Post by Holden Ross on Dec 4, 2022 14:53:28 GMT -5
**sorry, my meds are fuckin w/ me. This was all I could get done. many apologies
The scene opens on Harvey Marx, sitting in an overstuffed chair, wearing a sharp, Grey suit. Sitting across from Harvey is the subject of his interview, Holden Ross. Holden is dressed casual in a pair of baggy black Dickies and a black hoodie with the green Monster “M” on the front. Between them is a glass coffee table with a bottle of water in front of Harvey while a Heineken rests in front of Holden.
”Hello everyone, as you know, I am the one and only, Harvey Marx. I am sitting here with Holden Ross in a very beautiful suite in the MGM Grand here in Las Vegas. Holden, thanks for inviting me and for having me conduct this interview. First question; have you signed a new contract with Action Wrestling?”
”I signed an extension so I will be there for awhile.”
”Your first match back is against Sam Kidsgrove. He is currently in the running for a shot at the World Championship which is held by your buddy, Gerard Angelo. Beating Sam could propel you up the ranks –“
”Let me stop ya right there, Harvey. I don’t care about being ‘propelled up the ranks.’ I signed a new contract so I can deal with Andre. If I’m not under contract and I hopped the rail, I’d be arrested. It has already been proven that the locker room has snitches in it. Don’t need anyone calling the cops on me, again.”
Harvey’s eyes widen and a slight grin curls his lips. ”So, that was true?! Lissie Hope actually called the police on you?!”
Holden nods and takes a swig from his beer. ”Yeah, she called the cops on me because Serenity had a drink. The dumb bitch sent them to Florida, to my home, while we were in Vegas. So, for the record, not only is she a dumbass snitch, she feels the need to mother Serenity because her rancid womb rejects her own eggs. She’s bitter…”
Harvey’s jaw has dropped and his eyes slowly tick from Holden to the camera. His mouth snaps shut and he quickly attempts to change the subject. ”Sam recently spoke about your upcoming match with him and he said he is going to embarrass and surprise you. Did you hear or see his recent comments?”
Holden shakes his head "no.” ” I have not. He’s gonna embarrass me, huh?” he scoffs. ”Sam is Luke Lissie, Corey, and most of the roster. To them, I’m a joke. I don’t belong in the same building as them. They look down their noses at me. They’re better than me, ya know?”
He pounds the rest of the Heineken while Harvey watches. He knows when to talk and when to listen. ”But they’re not. Any given night anyone can lose. See, Harvey, because chasing after a belt isn’t all my life is focused on, I’m not on their level. They need a prop around their waist to validate their worthiness. Me, I enjoy just getting into a ring and beating the shit out of my opponent. If I lose, oh fuckin well. And if I win, shit, even better.
Poor Sam; he failed at acting just like he is going to fail in this final dream to be the World Champ. The only one who is going to be embarrassed is him.” Holden fishes a silver cigarette case and pops it open. He plucks out a joint and lights it with a black Zippo. He takes a long pull from it and blows the smoke away from Harvey.
The scene opens on Harvey Marx, sitting in an overstuffed chair, wearing a sharp, Grey suit. Sitting across from Harvey is the subject of his interview, Holden Ross. Holden is dressed casual in a pair of baggy black Dickies and a black hoodie with the green Monster “M” on the front. Between them is a glass coffee table with a bottle of water in front of Harvey while a Heineken rests in front of Holden.
”Hello everyone, as you know, I am the one and only, Harvey Marx. I am sitting here with Holden Ross in a very beautiful suite in the MGM Grand here in Las Vegas. Holden, thanks for inviting me and for having me conduct this interview. First question; have you signed a new contract with Action Wrestling?”
”I signed an extension so I will be there for awhile.”
”Your first match back is against Sam Kidsgrove. He is currently in the running for a shot at the World Championship which is held by your buddy, Gerard Angelo. Beating Sam could propel you up the ranks –“
”Let me stop ya right there, Harvey. I don’t care about being ‘propelled up the ranks.’ I signed a new contract so I can deal with Andre. If I’m not under contract and I hopped the rail, I’d be arrested. It has already been proven that the locker room has snitches in it. Don’t need anyone calling the cops on me, again.”
Harvey’s eyes widen and a slight grin curls his lips. ”So, that was true?! Lissie Hope actually called the police on you?!”
Holden nods and takes a swig from his beer. ”Yeah, she called the cops on me because Serenity had a drink. The dumb bitch sent them to Florida, to my home, while we were in Vegas. So, for the record, not only is she a dumbass snitch, she feels the need to mother Serenity because her rancid womb rejects her own eggs. She’s bitter…”
Harvey’s jaw has dropped and his eyes slowly tick from Holden to the camera. His mouth snaps shut and he quickly attempts to change the subject. ”Sam recently spoke about your upcoming match with him and he said he is going to embarrass and surprise you. Did you hear or see his recent comments?”
Holden shakes his head "no.” ” I have not. He’s gonna embarrass me, huh?” he scoffs. ”Sam is Luke Lissie, Corey, and most of the roster. To them, I’m a joke. I don’t belong in the same building as them. They look down their noses at me. They’re better than me, ya know?”
He pounds the rest of the Heineken while Harvey watches. He knows when to talk and when to listen. ”But they’re not. Any given night anyone can lose. See, Harvey, because chasing after a belt isn’t all my life is focused on, I’m not on their level. They need a prop around their waist to validate their worthiness. Me, I enjoy just getting into a ring and beating the shit out of my opponent. If I lose, oh fuckin well. And if I win, shit, even better.
Poor Sam; he failed at acting just like he is going to fail in this final dream to be the World Champ. The only one who is going to be embarrassed is him.” Holden fishes a silver cigarette case and pops it open. He plucks out a joint and lights it with a black Zippo. He takes a long pull from it and blows the smoke away from Harvey.
