes of fillers that are supposedly to show valuable information to the current plot but everyone skips them to focus more on what actually happens in the fight. Guess what Polar? That's you. You're the filler to my career. Nobody wants to see Polar Phantasm as World Champion because you can't hack it against me. You don't have the drive, the intensity, and damn sure don't have the passion to be as Relentless to anyone of your opponents. I'm digging straight into your soul, and all I see is a man who wants to be around instead of being in the front.
I had that same mentality when I was so young. It didn't mean a damn thing to me. I was in High School, and all I wanted to be was the dude who could stick around. Every day living with that mindset continued to drive me into madness. Too long have I had to be sitting in the back seat watching everyone else have their chance at the driver's wheels but what made it even worse was that the people driving didn't even know how to change gears, and master the clutch on reaching maximum speed. So I kicked out the door, sat in the driver's seat, strapped my seat belt, and then what do you know? Fastest time I made. That's exactly how I see it in this. Polar Phantasm is supposed to be the guy in that drivers seat but all I see a man who still fits into the category of a Ricer. What? Am I supposed to be the new guy, and make fun of his name Polar? Oh, what kind of guy names himself Polar? SUB-ZERO! Wooooo! Oh my god! I've got that down. He's so gone, I won the match with that insult alone?! Woo, woo, woo! B-B-B-B-B-BOOOOOOM! Really? Is this the fifth grade? Now Polar, you're going to make your little promo, exclusive or whatever the hell you do trying to look down on me as the kid who needs to learn the ropes, show respect to the elderly but in all honesty, where's my respect in my thirteen years of wrestling? I've done much more than you yet everyone overlooks it because you're "POLAR PHANTASM".
WHAT ABOUT ME?! I've won CHAMPIONSHIPS AROUND THE WORLD! I've beaten the best they threw at me, even held a World Title for more than THREE YEARS yet everything doesn't matter because my name isn't POLAR PHANTASM! Well guess what? I'm glad my name isn't Polar Phantasm because that name will be seen only on the reports of a patient in critical condition at a hospital. That name will be the last thing you hear before the doctors are forced to pull the plug on your life support, and your vision slowly fading away as you're being pushed into the light.
He got up from his bed, and walked to the window panel. The camera lens shows the city of Chicago bright in the night.
See this Polar. I bet if you asked every person in the street about you, they would give you your own full bibliography. On the flip side, ask them about me, and they wouldn't be as much as everyone. I'm fucking disgusted that the booking team put us in the same match with even Kyle Kemp who would be saying the same damn thing as me but couldn't hack it as much as you do. You fucking cheeky bitch. You get all the recognition yet I'm the one scraping, and clawing my ass just to make sure that my kids can even eat tonight. Polar, I respect you but I don't respect the reputation. Overrated. That's exactly what you are. Overrated. They think you're one of the favourites to win this tournament but in reality, you're the underdog. I am the top seed, the top choice, and the top man to hold this company on its two feet. I'm going to be the man carrying the flag. Not damn sure Polar Phantasm as he could barely stand on his two feet watching himself be carried out from The Warehouse, and placed on a stretcher to be escorted to the hospital. Polar..
Andre focused the camera on his face.
It's over before it even began. Remember what Captain America said in Age of Ultron? Every time someone tries to end a war before it begins, innocents die. What happens if someone ends a war before anyone thinks of one? Hmm? Perhaps we'll find out when I win on the first show of Overload.
Saturday morning, and Andre is almost finished packing his two suitcases, and carriage in his master bedroom. Sitting on the edge of his king sized bed with the sheets pushed to one side, Kaitlyn is putting on her make up in the master bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, working hard on her eyeliner. Of course no one is happy that Andre has to leave but its for the better of keeping sure the finance is running. The Holmes MMA Gym is producing more than enough money but the real money comes from his career. He fixed the wrist watch on his left wrist, the silver chain necklace around his neck. Even making sure his black buttoned shirt, and black jean pants was on correctly, and double tieing his white jays. Kaitlyn walked out from the bedroom having her red hair down, and the kids were downstairs in the living room watching Amazing World of Gumball waiting to leave.
Kaitlyn Curran
Got everything?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Should be a three to four hour flight on Jetblue.
She stood in front of him, and made sure he looked proper. Arms caressing her waist, and he looked up into her green eyes.
Kaitlyn Curran
Five months right?
Andre Holmes
Yeah.
Kaitlyn Curran
Hmm...I'm glad I met you. I really do love you.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. I love me too.
Kaitlyn Curran
Stop it!
She slapped him on the shoulder. Andre chuckled as Kaitlyn smiled. She quickly stood on her knees, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. Having her hands around his neck, Andre grasped his hands down on her bosom.
Andre Holmes
I'm gonna miss you. I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise.
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm pregnant.
Holy shit. His hazel eyes widened, and Kaitlyn smiled. She was having his third child, and they weren't even married yet. Five months into the relationship, and they already fell in love with each other yet she's only twenty five years old, and pregnant. He didn't know what to say, everything was stumbling or broken. Kaitlyn quickly held onto him, and kissed him on the lips to shut him up. Today was a beautiful moment, and he quickly called for Serenity, and Athena to come upstairs. The two girls raced to meet their father, and soon to be step-mother in the master bedroom.
Athena Holmes
Yeah Dad?
Kaitlyn Curran
Kaitlyn has something to say.
Serenity Holmes
What is it?
Kaitlyn Curran
I'm pregnant. We're gonna have a baby.
Athena quickly rushed into the arms of Kaitlyn while Serenity was hesitant on the matter. She still had the love of Samantha, his ex-wife and mother of Athena, and Serenity. It's just weird to her that a new girl in Andre's life is having a baby, and soon to be a permanent member of the family. She moved her long red hair from out of her face, and headed downstairs. While Athena, and Kaitlyn were celebrating, Andre followed Serenity to the garage where she already was sitting down in the back seat. He already carried the suitcases, and carriage down to place it in the trunk of the Lexus L350, and even sat down in the drivers seat. Looking in the rear view mirror, he wasn't very happy to see his own daughter sulking.
Andre Holmes
You alright?
Serenity Holmes
No.
Andre Holmes
It's because of...your mother huh?
Serenity Holmes
Yeah. I miss her.
He sighed.
Andre Holmes
I do too but what happened happened, and I'm moving on. I know it's not easy for you but its for the better. We're happier than we've ever been, and you love Kaitlyn.
Serenity Holmes
It's not Kaitlyn I'm worried about or the baby. It's just weird that everyone else that I know has a good family yet I feel like I'm the only kid in my group whose got parent issues.
That struck him in the heart. Before he replied, Athena already came downstairs with Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn in the passenger seat, and Athena in the backseat leaning against Serenity for comfort. He nodded to Serenity, and took off to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport. After twenty minutes of driving, they've finally reached the departing section of the airport where he parked the car temporarily at the Jetblue station. Everyone got out of the car, and even the service men helped him with his bags. He hugged Athena, and Serenity well into his arms.
Andre Holmes
Take care of each other, and listen to Kaitlyn okay? Make sure she's okay too.
Serenity looked down but Andre held her chin up.
Andre Holmes
Hey, don't worry. Everything will be okay, and you may have that little brother you always wanted.
She nodded, and smiled. As the two kids went back into the car, Andre turned to Kaitlyn who held onto him. Leaning her head against his chest.
Kaitlyn Curran
Come back soon. Please.
Andre Holmes
I will. I promise.
They kissed each other passionately until letting go. Finally, he was separated from his family again which pretty much sucked. Time is a very valuable thing that everyone should appreciate, and especially with your family. So yeah, it was very hard to be away from then again but it was whatever. The job needed to be done, and money needed to be made. An hour of passing through security, getting flight gate details, passport, and even waiting half an hour to be board. The plane took off from the airport, and was now in flight to Chicago, Illinois. He sat down in coach in the middle section, always window seat. Andre continued staring through the window, watching the clouds pass by until he felt a little kid's head against his shoulder. When he looked down, he saw a Polar Phantasm shirt.
Andre Holmes
Hey kid. Nice shirt. Polar Phantasm you're favorite dude?
Kid
Yeah. He's my favorite wrestler. Especially with this new company called UCI. He's going off against this loser Kyle Kemp, and idiot Andre Holmes.
Idiot? Andre never had a kid call him that before but he played along.
Andre Holmes
So you think Polar is gonna win?
Kid
Yeah.
Andre Holmes
So what about Kyle Kemp or Andre Holmes?
Kid
Doesn't matter. Polar is the best. No one can beat him.
Andre Holmes
Well. Did you know that Andre Holmes held a World Title for over three years or Kyle Kemp is a former champion in Pro Wrestling?
Kid
It doesn't matter! Polar is the only guy who should be World Champion. Polar is the best of all time.
Andre Holmes
I see...
He slowly turned his head away, and narrowed his hazel eyes as he looked out the window. Hearing that reaction was eating away, why should Polar Phantasm be called the greatest of all time? It was unfair, and not right. In his mind, Andre believed he was the best, and if it meant taking out Polar Phantasm, and Kyle Kemp for good, so let it be. His hand grasped firmly, and the grip around the arm rest was getting tighter, and tighter. No longer would the back seat of history come into play again. No fucking longer.
So yeah! I'm pissed! I'm upset, and furious, and even flat out ready for blood. However, there's also somebody else in my own way that doesn't even deserve to breathe my own air, and that's Kyle Kemp! The same guy I knew years ago who kept running his mouth about being the best until I STEPPED IN! Kyle Kemp shouldn't even have been signed to UCI because he can't even do a proper suplex right without botching it. I have more talent in my own pinkey than Kyle Kemp will ever have, and yet he's being thrown in the match with me because he's nothing more than a chew toy for two hungry wolves. This is literally the management of UCI saying to us that Kyle Kemp is just a jobber who needs to prove himself inside the ring of two very decorated-- sorry ONE decorated wrestler, and an overrated punk! Kyle Kemp. I remember you more than I remember Polar Phantasm but the last time I ever saw you in the ring was you down the canvas, and my hand raised. This won't be no different!
As a matter of fact, let me break it down for you Kyle. You're the guy that will stand in front of a firing squad, and scream how invincible you are until you feel those thousand rounds of bullets ripping straight through your flesh. This isn't ballet, this isn't a screaming contest. This is PROFESSIONAL Wrestling, and that's where I excel at more than anything in the world. Kyle needs this as a way to be recognized, a way to get his face on billboards, television. His own theme song "Better Than You" explains what type of guy he is. An arrogant prick who looks down on anyone else who he believes isn't on his level...so pretty much everyone else. At least with Polar, he gives some recognition but with Kyle Kemp, this guy just doesn't give a flying fuck. He's one of the guys who would just kiss a baby to make himself look good on TV but when the cameras off, he'll rip the baby from the mother's arms, and throw it in the middle of the street all because he doesn't agree that this baby looks right. I'm so fucking done with this dude, I can't deal with that type of mentality. Yeah, some people say I'll be the same way but I'm doing this for myself. I never look down on anyone, I welcome anyone who wants to prove me wrong in the ring but Kyle Kemp isn't the guy who can do it. He's just another loud mouth who thinks being wrestler is the starting point to being the next Actor of the Year for the Oscars. I wish you good luck because you might be a better actor than you are as a wrestler Kyle Kemp.
You were never made for the sport, never built for this type of insanity. We're going into the ring to beat the crap out of each other so how are you "Better Than Me" when I've proven to be a greater threat than you are in the match? Who loves Kyle Kemp? No one! Who wants Kyle Kemp to win? No one! Who wants Kyle Kemp to actually go inside the ring, and perform? ...Ehh...NO FUCKING ONE! What purpose do you have here in UCI? Announcer, commentator, ringside crew, road agent? It damn sure can't be Wrestler because the last time you tried, you failed so hard. If Spencer Adams let you into UCI because he thought you deserved, you're fucking more retarded than you thought. He needed a jobber to make someone look good, he needed someone to put someone over. Guess what? You're it. THE UCI GATEKEEPER! That's what you are. Spencer knew that he saw the GATEKEEPER OF UCI, and you were the perfect example so once again, I'll tell you this. It's going to be fun stepping on your face mat, and walking over both of you because I damn sure won't ever have to waste my time with a man who couldn't even handle being in the ring with a 5'9, 201 pounder!
And for anyone who doesn't believe I won't be the inaugural UCI World Champion, I have three words.
Prove...
Me...
Wrong...
