Post by Holden Ross on Oct 28, 2022 15:38:50 GMT -5
Three white lines are set parallel to each other on the glass coffee table top. Holden leans forward and uses a rolled twenty dollar bill to guide the crushed up pills into his nostril. First the right one, then the left, and finally a little bit more into each before he leans back wiping his nose. It doesn't take long for the Oxy to hit his system and his head is swimming. He straightens himself and pics up his bong to follow the Oxy's up with a pull from it. He exhales the plume into the air and rubs his eyes.
"What's up, Champ?!" his friend, Seasick, asks. Seasick is his tattoo name, at birth he was named 'Tyler,' but few know this fact. Holden is one of those few and has known him most of his life. Seasick takes a seat next to his buddy and picks up the bong for himself. "You have always gotten the best weed, man! This shit right here is FIRE!"
He picks up the Xbox controller and unpauses the game he was playing. The sound of explosions and machine gun fire erupts from the speakers as Seasick continues his game. Holden pats him on the shoulder and retires to the patio with a blunt. He fires it up and exhales a small cloud of smoke which is immediately snatched by the breeze. Across the small courtyard a redhead is sitting on her own patio and gives a tentative wave. Holden gives a nod in return but, for the most part, ignores her. As he smokes he thumbs through the photo gallery in his phone at pictures of he and Serenity.
He is suddenly flooded with rage, slamming the cell phone against the glass table top, repeatedly, until first the phone breaks and then, with the next impact of the broken phone and table top, the glass table shatters. "FUCK!" he roars as crimson fluid squirts from the edge of his hand where it is flayed wide open. The shattered table top broke at just the right time so that Seasick hears it in between missions on his game. He definitely heard Holden scream and rushes out to see what happened.
By the time Seasick makes it to the sliding door, Holden is standing over a small puddle of his own blood, squeezing his t-shirt against the wound in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. "What the fuck, man?! We gotta get you to the hospital!" Seasick whips out his own phone and has the number "nine" dialed before Holden slaps his phone out of his hands. Confused, Seasick looks up and into a face he has never seen before. Holden's jaw is clenched, his eyes are narrowed into slits, and in those eyes....nobody is home. "Okay, big man, chill... I ain't gonna call nobody. What the fuck are we gonna do?"
Holden shoulders past him and heads to the master bath where he fishes out the crash kit Serenity keeps on hand. She has helped bandage him up more than she ever should have. While pulling out gauze and tape he finds a note that she tucked in for a future date. Upon seeing her handwriting, butterflies swirl in his stomach and his heart skips a beat. "What did you do THIS time, ya big goon?! BE MORE CAREFUL. love you - S.["/i] A tear slips down his right cheek and is enveloped by his beard.
Seasick suddenly appears next to Holden, snatching the gauze and tape from his hand, and disappears back down the hall. A moment later, after clearing his head and wiping the tears from his eyes, he enters the kitchen where his friend waits. "Dumbass. Let's see how bad you fucked yourself up, bruh." Seasick grins at Holden, knowing "bruh" and "bro" drives him nuts. "It's gonna sting but your big, dumb ass can deal."
Holden removes the blood soaked t-shirt before putting the wound under running hot water. He winces at the sting, sucking breath in between his clenched teeth, which brings a chuckle out of his friend and, currently, nurse. "This cut ain't shit. Did you see my match against Driftwood in CU:LT? I set my ass on fire and jumped from a platform thirty feet in the fuckin air!"
Seasick nods. "And you crashed through that empty table and got shelved for, what, a month? Scared the shit outta your girl, too, right?" Holden winces again as Seasick uses a toothbrush to scrub the wound. When Holden sees this he stops his friend and the confused, twisted scowl on his face asks the question for him. Seasick shrugs. "Found it in the guest bathroom, still in the box. It fuckin works, don't it?" He continues scrubbing out the wound while occasionally dumping iodine into the gash.
Once the wound was cleaned and dressed the duo head out for dinner. They hit a hole-in-the-wall restaurant with a "table d'hote" menu and while eating, Seasick makes eyes with the hostess and, by the time the meal is finished, Seasick was going to hang around and wait for her to clock off. This leaves Holden to his own devices. He stops by the local Verizon office and replaces his phone just before closing. Once home, his high is wearing off and instead of three pills, he crushes up four, this time. He inhales the lines with practiced ease and stretches out on his couch while the Oxy's do their damage. As he drifts off, her face floats from the murkiness in his head and her smile breaks his heart...
Friday morning, early, Champions Advantage Performance Center
The camera opens on Holden where he stands inside the training ring, elevated above the camera, leaning against the top rope. He is clad in a baggy pair of black Dickies, a baggy "C.C.P.E." hoodie, and a pair of all black Chuck's. Holden's hair is slicked bag and his eyes are red rimmed, glassy, and his eye lids are at half mast. His trademark smirk iis missing, however.
"So this week the match makers in A-Dub put me and Lissie together for the first time in a match for her CBS Championship." he fakes an exaggerated yawn complete with overly done stretching. "Ya know, almost a year ago, you and I went out for dinner in L.A. after a meet-and0greet I worked. Nothin behind it aside from two coworkers eating and getting to know each other. Ya know, before it was in fashion to fail in an attempt to talk shit about me. You, Corey, and lil John are quite the knitting circle. Congratulations, boys, your mother's would be proud; they always wanted daughters.
So this week we are facing for the other Televison Championship. Once again, Lissie, you're the Bridesmaid but not the Bride. But, hey, you get to hold a belt that is a weak imitation of Addy's belt. Good for you! At least you get to be the Champ while Tweeting out bullshit about another shitty CBS show. You've peaked, Lissie! Where can you go from there?" Holden slips his right hand into the front pocket of his hoodie and, when he removes it, he is holding his tape wrapped fork. He stares at the sharpened tines on the business end and grins like a boy on Christmas morning seated in front of a loaded tree. "Lissie, maybe at Clash you'll get the opportunity to meet my fork... It has opened up some of the best in the business. But it will open you up just the same. And I want you to know something; I don't want that belt you got. But, I'd love to take it so you didn't have it."
Holden slips the fork back into the pocket of his hoodie before climbing through the ropes and out of the ring. He hops down to the floor in front of the camera and it tightens the shot onto his face. His bloodshot eyes are the only thing on screen. "Serenity, I miss you. And I love you more than anything. I'm never goin to stop loving you. Soon, you'll be in my arms again. Until then, I'll be waiting and missing you...." As it fades to black, Holden's eyes remain locked on the camera.
"What's up, Champ?!" his friend, Seasick, asks. Seasick is his tattoo name, at birth he was named 'Tyler,' but few know this fact. Holden is one of those few and has known him most of his life. Seasick takes a seat next to his buddy and picks up the bong for himself. "You have always gotten the best weed, man! This shit right here is FIRE!"
He picks up the Xbox controller and unpauses the game he was playing. The sound of explosions and machine gun fire erupts from the speakers as Seasick continues his game. Holden pats him on the shoulder and retires to the patio with a blunt. He fires it up and exhales a small cloud of smoke which is immediately snatched by the breeze. Across the small courtyard a redhead is sitting on her own patio and gives a tentative wave. Holden gives a nod in return but, for the most part, ignores her. As he smokes he thumbs through the photo gallery in his phone at pictures of he and Serenity.
He is suddenly flooded with rage, slamming the cell phone against the glass table top, repeatedly, until first the phone breaks and then, with the next impact of the broken phone and table top, the glass table shatters. "FUCK!" he roars as crimson fluid squirts from the edge of his hand where it is flayed wide open. The shattered table top broke at just the right time so that Seasick hears it in between missions on his game. He definitely heard Holden scream and rushes out to see what happened.
By the time Seasick makes it to the sliding door, Holden is standing over a small puddle of his own blood, squeezing his t-shirt against the wound in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. "What the fuck, man?! We gotta get you to the hospital!" Seasick whips out his own phone and has the number "nine" dialed before Holden slaps his phone out of his hands. Confused, Seasick looks up and into a face he has never seen before. Holden's jaw is clenched, his eyes are narrowed into slits, and in those eyes....nobody is home. "Okay, big man, chill... I ain't gonna call nobody. What the fuck are we gonna do?"
Holden shoulders past him and heads to the master bath where he fishes out the crash kit Serenity keeps on hand. She has helped bandage him up more than she ever should have. While pulling out gauze and tape he finds a note that she tucked in for a future date. Upon seeing her handwriting, butterflies swirl in his stomach and his heart skips a beat. "What did you do THIS time, ya big goon?! BE MORE CAREFUL. love you - S.["/i] A tear slips down his right cheek and is enveloped by his beard.
Seasick suddenly appears next to Holden, snatching the gauze and tape from his hand, and disappears back down the hall. A moment later, after clearing his head and wiping the tears from his eyes, he enters the kitchen where his friend waits. "Dumbass. Let's see how bad you fucked yourself up, bruh." Seasick grins at Holden, knowing "bruh" and "bro" drives him nuts. "It's gonna sting but your big, dumb ass can deal."
Holden removes the blood soaked t-shirt before putting the wound under running hot water. He winces at the sting, sucking breath in between his clenched teeth, which brings a chuckle out of his friend and, currently, nurse. "This cut ain't shit. Did you see my match against Driftwood in CU:LT? I set my ass on fire and jumped from a platform thirty feet in the fuckin air!"
Seasick nods. "And you crashed through that empty table and got shelved for, what, a month? Scared the shit outta your girl, too, right?" Holden winces again as Seasick uses a toothbrush to scrub the wound. When Holden sees this he stops his friend and the confused, twisted scowl on his face asks the question for him. Seasick shrugs. "Found it in the guest bathroom, still in the box. It fuckin works, don't it?" He continues scrubbing out the wound while occasionally dumping iodine into the gash.
Once the wound was cleaned and dressed the duo head out for dinner. They hit a hole-in-the-wall restaurant with a "table d'hote" menu and while eating, Seasick makes eyes with the hostess and, by the time the meal is finished, Seasick was going to hang around and wait for her to clock off. This leaves Holden to his own devices. He stops by the local Verizon office and replaces his phone just before closing. Once home, his high is wearing off and instead of three pills, he crushes up four, this time. He inhales the lines with practiced ease and stretches out on his couch while the Oxy's do their damage. As he drifts off, her face floats from the murkiness in his head and her smile breaks his heart...
Friday morning, early, Champions Advantage Performance Center
The camera opens on Holden where he stands inside the training ring, elevated above the camera, leaning against the top rope. He is clad in a baggy pair of black Dickies, a baggy "C.C.P.E." hoodie, and a pair of all black Chuck's. Holden's hair is slicked bag and his eyes are red rimmed, glassy, and his eye lids are at half mast. His trademark smirk iis missing, however.
"So this week the match makers in A-Dub put me and Lissie together for the first time in a match for her CBS Championship." he fakes an exaggerated yawn complete with overly done stretching. "Ya know, almost a year ago, you and I went out for dinner in L.A. after a meet-and0greet I worked. Nothin behind it aside from two coworkers eating and getting to know each other. Ya know, before it was in fashion to fail in an attempt to talk shit about me. You, Corey, and lil John are quite the knitting circle. Congratulations, boys, your mother's would be proud; they always wanted daughters.
So this week we are facing for the other Televison Championship. Once again, Lissie, you're the Bridesmaid but not the Bride. But, hey, you get to hold a belt that is a weak imitation of Addy's belt. Good for you! At least you get to be the Champ while Tweeting out bullshit about another shitty CBS show. You've peaked, Lissie! Where can you go from there?" Holden slips his right hand into the front pocket of his hoodie and, when he removes it, he is holding his tape wrapped fork. He stares at the sharpened tines on the business end and grins like a boy on Christmas morning seated in front of a loaded tree. "Lissie, maybe at Clash you'll get the opportunity to meet my fork... It has opened up some of the best in the business. But it will open you up just the same. And I want you to know something; I don't want that belt you got. But, I'd love to take it so you didn't have it."
Holden slips the fork back into the pocket of his hoodie before climbing through the ropes and out of the ring. He hops down to the floor in front of the camera and it tightens the shot onto his face. His bloodshot eyes are the only thing on screen. "Serenity, I miss you. And I love you more than anything. I'm never goin to stop loving you. Soon, you'll be in my arms again. Until then, I'll be waiting and missing you...." As it fades to black, Holden's eyes remain locked on the camera.
