Post by Holden Ross on Nov 20, 2021 1:10:39 GMT -5
Cameras open on Holden and Jade sitting at a table in Ruth’s Chris in Columbia, South Carolina. Holden is in a black hoodie with “Tattooed Low Life” emblazoned across the chest while Jade looks like a million bucks. They are alone in what appears to be the banquet room and, by the looks of the waitress removing a few plates, their meal is over. Jade takes a sip of water before flashing a smile at the camera. As she begins her opening, Holden downs a glass of wine.
“Most of you at home know who I am but I’m willing to bet a majority of you don’t know who I am sitting across from. He is the newest addition to the A.W. roster and a second generation wrestler. His name is Holden Ross. Holden, thank you for inviting me to a wonderful meal.”
“My pleasure,” Holden flashes a smile and nods.
“This week on Monday Night Clash, you and Kancer will be opening the show and your opponent has already cut a promotion for your match. Have you had a chance to watch it and, if so, what are your thoughts?”
“I watched most of it.” The waiter brings a fresh glass of wine which Holden swallows in one swig. “He reminds me of the losers in high school who sat in the corner of the cafeteria at lunch and played Dungeons and Dragons. Facepaint and black attire….five bucks says he has “Black Number One” by Type O on repeat.”
“So, you predict a victory this week?” Jade asks, watching Holden down a second glass of wine.
“I have no doubt that he is going to give it everything he has but even that won’t be enough. When the night is over I will be celebrating my victory with a couple ladies while the Emo King will be crying alone, listineng to the Cure, or maybe Stabbing Westward.”
Jade looks confused. “I know who the Cure is but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of….who did you say? Stabbing who?”
“Westward. They were a splash in the pan and are now irrelevant; much like Kancer’s career after I throw this beating at him.” Holden’s smug grin catches Jade’s eye, which rolls along with the other one. If she rolled her eyes any harder she would have hurt herself. “In the last company I worked for I was the equivalent to the Hardcore Champion. I beat the Hell out of guys just up the road from here in Greenville for Pure Class Wrestling. Kancer is another body on my list and is the first time Action Wrestling fans, for the most part, get to see me. I’m going to make a good, and violent, first impression. In fact, Kancer, you should make sure the hospital has enough blood on hand to replace what you are going to inevitably lose.”
“Sounds like you’re more than ready for this match.” Jade watches in amazement as Holden downs a third glass of wine.
“This isn’t going to be a match or a fight, Jade. It’s going to be a massacre. The last time something was this uneven, Santa Ana took control of the Alamo. David never beat Goliath and that will remain true after this week as well.” Holden asks for another glass of wine but is denied, leaving him slack jawed and shocked. “Did you see that? He said ‘No’…. What the Hell?”
“I think you’re good, Holden. Can I ask you one more question?” Jade flashes her smile and, combined with her question, brings Holden back on track.
“What’s your question?” he asks.
“Many men and women have come and gone from the halls of Action Wrestling over the years. What I am wondering is what makes you different? Why did the fans in the last company you worked for like, or boo, you?” she wraps the question up with another smile.
“I was disliked by most of the fans, which was my job, but I did have a handful who cheered me because they loved hard hitting, bloody, brutal matches. I was nicknamed the “Human Wrecking Ball” and I lived up to that moniker.” he is lost in memory for a moment before snapping back to the present. “They came to watch because I don’t do the cheerleader, flippy-floppy, gymnastic spot-monkey routines. I don’t do seven-ninety backsplashes or forty superkicks. I beat you like you stole something and don’t stop until you’re dead or the bell rings….. hopefully the former…”
Jade’s jaw drops in mock shock and concern before she wraps the interview up. “Well, Holden, I know I am looking forward to seeing what happens between you and to open Clash! Tune in Monday to find out who is the victor; will it be Kancer or the man sitting to my right, Holden Ross?”
“I’d bet on the guy who doesn’t have a mascara budget…” Holden slips in one last dig as the camera fades to black.
“Thanks for dinner, Holden, and thanks for the interview.” She shakes Holden’s hand.
“We could always…” he starts but she cuts him off. “No thanks….” And she dips out and an assistant takes her place, complimenting Holden and trying to distract him as he watches Jade leave.
“Most of you at home know who I am but I’m willing to bet a majority of you don’t know who I am sitting across from. He is the newest addition to the A.W. roster and a second generation wrestler. His name is Holden Ross. Holden, thank you for inviting me to a wonderful meal.”
“My pleasure,” Holden flashes a smile and nods.
“This week on Monday Night Clash, you and Kancer will be opening the show and your opponent has already cut a promotion for your match. Have you had a chance to watch it and, if so, what are your thoughts?”
“I watched most of it.” The waiter brings a fresh glass of wine which Holden swallows in one swig. “He reminds me of the losers in high school who sat in the corner of the cafeteria at lunch and played Dungeons and Dragons. Facepaint and black attire….five bucks says he has “Black Number One” by Type O on repeat.”
“So, you predict a victory this week?” Jade asks, watching Holden down a second glass of wine.
“I have no doubt that he is going to give it everything he has but even that won’t be enough. When the night is over I will be celebrating my victory with a couple ladies while the Emo King will be crying alone, listineng to the Cure, or maybe Stabbing Westward.”
Jade looks confused. “I know who the Cure is but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of….who did you say? Stabbing who?”
“Westward. They were a splash in the pan and are now irrelevant; much like Kancer’s career after I throw this beating at him.” Holden’s smug grin catches Jade’s eye, which rolls along with the other one. If she rolled her eyes any harder she would have hurt herself. “In the last company I worked for I was the equivalent to the Hardcore Champion. I beat the Hell out of guys just up the road from here in Greenville for Pure Class Wrestling. Kancer is another body on my list and is the first time Action Wrestling fans, for the most part, get to see me. I’m going to make a good, and violent, first impression. In fact, Kancer, you should make sure the hospital has enough blood on hand to replace what you are going to inevitably lose.”
“Sounds like you’re more than ready for this match.” Jade watches in amazement as Holden downs a third glass of wine.
“This isn’t going to be a match or a fight, Jade. It’s going to be a massacre. The last time something was this uneven, Santa Ana took control of the Alamo. David never beat Goliath and that will remain true after this week as well.” Holden asks for another glass of wine but is denied, leaving him slack jawed and shocked. “Did you see that? He said ‘No’…. What the Hell?”
“I think you’re good, Holden. Can I ask you one more question?” Jade flashes her smile and, combined with her question, brings Holden back on track.
“What’s your question?” he asks.
“Many men and women have come and gone from the halls of Action Wrestling over the years. What I am wondering is what makes you different? Why did the fans in the last company you worked for like, or boo, you?” she wraps the question up with another smile.
“I was disliked by most of the fans, which was my job, but I did have a handful who cheered me because they loved hard hitting, bloody, brutal matches. I was nicknamed the “Human Wrecking Ball” and I lived up to that moniker.” he is lost in memory for a moment before snapping back to the present. “They came to watch because I don’t do the cheerleader, flippy-floppy, gymnastic spot-monkey routines. I don’t do seven-ninety backsplashes or forty superkicks. I beat you like you stole something and don’t stop until you’re dead or the bell rings….. hopefully the former…”
Jade’s jaw drops in mock shock and concern before she wraps the interview up. “Well, Holden, I know I am looking forward to seeing what happens between you and to open Clash! Tune in Monday to find out who is the victor; will it be Kancer or the man sitting to my right, Holden Ross?”
“I’d bet on the guy who doesn’t have a mascara budget…” Holden slips in one last dig as the camera fades to black.
“Thanks for dinner, Holden, and thanks for the interview.” She shakes Holden’s hand.
“We could always…” he starts but she cuts him off. “No thanks….” And she dips out and an assistant takes her place, complimenting Holden and trying to distract him as he watches Jade leave.