Post by papapancho on Jun 10, 2013 10:47:50 GMT -4
***Apologies to Sang Real, Envi, and the rest of the Meltdown staff. Had i been a smarter man I would have asked for this week off after spending an actual weekend in Vegas. I want to thank everyone for their investment and planning for this angle and match.***
“Let me go! Get your hands off me! THEY’RE MINE! THEY’RE MINE!”
Security has brought Yanzel Holmes backstage kicking and screaming. His match recently ended he can hear the roar of the crowd approving his rampage but his thoughts aren’t about pleasing the crowd or how the match has been ended giving Gabriel Krown the win. The only thing on his mind is taking out the man who were going after his kids.
“Calm down! Yanzel! Calm down!”
It was taking six security men to hold back Yanzel as he continued to fight their hold over him. They quickly moved him away from the gorilla position not wanting to cause a backstage fight when Sang Réal would come through that same rampway. They tossed him into a holding room as they slammed the door behind them and he pounded away furiously. The wild eyed Yanzel is still furious having completely snapped into an instinct of primal rage he never really knew he had. Being locked into the room his breathing begins to slow as he comes to the realization at what his hands had done. He looks down at them in wonder as he relives the chair shot heard round the world. He balls up his fists as he imagines punching Connor Murphy three times as skin met bone. He swings hard against the drywall and puts a whole in it. His hand bleeds a little and he clutches at it in pain but the anger swells in him. Finally the door opens and Nana Holmes walks in alone. The anger in his heart has no release and it rises up in him as he begins to shed tears of rage.
“There … hey … hey … calm down. Come here.” The calm voice of Nana Holmes helps diffuse some of the anger as Yanzel wraps his arms around his Nana. Yanzel tries to talk but his tears and emotions leave him voiceless. “I know. I know. You’re angry at the world and you’re angry at those two men. But look at yourself. Look what they’ve made you become. Is this the lasting impression you want to leave those boys. Now there eyes might have gone wide after hearing that man talk that way … but they’re eyes went wider seeing their father hit a man with a chair in the face. I know your Grandfather has tried to push you into accepting this but I won’t have it. The Yanzel I know and love is a strong competitor but that … swinging chairs and bewildered with rage is not the boy I helped raise. I raised you better than that!! You need to make a choice. Is the man you want to be defined by the result you want or by the merit of your actions. You need to make that choice Yanzel and you need to make that choice not for me or for yourself. You make it for those two scared children out in the hallway.”
Her words cut through him like knife through better. His eyes and fists lose their tightness and focus. Yanzel Holmes gains some composure of himself and returns to the man who he has always been. Nana rubs his face and opens the door to the sounds of ‘Daddy!’ echoing in the room.
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*****The following was posted on YanzelHolmes.com****
Fear.Fight or Flight. It’s natures trigger mechanism. One reaction or the other we all have it. Presented with a situation out of fear we will react by fighting or by flying. It’s the natural order of things. What happened on Monday Night Meltdown was not fighting or flying. It was the primal rage only a mother bear could tap into. You get between a mother and her cubs and you better be armed to the teeth. Gabriel Krown and Connor Murphy you have pushed me beyond fight or flight.
You’ve pushed me into that primal rage that only a parent can tap into. You idiots. As egotistical as you two are and as much as it pains me to admit any kind of compliment towards yourself you honestly had the match won. Your checkmate had me. My back was killing me and flaring in pain. You had stuck the knife into me. You were going to kill the career of Yanzel Holmes. But like always you weren’t satisfied. Plunging the knife into my belly wasn’t enough. You just had to give it that extra twist. So you approached my children … and I snapped.
Fear. I’ve been wrestling with it since I’ve come to APW. Fear for my own health. You’ve always been right when you’re talking about wrestling Connor. It’s hard work that takes it toll on you. And you’re right Connor me not growing up wanting to do this makes it THAT much harder to keep doing it week after week after week. I wake up everyday and my body screams at me no more. So I wrestle with just enough fear that I pay attention to the kind of damage my body can take.
My grandfather blames this fear as the reason why I lose so often. He believes that out of that fear I hold back. It’s why a trained boxer like myself doesn’t knock out Robina Hood with one punch. He believes that fear has consumed me so much that out of that fear of being hurt … I am going to get hurt. You and your tag team partner Connor were going to prove him right. Two weeks ago you cracked me over the head with a steel chair.
But this week I’m going to prove my grandfather wrong. Going into this match this week I won’t pretend that I still will be wrestling scared. Except this time the fear I feel isn’t what’s going to happen to my body; it’s what’s going to happen to yours. Now I don’t care about what happens to my arms, my legs, my back as long as I send a clear and loud message through your body. You fuck with Yanzel Holmes family and THIS is what happens to you.
I want to make it absofuckinglutely clear that it doesn’t matter if you’re Level One, Evan Envi, or Terry “Damn You” Marvin you so much as look at my kids in a manner I disapprove and I will end you. So I don’t care when that roulette wheel spins what it lands on. My fear of what I’m capable applies to it all. I’m afraid of what my hands will to do you if they get to hold a weapon. I’m afraid that I might not want to break my Kimura lock when you tap on my shoulder in a submissions match. I’m afraid that one table might not be enough of a message in a tables match.
But more importantly I’m not afraid of you two anymore. This is the one to end it all. All this time you’ve poked the bear with the stick and had your fun and games. You’ve laughed and felt real proud of yourselves and you kept pocking with that stick … you pushed your luck and kept pocking with that stick … now the bear’s turned around, snapped your stick, and looking to snap your arm.
You deserve everything you get. The message will be loud and clear. You fuck with my family. I’m going to break your arm!
“Let me go! Get your hands off me! THEY’RE MINE! THEY’RE MINE!”
Security has brought Yanzel Holmes backstage kicking and screaming. His match recently ended he can hear the roar of the crowd approving his rampage but his thoughts aren’t about pleasing the crowd or how the match has been ended giving Gabriel Krown the win. The only thing on his mind is taking out the man who were going after his kids.
“Calm down! Yanzel! Calm down!”
It was taking six security men to hold back Yanzel as he continued to fight their hold over him. They quickly moved him away from the gorilla position not wanting to cause a backstage fight when Sang Réal would come through that same rampway. They tossed him into a holding room as they slammed the door behind them and he pounded away furiously. The wild eyed Yanzel is still furious having completely snapped into an instinct of primal rage he never really knew he had. Being locked into the room his breathing begins to slow as he comes to the realization at what his hands had done. He looks down at them in wonder as he relives the chair shot heard round the world. He balls up his fists as he imagines punching Connor Murphy three times as skin met bone. He swings hard against the drywall and puts a whole in it. His hand bleeds a little and he clutches at it in pain but the anger swells in him. Finally the door opens and Nana Holmes walks in alone. The anger in his heart has no release and it rises up in him as he begins to shed tears of rage.
“There … hey … hey … calm down. Come here.” The calm voice of Nana Holmes helps diffuse some of the anger as Yanzel wraps his arms around his Nana. Yanzel tries to talk but his tears and emotions leave him voiceless. “I know. I know. You’re angry at the world and you’re angry at those two men. But look at yourself. Look what they’ve made you become. Is this the lasting impression you want to leave those boys. Now there eyes might have gone wide after hearing that man talk that way … but they’re eyes went wider seeing their father hit a man with a chair in the face. I know your Grandfather has tried to push you into accepting this but I won’t have it. The Yanzel I know and love is a strong competitor but that … swinging chairs and bewildered with rage is not the boy I helped raise. I raised you better than that!! You need to make a choice. Is the man you want to be defined by the result you want or by the merit of your actions. You need to make that choice Yanzel and you need to make that choice not for me or for yourself. You make it for those two scared children out in the hallway.”
Her words cut through him like knife through better. His eyes and fists lose their tightness and focus. Yanzel Holmes gains some composure of himself and returns to the man who he has always been. Nana rubs his face and opens the door to the sounds of ‘Daddy!’ echoing in the room.
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*****The following was posted on YanzelHolmes.com****
Fear.Fight or Flight. It’s natures trigger mechanism. One reaction or the other we all have it. Presented with a situation out of fear we will react by fighting or by flying. It’s the natural order of things. What happened on Monday Night Meltdown was not fighting or flying. It was the primal rage only a mother bear could tap into. You get between a mother and her cubs and you better be armed to the teeth. Gabriel Krown and Connor Murphy you have pushed me beyond fight or flight.
You’ve pushed me into that primal rage that only a parent can tap into. You idiots. As egotistical as you two are and as much as it pains me to admit any kind of compliment towards yourself you honestly had the match won. Your checkmate had me. My back was killing me and flaring in pain. You had stuck the knife into me. You were going to kill the career of Yanzel Holmes. But like always you weren’t satisfied. Plunging the knife into my belly wasn’t enough. You just had to give it that extra twist. So you approached my children … and I snapped.
Fear. I’ve been wrestling with it since I’ve come to APW. Fear for my own health. You’ve always been right when you’re talking about wrestling Connor. It’s hard work that takes it toll on you. And you’re right Connor me not growing up wanting to do this makes it THAT much harder to keep doing it week after week after week. I wake up everyday and my body screams at me no more. So I wrestle with just enough fear that I pay attention to the kind of damage my body can take.
My grandfather blames this fear as the reason why I lose so often. He believes that out of that fear I hold back. It’s why a trained boxer like myself doesn’t knock out Robina Hood with one punch. He believes that fear has consumed me so much that out of that fear of being hurt … I am going to get hurt. You and your tag team partner Connor were going to prove him right. Two weeks ago you cracked me over the head with a steel chair.
But this week I’m going to prove my grandfather wrong. Going into this match this week I won’t pretend that I still will be wrestling scared. Except this time the fear I feel isn’t what’s going to happen to my body; it’s what’s going to happen to yours. Now I don’t care about what happens to my arms, my legs, my back as long as I send a clear and loud message through your body. You fuck with Yanzel Holmes family and THIS is what happens to you.
I want to make it absofuckinglutely clear that it doesn’t matter if you’re Level One, Evan Envi, or Terry “Damn You” Marvin you so much as look at my kids in a manner I disapprove and I will end you. So I don’t care when that roulette wheel spins what it lands on. My fear of what I’m capable applies to it all. I’m afraid of what my hands will to do you if they get to hold a weapon. I’m afraid that I might not want to break my Kimura lock when you tap on my shoulder in a submissions match. I’m afraid that one table might not be enough of a message in a tables match.
But more importantly I’m not afraid of you two anymore. This is the one to end it all. All this time you’ve poked the bear with the stick and had your fun and games. You’ve laughed and felt real proud of yourselves and you kept pocking with that stick … you pushed your luck and kept pocking with that stick … now the bear’s turned around, snapped your stick, and looking to snap your arm.
You deserve everything you get. The message will be loud and clear. You fuck with my family. I’m going to break your arm!
