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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Aug 27, 2016 15:36:14 GMT -6
@hblack Isn't it incredible how @relentlessholmes threatens the woman who talked about him and not the guy? #HoldAndreAccountable @alexsplayground Or maybe he just knows I provide all the threat you need Black @relentlessholmes You know I didn't actually had the chance to say this to you because of Howard's behind the back attack but from one fellow Guardian to another, don't let us down. I can respect success, and hard work when I see it. |
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Aug 27, 2016 16:56:30 GMT -6
@handsomehalf-Breed For some odd reason, walking around Phoenix, Arizona, not the Kat, today, I kept seeing these Howie Black Meltdown Specials popping up on every street corner leading towards the Talking Stick Resort Arena:  |
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Aug 27, 2016 17:22:53 GMT -6
Post by Alex Richards on Aug 27, 2016 17:22:53 GMT -6
@alexsplayground
Oh, no doubt Andre. I'm gonna make you all proud this Sunday.
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Post by Crow McMorris on Aug 27, 2016 22:00:58 GMT -6
@murdermachineDear, Howard.
One month ago we faced each other for the first time in the squared circle. Both of us were unbeaten, both of us were full of confidence. Our track records were littered with the great and the good of this company. We were unstoppable. We were feared. One of us however claimed to be tortured, claimed to be cursed. His head hung heavy, his shoulders low. Because he knew, he knew he would have to face a man he once called brother. Forced, coerced into this action seemingly by a entity that he believed, somehow, to be supernatural.
Maybe Jack is real, or maybe it's just your fractured psyche playing up again; a madman howling at the moon. It doesn't matter anymore because there's a truth beneath the lies, a hideous, horrific truth that you cannot face because your cowardice screams for it to be silent. So you build a wall, you paint these fantasist, romantic pictures in your mind of being a damaged, misunderstood hero, when in fact, that's never been the case at all. Because the truth is you're in love with the pain. With the madness. You like being insane just as much as Oblivion did. You're a true king of the nae nae, Howie. A court jester next to an empty throne, a championship you're too insane to properly hold because you're too busy playing the anguished victim.
You'll NEVER be a champion, Howard. You can caddy the belt, but you'll never carry it. You won it because you played the victim card. You WELCOMED Jack into your life because it gave you the perfect edge you needed to face me.
All this time I've been trying to hold on to what makes someone human, compassion can be a strength. But it can also be exploited. I hesitated when I should of executed you. But in that moment, I gained a strange strength; in that short goodnight I found all the answers I needed. The words of Buddy Roman rang true when they once sounded hollow. You were close to me Howard, like a brother, and so the arch of the dagger was steep, but quick. Friends. Family. Others.
All a weakness.
When I passed out, I excommunicated that weakness. I exorcised it from my being. Thank you, Howard. You fixed the machine.
And now, a few facts for you to mull over.
1/ MY CAREER NEVER ENDS
I'm a McMorris, we end careers. But ours never end. We go on, and on...on long past your flickering, delicate histories. When your heart beats weak and your body becomes stooped; ours remains unblemished by the passage of time. We feast on your misery and call it sweet. We laugh over graves and piss on the stones. Death is your jailer. But not ours. He is the final joke we get to play on you. Because your finite, petty lives guarantee us always the final victory. My arm is healed by the way. It's perfect. So, do I face you now, or...
2/ I WILL LAUGH OVER YOU AS YOU DIE
One day, a few decades from now, you're going to develop dementia. It will be slow at first. Just the little things will slip away, the kind of meaningless garbage we all jettison. Then one day, you'll forget Joey/Christian/Jack next victim's birthday. The next day, where the car key's are. Sarah will notice of course, but she'll put it down to those concussions of yours. And in truth, they will have played their part, but those symptoms will persist, Howard. And thrive. And become more pronounced over time, developing into something other than simple punch drunkenness.
And before you know it? You'll know nothing. All gone. You'll wonder why the young man cries when you ask him his name. You'll wonder why the elderly woman turns away when you try and make a pass at her. Unawares that you're breaking your families heart. Time...time is cruel. You can try to match it Howard but you'll never catch up. It will always surpass you, make you it's victim.
And on that day, Howard? When you're an old man? When you can't remember why you're wearing incontinence pants? I'll be there. Fresh as a daisy. Looking down on you in your retirement home cage. Laughing at you. I'll think about putting you out of your misery right there and then with a pillow over your gasping face until I remember that day you tried to do the same for me. And failed. So at that moment? I'll return the favor. I'm going to let you live, Howard. Live as long as you can. Live until living becomes the nightmare you claim to be suffering right now. The one you secretly love because it gave you your title.
That title by the way? You need to remember this part as long as you can. That title? When I leave your room after laughing over your piss ridden corpse. I'm going to be wining that back. On the day of your death the UCI world heavyweight title will be mine once again. Perhaps for the fifteenth, sixteenth time. I'll dedicate the latest victory to your passing. Then fuck some cheap ass hooker and forget all about you. Call it a homage to the latter days of your worthless life.
In case you didn't pick up on this, our friendship is offically over.
This Sunday at Meltdown, Alex Richards is going to become the next UCI world heavyweight champion. A man that never allowed himself to become a victim, a man who strived to overcome his many demons and succeeded. Quite frankly, a MAN. PERIOD. Who's facing something that doesn't qualify for any of the above. Who revoked his own self respect because he couldn't win a hunk of tin any other way.
Goodbye, Howard.
And remember...
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Post by Alex Richards on Aug 27, 2016 22:12:10 GMT -6
@alexsplayground
Do I need to say anything to that? Nope.
Maybe your father's clapping gif would be appropriate.
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Aug 27, 2016 22:22:51 GMT -6
Post by Crow McMorris on Aug 27, 2016 22:22:51 GMT -6
@alexsplayground Do I need to say anything to that? Nope. Maybe your father's clapping gif would be appropriate. @murdermachine Win that fucking belt, Alex. Then I'll file a request for the gif. |
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Post by Crow McMorris on Aug 27, 2016 22:42:44 GMT -6
@murdermachine
Just remember, Alex: Howard's good. But he's no Zion Reddington.
I've beaten that "man" by the way.
So win that belt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 8:28:00 GMT -6
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Yeah, trust Crow. He's a really good judge of things like this. Like how he promised you a shot at him.
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Aug 31, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -6
Post by Crow McMorris on Aug 31, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -6
@hblack Yeah, trust Crow. He's a really good judge of things like this. Like how he promised you a shot at him. @murdermachine I had the contract drawn up. I made the call to Price. You honored it, and I respect you for that. We need to talk. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 10:21:35 GMT -6
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We have nothing to talk about.
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Sept 4, 2016 1:41:52 GMT -6
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Post by Crow McMorris on Sept 4, 2016 1:41:52 GMT -6
@murdermachine
Seems like we do. I made a promise.
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