A dinner gone...somewhere?
Jul 3, 2016 14:54:52 GMT -6
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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Jul 3, 2016 14:54:52 GMT -6
So, last week was very very awkward. A World Title match is always something normal in his career as it should be for anyone who has thirteen years under their belt travelling the world. However, the weird case was bumping back into your ex-wife who was out of control with alcohol, and a bitch 24/7 especially to your own kids. Seven months divorced, and already meeting back together was a big shock. There's so much the two have to say from where they left off, and closure was necessary. No people who spent years together living under the same roof should ever leave with a taste of disgust. In other words, Andre knew they had to forgive each other. The adult thing to do.
So Friday evening at his apartment studio in Chicago, Andre was already in the kitchen cutting up the sweet potatoes, the green bell pepper, and already baking the chicken inside the oven. Television on to cool his nerves, music playing from his Bluetooth stereo set sponsored by Google Chrome cast as one of UCI's sponsorship. He's moving around the kitchen to make sure all the food is ready while setting up the dining table as clean, and sexy presentation to set the mood of a calm environment. Andre, and Samantha has to communicate their issues out, and food is a must in their communication at all times. After pulling the baked chicken out, he places it in the middle of the table.
Andre Holmes
Shit! The knives, and forks!
Andre ran back, and forth between the kitchen, and the dining table. Trying to get everything prepared in under thirty minutes was hectic but a challenge nonetheless. Give or take the falls he had. Crashing onto the floor three times in a row but luckily managing to set up the perfect environment. Samantha knocked on the front door, and he turned off the TV in order to put some mellow, and calm music. Dirty, dirty, Andre. Opening the door, Samantha stood before him in her beautiful blue high heels, light blue dress exposing some cleavage, brunette hair curly, make up exposing her blue eyes, and red lipstick. She smiled.
Samantha Pryor
Hey.
Andre Holmes
Hey...
Samantha Pryor
Are you going to invite me in?
Andre Holmes
Yes, yes. Of course.
She walked inside, and Andre closed the door while staring at her ass jiggle. He exhaled, and shook himself up. Wearing a tucked in white button short, a black necklace, blue jeans with a black belt, and black dress shoes for this formal dinner. The two came around, and the candles were lit. Removing her chair to help her sit, and pushing it up. A perfect gentleman. Food set, silverware set, and water set. The two started digging in while conversating.
Samantha Pryor
You have a very nice apartment.
Andre Holmes
Thank you. How about your apartment?
Samantha Pryor
Good. It's a studio kind of like this but a little different. I decorated myself. Hated how it looked at first but you've managed to do well. I would have changed the pictures over there.
Andre Holmes
We haven't seen each other in seven months, and you're already giving me decorations advice.
Samantha Pryor
Oh, I'm sorry. Remember the one time you tried to decorate the living room, and thought blue with red would look like a mythical wall into another world?
Andre Holmes
Hey! Don't disrespect the door to Narnia. I worked really hard on it.
Samantha Pryor
It looked like a carnival!
The two were completely laughing, and enjoying the dinner. It's been a long time since the two had seen each other, and this chemistry is exactly what they needed to get back on track for closure. Hours later after the feast was over, they sat down together on the white rug with their backs leaned against the couch watching television. The two were going on, and on about the good times.
Andre Holmes
How was I lazy?
Samantha Pryor
Your boxers were always on the floor, cups never in the sink, and you even left your controllers in the sheets. Who does that?
Andre Holmes
A die hard gamer. My love for Need for Speed will never end.
Samantha Pryor
Serenity loved the games, and so did Athena.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. They really did, huh?
Samantha Pryor
Yeah...
The two looked away for a moment, and didn't know what to say on their kids. After the things they argued, and even Samantha slapping him in the face, it's been dead between them. She feels really awful how she treated her own kids that she gave birth in the world, and Andre felt terrible for letting it all happen. They were both at fault, and their kids got the full blow. A commercial pulled up showcasing the next UCI event where Andre Holmes would face off against Alex Richards. Samantha nudged him, and maybe used this as a distraction.
Samantha Pryor
How are you doing in UCI by the way?
Andre Holmes
Not as good as I thought. I just lost a World Title match, and even to two people who've disrespected my-- I mean our children.
Samantha Pryor
So this man--
Andre Holmes
Woman.
Samantha Pryor
Of course, it's always a woman who disrespects our family. They're just jealous Andre but you should use "Alex" as an example.
Andre Holmes
Why do you care?
She looked at him keenly. He returned the favor.
Samantha Pryor
I regret everything. How it ended, the person I became after my father died. I regretted it, and it haunts me every day on how I treated the man who loved me, and my children who wanted me to be there mother. It hurt. I spent nights crying, and drinking until I got right, and clean.
She got up off the rug, and stood by the window panel. Looking out to Chicago in the night being brightened with its lights, the skies almost turning light brown. Traffic moving slowly, and even pedestrians looking like ants moving in different directions. Andre sat on the white couch, leaned forward with his head hung in shame.
Andre Holmes
I'm sorry.
She turned around, and folded her arms.
Samantha Pryor
You shouldn't.
Andre Holmes
No. I am. I should have been a better husband but instead, I've been nothing but an asshole to you. Instead of helping you, I pushed you down. So for that I'm sorry.
She sat down beside him, and the two felt better after apologizing. It wasn't easy but it needed to be said, and done.
Andre Holmes
And just so you know, if you ever need some help or at least a place to stay temporarily, you can stay here. The least I can do for you after how I treated you. Besides, I don't even use it that much. I'm spending most of my time focusing on Alex Richards.
Samantha Pryor
What makes him so special?
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Special? Him? Nothing. He's just another opponent in my way that I need to redeem myself from after losing the World Title Ladder Warfare match that his little buddies were in. Polar Phantasm, and Jay Omega of the so called Guardians who thought they had a chance at winning a championship because they were in the same group that isn't even original. It's pathetic. Of all people to be in that group would be him. The only person I respect out of that group is my sorority sister Bonnie, and yet here we are. Alex is not a guy who shouldn't be booked anymore how his losses are worst than mine. He's managed to stick around as the go to get to get a filler spot on the card but yet here I am suffering the General Manager's booking because I failed to win the UCI World Championship. If real recognize real, this is a downgrade. A former multi-time World Champion facing off a man who was best known for winning the Internet Title that a coked up mad man who can't form a simple sentence created.
See. I don't really care for Alex. He's a nobody who was lucky to be approached by his little group of carnies playing Space Jam without the disney label. I'm going into this match with one goal, and that's to Thrust Kick him harder than I did Polar Phantasm in the Ladder Warfare. Sure. I beat him in my opening but I've also stumbled a few inches along the way with Erin Fausse which he lost to in the UCI first round for the World Title. The dude is so bad that he can't even get past Bonnie, and Erin. That's more of an embarrassing defeat but what's worst is that he lost to Wentworth Updegraff Jr. for the UCI Television Championship? Wentworth? The dude is short of talent let alone being any chance of beating me in the ring. In my span of thirteen years, I've done much more than he could ever do in one year. I am the better competitor which people think I'm going to lose just because of his name. I said it before, and I'll say it again. People expected me to lose to Wade Moor but I bounced back with an injured leg. I wasn't even at my best, and I beat Wade. He beat Wade at a hundred percent, I only beat him at seventy-five.
And I'm supposed to be afraid of him? Who the hell is he? I haven't heard of Alex Richards until his name popped up against mine on the card which was the biggest mistake the booking management team could ever do. I know they like this guy but they have to take into consideration what I could exactly do to shut his little undefeated singles match streak down for good. I'm sick, and tired of being the nice guy because that's already held me down. It's time to play dirty, and Relentless. Things I do best. Changing who I am won't solve anything when the hungry, and evil bastard inside me could break Alex just using my own pinky.
I mean. What has he done that I've never seen before? He's a 300 pounder plus six four guy who is all brawns no brains. I've faced bulky meat heads like him, and STILL come out on top. This isn't about whose the stronger, it's about whose smarter. My temper is the only thing stopping me from fighting stupid but this time, things are gonna change. Samantha. I'm not going into this match with a heated mind frame. My game plan is too simply watch, learn, and attack. I'm faster, more all rounded, and better looking as a true point in this contest. The fight we're going into is never going to be classified a war. How can there even be a war when one side is dominating, and that's my side. I always dominate wherever I go, and my past is over with. I'm not going to look back on my mistakes, I'm going to wipe the slate can using his face on the floor, dragging it back, and forth watching the blood gush between his eyes.
Yeah. It sounds harsh but too long have people been jumping down my own throat. If anyone thinks I'm afraid of Alex Richards because of what he's done? They need to look again. I made it through the UCI World Tournament father than him, I've beaten the same guy he has with only a damaged leg, I've beaten his little space mountain buddy Polar Phantasm, and to top it off, I've reached a World Title match way before he has. He hasn't even had one yet, and I was chosen over him. Nobody respects Alex to get anything done on his own. He was a drifting wind waiting to be picked up inside of a Tornado, and luckily the space idiots he calls friends excluding Bonnie were lucky to pick up another no name loser who desperately needed to jump into the spotlight.
This is UCI. You make it on your own, and I don't need anyone watching my back because I'll gladly take the knife stabbed it into, and rip it out to cut their throats Sam. I'm waiting for Alex to just leave, and be better off without the Guardians of the Gullible dipshits. My fucking time has come to exact destruction, and Alex is the first one trapped in the corner with nowhere to go. The first prey to be on his knees begging for mercy as I raise my cutlass to slice his head open, and watch his brains slip out onto the floor. Alex won't know what hit him. First time we're going to be stepping into the ring ever, and it's going to me coming out with the victory as I always should. Relentless is what I call myself. Friend or foe. You're only thing to me inside that ring. My opponent, and Alex is that opponent who needs to get his throat kicked in for good measurement.
Samantha Pryor
...Wow. I've never seen you so fired up.
Andre Holmes
Sorry. I just lose it when I trash talk my inferiors.
Samantha Pryor
No, it's good. I missed that fighting spirit. Alex should be scared of you now. The old Andre is back, and I think that's what you needed all along.
She gently stroked her finger on his head, and Andre smiled at her. The two locked eyes, and things got a little tense. All this coming together was perfect, and closure is heading to a small roadblock. Out of nowhere, the two just lock lips, grapple onto each other on the white couch. Andre on top, and she kicked off her heels as she drew him in. They knew it was wrong because of Andre's girlfriend Kaitlyn but the fire was still there. It felt too good, and it couldn't stop....they just couldn't stop.
So Friday evening at his apartment studio in Chicago, Andre was already in the kitchen cutting up the sweet potatoes, the green bell pepper, and already baking the chicken inside the oven. Television on to cool his nerves, music playing from his Bluetooth stereo set sponsored by Google Chrome cast as one of UCI's sponsorship. He's moving around the kitchen to make sure all the food is ready while setting up the dining table as clean, and sexy presentation to set the mood of a calm environment. Andre, and Samantha has to communicate their issues out, and food is a must in their communication at all times. After pulling the baked chicken out, he places it in the middle of the table.
Andre Holmes
Shit! The knives, and forks!
Andre ran back, and forth between the kitchen, and the dining table. Trying to get everything prepared in under thirty minutes was hectic but a challenge nonetheless. Give or take the falls he had. Crashing onto the floor three times in a row but luckily managing to set up the perfect environment. Samantha knocked on the front door, and he turned off the TV in order to put some mellow, and calm music. Dirty, dirty, Andre. Opening the door, Samantha stood before him in her beautiful blue high heels, light blue dress exposing some cleavage, brunette hair curly, make up exposing her blue eyes, and red lipstick. She smiled.
Samantha Pryor
Hey.
Andre Holmes
Hey...
Samantha Pryor
Are you going to invite me in?
Andre Holmes
Yes, yes. Of course.
She walked inside, and Andre closed the door while staring at her ass jiggle. He exhaled, and shook himself up. Wearing a tucked in white button short, a black necklace, blue jeans with a black belt, and black dress shoes for this formal dinner. The two came around, and the candles were lit. Removing her chair to help her sit, and pushing it up. A perfect gentleman. Food set, silverware set, and water set. The two started digging in while conversating.
Samantha Pryor
You have a very nice apartment.
Andre Holmes
Thank you. How about your apartment?
Samantha Pryor
Good. It's a studio kind of like this but a little different. I decorated myself. Hated how it looked at first but you've managed to do well. I would have changed the pictures over there.
Andre Holmes
We haven't seen each other in seven months, and you're already giving me decorations advice.
Samantha Pryor
Oh, I'm sorry. Remember the one time you tried to decorate the living room, and thought blue with red would look like a mythical wall into another world?
Andre Holmes
Hey! Don't disrespect the door to Narnia. I worked really hard on it.
Samantha Pryor
It looked like a carnival!
The two were completely laughing, and enjoying the dinner. It's been a long time since the two had seen each other, and this chemistry is exactly what they needed to get back on track for closure. Hours later after the feast was over, they sat down together on the white rug with their backs leaned against the couch watching television. The two were going on, and on about the good times.
Andre Holmes
How was I lazy?
Samantha Pryor
Your boxers were always on the floor, cups never in the sink, and you even left your controllers in the sheets. Who does that?
Andre Holmes
A die hard gamer. My love for Need for Speed will never end.
Samantha Pryor
Serenity loved the games, and so did Athena.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. They really did, huh?
Samantha Pryor
Yeah...
The two looked away for a moment, and didn't know what to say on their kids. After the things they argued, and even Samantha slapping him in the face, it's been dead between them. She feels really awful how she treated her own kids that she gave birth in the world, and Andre felt terrible for letting it all happen. They were both at fault, and their kids got the full blow. A commercial pulled up showcasing the next UCI event where Andre Holmes would face off against Alex Richards. Samantha nudged him, and maybe used this as a distraction.
Samantha Pryor
How are you doing in UCI by the way?
Andre Holmes
Not as good as I thought. I just lost a World Title match, and even to two people who've disrespected my-- I mean our children.
Samantha Pryor
So this man--
Andre Holmes
Woman.
Samantha Pryor
Of course, it's always a woman who disrespects our family. They're just jealous Andre but you should use "Alex" as an example.
Andre Holmes
Why do you care?
She looked at him keenly. He returned the favor.
Samantha Pryor
I regret everything. How it ended, the person I became after my father died. I regretted it, and it haunts me every day on how I treated the man who loved me, and my children who wanted me to be there mother. It hurt. I spent nights crying, and drinking until I got right, and clean.
She got up off the rug, and stood by the window panel. Looking out to Chicago in the night being brightened with its lights, the skies almost turning light brown. Traffic moving slowly, and even pedestrians looking like ants moving in different directions. Andre sat on the white couch, leaned forward with his head hung in shame.
Andre Holmes
I'm sorry.
She turned around, and folded her arms.
Samantha Pryor
You shouldn't.
Andre Holmes
No. I am. I should have been a better husband but instead, I've been nothing but an asshole to you. Instead of helping you, I pushed you down. So for that I'm sorry.
She sat down beside him, and the two felt better after apologizing. It wasn't easy but it needed to be said, and done.
Andre Holmes
And just so you know, if you ever need some help or at least a place to stay temporarily, you can stay here. The least I can do for you after how I treated you. Besides, I don't even use it that much. I'm spending most of my time focusing on Alex Richards.
Samantha Pryor
What makes him so special?
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Special? Him? Nothing. He's just another opponent in my way that I need to redeem myself from after losing the World Title Ladder Warfare match that his little buddies were in. Polar Phantasm, and Jay Omega of the so called Guardians who thought they had a chance at winning a championship because they were in the same group that isn't even original. It's pathetic. Of all people to be in that group would be him. The only person I respect out of that group is my sorority sister Bonnie, and yet here we are. Alex is not a guy who shouldn't be booked anymore how his losses are worst than mine. He's managed to stick around as the go to get to get a filler spot on the card but yet here I am suffering the General Manager's booking because I failed to win the UCI World Championship. If real recognize real, this is a downgrade. A former multi-time World Champion facing off a man who was best known for winning the Internet Title that a coked up mad man who can't form a simple sentence created.
See. I don't really care for Alex. He's a nobody who was lucky to be approached by his little group of carnies playing Space Jam without the disney label. I'm going into this match with one goal, and that's to Thrust Kick him harder than I did Polar Phantasm in the Ladder Warfare. Sure. I beat him in my opening but I've also stumbled a few inches along the way with Erin Fausse which he lost to in the UCI first round for the World Title. The dude is so bad that he can't even get past Bonnie, and Erin. That's more of an embarrassing defeat but what's worst is that he lost to Wentworth Updegraff Jr. for the UCI Television Championship? Wentworth? The dude is short of talent let alone being any chance of beating me in the ring. In my span of thirteen years, I've done much more than he could ever do in one year. I am the better competitor which people think I'm going to lose just because of his name. I said it before, and I'll say it again. People expected me to lose to Wade Moor but I bounced back with an injured leg. I wasn't even at my best, and I beat Wade. He beat Wade at a hundred percent, I only beat him at seventy-five.
And I'm supposed to be afraid of him? Who the hell is he? I haven't heard of Alex Richards until his name popped up against mine on the card which was the biggest mistake the booking management team could ever do. I know they like this guy but they have to take into consideration what I could exactly do to shut his little undefeated singles match streak down for good. I'm sick, and tired of being the nice guy because that's already held me down. It's time to play dirty, and Relentless. Things I do best. Changing who I am won't solve anything when the hungry, and evil bastard inside me could break Alex just using my own pinky.
I mean. What has he done that I've never seen before? He's a 300 pounder plus six four guy who is all brawns no brains. I've faced bulky meat heads like him, and STILL come out on top. This isn't about whose the stronger, it's about whose smarter. My temper is the only thing stopping me from fighting stupid but this time, things are gonna change. Samantha. I'm not going into this match with a heated mind frame. My game plan is too simply watch, learn, and attack. I'm faster, more all rounded, and better looking as a true point in this contest. The fight we're going into is never going to be classified a war. How can there even be a war when one side is dominating, and that's my side. I always dominate wherever I go, and my past is over with. I'm not going to look back on my mistakes, I'm going to wipe the slate can using his face on the floor, dragging it back, and forth watching the blood gush between his eyes.
Yeah. It sounds harsh but too long have people been jumping down my own throat. If anyone thinks I'm afraid of Alex Richards because of what he's done? They need to look again. I made it through the UCI World Tournament father than him, I've beaten the same guy he has with only a damaged leg, I've beaten his little space mountain buddy Polar Phantasm, and to top it off, I've reached a World Title match way before he has. He hasn't even had one yet, and I was chosen over him. Nobody respects Alex to get anything done on his own. He was a drifting wind waiting to be picked up inside of a Tornado, and luckily the space idiots he calls friends excluding Bonnie were lucky to pick up another no name loser who desperately needed to jump into the spotlight.
This is UCI. You make it on your own, and I don't need anyone watching my back because I'll gladly take the knife stabbed it into, and rip it out to cut their throats Sam. I'm waiting for Alex to just leave, and be better off without the Guardians of the Gullible dipshits. My fucking time has come to exact destruction, and Alex is the first one trapped in the corner with nowhere to go. The first prey to be on his knees begging for mercy as I raise my cutlass to slice his head open, and watch his brains slip out onto the floor. Alex won't know what hit him. First time we're going to be stepping into the ring ever, and it's going to me coming out with the victory as I always should. Relentless is what I call myself. Friend or foe. You're only thing to me inside that ring. My opponent, and Alex is that opponent who needs to get his throat kicked in for good measurement.
Samantha Pryor
...Wow. I've never seen you so fired up.
Andre Holmes
Sorry. I just lose it when I trash talk my inferiors.
Samantha Pryor
No, it's good. I missed that fighting spirit. Alex should be scared of you now. The old Andre is back, and I think that's what you needed all along.
She gently stroked her finger on his head, and Andre smiled at her. The two locked eyes, and things got a little tense. All this coming together was perfect, and closure is heading to a small roadblock. Out of nowhere, the two just lock lips, grapple onto each other on the white couch. Andre on top, and she kicked off her heels as she drew him in. They knew it was wrong because of Andre's girlfriend Kaitlyn but the fire was still there. It felt too good, and it couldn't stop....they just couldn't stop.
