Post by Holden Ross on Dec 15, 2021 15:04:06 GMT -5
The petite brunette snored softly next to him. Looking around the room, Holden immediately realizes he isn’t in his hotel room. Through the alcohol fog bank cluttering up his mind he remembers leaving the Velvet Rabbit, when his shift was over, with the friend of one of the Does, the female dancers. The brunette stirs when he slips out of bed but remains sleeping. At least he isn’t dodging a pile of vomit this time.
He pulls on his jeans and finds his t-shirt draped on a plant in the corner of the room, a palm tree of sorts. Like before, he grabs his Converse Chucks, and slips out without waking the young lady and once he is outside, he slips the shoes on his feet. He ties them quickly and crosses the street to where a Bodega is open, and two older men sit on plastic milk crates on either side of the door.
“G’mornin, big fella, how’s your day goin?” he asks as Holden approaches them.
”Not too bad. How bout you?” he replies but doesn’t stop to hear the answer. He purchased a green Monster before leaving in search of a cab. As he steps out, onto the sidewalk, the old timer at the door finishes their quick conversation.
“Every day above ground is a good one.” He replies and Holden bumps knuckles with him. He orders an Uber and double checks his reservation confirmation from Rocco’s Steakhouse, where he will be having dinner with Tatiana Jolee. They have become quick friends since his arrival in Action Wrestling. Questions have been asked of the both of them, if their friendship is anything more than what it is; friends. The answer is simply “no,” but the gossipmongers need some dirt to peddle.
Uber is quick to respond and in no time he is in the back seat of an accord, weaving in-and-out of traffic, when his phone buzzes with a silent ring notification. The caller i.d. shows it’s his manager, Mike “Grimmy” Grimm. He was his father’s on screen manager as well as real life manager, lawyer, and agent. Now, he works for Holden.
”What’s up, Grimmy? “ he asks and there is a pause on the other end of the line. ”Grimmy?”
“It’s Frank, he ain’t doin too good…..” Grimmy’s voice expressed how serious things have gotten in Washington. ”He ain’t got much time.”
Holden stares at the back of the headrest in front of him….”aint got much time” echoing in his head.
”You hear me? I can’t see your head if you’re nodding…”
”I heard ya but what can I do?” he asks and nearly punches the headrest out of frustration.
”There’s nothing you can do. Call him. Talk to him. I just wanted you to be aware.”
”Thank you, Grimmy.”
The cab zigs from one lane to another, cutting off a Towncar and drawing a horn blast and finger from the driver. The Uber driver then zags back to the lane he was just in, dipping in front of a box truck and barely making the yellow. Some might say he ran a red light.
”While I got you on the line; I got a few sponsorship offers. You gotta minute?”
”Can we talk about it later? I’m heading back to my hotel, supposed to shoot a promo in the park across the street from it in a couple hours.”
”I’ll send ya an email. Born Scum and Monster definitely want to work with us.”
”Sounds good.”
He is dropped in front of his hotel room just a few blocks from the Velvet Rabbit where he oversees the private dance rooms when he isn’t wrestling for A.W. An hour later and he is in a small, grassy park across the street from the hotel. It has no play equipment but it does have a few benches, a picnic table and a horse shoe pit. The camera opens on grass and then, as the shot widens, it pans to the left and focuses on Jade, who is standing next to Holden. He wears a t-shirt with Born Scum’s “Skull coffin” logo on the front under his black letterman’s jacket with an “X” on the left breast panel.
Jade: ”Welcome, ladies and Gentlemen, I am here today in beautiful New York City with none other than Holden Ross! Thanks for speaking with me today. I know you’re a busy man, you have a meet-and-greet later today as well as training for your upcoming match against Mason Jones.”
” I’m going to get down to it, Jade, and just state the facts as I see them; I am bigger, better, and far meaner than Mason ever could dream of being. This week, I am going to throw Mason a beating the likes of which he has never had.”
”So far, you have been fairly successful here in Action Wrestling. According to Max, that may not have always been the case. Wou-“
Holden cuts her off.
”The past is the past. The present is now. And the future doesn’t look so bright for Mason Jones. I am undefeated here in A.W. I’ve never been pinned or submitted, here. And I know, I will inevitably be beaten, but not by Mason Jones. He is just a rung on the ladder I need to climb to be successful here.
I am a One Man Army, built for war, and Mason is just a casualty of that war. This week, Mason becomes an example of what is to come. I’m not as smooth in the ring as some of the vanilla midgets are on this roster, but I make up for it in power and brutality. I’ll make a reservation for you, Mason, at the emergency room. Make sure they have your favorite pudding in stock. “
”Those are some strong words for-“
Holden takes the mic from her, “That was a promise, Jade.”
He drops the mic and walks off camera, leaving Jade standing with her jaw open, looking like a trout.
He pulls on his jeans and finds his t-shirt draped on a plant in the corner of the room, a palm tree of sorts. Like before, he grabs his Converse Chucks, and slips out without waking the young lady and once he is outside, he slips the shoes on his feet. He ties them quickly and crosses the street to where a Bodega is open, and two older men sit on plastic milk crates on either side of the door.
“G’mornin, big fella, how’s your day goin?” he asks as Holden approaches them.
”Not too bad. How bout you?” he replies but doesn’t stop to hear the answer. He purchased a green Monster before leaving in search of a cab. As he steps out, onto the sidewalk, the old timer at the door finishes their quick conversation.
“Every day above ground is a good one.” He replies and Holden bumps knuckles with him. He orders an Uber and double checks his reservation confirmation from Rocco’s Steakhouse, where he will be having dinner with Tatiana Jolee. They have become quick friends since his arrival in Action Wrestling. Questions have been asked of the both of them, if their friendship is anything more than what it is; friends. The answer is simply “no,” but the gossipmongers need some dirt to peddle.
Uber is quick to respond and in no time he is in the back seat of an accord, weaving in-and-out of traffic, when his phone buzzes with a silent ring notification. The caller i.d. shows it’s his manager, Mike “Grimmy” Grimm. He was his father’s on screen manager as well as real life manager, lawyer, and agent. Now, he works for Holden.
”What’s up, Grimmy? “ he asks and there is a pause on the other end of the line. ”Grimmy?”
“It’s Frank, he ain’t doin too good…..” Grimmy’s voice expressed how serious things have gotten in Washington. ”He ain’t got much time.”
Holden stares at the back of the headrest in front of him….”aint got much time” echoing in his head.
”You hear me? I can’t see your head if you’re nodding…”
”I heard ya but what can I do?” he asks and nearly punches the headrest out of frustration.
”There’s nothing you can do. Call him. Talk to him. I just wanted you to be aware.”
”Thank you, Grimmy.”
The cab zigs from one lane to another, cutting off a Towncar and drawing a horn blast and finger from the driver. The Uber driver then zags back to the lane he was just in, dipping in front of a box truck and barely making the yellow. Some might say he ran a red light.
”While I got you on the line; I got a few sponsorship offers. You gotta minute?”
”Can we talk about it later? I’m heading back to my hotel, supposed to shoot a promo in the park across the street from it in a couple hours.”
”I’ll send ya an email. Born Scum and Monster definitely want to work with us.”
”Sounds good.”
He is dropped in front of his hotel room just a few blocks from the Velvet Rabbit where he oversees the private dance rooms when he isn’t wrestling for A.W. An hour later and he is in a small, grassy park across the street from the hotel. It has no play equipment but it does have a few benches, a picnic table and a horse shoe pit. The camera opens on grass and then, as the shot widens, it pans to the left and focuses on Jade, who is standing next to Holden. He wears a t-shirt with Born Scum’s “Skull coffin” logo on the front under his black letterman’s jacket with an “X” on the left breast panel.
Jade: ”Welcome, ladies and Gentlemen, I am here today in beautiful New York City with none other than Holden Ross! Thanks for speaking with me today. I know you’re a busy man, you have a meet-and-greet later today as well as training for your upcoming match against Mason Jones.”
” I’m going to get down to it, Jade, and just state the facts as I see them; I am bigger, better, and far meaner than Mason ever could dream of being. This week, I am going to throw Mason a beating the likes of which he has never had.”
”So far, you have been fairly successful here in Action Wrestling. According to Max, that may not have always been the case. Wou-“
Holden cuts her off.
”The past is the past. The present is now. And the future doesn’t look so bright for Mason Jones. I am undefeated here in A.W. I’ve never been pinned or submitted, here. And I know, I will inevitably be beaten, but not by Mason Jones. He is just a rung on the ladder I need to climb to be successful here.
I am a One Man Army, built for war, and Mason is just a casualty of that war. This week, Mason becomes an example of what is to come. I’m not as smooth in the ring as some of the vanilla midgets are on this roster, but I make up for it in power and brutality. I’ll make a reservation for you, Mason, at the emergency room. Make sure they have your favorite pudding in stock. “
”Those are some strong words for-“
Holden takes the mic from her, “That was a promise, Jade.”
He drops the mic and walks off camera, leaving Jade standing with her jaw open, looking like a trout.