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Post by Holden Ross on Jan 15, 2022 23:22:32 GMT -5
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Onto our first guest of the evening here on the ‘Canvas Crawler Podcast,' we welcome back Action Wrestling’s Holden Ross. Last week he was counted out in a tournament match for a shot at the United States Championship. His next match is against John Blade. Holden, welcome back to the show.” the host, Chris Seger, excitedly announces.
”Thanks for having me back, Chris.” Holden replies.
”Last week you were counted out and, now, this week you’re looking to redeem yourself. I, personally, wouldn’t want to be in the ring with you, especially this week. John blade has his work cut out for him.”
The sound of a bong bubbling is heard and followed by Holden coughing for a few seconds before he answers.
”Chris, I’m gonna make an example out of Blade. Have you seen this goon? He looks like he should be on ‘General Hospital” rather than getting into a ring. I may not have beaten Corey for the title of ‘King of Violence,' but he never pinned me. Might not have the title, the nifty nickname that he has, but anyone who has ever watched my matches know that I am called the ‘Human Wrecking Ball' for a reason. I have said since my first time in front of a camera; I don’t care about wins and losses; itle belts are props. I am here to spread pain and misery.
Chris, when you hear the air raid sirens screaming, you know something bad is about to happen. During the War, Londoner’s heard the sirens and prepared to be bombed into the stone age. Along the coast’s it’s a warning for a tsunami. And in an arena, you know it means someone is getting a beating. Someone may be leaving on a stretcher. I don’t know much about John Blade but I do know he will be leveled by an H-Bomb just like everyone else.”
Chris whoops with excitement. ”Has anyone ever kicked out of the ‘H-Bomb’ or the ‘Sins of the Father?’”
”I just started using the ‘H-Bomb’ but nobody has kicked out of ‘Sins.’” Holden answers while coughing. ”This fuckin guy ain’t kickin’ out of shit. Have you seen him?! He’s about as big of a goof as you can get! He couldn’t get laid even if he paid for it! This fuckin guy….he looks like the kinda clown that leads an Eagle Scout Troop. He definitely has a preserved corpse, that looks like his mother, at his home. Someone should check that out…”
Chris roars with genuine laughter.
”One more quick question, while I have ya on the line; what’sthe story with you and Gerard Angelo? Aren’t you two friends?
There is a pause before Holden answers.
”Gerry and I have known each other for a few years now. His first match was against my Father, Frank Merritt, who recently passed. Anyhow, Frank introduced me to him and, yeah, I’ve worked with him in the past.”
Chris scoffs. ”Just friends?! Weren’t you two-“
Holden cuts him off.”We know each other, sure. What do you care?”
”I don’t…” Chris sounds a bit hesitant to answer.
”Then drop it, Chris. Just know that GRINDHOUSE is going to be leaving Houston with fresh notches in the ‘Win’ column. And Gerry, well I’m sure Gerry is going to do fine.” There is the sound of a line disconnecting, surprising the Host.
”Well, I guess Holden hung up! Good luck to you this week, sir! Holden Ross, a friend of the show….”
Holden watches, from where he sits on the porch of his inherited home in Bakersfield, as a street bike creeps up the dirt driveway towards the double-wide. He stands and descends the three steps and takes a couple more before the bike comes to a stop. It is a dark blue, newer Ducati and the rider is obviously a short female. She climbs off the bike and is barely over five feet tall. Upon removing the helmet, Holden can’t help but crack a smile as the riders golden locks cascade down upon her shoulders. Whomever she is she is easy on the eyes.
”You’re not Frank….” she says, a little confused.
Holden’s head bobs up-and-down with a nod. ”No, I’m not, but he was my Dad….”
Onto our first guest of the evening here on the ‘Canvas Crawler Podcast,' we welcome back Action Wrestling’s Holden Ross. Last week he was counted out in a tournament match for a shot at the United States Championship. His next match is against John Blade. Holden, welcome back to the show.” the host, Chris Seger, excitedly announces.
”Thanks for having me back, Chris.” Holden replies.
”Last week you were counted out and, now, this week you’re looking to redeem yourself. I, personally, wouldn’t want to be in the ring with you, especially this week. John blade has his work cut out for him.”
The sound of a bong bubbling is heard and followed by Holden coughing for a few seconds before he answers.
”Chris, I’m gonna make an example out of Blade. Have you seen this goon? He looks like he should be on ‘General Hospital” rather than getting into a ring. I may not have beaten Corey for the title of ‘King of Violence,' but he never pinned me. Might not have the title, the nifty nickname that he has, but anyone who has ever watched my matches know that I am called the ‘Human Wrecking Ball' for a reason. I have said since my first time in front of a camera; I don’t care about wins and losses; itle belts are props. I am here to spread pain and misery.
Chris, when you hear the air raid sirens screaming, you know something bad is about to happen. During the War, Londoner’s heard the sirens and prepared to be bombed into the stone age. Along the coast’s it’s a warning for a tsunami. And in an arena, you know it means someone is getting a beating. Someone may be leaving on a stretcher. I don’t know much about John Blade but I do know he will be leveled by an H-Bomb just like everyone else.”
Chris whoops with excitement. ”Has anyone ever kicked out of the ‘H-Bomb’ or the ‘Sins of the Father?’”
”I just started using the ‘H-Bomb’ but nobody has kicked out of ‘Sins.’” Holden answers while coughing. ”This fuckin guy ain’t kickin’ out of shit. Have you seen him?! He’s about as big of a goof as you can get! He couldn’t get laid even if he paid for it! This fuckin guy….he looks like the kinda clown that leads an Eagle Scout Troop. He definitely has a preserved corpse, that looks like his mother, at his home. Someone should check that out…”
Chris roars with genuine laughter.
”One more quick question, while I have ya on the line; what’sthe story with you and Gerard Angelo? Aren’t you two friends?
There is a pause before Holden answers.
”Gerry and I have known each other for a few years now. His first match was against my Father, Frank Merritt, who recently passed. Anyhow, Frank introduced me to him and, yeah, I’ve worked with him in the past.”
Chris scoffs. ”Just friends?! Weren’t you two-“
Holden cuts him off.”We know each other, sure. What do you care?”
”I don’t…” Chris sounds a bit hesitant to answer.
”Then drop it, Chris. Just know that GRINDHOUSE is going to be leaving Houston with fresh notches in the ‘Win’ column. And Gerry, well I’m sure Gerry is going to do fine.” There is the sound of a line disconnecting, surprising the Host.
”Well, I guess Holden hung up! Good luck to you this week, sir! Holden Ross, a friend of the show….”
Holden watches, from where he sits on the porch of his inherited home in Bakersfield, as a street bike creeps up the dirt driveway towards the double-wide. He stands and descends the three steps and takes a couple more before the bike comes to a stop. It is a dark blue, newer Ducati and the rider is obviously a short female. She climbs off the bike and is barely over five feet tall. Upon removing the helmet, Holden can’t help but crack a smile as the riders golden locks cascade down upon her shoulders. Whomever she is she is easy on the eyes.
”You’re not Frank….” she says, a little confused.
Holden’s head bobs up-and-down with a nod. ”No, I’m not, but he was my Dad….”
