Post by Andre Holmes on Sept 8, 2018 5:33:28 GMT
"Agh, so much to accomplish in such short time. Whenever there's an opportunity, I'll do whatever it takes to get it done. This tournament was accepted by the best and honestly, it's going to end with one man who will have the honor of being the inaugural winner. Despite all the shit I've been through so far, I choose to be a bigger man in spirit and in the ring. That's why I'll be the honorable winner but also destroying anyone who gets in my way. Through my nature of being relentless, I will come out victorious. Sorry everyone else."
BAYSIDE.
After another successful win in Southside Wrestling, it was two days before the tournament hosted by his friend and team mate, Mark Storm. The tournament that would showcase the best talent from all around the world despite whatever promotion they represented. No, this tournament was independent and the talent raised the prestige of how great this tournament could be. Andre, on the other hand, he saw this as yet another opportunity to showcase why he has always claimed to be at the top of the mountain knocking anyone off who has the gall to get into the way of a pissed off relentless warrior.
Friday morning couldn't get any more sunny especially when one was spending time in the land of the sunrise state. Andre was jogging down on the beach, his feet burying into the warm crystalized sand for a hot second as his pace was steady and cautious. Around eleven, the beaches were almost getting crowded but for this moment, he was taking it all in. Andre used to be situated in Miami during his time in Gulf Coast Wrestling or when he was staying for the Southside Wrestling events, now there's another event on his mind that has him in the full focus of being that killer instinct athlete again. The Surgical Summer Tournament and his opponents weren't anyone to judge lightly.
Each breath was heavy, muscular Caucasian arms swinging back and forth, his large and bold legs moving quicker and quicker as the jogging transitioned into the last leg sprint of the distance. He came to a sliding halt leaving a split trail of sand behind him then fell on his knees with his hands resting on his thighs. Andre rubbed the sweat off his forehead and closed his eyes feeling the breeze brush across his cheeks. He reopened his hazel eyes smiling at the beautiful view until his moment of peace was rudely interrupted by his phone going off in the right pocket of his black Reebok shorts. After removing it, he saw his wife's name on the phone screen and answered it by pressing his right thumb against the screen.
"Good morning."
He pressed the phone down against his right ear then stood up before taking a walk all the way back to the pier. The waves gently fought against his feet digging more into the sand with each step.
"Hey, good morning babe. What's this I hear about you doing a tournament in Miami?"
She didn't waste any time getting right to it. Andre wasn't surprised about that quick notion of his participation in the tournament but judging from the tone she poke in, he sensed a heavy level of anxiety from his wife which was expected.
"Nothing. It's just an opportunity to prove why I'm the best and I have to prove it by taking on any and all challenges. That's what I do, I see a challenge and I go and win it. Don't worry about me babe, I'll be fine. My friend Mark is hosting it and it's in Miami so I'm good out here. What's up?"
"Worried about what you're doing. You've had some interesting stuff Andre. The Dogs of War, your little scuffles in Southside and now this tournament out of nowhere? You didn't even tell me about it and some of the other wrestlers I've heard are really dangerous!"
Andre sighed. He ignored the commotion around him and kept walking ahead.
"What are you trying to say?"
"You're pushing yourself too much Andre. I know you want to prove yourself but everyone has a limit. You need to consider that you have a time limit on your body and you can't do this forever. You're not invincible."
The moment she spoke those words, he stopped in his tracks. Andre looked around him as if he saw a ghost in the shell. The winds weren't blowing out of control or the noise from the rest of the crowd weren't ear deafening. No, he heard what she said all too clearly and felt nothing but offense. Holmes blinked his eyes rapidly and his tone created a sudden shift in volume to assert his stance.
"Are you kidding me? Really? Can I tell you something?"
"What?"
"Do you think everyone else cares about their body given how much shit they went through in their careers to be here? I have people like Cosmo who put his body in MMA, people such as my opponent like Dom who has probably been through some crazy deathmatches during his time in CWC and RSR and not to mention, the 4CW Champion, Anastasia Hayden is also in this tournament. Honey, I am literally facing people who want to kill each other to win in this tournament so do you honestly believe I would be different to conserve my body rather than go all out and prove a point?!"
"I didn't mean to-"
He cut her off and marched to the steps of the pier.
"I appreciate you being worried about me but I joined this tournament for a clear reason. I want to win and I'll do anything to get it. I get the chance to face people I've never faced before and prove to the others that I ain't no joke and ain't no bitch. That's how important this fight means to me so just let me handle this. I got myself into this mess and I'll clean it up my way."
After climbing up the small set of wooden steps, he walked along the pier all the way down to the end. Andre leaned forward against the wooden barrier separating him from falling into the deeper parts of the water. Right elbow pressed against the barrier, his hazel eyes kept staring ahead towards the horizon while his wife was rambling about the potential danger. He managed to tune her out focusing on defeating Dom Dibona and repaying him from the loss he gave him in the CWC Breakout tournament a year ago.
"...Are you listening to me?!"
The sudden outburst snapped Andre back into reality and he nodded his head furiously.
"Yes, I heard you. Listen, I'll call you back later. Love you!"
"Andr-"
Click!
He knew later he would feel the wrath of a woman's scorned and Kaitlyn's wrath was possibly more dangerous than a thousand miles in the city of Dis. Andre buried his phone deep in his right pocket then leaned forward with both his arms pressed down on the barricade for support. He could never understood why she cared about him but that's what happens when a man is lucky enough to have a caring wife. Unfortunately for everyone else in the tournament, that love was not mutual. The names listed for that one night would all suffer his wrath because unlike them, Andre saw something different.
He saw the chance to elevate his name more than it already has and send a message to each and every person in the tournament. A message that would haunt them down in their careers and enforce doubt in their morale. He didn't fear anyone especially some deranged individual who could be a carbon copy of Viduus Morta. No, Andre enjoyed this tournament for the sheer sake of facing the best and beating the absolute best.
"This is going to be one hell of a fun time."
The final words he spoke before spinning around on his feet then preparing for another run on the beach. This motivation was inspired by the amazing roles each of his opponents in the tournament played- no. They all only had one role, lose. Lose their chance and watch Andre hold the trophy at the end having the bragging rights to say he beat the absolute best without ease or shortcuts. Hard work, determination and the will of a warrior to battle through each wave until he was the last man standing. If it meant going through friends such as Joe Stanton or tearing through former enemies such as Heathen Jones and Gavin Grimes, the point was to be made.
There is nothing more dangerous than a man who is relentless.
And that man was Andre Holmes who had nine years of experience but nine years of being hungry. Everyone else was good but this one was relentless. He came into this tournament with every intention to be a bloodthirsty animal seeking the nearest prey. Unfortunately for Dom, the predator had already won.
WYNWOOD.
Miami after night was either filled with drunk muscle bounded idiots, women who loved enjoying being in the spotlight or the drug dealers lurking in the corner for their next sales pitch. However, Holmes was in the middle of the museum looking at the beautiful artwork on the walls. Wynwood Walls were the tourist attraction yet when it came to the environment, the skies completely won by a landslide. Dressed in a tight black buttoned shirt, denim jeans and black converses, he tilted his head up and Andre's hazel eyes studied the stars above. Alone in such beautiful paradise but on Sunday, he would be surrounded in a terrible wasteland.
"Yeah. What are you thinking Andre? A tournament you're never going to survive in but you're seen as the fan favorite. I didn't want to be fan favorite because that doesn't help me in the ring. Come to think of it, I got better odds than Heathen Jones and Nemesis combined but do I focus on odds? No. I focus on the day to come and prepare everything in advance to handle any situation or anomaly that could happen within a heart beat of a second. You see to everyone in this tournament, you're probably thinking that I am not worthy to be in the spot or you should be the winner just because you have the balls to say cute long sentences to a camera and convince the world how great you really aren't.
A prime example could be Nemesis. He was supposedly next in line to take over 4CW but we all knew how much he sucked from the get go. That's just one of many flaws the rest share in comparison with each other. All talk and yet when it came to some of their biggest moments, they either froze or chose a shortcut. There's only a few individuals I respect in this fight like Cosmo, Joe, Ana, Gavin and even Dom to an extent but that respect won't be a cushion when my foot goes down their throat and watch them choke their blood on my shoe laces. Oh no, this is a brand new year and a brand new time. We're seeing something magical happen around us ladies and gentlemen, something brew deep inside all of us.
That is the definition of evolution. When a certain individual has found the tools to accelerate everything he has to become the leading generation, he takes the shot. I'm taking my shot through this tournament to simplify the fact that all of you who have mocked me whether to my face or behind my back are going to take a long process in looking in the mirror and wondering how the hell you all let this happen. How did you all let little old Andre Holmes win the tournament and dominate you all without the excuse of using Mark Storm rigged it for me to win?! If you honestly believe that, I truly think you must be suffering from a terrible, terrible brain disease which would actually provide you all an excuse of how incredibly retarded you all are!
With that said, I don't want to be that guy to say I told you so but after this is over, I'll scream it into the microphone and throw piss on your graves when your careers are buried underneath my feet. The fact this tournament couldn't have come any time sooner, this was the perfect window of opportunity to create a message. A powerful message of a point I've been waiting to make for a while as a singles competitor."
He broke away from the empty space of the waiting area and walked across the lone path leading to an outer square of more graffiti based paintings. Andre sat down on a wooden bench in the middle of this square looking around for a moment before interlocking his hands together as he leaned forward in a more slouching posture. His hazel eyes looking ahead with intentions to get his point across to all of his opponents in the tournament.
"Storm's Surgical Summer Tournament. The name surgical meaning what? Is he letting us fight for his own agenda? No. I know Storm, surgical implying one of us would have to cut deeper than the other to see who is willing to let blood spill and my blood has been boiling. So when I look at the rest of you in this tournament, I see nothing but over hyped or insanely egotistical individuals who think they have done it all and for some of you, that claim could be said but this time? No. We're all on equal ground and you all jumped at this opportunity to have your name be written on the list of relevancy so that when you show up and get your check, you'll lack the effort to go all in. That's the mindset each and everyone of you have. To think you're bigger than this but I got news for you...
You're nothing more than a pawn in my game and a smoke on the wheel for there is a stronger force at work here ladies and gentlemen. You can call it fate but I call it a reckoning. A rude awakening on the door step for Andre Holmes to finally showcase that he's ready to ascend and surpass you. The world champions whether of 4CW or HKW or CWC,the followers after their more successful counterparts of a tag team partner or those that were stupid enough to be involved with factions that had an IQ lower than a hundred combined. Isn't this ironic how life plays out but it's all good. Because in the end, it's all purposed for me to prove the point I've been making and saying for nearly a decade of my career."
He slowly stood up from his bench and walked over to stand in front of a wall with his hands buried deep in his pockets.
"I'm going to win. Simply put. I'm going to be in Miami on Sunday and beat the shit out of everyone who thought they were better than me. Who thought they saw my name and gave a little chuckle under their breath because they never took me seriously. And I know who did it because I've witnessed it first hand whether in person, on social media or through the show footage when they were in another room gossiping about me. The thing is about this tournament was to simplify who could be the best for one night but the complexity is really who could lay out the foundation that they wouldn't ever let these fucks go off into their business without doubt lingering in the back of their minds. That's how surgical this tournament would be.
And I would be the lethal agent to carry out that assumption that Andre Holmes truly could be better than me. Wouldn't that hurt the egos and the fucking bragging personalities of everyone else in this tournament? It would and what would happen then? The cracks in their minds get bigger and bigger to the point they shatter into little pieces. They continue to wonder how the hell did they let Andre Holmes outshine them on the biggest possible night of a tournament in their lives? Better yet, a tournament they just shrugged off. They'll have nothing and no one to blame for themselves as that memory would be a permanent stain in their brain and I'd be home laughing until I'm drowning in tears!"
He turned around and looked to the camera finally acknowledging it. That posture in his stance represented the confidence and sheer determination for Sunday night. Andre's hazel eyes narrowed forming stronger tension in the atmosphere.
"Sunday is my day and I don't care what anyone else thinks about it. They all had their time to shine, they all had their chance to do what they do. My chance is here and I'm not wasting any time firing off the shot. I did it before and I'll do it again at the expense of every inconsiderate fuck begging to just call it off. For sure, this tournament is probably less than them but when it's all over, the regret would be all bitter sweet for their spirits.
Me on the other hand? I'll be home with the trophy but most importantly, with power. Power to let you all reconcile your decision and prepare for next year as you seek revenge to score the win I stole from all of you. And you know what? It'll be the funniest thing I ever did in my life! So I wish you all good luck and happy trails for your careers. Let me know when you can wash away the stain I put but until then, all of you can go fuck yourself. I'm walking out the champion and you're damn sure gonna know it motherfuckers!"
