GRINDHOUSE wants Gold (994 words)
Jan 18, 2022 12:02:01 GMT -5
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Post by Holden Ross on Jan 18, 2022 12:02:01 GMT -5
”I asked someone who knew Frank, really well, about you and he has never heard of you.” Holden tells the blonde sitting across from him. The two are sitting in a greasy spoon joint in Bakersfield. The woman sitting across from him can’t be much younger than him, pretty short, but easy on the eyes. She is built like she lifts weights and has a smile that brings one to Holden’s lips as well.
”Your dad started training me about three years ago. He said he had just finished teaching his boy everything he could. That’s you, I assume, and then he started working with me. About a year and a half ago, he sent me to work with a friend of his up in Canada.” she tells him before taking a sip of her water. A wedge of lemon floats amongst the cubes of ice. Holden nods in understanding.
”He sent ya to work with Ethan, too, huh?” he asks before shoveling a fork full of hash browns, scrambled egg, and chicken fried steak into his mouth. She shakes her head in disagreement.
”No, a man named Shannon Skanes.”
”I KNOW HIM!” he yells while slapping the table top and making everything jump and rattle. Those sitting nearby jump and give the two a glare of frustration. For her part, the woman he is eating with, giggles and gives her head a little shake.
”He taught me a lot about technical wrestling, how to deliver a promo, and clued me in to life on the road. He couldn’t teach me the things you’re Dad was, though. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a petite little thing. ‘Got some meat on my bones!” is what he said the first time I met him. He was teaching me how to wrestle like a big man, like he was…..like you are. In high school I was an amateur wrestler, made varsity my junior year, and came in second in the state of Washington five years ago.” she tells him between bites of a strawberry crepe.
”How did you meet Frank?” he asks before taking a swig from his Coke.
”My mom said she knew someone who knew him. Some guy that she used to go to school with who was still friends with your Dad.” is her answer. Holden’s brow creases with a confused scowl.
”You’re tellin me that your parents were excited and encouraged you to become a wrestler? Fuck an aye…” he shakes his head in disbelief.
”They just wanted me to be happy. My mom raised me on her own and I never knew my Dad. Anyway, she wanted me to do what I loved but I only can do amateur wrestling for so long. I thought about working on my striking and try to get into the UFC, or something, but my mom said she knew how to get in touch with someone who was a pro wrestler. Wrestling sounded better to me. Ya know, he told me about you? Said you had a chance at being bigger than him.” she says with a smile. Their eyes meet and her smile spreads to h, bringing a smile to his lips. ”He never said you were handsome.” Holden’s face flushes red with embarrassment, drawing another giggle out of her.
”Thank you, Courtney.”
”You don’t have to thank me.” she answers and their eyes meet, again, making both of them smile….
Later that evening.
A camera opens on Holden who is seated on a weight bench which is set on a patch of bare earth. The sun is setting but is still able to cast a golden glow on the scene. Holden is smoking what looks like a fat cigar but is, most likely, a blunt. He is wearing cut off black Dickies, a beat-up pair of black-and-white Converse All-Stars, and a black Born Scum t-shirt featuring a tongue wagging wolf’s head wearing a baseball hat with the words “Anti-Human” on the bill. After exhaling a pull from the blunt he takes a swig from a can of green Monster. He sets it down in such a way that the label is facing the camera.
”This week, me and Joey face a couple of newcomers for a shot at the Tag Team Championships of the World. I wasn’t even sure who the two of you were, didn’t realize you had even had a match here, but those two clowns you were wrestling ain’t shit compared to GRINDHOUSE.
Me and Joey grew up, came up, grinding it out for everything we have. We clawed our way up, outta the gutter, and it hardened us. Made us thirsty for blood, violence, and chaos. We ain’t pretty in the ring. We don’t look like the Midnight Express out there but, rather, more like Dr. Death and Terry Gordy. We are gonna beat the piss outta ya from bell-to-bell. The fact you’re women just means that you’ll bleed twice this month.”
Holden takes another long pull from his blunt. He gives the camera a smirk and exhales a plume of smoke into the air where the soft breeze whisks it away.
”GRINDHOUSE is coming for blood, be ready for that. You two are good at what you do but we are better at what we do, and we f-bleep-k people up. You can back out and none would blame you. Or you show up in Beantown and take a beating the likes you’ve never had before…. See ya soon, girls…
The camera fades out on Holden chugging what was left in the can of Monster. Off camera, Courtney beams with joy and excitement.
”That was awesome!” she gushes.
”Thanks. Maybe you will be doing it someday…
They both smile at each other and make their way into what was once Frank’s double-wide, which now belongs to Holden. In the oven, chicken breasts coated in crushed Ritz bake and water waits to be boiled in the stovetop.
”Your dad started training me about three years ago. He said he had just finished teaching his boy everything he could. That’s you, I assume, and then he started working with me. About a year and a half ago, he sent me to work with a friend of his up in Canada.” she tells him before taking a sip of her water. A wedge of lemon floats amongst the cubes of ice. Holden nods in understanding.
”He sent ya to work with Ethan, too, huh?” he asks before shoveling a fork full of hash browns, scrambled egg, and chicken fried steak into his mouth. She shakes her head in disagreement.
”No, a man named Shannon Skanes.”
”I KNOW HIM!” he yells while slapping the table top and making everything jump and rattle. Those sitting nearby jump and give the two a glare of frustration. For her part, the woman he is eating with, giggles and gives her head a little shake.
”He taught me a lot about technical wrestling, how to deliver a promo, and clued me in to life on the road. He couldn’t teach me the things you’re Dad was, though. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a petite little thing. ‘Got some meat on my bones!” is what he said the first time I met him. He was teaching me how to wrestle like a big man, like he was…..like you are. In high school I was an amateur wrestler, made varsity my junior year, and came in second in the state of Washington five years ago.” she tells him between bites of a strawberry crepe.
”How did you meet Frank?” he asks before taking a swig from his Coke.
”My mom said she knew someone who knew him. Some guy that she used to go to school with who was still friends with your Dad.” is her answer. Holden’s brow creases with a confused scowl.
”You’re tellin me that your parents were excited and encouraged you to become a wrestler? Fuck an aye…” he shakes his head in disbelief.
”They just wanted me to be happy. My mom raised me on her own and I never knew my Dad. Anyway, she wanted me to do what I loved but I only can do amateur wrestling for so long. I thought about working on my striking and try to get into the UFC, or something, but my mom said she knew how to get in touch with someone who was a pro wrestler. Wrestling sounded better to me. Ya know, he told me about you? Said you had a chance at being bigger than him.” she says with a smile. Their eyes meet and her smile spreads to h, bringing a smile to his lips. ”He never said you were handsome.” Holden’s face flushes red with embarrassment, drawing another giggle out of her.
”Thank you, Courtney.”
”You don’t have to thank me.” she answers and their eyes meet, again, making both of them smile….
Later that evening.
A camera opens on Holden who is seated on a weight bench which is set on a patch of bare earth. The sun is setting but is still able to cast a golden glow on the scene. Holden is smoking what looks like a fat cigar but is, most likely, a blunt. He is wearing cut off black Dickies, a beat-up pair of black-and-white Converse All-Stars, and a black Born Scum t-shirt featuring a tongue wagging wolf’s head wearing a baseball hat with the words “Anti-Human” on the bill. After exhaling a pull from the blunt he takes a swig from a can of green Monster. He sets it down in such a way that the label is facing the camera.
”This week, me and Joey face a couple of newcomers for a shot at the Tag Team Championships of the World. I wasn’t even sure who the two of you were, didn’t realize you had even had a match here, but those two clowns you were wrestling ain’t shit compared to GRINDHOUSE.
Me and Joey grew up, came up, grinding it out for everything we have. We clawed our way up, outta the gutter, and it hardened us. Made us thirsty for blood, violence, and chaos. We ain’t pretty in the ring. We don’t look like the Midnight Express out there but, rather, more like Dr. Death and Terry Gordy. We are gonna beat the piss outta ya from bell-to-bell. The fact you’re women just means that you’ll bleed twice this month.”
Holden takes another long pull from his blunt. He gives the camera a smirk and exhales a plume of smoke into the air where the soft breeze whisks it away.
”GRINDHOUSE is coming for blood, be ready for that. You two are good at what you do but we are better at what we do, and we f-bleep-k people up. You can back out and none would blame you. Or you show up in Beantown and take a beating the likes you’ve never had before…. See ya soon, girls…
The camera fades out on Holden chugging what was left in the can of Monster. Off camera, Courtney beams with joy and excitement.
”That was awesome!” she gushes.
”Thanks. Maybe you will be doing it someday…
They both smile at each other and make their way into what was once Frank’s double-wide, which now belongs to Holden. In the oven, chicken breasts coated in crushed Ritz bake and water waits to be boiled in the stovetop.
