Post by Holden Ross on Dec 12, 2021 11:54:02 GMT -5
The smell of vomit floods his nose before he ever opens his eyes. He can feel the weight, and body heat, of someone laying next to him in the bed that he is in and when he opens his right eyelid and looks next to him he sees blonde hair and the back of a woman’s head. He sits up carefully, so as not to awaken the slumbering beauty, and looks around the room. He is definitely not in his room as the walls are painted a soft pink and pictures adorn the wall of a girl and a dog, several pictures with a group of four or five girls all with one blonde and common.
He carefully sits up, turns to his left, and puts his feet on the floor barely missing the pile of vomit. In a scene right out of the movie “Big Daddy,” newspaper covers half the vomit. He gags slightly and spots his boxers on the floor near his left foot. He quietly stands and quickly dresses himself, all but his shoes, which he carries in his left hand. He slips out the door and makes his way down the short hallway, through the tidy living room, and exits out the front door into a cold hallway.
The Halls are painted a light mint green and the banisters and railings of the stairs are painted a dark chestnut brown. And it is down four flights of these stairs that Holden descends at a breakneck pace. On the ground floor he laces and ties his all black Converse All-Stars and exits out onto the sidewalk where he begins to try to hail a cab. He occasionally looks over his shoulder and up at the blank face of the building at all the closed windows hoping he doesn’t see her waving frantically or calling his name. A door hangover headache throbs behind his eyes, his stomach is queasy, and most of the night before is a blur.
He is now a “Burrow Doorman” at the Velvet Rabbit here in New York and this girl was one of the patrons. He doesn’t remember her name, where all they went and what all they did, but judging by the size of his hangover it was a great night. The bouncer job is just a part-time gig to make some extra money on his days off from wrestling. Having worked in the industry before as a doorman as well, as a club owner, this job is cake and pie for him. And working in the “Burrows” simply means he makes sure men don’t get handsy during a private dance.
It takes about five minutes and in that time he walks a few blocks but he eventually lands a cab. He gets taken back to the hotel where he was staying and heads back to his room to shower, change is closed, and pack his bag for his flight to South Carolina. He has no idea what to expect in his upcoming match and when he asked his father, Frank, about the match Frank had no clue either.
He takes a quick cab ride back to his hotel and packs his bags to fly out, later in the day, for South Carolina. He catches a cab from his hotel to the airport and, in the meantime, he calls in to a radio show from the terminal his flight is departing from. The assistant of the shows host puts Holden on hold briefly before generic rock music plays followed by the host introducing his guest.
”And now we have Holden Ross on the line! He used to wrestle here in South Carolina for Pure Class Wrestling. But, since it folded up shop, he is now lurking amongst the ranks of Action Wrestling. Just last week he beat Tatiana Jolee, who is roughly the size of a large child, and this week he is in an eight man cluster card ‘Hellscape.’ Holden, glad to have you on the show, how the Hell are ya and, more importantly, what can you tell us about your upcoming match?”
”I’m not too shabby, Jeremy, not too shabby. What can I tell you about the match? Not much. I know about as much as you do. I do know that some of the companies more prominent names are featured in it. Max and Addy…I’m swimming with the sharks.”
Jeremy, the host, chuckles.
Ya know, Holden, I used to play minor league ball here in Columbia, but you’re playing in the majors and this is your third start. Do you think you can be a permanent All-Star on the Action Wrestling roster?”
”I don’t think that’s even a question that needs to be asked. I steamrolled my last two opponents but this week is a whole different animal. I don’t even know what to expect other than the fight of my life for a million bucks. That’s a life changing amount of money!” In the background, an announcement about a delayed flight can be heard. ”Do you know what a million dollars can make happen? I’m going to be fighting tooth-and-nail to get that cash.”
”One last question, Holden, if you win it will launch your career skywards in A.W. Are you ready for that pressure?”
Holden chuckles. ”I am more than ready, Jeremy. I’m here to make a name for myself like my father did twenty years ago. Winning this will put my name on everybody’s lips.”
The host continues on with his schtick, mentions A.W. again and thanks Holden before the assistant is back on the line thanking him for his time. That’s all he has right now, time. Three hours until his flight. Hopefully this book he has with him is decent….
He carefully sits up, turns to his left, and puts his feet on the floor barely missing the pile of vomit. In a scene right out of the movie “Big Daddy,” newspaper covers half the vomit. He gags slightly and spots his boxers on the floor near his left foot. He quietly stands and quickly dresses himself, all but his shoes, which he carries in his left hand. He slips out the door and makes his way down the short hallway, through the tidy living room, and exits out the front door into a cold hallway.
The Halls are painted a light mint green and the banisters and railings of the stairs are painted a dark chestnut brown. And it is down four flights of these stairs that Holden descends at a breakneck pace. On the ground floor he laces and ties his all black Converse All-Stars and exits out onto the sidewalk where he begins to try to hail a cab. He occasionally looks over his shoulder and up at the blank face of the building at all the closed windows hoping he doesn’t see her waving frantically or calling his name. A door hangover headache throbs behind his eyes, his stomach is queasy, and most of the night before is a blur.
He is now a “Burrow Doorman” at the Velvet Rabbit here in New York and this girl was one of the patrons. He doesn’t remember her name, where all they went and what all they did, but judging by the size of his hangover it was a great night. The bouncer job is just a part-time gig to make some extra money on his days off from wrestling. Having worked in the industry before as a doorman as well, as a club owner, this job is cake and pie for him. And working in the “Burrows” simply means he makes sure men don’t get handsy during a private dance.
It takes about five minutes and in that time he walks a few blocks but he eventually lands a cab. He gets taken back to the hotel where he was staying and heads back to his room to shower, change is closed, and pack his bag for his flight to South Carolina. He has no idea what to expect in his upcoming match and when he asked his father, Frank, about the match Frank had no clue either.
He takes a quick cab ride back to his hotel and packs his bags to fly out, later in the day, for South Carolina. He catches a cab from his hotel to the airport and, in the meantime, he calls in to a radio show from the terminal his flight is departing from. The assistant of the shows host puts Holden on hold briefly before generic rock music plays followed by the host introducing his guest.
”And now we have Holden Ross on the line! He used to wrestle here in South Carolina for Pure Class Wrestling. But, since it folded up shop, he is now lurking amongst the ranks of Action Wrestling. Just last week he beat Tatiana Jolee, who is roughly the size of a large child, and this week he is in an eight man cluster card ‘Hellscape.’ Holden, glad to have you on the show, how the Hell are ya and, more importantly, what can you tell us about your upcoming match?”
”I’m not too shabby, Jeremy, not too shabby. What can I tell you about the match? Not much. I know about as much as you do. I do know that some of the companies more prominent names are featured in it. Max and Addy…I’m swimming with the sharks.”
Jeremy, the host, chuckles.
Ya know, Holden, I used to play minor league ball here in Columbia, but you’re playing in the majors and this is your third start. Do you think you can be a permanent All-Star on the Action Wrestling roster?”
”I don’t think that’s even a question that needs to be asked. I steamrolled my last two opponents but this week is a whole different animal. I don’t even know what to expect other than the fight of my life for a million bucks. That’s a life changing amount of money!” In the background, an announcement about a delayed flight can be heard. ”Do you know what a million dollars can make happen? I’m going to be fighting tooth-and-nail to get that cash.”
”One last question, Holden, if you win it will launch your career skywards in A.W. Are you ready for that pressure?”
Holden chuckles. ”I am more than ready, Jeremy. I’m here to make a name for myself like my father did twenty years ago. Winning this will put my name on everybody’s lips.”
The host continues on with his schtick, mentions A.W. again and thanks Holden before the assistant is back on the line thanking him for his time. That’s all he has right now, time. Three hours until his flight. Hopefully this book he has with him is decent….