Post by Holden Ross on Oct 20, 2022 17:26:09 GMT -5
Thursday, October 20th 7:02 P.M.
Holden roams down the hall from his room to the living room, stepping over empty pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, and a deflated pool float in the shape of a palm tree. Sticks of Nag Champa incense burn in multiple locations throughout the condo and the smoke hangs heavy in the air. Ghostemane thumps from the speakers of his state-of-the-art sound system while two men play the Xbox hooked up to the seventy-something inch television mounted on the wall. He grins and nods his head in greeting to a young man sitting in a giant bean bag (where the fuck did that come from?) and the young man nods back while lifting a bottle of Heineken in salute to the host. Holden enters the kitchen where another fellow, in his thirties and unknown to Holden, watches two blondes making out. The women are barely twenty-one, if a day, and Holden proceeds to grab a Mickies out of the freezer. He leaves the kitchen and proceeds out onto his patio where he takes a seat by himself at the glass table in the setting sunlight.
He dials Serenity's number and listens as her recorded voice comes through the line. "Hello, you have reached Serenity Holmes....." he hangs up and lets out a frustrated sigh. The cap spins off and the ice cold forty touches his lips, spilling some of its contents into his waiting mouth and down his throat. He chugs nearly half of the bottle before setting it on the table top. A young man exits the condo out onto the patio and takes a seat next to Holden. He pats him on the back of his right shoulder before lighting a comically sized joint. Holden greets his friend with a grin and a nod.
"How ya hangin in there, big guy?" he asks. This young man met Holden at the Champions Advantage Performance Center when he attending briefly during the inaugural class. Unfortunately, he had an undiagnosed heart condition and it was discovered during class when he passed out. Now, Jeff, known as "Jefe" to his friends and coworkers, works at a local food truck and remains friends with his former instructor. Jeff looks over his shoulder and when confident the coast is clear, tosses a good sized pill bottle to Holden who watches it land in his lap. "Figured these might lift your spirits, buddy."
Holden twists the cap off and dumps out several of the oval shaped, white pills. He pops them into his mouth and washes it down with a swig from his forty. Alcohol and Soma's aren't the best mix but he isn't known for the brightest decisions. "Where is the lady? I looked around and didn't see her." Holden gives a small shake of his head and dismisses the question with the wave of his hand. "Don't sweat it, bro, she'll be back! If not, fuck it, we can hook you up with one of those chicks you worked with at the Velvet Rabbit. They were all over you like you were catnip." he says with a lecherous grin.
"Fuck off, I don't wanna fuck around with anyone else. Her fuckin Dad, man... I wanna beat that motherfucker using another motherfucker. Have you seen the shit goin on on Twitter?!" Holden chugs the rest of the forty and pitches the empty over the rail and into thin air. After a second of nothing but the bass and noise filtering out from the party within, the sound of the bottle shattering on the sidewalk three stories below.
Jeff nods while swigging from his Heineken. "I saw it. How the fuck does he legitimately think he can ban his grown ass daughter off of Twitter?" he asks, astonished. Holden retrieves another forty from a cooler, on the ground, next to the table. He spins the cap off and tosses it on the table top. "I love her more than anything, man, but now I'm wondering, is it really Andre banning her or is it her?" Holden asks suspiciously causing Jeff to scoff. "Why you think that?"
Holden sighs and takes the joint from Jeff and takes a long pull from it. He exhales the plume of smoke and refills his lungs with another long pull from the joint. He leans back in his chair while the smoke trickles out of his nostrils. "After talkin to a friend, she proposed the idea, and I hadn't even thought about it. Then, last night, all I could do is think about it. I mean, I'm almost one thousand percent sure she wouldn't do that but, what if?" he asks with a shrug.
"You think this friend of yours is trying to get some dick?" no one ever said Jeff was classy. Regardless, Holden waves his question off. "Tatiana ain't interested in me. She's my lil buddy.... I'm pretty sure she would be into Serenity before she would be into me." he says before chugging half of the forty in four large gulps. A belch rumbles up his esophagus and vibrates his lips as it exit his mouth. "Let's shut this shit down and head out for something to eat..." he asks and Jeff gives him a thumbs up while passing him the joint.
sometime later
"I'm already expecting the insults that are low hanging fruit to be fired off first followed by an explanation as to how I am a cheap, dime-store version of one of my opponents. While my other opponent issues a promo talking about how unsuccessful I am and how I will never be as good as her. And the both of them will pile on and agree with my Muse's Father about how she could do so much better." he says with a scoff. "Most of the fuckin dolt's around these parts aren't too original or clever."
Holden is sitting on a stool clad in his Cannabis Cup t-shirt and a pair of black Dickies with black and white Chucks that round out his attire. He runs his fingers through his beard and gives his head a somber shake from side-to-side. "This week, I'm facing off with Corey and Jessie and could care less. To be honest, I'm more interested in meeting up with Andre. Andre fuckin Holmes. I hope you pay attention and I want you to listen and listen closely" He plucks a blunt from behind his left ear and fishes a lighter out from his pocket. It's a pumpkin orange Bic and it lights with one flick. He holds the flame to the tip of the blunt and inhales deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air.
"I know you have a lot to say about me and, maybe Monday you will have the testicular fortitude to say it to me. Believe me, I got my ears open and I am more than eager to meet you. To hear what you have to say. In Person. Rather than over Twitter." he says, his eyes boring holes through the camera lens. "They say we should respect our elders but, in my World, respect is earned and not given. I love Serenity, more than anything in this World and won't let you get in Our way. Fate has brought us together. Not even you can stop it..." the camera tightens on his face. "As long as she loves me, I won't stop. She is my World."
As the camera fades out, Holden takes one long pull from the joint and glares into the camera. "Fuck you, Corey...."
Holden roams down the hall from his room to the living room, stepping over empty pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, and a deflated pool float in the shape of a palm tree. Sticks of Nag Champa incense burn in multiple locations throughout the condo and the smoke hangs heavy in the air. Ghostemane thumps from the speakers of his state-of-the-art sound system while two men play the Xbox hooked up to the seventy-something inch television mounted on the wall. He grins and nods his head in greeting to a young man sitting in a giant bean bag (where the fuck did that come from?) and the young man nods back while lifting a bottle of Heineken in salute to the host. Holden enters the kitchen where another fellow, in his thirties and unknown to Holden, watches two blondes making out. The women are barely twenty-one, if a day, and Holden proceeds to grab a Mickies out of the freezer. He leaves the kitchen and proceeds out onto his patio where he takes a seat by himself at the glass table in the setting sunlight.
He dials Serenity's number and listens as her recorded voice comes through the line. "Hello, you have reached Serenity Holmes....." he hangs up and lets out a frustrated sigh. The cap spins off and the ice cold forty touches his lips, spilling some of its contents into his waiting mouth and down his throat. He chugs nearly half of the bottle before setting it on the table top. A young man exits the condo out onto the patio and takes a seat next to Holden. He pats him on the back of his right shoulder before lighting a comically sized joint. Holden greets his friend with a grin and a nod.
"How ya hangin in there, big guy?" he asks. This young man met Holden at the Champions Advantage Performance Center when he attending briefly during the inaugural class. Unfortunately, he had an undiagnosed heart condition and it was discovered during class when he passed out. Now, Jeff, known as "Jefe" to his friends and coworkers, works at a local food truck and remains friends with his former instructor. Jeff looks over his shoulder and when confident the coast is clear, tosses a good sized pill bottle to Holden who watches it land in his lap. "Figured these might lift your spirits, buddy."
Holden twists the cap off and dumps out several of the oval shaped, white pills. He pops them into his mouth and washes it down with a swig from his forty. Alcohol and Soma's aren't the best mix but he isn't known for the brightest decisions. "Where is the lady? I looked around and didn't see her." Holden gives a small shake of his head and dismisses the question with the wave of his hand. "Don't sweat it, bro, she'll be back! If not, fuck it, we can hook you up with one of those chicks you worked with at the Velvet Rabbit. They were all over you like you were catnip." he says with a lecherous grin.
"Fuck off, I don't wanna fuck around with anyone else. Her fuckin Dad, man... I wanna beat that motherfucker using another motherfucker. Have you seen the shit goin on on Twitter?!" Holden chugs the rest of the forty and pitches the empty over the rail and into thin air. After a second of nothing but the bass and noise filtering out from the party within, the sound of the bottle shattering on the sidewalk three stories below.
Jeff nods while swigging from his Heineken. "I saw it. How the fuck does he legitimately think he can ban his grown ass daughter off of Twitter?" he asks, astonished. Holden retrieves another forty from a cooler, on the ground, next to the table. He spins the cap off and tosses it on the table top. "I love her more than anything, man, but now I'm wondering, is it really Andre banning her or is it her?" Holden asks suspiciously causing Jeff to scoff. "Why you think that?"
Holden sighs and takes the joint from Jeff and takes a long pull from it. He exhales the plume of smoke and refills his lungs with another long pull from the joint. He leans back in his chair while the smoke trickles out of his nostrils. "After talkin to a friend, she proposed the idea, and I hadn't even thought about it. Then, last night, all I could do is think about it. I mean, I'm almost one thousand percent sure she wouldn't do that but, what if?" he asks with a shrug.
"You think this friend of yours is trying to get some dick?" no one ever said Jeff was classy. Regardless, Holden waves his question off. "Tatiana ain't interested in me. She's my lil buddy.... I'm pretty sure she would be into Serenity before she would be into me." he says before chugging half of the forty in four large gulps. A belch rumbles up his esophagus and vibrates his lips as it exit his mouth. "Let's shut this shit down and head out for something to eat..." he asks and Jeff gives him a thumbs up while passing him the joint.
sometime later
"I'm already expecting the insults that are low hanging fruit to be fired off first followed by an explanation as to how I am a cheap, dime-store version of one of my opponents. While my other opponent issues a promo talking about how unsuccessful I am and how I will never be as good as her. And the both of them will pile on and agree with my Muse's Father about how she could do so much better." he says with a scoff. "Most of the fuckin dolt's around these parts aren't too original or clever."
Holden is sitting on a stool clad in his Cannabis Cup t-shirt and a pair of black Dickies with black and white Chucks that round out his attire. He runs his fingers through his beard and gives his head a somber shake from side-to-side. "This week, I'm facing off with Corey and Jessie and could care less. To be honest, I'm more interested in meeting up with Andre. Andre fuckin Holmes. I hope you pay attention and I want you to listen and listen closely" He plucks a blunt from behind his left ear and fishes a lighter out from his pocket. It's a pumpkin orange Bic and it lights with one flick. He holds the flame to the tip of the blunt and inhales deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air.
"I know you have a lot to say about me and, maybe Monday you will have the testicular fortitude to say it to me. Believe me, I got my ears open and I am more than eager to meet you. To hear what you have to say. In Person. Rather than over Twitter." he says, his eyes boring holes through the camera lens. "They say we should respect our elders but, in my World, respect is earned and not given. I love Serenity, more than anything in this World and won't let you get in Our way. Fate has brought us together. Not even you can stop it..." the camera tightens on his face. "As long as she loves me, I won't stop. She is my World."
As the camera fades out, Holden takes one long pull from the joint and glares into the camera. "Fuck you, Corey...."
