The Verge: Disrespected (Episode III)
Aug 14, 2016 15:41:41 GMT -6
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Post by "Relentless" Andre Holmes on Aug 14, 2016 15:41:41 GMT -6
"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love" - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Pop goes the weasel! The Yakuza were finally at their final stages of transporting the genetic serum to international grounds. More likely in Japan then through China, and their main buyer was Russia. This operation all under Burraku Kai's command was finally in motion but even though it was highly protected, you're only as strong as your weakest link in the chain. The west side of Chicago blocked off mostly up in the Norridge section had another underground base surfacing a hundred miles below with titanium structure deep of four point five meters to block all tracking from their enemies. Hopefully for Andre's new abilities- well forced abilities- he managed to beat the shit out of his pathetically willed, and poorly paid henchmen to give the secret information of their location. Burraku Kai wanted a new Andre Holmes, be careful what you wish for.
The underground base in Norridge had a road leading to a dead end. A dead end in Chicago in the woods? How typical could these idiots be. Multiple loaded Jeep's, armored, and protected by Japanese men well dressed for combat in their black, and camouflaged uniforms. Loaded with SMG's, pistols, army combat knives as the usual regime. Each jeep reaches the dead end in the middle of the woods under the bright moon when midnight strikes over Chicago. They all come to a halt, and Andre is a few meters away hidden in the woods on his hands, and knees; crawling closer, and closer as he can visually, and mentally sense the overbearing surge of electrons produced in this area of mother nature's creations.
Each step closer brought in more, and more thirst to fulfill blood, and rage. This was a stealth mission or all guns blazing. Andre didn't have much of an established armor so he basically wore a black vest, black army pants, black shoes, and a black hoodie under the vest. Both eyes sparking with his signature blue glow, the tatted back of his also reacting to his anger building. A deep visual, and it revealed that the dead end was more of a holographic illusion as it wore off. Showing a large opening door of an unidentified metallic structure he's never seen or connected with before but now is the time to infiltrate, and put these Asianmotherfuckers to rest.
Andre Holmes
Show time.
Indeed, lights, camera, action. Andre took off with the hoodie over his head, only revealing his eyes with the white skull mask covering his nose, mouth, and chin. He ran forward allowing the electrical surges stored in his body to enhance his physical attributes. Faster, and faster he ran until the guards, and men in the jeeps caught wind of his return. An instant alarm was blown through out the entire base putting everyone inside on alert. Men started shooting their SMG's, emptying full clips as thousands of bullets were blown into his direction; more troops rushing to the point their legs couldn't take no more to the only entrance, and exit out of the base.
Andre Holmes
WHERE IS BURRAKU KAI?!?!
His voice boomed in the air; louder than some of the men could handle. Andre quickly raised his right hand, and the bullets didn't stand a chance of even getting into his personal space. He finally came into contact with the rest of the men, and their weapons were removed from their hands, and beyond their reach by his electromagnetic will. One of the troop's men swung his right arm to try, and clothesline the Relentless conduit but Andre slid down on his knee; using the mud to carry him as the arm missed by a mile. Instead, he used that arm, and propelled himself in the air carrying the weight until overcharging his body to act as a temporary explosive device. A smart tactic, and very nice combination of both hand to hand combat along with his new powers.
Andre Holmes
Out of my way!!!
The overcharged soldier was blasted straight into the commotion of other troops, and vehicles. He landed in the middle until his body exploded into pieces allowing the unstable overcharge of electrical energy. The incredible shock wave emits a physical force beyond reckoning; jeeps, and other vehicles that made it to the entrance are thrown about everywhere. Either crushing troops caught in the landing zone or debris flying everywhere as they're torn to pieces, and shredded into junk. For the remaining troops, they're electrocuted as the charge passes through one human conduit to another prematurely terminating their life. Andre flies through the entrance of the base before the door closes, and uses that electromagnetic field to move deeper, and deeper down into the rabbit hole.
Burraku Kai is locked in the control center of the entire base, watching everything go down through tight surveillance, and also monitoring the rest of his men who are finally getting the action they've been praying to be in. Unfortunately, that action had to involve a psycho maniac on the verge of a flesh rippling, and skin tearing revenge path. Burraku sits in front of the control panel with each monitor locked on Andre's beautiful display of gore in his eyes, that slick little smirk he always had on that bronze wrinkled face. Yellow teeth showing on that disgusting smile, and lips old, pinched with disgusting taste too. He pressed his index finger on the P.A system, and speaks in calm tone.
Burraku-Kai
All units. Infiltrator is none other than Andre Holmes, I repeat, Andre Holmes. New orders are to capture him, and take him to containment cells immediately. Target must still be alive!
Orders are orders, gentlemen! This is all out warfare, and Andre was almost there to the HUB of the entire base. The HUB containing the armory, the vehicles, everything an army needed to take over a city. These motherfuckers were ready to really take over Chicago. Barracks were set, each soldier took their positions. Rifleman, sniper, tanks, air craft, SMG's, MG's, pistols, hand to hand. You name it, you think it, it was reality. The HUB is the heaven's gate to what generals, and above would dream to have. Ultimate killing machines all working together in perfect sync, and in perfect chemistry to deliver what could be the greatest force humanity has ever witnessed but only one man was playing God, and Burraku-Kai was it but just like God, you always have the devil knocking on your door.
Now the HUB's main entrance door was sealed tight. The same metallic structure was mocking Andre as he was the one tiny man compared to it's massive figure. Sealed, and locked but the men on the other side were still ready to open fire. Andre sensed it, and now needed to take on a different path. Behind him was an empty large tunnel filled with broken hopes, and dreams. Terminated human beings, and destroyed vehicles, and equipment. Bodies pilled up upon each other, destroyed vehicles in wreckage's that could pass for a junkyard haven. Blood splattered on the walls, and pools being drained out as if sprinklers were outing a fire. He looked up to the white cameras on each side of the wall, and Burraku stood up from off his seat to witness his power first hand behind the control panel. Handcuffing the cuff-links off his black buttoned shirt, and patiently waiting for show to begin.
Andre Holmes
Burraku! I know you're listening to this! Open this door, and let me show you what you wanted all along! You wanted a new Andre Holmes?! You got it! OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR!!!
Burraku pressed his finger on the intercom again, and his voice was heard in the tunnel. Andre's head snapped all around, and he frantically kept moving to see where he was. Blue electrical surges covering his arms, and chest. Eyes narrowed, teeth almost breaking against one another as his fists balled to the point they almost turned white. The blood rushing in his veins growing hotter, and crazier.
Burraku-Kai
I received your message, and did what you asked. I never thought I would see this. A transformation of what I invested so much money in. Your match with Erin Fausse brought peace to my heart, and clearance to my mind. I truly created a monster. My monster, my child. You are born in my image, and I implore you to seek your father's wil-
Andre Holmes
You shut your fucking mouth you miserable old bastard! I'VE LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU, AND I WANT THIS CURSE OFF OF ME NOW!!!
Burraku-Kai
Am I really the one who made you lose everything? You haven't learned to realize that the problem was never myself or anyone. It was always YOU.
Andre Holmes
...
Burraku-Kai
An empty mind who presents a full cup can never be filled with with knowledge, and wisdom. Here you are granted with opportunity, and yet you squander it away. I give you power, you squander it. You are given a UCI World Heavyweight contention match against one of the Guardians, Alex Richards, whom you've lost too in the past. You are going to squander it. Face it Andre, there's no one else at losing everything better than you.
Andre Holmes
.................................................................
Andre's mouth was spewing saliva. He couldn't find the words to say as he looked down, and kept balling his fists even more. Burraku started to notice one of the systems in the base going haywire.
The underground base in Norridge had a road leading to a dead end. A dead end in Chicago in the woods? How typical could these idiots be. Multiple loaded Jeep's, armored, and protected by Japanese men well dressed for combat in their black, and camouflaged uniforms. Loaded with SMG's, pistols, army combat knives as the usual regime. Each jeep reaches the dead end in the middle of the woods under the bright moon when midnight strikes over Chicago. They all come to a halt, and Andre is a few meters away hidden in the woods on his hands, and knees; crawling closer, and closer as he can visually, and mentally sense the overbearing surge of electrons produced in this area of mother nature's creations.
Each step closer brought in more, and more thirst to fulfill blood, and rage. This was a stealth mission or all guns blazing. Andre didn't have much of an established armor so he basically wore a black vest, black army pants, black shoes, and a black hoodie under the vest. Both eyes sparking with his signature blue glow, the tatted back of his also reacting to his anger building. A deep visual, and it revealed that the dead end was more of a holographic illusion as it wore off. Showing a large opening door of an unidentified metallic structure he's never seen or connected with before but now is the time to infiltrate, and put these Asianmotherfuckers to rest.
Andre Holmes
Show time.
Indeed, lights, camera, action. Andre took off with the hoodie over his head, only revealing his eyes with the white skull mask covering his nose, mouth, and chin. He ran forward allowing the electrical surges stored in his body to enhance his physical attributes. Faster, and faster he ran until the guards, and men in the jeeps caught wind of his return. An instant alarm was blown through out the entire base putting everyone inside on alert. Men started shooting their SMG's, emptying full clips as thousands of bullets were blown into his direction; more troops rushing to the point their legs couldn't take no more to the only entrance, and exit out of the base.
Andre Holmes
WHERE IS BURRAKU KAI?!?!
His voice boomed in the air; louder than some of the men could handle. Andre quickly raised his right hand, and the bullets didn't stand a chance of even getting into his personal space. He finally came into contact with the rest of the men, and their weapons were removed from their hands, and beyond their reach by his electromagnetic will. One of the troop's men swung his right arm to try, and clothesline the Relentless conduit but Andre slid down on his knee; using the mud to carry him as the arm missed by a mile. Instead, he used that arm, and propelled himself in the air carrying the weight until overcharging his body to act as a temporary explosive device. A smart tactic, and very nice combination of both hand to hand combat along with his new powers.
Andre Holmes
Out of my way!!!
The overcharged soldier was blasted straight into the commotion of other troops, and vehicles. He landed in the middle until his body exploded into pieces allowing the unstable overcharge of electrical energy. The incredible shock wave emits a physical force beyond reckoning; jeeps, and other vehicles that made it to the entrance are thrown about everywhere. Either crushing troops caught in the landing zone or debris flying everywhere as they're torn to pieces, and shredded into junk. For the remaining troops, they're electrocuted as the charge passes through one human conduit to another prematurely terminating their life. Andre flies through the entrance of the base before the door closes, and uses that electromagnetic field to move deeper, and deeper down into the rabbit hole.
Burraku Kai is locked in the control center of the entire base, watching everything go down through tight surveillance, and also monitoring the rest of his men who are finally getting the action they've been praying to be in. Unfortunately, that action had to involve a psycho maniac on the verge of a flesh rippling, and skin tearing revenge path. Burraku sits in front of the control panel with each monitor locked on Andre's beautiful display of gore in his eyes, that slick little smirk he always had on that bronze wrinkled face. Yellow teeth showing on that disgusting smile, and lips old, pinched with disgusting taste too. He pressed his index finger on the P.A system, and speaks in calm tone.
Burraku-Kai
All units. Infiltrator is none other than Andre Holmes, I repeat, Andre Holmes. New orders are to capture him, and take him to containment cells immediately. Target must still be alive!
Orders are orders, gentlemen! This is all out warfare, and Andre was almost there to the HUB of the entire base. The HUB containing the armory, the vehicles, everything an army needed to take over a city. These motherfuckers were ready to really take over Chicago. Barracks were set, each soldier took their positions. Rifleman, sniper, tanks, air craft, SMG's, MG's, pistols, hand to hand. You name it, you think it, it was reality. The HUB is the heaven's gate to what generals, and above would dream to have. Ultimate killing machines all working together in perfect sync, and in perfect chemistry to deliver what could be the greatest force humanity has ever witnessed but only one man was playing God, and Burraku-Kai was it but just like God, you always have the devil knocking on your door.
Now the HUB's main entrance door was sealed tight. The same metallic structure was mocking Andre as he was the one tiny man compared to it's massive figure. Sealed, and locked but the men on the other side were still ready to open fire. Andre sensed it, and now needed to take on a different path. Behind him was an empty large tunnel filled with broken hopes, and dreams. Terminated human beings, and destroyed vehicles, and equipment. Bodies pilled up upon each other, destroyed vehicles in wreckage's that could pass for a junkyard haven. Blood splattered on the walls, and pools being drained out as if sprinklers were outing a fire. He looked up to the white cameras on each side of the wall, and Burraku stood up from off his seat to witness his power first hand behind the control panel. Handcuffing the cuff-links off his black buttoned shirt, and patiently waiting for show to begin.
Andre Holmes
Burraku! I know you're listening to this! Open this door, and let me show you what you wanted all along! You wanted a new Andre Holmes?! You got it! OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR!!!
Burraku pressed his finger on the intercom again, and his voice was heard in the tunnel. Andre's head snapped all around, and he frantically kept moving to see where he was. Blue electrical surges covering his arms, and chest. Eyes narrowed, teeth almost breaking against one another as his fists balled to the point they almost turned white. The blood rushing in his veins growing hotter, and crazier.
Burraku-Kai
I received your message, and did what you asked. I never thought I would see this. A transformation of what I invested so much money in. Your match with Erin Fausse brought peace to my heart, and clearance to my mind. I truly created a monster. My monster, my child. You are born in my image, and I implore you to seek your father's wil-
Andre Holmes
You shut your fucking mouth you miserable old bastard! I'VE LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU, AND I WANT THIS CURSE OFF OF ME NOW!!!
Burraku-Kai
Am I really the one who made you lose everything? You haven't learned to realize that the problem was never myself or anyone. It was always YOU.
Andre Holmes
...
Burraku-Kai
An empty mind who presents a full cup can never be filled with with knowledge, and wisdom. Here you are granted with opportunity, and yet you squander it away. I give you power, you squander it. You are given a UCI World Heavyweight contention match against one of the Guardians, Alex Richards, whom you've lost too in the past. You are going to squander it. Face it Andre, there's no one else at losing everything better than you.
Andre Holmes
.................................................................
Andre's mouth was spewing saliva. He couldn't find the words to say as he looked down, and kept balling his fists even more. Burraku started to notice one of the systems in the base going haywire.
ELECTROMAGNETIC_INTERFERENCE!
Burraku looked more into the issue, and the source was Andre Holmes. The electrical surges around his body started growing in size, and strength. Soon his own eyes went from pure blue to pure red, and so did his power. The electrical surges started moving from his body to the rest of crushed metal that formed around his body as a personal armor. Burraku leaned in closer, slamming his hands on the edge of the control panel as he said to himself.
Burraku-Kai
Reveal your power to me! REVEAL IT NOW!
The metallic door structure started to create weird noises, churning, and twisting. Metal slowly ripping from both the large door, and the rusted crushed metal of the vehicles. It started to surround him as his electromagnetic field acted more of a catalyst for a gravitational pull. Behind the door, the men noticed their weapons, and vehicles slowly dragging itself closer to the door. Some of the troops held to their weapons tightly; clawing their fingernails, and hands into the concrete floor to be near the chaos behind that door. It all circled around Andre like he was a neutron. Sooner than later, the door's metallic structure ripped off from the titanium, and well designed hinges. It slowly leaned until collapsing in front of him allowing his devilish, and fearful figure to be seen.
Andre Holmes
...You. are. all. going. to. die.
Burraku-Kai
Reveal your power to me! REVEAL IT NOW!
The metallic door structure started to create weird noises, churning, and twisting. Metal slowly ripping from both the large door, and the rusted crushed metal of the vehicles. It started to surround him as his electromagnetic field acted more of a catalyst for a gravitational pull. Behind the door, the men noticed their weapons, and vehicles slowly dragging itself closer to the door. Some of the troops held to their weapons tightly; clawing their fingernails, and hands into the concrete floor to be near the chaos behind that door. It all circled around Andre like he was a neutron. Sooner than later, the door's metallic structure ripped off from the titanium, and well designed hinges. It slowly leaned until collapsing in front of him allowing his devilish, and fearful figure to be seen.
Andre Holmes
...You. are. all. going. to. die.
GENERATOR_SYSTEMS_OFFLINE!
HUB_DEFENSES_OFFLINE!
LOCK-DOWN_PARAMETERS_BROKEN!
HUB_DEFENSES_OFFLINE!
LOCK-DOWN_PARAMETERS_BROKEN!
The men stood in fear. A beast of such power took step by step closer to their lines. Troops hands were shaking, legs quivering, eyes locked on as the sweat from their brow gave the reflection Andre twisting fear into their souls. They weren't given the order to fire but one soldier does screaming at the top of his lungs with his eyes closed, and the rest followed afterwards. Bullets swarmed to the red electromagnetic creature almost covering him as heavy artillery such as MG's turrets, and even missiles were fired in his direction. As the smoke cleared, all mouths were dropped, and all eyes widened. Nothing worked. Andre stood perfectly fine with his clothes almost ripped off, and he was left in his black underwear. Bullets, missiles, tank firing rounds floated around him with the rest of metal ripped from the vehicles, and door. It covered his body in the shape of a phoenix armor with metallic wings formed on his back.
His outstretched his right hand forward, and turned it sideways. The projectiles that were floating around him slowly extended away from his reach, and upwards in the air. Thousands of bullets along with heavy artillery all directed to the soldiers. Guns empty, no defenses. A large population of the troops fell to their knees; begged in agony as their life was in the palm of Andre's hands but the decision was made. Andre was pushed beyond point of reason, and in that large HUB, it was going to be a flood of blood until...
ENOUGH!
Soldiers moved part, and got back on their attentive stance. Hands at the side, posture perfect, and head bowed. They lined up on each sides to give him a rite of passage as he walked forward with no fear in his eyes, and that smirk on his lips. Andre saw Burraku, and walked forward as the two managed to even stand in front of each other only by a few feet distance away. Andre was breathing heavily, his fists clenched where blood seeped from the pours of his palm, and continued to be that husky hot head loaded with unlimited power. Burraku maintained his composure.
Burraku-Kai
I am here my child. I am here.
Andre Holmes
Finally.
Andre thrusted his fist into his face but it stopped before it even scraped his nose. His arm was locked, and couldn't move. He tried to punch him again but he lost control of the feeling. Sooner than he thought, Andre couldn't move at all, and his power was shut off instantly. Every metal falling to the concrete behind him, and the metal around his body crashing to the floor. He was forced onto his knees, unable to form words. This wasn't right. So much momentum, and it's all gone like a blink of an eye. Burraku paced around him slowly, patting the top of his head sweaty head. More soldiers surrounding him as they realized the threat was no longer there.
His outstretched his right hand forward, and turned it sideways. The projectiles that were floating around him slowly extended away from his reach, and upwards in the air. Thousands of bullets along with heavy artillery all directed to the soldiers. Guns empty, no defenses. A large population of the troops fell to their knees; begged in agony as their life was in the palm of Andre's hands but the decision was made. Andre was pushed beyond point of reason, and in that large HUB, it was going to be a flood of blood until...
ENOUGH!
Soldiers moved part, and got back on their attentive stance. Hands at the side, posture perfect, and head bowed. They lined up on each sides to give him a rite of passage as he walked forward with no fear in his eyes, and that smirk on his lips. Andre saw Burraku, and walked forward as the two managed to even stand in front of each other only by a few feet distance away. Andre was breathing heavily, his fists clenched where blood seeped from the pours of his palm, and continued to be that husky hot head loaded with unlimited power. Burraku maintained his composure.
Burraku-Kai
I am here my child. I am here.
Andre Holmes
Finally.
Andre thrusted his fist into his face but it stopped before it even scraped his nose. His arm was locked, and couldn't move. He tried to punch him again but he lost control of the feeling. Sooner than he thought, Andre couldn't move at all, and his power was shut off instantly. Every metal falling to the concrete behind him, and the metal around his body crashing to the floor. He was forced onto his knees, unable to form words. This wasn't right. So much momentum, and it's all gone like a blink of an eye. Burraku paced around him slowly, patting the top of his head sweaty head. More soldiers surrounding him as they realized the threat was no longer there.
GENERATORS_FULLY_OPERATIONAL!
THREAT_NEUTRALIZED!
THREAT_NEUTRALIZED!
Burraku-Kai
Funny isn't it. You really thought it would be that easy. Apparently, you are more delusional than I thought. There would be no chance in hell I would allow you to venture out in the world with the power I've given you. Disrespect. You brought dishonor, and disrespect to the Yakuza family, the family I brought you into. I created you to be my new weapon of mass destruction on Chicago but now it seems fate destines itself otherwise. Such a shame. Your friend Alex Richards may be the only chance of redemption you have at restoring honor in the faith of the Kai's. After all, he is a Guardian who has come across our radar, and yours. Here is an option, the ONLY option you have on becoming World Champion, and back into my good graces. I have a new mission for you. You will go to Overload, and eradicate Alex Richards or find yourself...rectified. Take him away, and erase his memory. I want him under my control for good.
Andre Holmes
How are you...?
Burraku-Kai
You're not the only monster here.
Burraku turned his back on Andre subjected to kneel. The rest of the men quickly took his wrists, and put it behind him to slap on power-negation cuffs to neutralize any chance of fighting back. They stood him up, and dragged his weak carcass by the legs. Lights passing one by one, and his vision going blurry. Voices became echoes, and he was looking all around trying to depict exactly where he was being taken. Before you know it, complete black-out.
Where am I? I can't see anything. This is so dark. Everything is black. WHERE AM I?!?!!! Hello?! Anyone hear me?! Please! Someone answer me!!! I don't know where I am! Someone fuckin' answer me now!!!
Funny isn't it. You really thought it would be that easy. Apparently, you are more delusional than I thought. There would be no chance in hell I would allow you to venture out in the world with the power I've given you. Disrespect. You brought dishonor, and disrespect to the Yakuza family, the family I brought you into. I created you to be my new weapon of mass destruction on Chicago but now it seems fate destines itself otherwise. Such a shame. Your friend Alex Richards may be the only chance of redemption you have at restoring honor in the faith of the Kai's. After all, he is a Guardian who has come across our radar, and yours. Here is an option, the ONLY option you have on becoming World Champion, and back into my good graces. I have a new mission for you. You will go to Overload, and eradicate Alex Richards or find yourself...rectified. Take him away, and erase his memory. I want him under my control for good.
Andre Holmes
How are you...?
Burraku-Kai
You're not the only monster here.
Burraku turned his back on Andre subjected to kneel. The rest of the men quickly took his wrists, and put it behind him to slap on power-negation cuffs to neutralize any chance of fighting back. They stood him up, and dragged his weak carcass by the legs. Lights passing one by one, and his vision going blurry. Voices became echoes, and he was looking all around trying to depict exactly where he was being taken. Before you know it, complete black-out.
Where am I? I can't see anything. This is so dark. Everything is black. WHERE AM I?!?!!! Hello?! Anyone hear me?! Please! Someone answer me!!! I don't know where I am! Someone fuckin' answer me now!!!
Can you hear me Andre?
Who is this? Who are you?
Why are you here?
Isn't it's simple? I wanted to end him. End him for what he did to me. Every DISRESPECTFUL thing he has said to me, and my family. He wanted a new Andre Holmes, and he got it. I wasn't the same man as I was. I'm hungry, and I want B.L.O.O.D. His blood splattered all around the walls for the world to see, and to know. I will not be that weak, and feebled man I once was. He's long, and gone. This power that grows in me scares them. What an amazing thing that would be to witness. How a man can be pushed so far to the point reality shatters, and truth is revealed. Disrespect me, and I will unleash an entire wrath of vengeance, and destruction as I've so did in this pathetic little base they feel safe in. It's what drives me day, and night to witness my enemies clutter together like a bunch of helpless chickens, and shit their pants in the sight of their day of reckoning judging them to the pits of hell. I want to bring them their destiny, and I almost did until something happened. I couldn't move my body, and yet I am trapped in this dark prison they have over me. How are you able to talk to me? Are you one of them?
No. I am you. The Andre Holmes you left behind.
Wha-What?
You left me to die. Remember? I am still alive. Why. are. you. here?
Isn't it obvious? Revenge. I told everyone in the UCI that I would be coming for heads, and also coming for everything they've wronged me. Revenge. We've been through this many times, and you STILL can't grasp the picture? Isn't being Relentless the ideal of vengeance for what someone has done to me? Have you not forgotten that I have a UCI World Championship opportunity this Sunday at Overload against Alex Richards who beaten me in the past. A TAINTED victory if I may add. A victory on my record that has been plaguing my mind in the sense of that victory Burraku holds over me, Howard Black holds over me, Thursday Kerrigan, Crow McMorris, and the worst of all. Erin Fausse. However, a new generation is starting to emerge where I reign supreme over my enemies who wins the battle but war is something I never lose in the hands of fate. They disrespected me with their little speeches trying to convince the eyes of those who read it or the ears who listen that Andre Holmes was weak, and pathetic. They are so mistaken, and Alex is at the creme de la creme.
The man has been awarded the great honor of being my opponent who holds the key to that championship golden opportunity at the next worldwide event, and I would allow no other man to hold that opportunity. Alxx has beaten me, no not me, you.
Isn't it obvious? Revenge. I told everyone in the UCI that I would be coming for heads, and also coming for everything they've wronged me. Revenge. We've been through this many times, and you STILL can't grasp the picture? Isn't being Relentless the ideal of vengeance for what someone has done to me? Have you not forgotten that I have a UCI World Championship opportunity this Sunday at Overload against Alex Richards who beaten me in the past. A TAINTED victory if I may add. A victory on my record that has been plaguing my mind in the sense of that victory Burraku holds over me, Howard Black holds over me, Thursday Kerrigan, Crow McMorris, and the worst of all. Erin Fausse. However, a new generation is starting to emerge where I reign supreme over my enemies who wins the battle but war is something I never lose in the hands of fate. They disrespected me with their little speeches trying to convince the eyes of those who read it or the ears who listen that Andre Holmes was weak, and pathetic. They are so mistaken, and Alex is at the creme de la creme.
The man has been awarded the great honor of being my opponent who holds the key to that championship golden opportunity at the next worldwide event, and I would allow no other man to hold that opportunity. Alxx has beaten me, no not me, you.
Me?
Yes. You. The shell I crawled out to be exposed to the light. The shell that was cracked, rusty, shredded, and easy to carve. You let Alex Richards beat regards of Erin Fausse, and now I am here to rectify that. Forgetting everything that I have left behind to assume the role of this psychopathic killer on the loose who is hungry for blood, and gold. The UCI World Heavyweight Championship was yours but you let it slip from your fingers, and let Alex beat you to become the little bragging bitch he is. You disrespected me, and I do not take kindly to disrespect. The old withered Andre who was claiming to be Relentless but proved otherwise. What happened to you when you in WCF winning matches, undefeated for over 100 days, and held a double championship? You've fallen from your face, and have birthed me to rectify that mistake on Alex Richards.
Alex Richards. A Guardian. The same Guardian who owned the Slosh Pit until it was taken from him by the man he LET live today. Ironic isn't it. When you show a man mercy, and allow him to get the upper hand on you. You showed Mercy just like Alex, and now you're gone. The same will happen to Alex because I show no mercy to no one. Alex wants the World Title but he cannot let go of the baby he raised that was snatched from his own hands. I had to give up my family to become this grueling monster, and exciting psychopath. I miss them. They mean't the world to us but to ensure their safety, I let them go so I can be this destructive reckoning force that can never be matched on the field.
Alex Richards. A Guardian. The same Guardian who owned the Slosh Pit until it was taken from him by the man he LET live today. Ironic isn't it. When you show a man mercy, and allow him to get the upper hand on you. You showed Mercy just like Alex, and now you're gone. The same will happen to Alex because I show no mercy to no one. Alex wants the World Title but he cannot let go of the baby he raised that was snatched from his own hands. I had to give up my family to become this grueling monster, and exciting psychopath. I miss them. They mean't the world to us but to ensure their safety, I let them go so I can be this destructive reckoning force that can never be matched on the field.
What have you done?! YOU LET THEM GO?! THEY NEEDED YOU!
No. They needed you but you let them down. I am here with a purpose, and that is to ensure all evil is distinguished from this world. Alex Richards is in the way of my purpose as Howard Black is the one true evil that was corrupted from the get go since his return in UCI. However, Alex is a man who portrays himself better than me due to the bragging rights he thinks he's earned because of his fuckin' tainted victory. He, and I are not alike. I am stronger, and better now. I've let go of the human things to become this machine built on the foundation of destruction. I had to let go of what I love to ensure it's growth, and potential is fully reached but yet he let his own creations be destroyed on his own terms by letting people go. Being the bigger man? As if he wasn't a big man with his gigantic height, and weight. No, he had morals, he had emotions. He was you.
There is nothing wrong with showing mercy. Valuing life is not weak!
BUT VALUING EVIL IS NOT STRENGTH!
Have you both forgotten that we are in the midst of our World Championship held by a man who turned his back on the people? Mr. Wright is still out there breaking hearts, bones, and damaging property. He destroyed the Sloshed Pit, something Alex worked on, and loved because he let him go to be the bigger man. Alex saw life, I saw evil. There is a code to everything we do, and that is kill one, save a thousand. Alex may be a Guardian but he didn't guard the one thing he sought out in his life. He's out there with regret, and anger. Blinding him from the real enemy that stands before him, and that's me. A new Andre Holmes who wants to put an end to the mistakes YOU created. A mistake you let come to light. Sure Alex is a fine competitor but you were better than him. You took him lightly, and YOU LOST!!!
YOU had so much riding on the plate before Alex does. YOU both started in UCI, and you won your first match in the UCI World Title tournament, he didn't! YOU defeated Erin Fausse, he didn't! YOU were granted a UCI World Heavyweight Title match before him, he didn't get that opportunity, and you still lost! YOU let everything squ-- Burraku was talking to you all along. It wasn't me who squandered the loss, and heartbreak to Alex Richards, it was you. The former Andre Holmes. Burraku really looked into my soul, and was talking to the former man I dropped behind the day I received these powers. How are you still alive? You disgust me, and disrespect everything I've tried to built so far by remaining as the lingering dark past I want to get rid of.
Have you both forgotten that we are in the midst of our World Championship held by a man who turned his back on the people? Mr. Wright is still out there breaking hearts, bones, and damaging property. He destroyed the Sloshed Pit, something Alex worked on, and loved because he let him go to be the bigger man. Alex saw life, I saw evil. There is a code to everything we do, and that is kill one, save a thousand. Alex may be a Guardian but he didn't guard the one thing he sought out in his life. He's out there with regret, and anger. Blinding him from the real enemy that stands before him, and that's me. A new Andre Holmes who wants to put an end to the mistakes YOU created. A mistake you let come to light. Sure Alex is a fine competitor but you were better than him. You took him lightly, and YOU LOST!!!
YOU had so much riding on the plate before Alex does. YOU both started in UCI, and you won your first match in the UCI World Title tournament, he didn't! YOU defeated Erin Fausse, he didn't! YOU were granted a UCI World Heavyweight Title match before him, he didn't get that opportunity, and you still lost! YOU let everything squ-- Burraku was talking to you all along. It wasn't me who squandered the loss, and heartbreak to Alex Richards, it was you. The former Andre Holmes. Burraku really looked into my soul, and was talking to the former man I dropped behind the day I received these powers. How are you still alive? You disgust me, and disrespect everything I've tried to built so far by remaining as the lingering dark past I want to get rid of.
Then let him control you. If you don't care about the old me, now's your chance to have your memories erased. I did lose to Alex Richards, and I did make mistakes but I never wanted to become a monster. Go down this road, you will fall to the shadows with all I hold dear. Don't. do. this. I beg you.
It's a very simple answer that I have been called by your regret to end this path of shame, and atrocious disrespect you caused. This is your Silent Hill. I am your Pyramid Head. This conundrum in my head perceives reality to be exactly as you see it. Just in my head but I do applaud you as you've made one right thing. You were able to beat the figure head of the Guardians, and that's Polar Phantasm. A simple message that even a weak Andre Holmes can take out a feeble little bitch of their group who wanted to prove he was something but then you let him become an inaugural champion before you! Both of you, Alex, and my former self, are nothing but complete wastes of real talent in UCI who doesn't even deserve to be in the contention spot. I destroyed a woman who wronged you, and he let a man live just to show MERCY can go for places?!
Where was the Mercy to Kyle Cameron, Wade Moor, Mr. Wright, and all the rest of others he defeated in the ring or better yet? Where was the mercy on his own physical body when he subjected his clear state of mind to be flushed away into screaming, and irrational nonsense to the alcohol? You remember the alcohol our ex-wife took every morning, and night to get rid of the images of her father, and our children? Shame he let the same thing happen to us happen to him. Building his legacy that even his own nick name was formed on "Zim-quilla". Alcoholism wasn't bad enough. Stuffing liters of that liquid substance, reprogramming his brain to make him less of a man; ironic he has such a large figure yet a short intellectualism. A waste of what could be the best in the world today but I do not undermine his work in the ring nor undermine his work outside of it.
Where was the Mercy to Kyle Cameron, Wade Moor, Mr. Wright, and all the rest of others he defeated in the ring or better yet? Where was the mercy on his own physical body when he subjected his clear state of mind to be flushed away into screaming, and irrational nonsense to the alcohol? You remember the alcohol our ex-wife took every morning, and night to get rid of the images of her father, and our children? Shame he let the same thing happen to us happen to him. Building his legacy that even his own nick name was formed on "Zim-quilla". Alcoholism wasn't bad enough. Stuffing liters of that liquid substance, reprogramming his brain to make him less of a man; ironic he has such a large figure yet a short intellectualism. A waste of what could be the best in the world today but I do not undermine his work in the ring nor undermine his work outside of it.
But you do undermine something. I can feel it. What is it?
Why is he so all about the negative things? Why is he a Guardian when he embraces the business of pills, alcohol, and this "Zim-Quilla" that is unhealthy to the human body. Isn't a Guardian supposed to protect the innocent people? He's embracing all of this destruction yet I'm the one who gets blamed for so relentlessly hunting down a woman who I exposed as a false prophet, and has risen a church to rapture the true teachings of GOD. He showed Mercy on a man who took his baby away, and didn't show Mercy to the people he so brutally carved into the ring? I don't undermine his physicality, I undermine his beliefs, and his actions. Everything I do is with a purpose, and here he is the hero cloaked in the shadows spreading danrness over where the sun doesn't shine. WHEN DOES THE DISRESPECT END?!
Alex Richards will never be UCI World Champion until he accepts that I am his superior, and more ready to face the Lost Boy, Howard Black. Relentless as I am in this world of wrestling, and the world itself. He needs to understand there is no second place or participation award. He beat you but he hasn't beaten ME! He's like all three of you. Burraku, and my former self disrespecting me by not realizing that I can be their end, and I can be their start. I am their Alpha, and Omega yet I have to suffer listening, and watching their pathetic minds, and actions take hold of this world more than I do! It is not the way I invented, and implemented to be for my career. I have received two Hall of Fames, a three year World Title reign, and during the time in WCF, we had such a following until you threw it all away. Now Alex will do the same because it takes one little mistake to change the sands of time. Reversing the clock, letting reality distort around him.
Alex Richards will never be UCI World Champion until he accepts that I am his superior, and more ready to face the Lost Boy, Howard Black. Relentless as I am in this world of wrestling, and the world itself. He needs to understand there is no second place or participation award. He beat you but he hasn't beaten ME! He's like all three of you. Burraku, and my former self disrespecting me by not realizing that I can be their end, and I can be their start. I am their Alpha, and Omega yet I have to suffer listening, and watching their pathetic minds, and actions take hold of this world more than I do! It is not the way I invented, and implemented to be for my career. I have received two Hall of Fames, a three year World Title reign, and during the time in WCF, we had such a following until you threw it all away. Now Alex will do the same because it takes one little mistake to change the sands of time. Reversing the clock, letting reality distort around him.
And what about me? Am I gone too? Do you want to throw away everything I had? Kaitlyn, Samantha? Our daughters, Athena, and Serenity....and our third child on the way?
No...I want you to stay. I want you to see the resemblance of Alex Richards in you as you watch him fall to the mat on his face, and tapping as I make him submit to the new me. I want you to understand that Alex Richards will never be World Champion as long as I live because I desire this World Championship from the moment it was announced. We have an opportunity but you let it slip. I have to be that rectifier. That man to make sure it never happens again. Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot but who said anything about electricity? Stay there locked deep into my mind, my sub-conscious, and enjoy the view that I give you as a bloody broken Alex Richards will be dead on the canvas taking his last breath while the last thing he sees is me with my arm raised, and the number one contender for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship.
As for my family. I need to go through this path alone. Seek out the rest of evil on my own, and end them before they take over Chicago. In order to ensure no one else gets hurt, one must sacrifice everything he holds clearly to complete the mission without any regrets or even looking back over his shoulder. Samantha, Kaitlyn, Athena, Serenity. They must not be involved in the business I am involved in. You would never forgive me if anything happened to them. That is my promise to you. I love them dearly which is why I am doing this for the better of myself, and them. Do not lose faith in me when it comes to our family. Never will I ever forget about them, and never will I ever stop loving them.
As for my family. I need to go through this path alone. Seek out the rest of evil on my own, and end them before they take over Chicago. In order to ensure no one else gets hurt, one must sacrifice everything he holds clearly to complete the mission without any regrets or even looking back over his shoulder. Samantha, Kaitlyn, Athena, Serenity. They must not be involved in the business I am involved in. You would never forgive me if anything happened to them. That is my promise to you. I love them dearly which is why I am doing this for the better of myself, and them. Do not lose faith in me when it comes to our family. Never will I ever forget about them, and never will I ever stop loving them.
Well, you can't protect them here. Wake up.
What do you mean?
CONTAINMENT_CHAMBER_DESTROYED!
SUBJECT_ESCAPING!
INTRUDER_ALERT!
THREAT_LEVEL: GUARDIAN!!!
Everything happened so fast. Bullets firing, explosions occurring. Bodies falling with bullets holes covering them from head to toe, and blood pouring out of their bodies. Andre's vision was blurry. He could barely see the action going on but loud alarm sirens, and red flashing lights were happening all around as he mind was torn from slumber into the breath of life. His white hands slowly moving across the cold concrete, trying to get up as he saw more men rushing into the containment room of the base. As the metal door slid upwards, their bodies were burned to charred carcasses from what could be seen as a flamethrower. Chunks of concrete were torn from the walls, and it seems the entire underground base was really in a shit storm now. Andre stood on his right knee, and finally his vision was back to normal.
He was helped up from behind, his right arm placed around a woman who was locked in her red suit. Designed with technology way beyond the time of the Yakuza, and armed with a heavy artillery gun that fire off plasma rounds. The red suit lit up to show the woman's health, and also her choice of weapons. Another man came to his side keeping his gun up to right shoulder, and providing cover fire as they moved behind another chunk of wall to avoid any gunfire coming in. Nightmare, and Preecha Kamon had come to the rescue. Her D.R.E.E.M Machine digged itself into the cover, and managed to leave a hole open in the underground structure allowing them to infiltrate the building. Andre looked at Nightmare who was checking on his condition until he spoke in a very raspy voice.
Nightmare
Andre...Andre...Andre! Wake up!
Andre Holmes
Huh'...what? Wh-who are you guys?
Nightmare
I'm Nightmare, and this is Preecha Kamon. We're from the Guardians, and we're here to extract you. Come with us now!
Preecha kept firing rounds to more of the troops making their way in. He looked at Nightmare, and gave her a stern look with a slow nod to assure he's got this handled. Even though he was deaf, Preecha was a valued member of the Guardians. Standing on his right knee, his gun firing off plasma rounds to the troops swarming in waves. Andre shook his head, and couldn't believe this was all happening at once. Suddenly, his mind was struck to remember Burraku.
Andre Holmes
Wait. Burraku-Kai?! Where is he?!
Nightmare
It's too late. He's escaped. You need to come with us now-
Andre Holmes
No. The Yakuza has enough artillery to take out Chicago so now I need to take them out for good. You have two options: help me or leave me.
Nightmare sighed, and Andre sat up against the wall still in his underwear. Preecha dropped behind cover, and reloaded the gun. They both looked between each other, and Nightmare's gloves started warm up in heat until fire was lit from her suit's igniter, and nodded.
Nightmare
But if we do this. You're coming with us.
Andre Holmes
Deal.
Nightmare
Preecha. You ready?
He nodded. The troops needed to reload which was the perfect opportunity. Preecha, Nightmare, and Andre all got up from their cover, and opened fire on the troops who entered into the containment chamber. Nightmare extended her hands, and produced a flamethrower to incinerate the multiple armed men who's body fell to nothing but charred remains or flesh melting victims in her path. Andre quickly produced an electrical surge that chained from one armed men to the other, electrocuting to the point of their eyes exploding from their sockets while Preecha was blowing heads off with the plasma gun in his arms. In the amount of twenty seconds, the containment chamber was cleared.
Nightmare
Preecha. Operate the DREEM machine, and follow us to the HUB.
Andre Holmes
Can this guy talk?
Nightmare
He can read lips.
Andre Holmes
What is he? Deaf?
Nightmare
Yes.
Preecha ignored the two as they talked about him, not like he could hear it anyways. He already went inside of the light brown, silver, and teal colored advanced tank. Entering through the ramp of the middle of the tank as it lowered then quickly locked. Seated at the control seat, it was fully operational with all weapons loaded, and ready for use. Andre, and Nightmare took off in flight through as her suit projected a map of the base that lead to the HUB. Preecha continued to drive the tank moving behind them. Bashing through any mercenary, soldier, and even war vehicles ahead of them. Nightmare kept leading the pack, and finally they broke through the security blast doors into the HUB where the fight was going to happen.
Andre Holmes
Remember. We destroy everything. No questions asked, and we get out of here. GO!
The HUB was gigantic, and could be used like an arena simulator. It's like the combination of the Danger Room plus an airbase to defy gravity. Troops came in from east, and west. Andre sprinted first into the west wing blasting the shit out of vehicles, and armed men coming into his way. Moving around while connecting with the metal in the vehicles to swipe men back, and forth. Creating chaos, and ruckus in the midst allowing him a path to finally eliminate the rest of the men who started firing rounds into his directions. He leaped up above the bullets passing under, and used his electromagnetic field to carry him in the air until producing electrical energy around his right arm, and constructing it to form an electrical blade sparking blue electrical energy. He flew down in great speed, and fashion. Decapitating men in his way, heads falling off to the cold concrete floor, and blood squirting like a fountain show near the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. Once done, he came to a skidding halt, and turned around to finish the rest of men by punching the floor to emit an electrical shock wave executing the last remaining wave on the west wing.
Nightmare took the east wing, and just started to incinerate those who tried to defy her. Her suit quickly changing into combat mode, and started to enhance her physical attributes. She charged forward faster than an average human being would, and used her hand to hand combat as an advantage. Blocking a simple punch with her right arm, and twisting a man's arm out of place until tossing him into a pile of others running to her direction before extending her hands, and burning them them alive. It was even fun until a Jeep with a turret manned by a crazed soldier started firing shells at her. Nightmare could obviously handle it. She ran straight into the path, and blasted fire from her feet to propel her into the jeep until over to set it on fire. A few moments, it ignited into an explosion, and threw the men's bodies into the concrete floor melting their skin, and flesh.
Nightmare
Andre!
Andre Holmes
RIGHT!
The final wave of men in the center of the HUB were both surrounded by Andre, and Nightmare coming from both east, and west. The two launched upwards into the air until punching the ground simultaneously to emit both a combined power surge of fire, and electricity to throw the multitudes of soldiers in the air. Preecha in the DREEM Machine quickly went into battle mode in the control panel of the tank. Two large minigun's emerged out of both wings, and a trigger aiming control popped up in front of him. The screen before him targeting onto the bodies in the air, and he just lit it up. Large shells, and a huge amount of clips were loaded into the bodies until they were shredded, and ripped with blood splattering onto the ground below. Once finished, they fell to the concrete letting blood pour everywhere as ruined carcasses. Nightmare, and Andre were breathing heavily from the war they won. Preecha went out of battle mode, and pressed a button to let the silver titanium ramp from the ship down to bring them board. However, Andre was hesitant. Stopping before the ramp as something rushed through his mind, and Nightmare stood on it looking at him concerned.
Nightmare
You alright?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Just...
OVERLOAD
CONTAINMENT_CHAMBER_DESTROYED!
SUBJECT_ESCAPING!
INTRUDER_ALERT!
THREAT_LEVEL: GUARDIAN!!!
Everything happened so fast. Bullets firing, explosions occurring. Bodies falling with bullets holes covering them from head to toe, and blood pouring out of their bodies. Andre's vision was blurry. He could barely see the action going on but loud alarm sirens, and red flashing lights were happening all around as he mind was torn from slumber into the breath of life. His white hands slowly moving across the cold concrete, trying to get up as he saw more men rushing into the containment room of the base. As the metal door slid upwards, their bodies were burned to charred carcasses from what could be seen as a flamethrower. Chunks of concrete were torn from the walls, and it seems the entire underground base was really in a shit storm now. Andre stood on his right knee, and finally his vision was back to normal.
He was helped up from behind, his right arm placed around a woman who was locked in her red suit. Designed with technology way beyond the time of the Yakuza, and armed with a heavy artillery gun that fire off plasma rounds. The red suit lit up to show the woman's health, and also her choice of weapons. Another man came to his side keeping his gun up to right shoulder, and providing cover fire as they moved behind another chunk of wall to avoid any gunfire coming in. Nightmare, and Preecha Kamon had come to the rescue. Her D.R.E.E.M Machine digged itself into the cover, and managed to leave a hole open in the underground structure allowing them to infiltrate the building. Andre looked at Nightmare who was checking on his condition until he spoke in a very raspy voice.
Nightmare
Andre...Andre...Andre! Wake up!
Andre Holmes
Huh'...what? Wh-who are you guys?
Nightmare
I'm Nightmare, and this is Preecha Kamon. We're from the Guardians, and we're here to extract you. Come with us now!
Preecha kept firing rounds to more of the troops making their way in. He looked at Nightmare, and gave her a stern look with a slow nod to assure he's got this handled. Even though he was deaf, Preecha was a valued member of the Guardians. Standing on his right knee, his gun firing off plasma rounds to the troops swarming in waves. Andre shook his head, and couldn't believe this was all happening at once. Suddenly, his mind was struck to remember Burraku.
Andre Holmes
Wait. Burraku-Kai?! Where is he?!
Nightmare
It's too late. He's escaped. You need to come with us now-
Andre Holmes
No. The Yakuza has enough artillery to take out Chicago so now I need to take them out for good. You have two options: help me or leave me.
Nightmare sighed, and Andre sat up against the wall still in his underwear. Preecha dropped behind cover, and reloaded the gun. They both looked between each other, and Nightmare's gloves started warm up in heat until fire was lit from her suit's igniter, and nodded.
Nightmare
But if we do this. You're coming with us.
Andre Holmes
Deal.
Nightmare
Preecha. You ready?
He nodded. The troops needed to reload which was the perfect opportunity. Preecha, Nightmare, and Andre all got up from their cover, and opened fire on the troops who entered into the containment chamber. Nightmare extended her hands, and produced a flamethrower to incinerate the multiple armed men who's body fell to nothing but charred remains or flesh melting victims in her path. Andre quickly produced an electrical surge that chained from one armed men to the other, electrocuting to the point of their eyes exploding from their sockets while Preecha was blowing heads off with the plasma gun in his arms. In the amount of twenty seconds, the containment chamber was cleared.
Nightmare
Preecha. Operate the DREEM machine, and follow us to the HUB.
Andre Holmes
Can this guy talk?
Nightmare
He can read lips.
Andre Holmes
What is he? Deaf?
Nightmare
Yes.
Preecha ignored the two as they talked about him, not like he could hear it anyways. He already went inside of the light brown, silver, and teal colored advanced tank. Entering through the ramp of the middle of the tank as it lowered then quickly locked. Seated at the control seat, it was fully operational with all weapons loaded, and ready for use. Andre, and Nightmare took off in flight through as her suit projected a map of the base that lead to the HUB. Preecha continued to drive the tank moving behind them. Bashing through any mercenary, soldier, and even war vehicles ahead of them. Nightmare kept leading the pack, and finally they broke through the security blast doors into the HUB where the fight was going to happen.
Andre Holmes
Remember. We destroy everything. No questions asked, and we get out of here. GO!
The HUB was gigantic, and could be used like an arena simulator. It's like the combination of the Danger Room plus an airbase to defy gravity. Troops came in from east, and west. Andre sprinted first into the west wing blasting the shit out of vehicles, and armed men coming into his way. Moving around while connecting with the metal in the vehicles to swipe men back, and forth. Creating chaos, and ruckus in the midst allowing him a path to finally eliminate the rest of the men who started firing rounds into his directions. He leaped up above the bullets passing under, and used his electromagnetic field to carry him in the air until producing electrical energy around his right arm, and constructing it to form an electrical blade sparking blue electrical energy. He flew down in great speed, and fashion. Decapitating men in his way, heads falling off to the cold concrete floor, and blood squirting like a fountain show near the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. Once done, he came to a skidding halt, and turned around to finish the rest of men by punching the floor to emit an electrical shock wave executing the last remaining wave on the west wing.
Nightmare took the east wing, and just started to incinerate those who tried to defy her. Her suit quickly changing into combat mode, and started to enhance her physical attributes. She charged forward faster than an average human being would, and used her hand to hand combat as an advantage. Blocking a simple punch with her right arm, and twisting a man's arm out of place until tossing him into a pile of others running to her direction before extending her hands, and burning them them alive. It was even fun until a Jeep with a turret manned by a crazed soldier started firing shells at her. Nightmare could obviously handle it. She ran straight into the path, and blasted fire from her feet to propel her into the jeep until over to set it on fire. A few moments, it ignited into an explosion, and threw the men's bodies into the concrete floor melting their skin, and flesh.
Nightmare
Andre!
Andre Holmes
RIGHT!
The final wave of men in the center of the HUB were both surrounded by Andre, and Nightmare coming from both east, and west. The two launched upwards into the air until punching the ground simultaneously to emit both a combined power surge of fire, and electricity to throw the multitudes of soldiers in the air. Preecha in the DREEM Machine quickly went into battle mode in the control panel of the tank. Two large minigun's emerged out of both wings, and a trigger aiming control popped up in front of him. The screen before him targeting onto the bodies in the air, and he just lit it up. Large shells, and a huge amount of clips were loaded into the bodies until they were shredded, and ripped with blood splattering onto the ground below. Once finished, they fell to the concrete letting blood pour everywhere as ruined carcasses. Nightmare, and Andre were breathing heavily from the war they won. Preecha went out of battle mode, and pressed a button to let the silver titanium ramp from the ship down to bring them board. However, Andre was hesitant. Stopping before the ramp as something rushed through his mind, and Nightmare stood on it looking at him concerned.
Nightmare
You alright?
Andre Holmes
Yeah. Just...
OVERLOAD
KILL
ALEX
RICHARDS
KILL
KILL
ALEX
RICHARDS
98490927901KILL087997ALEX8377909RICHARDS3889
98490927901KILL087997ALEX8377909RICHARDS3889
Andre Holmes
Nothing. Let's go.
They both got on the tank, and the ramp went back up to conceal it. Preecha started driving the tank through the destroyed equipment, and over the bodies through the main entrance, and exit. Using his GPS to quickly get out through the destroyed entrance, and exit of the entire underground base back on the surface. While moving through the woods, it was clear that Andre would need some help even though he denied it. He sat down on the seats at the side in the center of the tank interior, and he had his back leaned against the padded steel structure. Nightmare sat in front of him on the other bench, and sighed.
Nightmare
How did you know where the Yakuza was?
Andre Holmes
I just knew. You said you both were apart of the Guardians?
Nightmare
Yes. After what Corey Black told us about the Yakuza, we needed to check out what they were up until you came along. However, we could use someone like you, and if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't be here right now. The deal stands. You come with us.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. I come with you. What am I, a Guardian now?
Nightmare
That will be discussed later. As for now, get some rest. We'll be heading to HQ some time soon.
Andre Holmes
Just let me be in time for Overload this Sunday. I have to face Alex.
Nightmare
Very well.
She got up, and left Andre alone to join Preecha in the cockpit. Andre looked away, and eventually passed into sleep as he so rightfully deserved. However, one thought came across his mind.
"Go down this road, you will fall to the shadows with all I hold dear."
Nothing. Let's go.
They both got on the tank, and the ramp went back up to conceal it. Preecha started driving the tank through the destroyed equipment, and over the bodies through the main entrance, and exit. Using his GPS to quickly get out through the destroyed entrance, and exit of the entire underground base back on the surface. While moving through the woods, it was clear that Andre would need some help even though he denied it. He sat down on the seats at the side in the center of the tank interior, and he had his back leaned against the padded steel structure. Nightmare sat in front of him on the other bench, and sighed.
Nightmare
How did you know where the Yakuza was?
Andre Holmes
I just knew. You said you both were apart of the Guardians?
Nightmare
Yes. After what Corey Black told us about the Yakuza, we needed to check out what they were up until you came along. However, we could use someone like you, and if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't be here right now. The deal stands. You come with us.
Andre Holmes
Yeah. I come with you. What am I, a Guardian now?
Nightmare
That will be discussed later. As for now, get some rest. We'll be heading to HQ some time soon.
Andre Holmes
Just let me be in time for Overload this Sunday. I have to face Alex.
Nightmare
Very well.
She got up, and left Andre alone to join Preecha in the cockpit. Andre looked away, and eventually passed into sleep as he so rightfully deserved. However, one thought came across his mind.
"Go down this road, you will fall to the shadows with all I hold dear."
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THE VERGE
Series conceived by Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode Three/Interlude: Disrespected
Episode written by: Andre Holmes
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
THE VERGE
Series conceived by Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode Three/Interlude: Disrespected
Episode written by: Andre Holmes
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
