Post by Holden Ross on Dec 19, 2020 21:26:03 GMT -5
He sits in the silence of his locker room. Seeing as how they were the only match on the card, he and Rick were the only one’s in the locker rooms, and the normal rabble of background noise from the other guys getting dressed or ready for their match is gone. He breathing is the only sound aside from the high pitched whining he hears all the time now. His phone buzzes and also let’s out a chime to let him know a text came in. He opens his phone and it’s a message from Cesar, the kid neighbor who's mom is also his landlord.
“hope you won tonight, Champ! Moms makin tamales tomorrow for dinner. See ya then!”
He breathes in until his lungs feel like they’re going to burst and lets out a yell that makes his already sore throat, raw. In the midst of his scream, he throws the phone against the wall and it explodes, peppering him with plastic and glass shrapnel. He catches his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall and he headbutts it without thinking and it too explodes into a spider’s web of cracks. And that’s when he heard a soft gasp. He wheels around and finds Kassandra, standing with her hands clasped over her mouth, in shock, and her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. His heart drops and his stomach turns in knots. She turns to leave but is stopped by gruff bark of her name.
“Kass?!”
She slowly turns to face him and already his face is a crimson mask of blood, leaking from a gash on his forehead. He is already almost to her and she collapses into his outstretched arms when he is near her. Her body hitches with sobs as he holds her. She looks up at him, into his eyes, and mouths the words “Why?” His brow creases with a scowl and she buries her face in his shoulder.
“I know I look bad but, do I look that bad?” he asks in a hoarse whisper.
“Wh-why d-do you can-do this to yer-yourself?” she asks between sobs.
She suddenly pushes herself away from him and grabs a towel off of a nearby bench. She presses it to his forehead and tells him to hold it in place and she disappears out of the room. He is standing there, alone in the locker room, holding a towel to his bloody forehead. A minute or so later, Kassandra returns with a medic in tow. Holden signs, rolls his eyes and gives her a look that she knows means “Are you fucking kidding me?” The medic begins tending to the gash while the other two continue their talk.
“You’re better than these garbage matches, Holden.” she pleads with him. “look at who trained you, who you dad is! I mean, wrestling is in your dna! Your dad was one of the best brawlers and power guys in the business and Ethan, from what you said, is also a World class wrestler. And they both train you! You don’t have to do this shit! Look at your throat; it’s going to bruise and you can hardly talk. Why? Huh?”
The medic is working quickly, trying to finish up and get the Hell out of there. Holden has no rebuttal. He knows she’s right.
“Believe me, I get it, you’re the ‘Human Wrecking Ball' but that doesn’t mean you have to wreck yourself. I’m sorry if I’m being a bitch, or if I’m out of line, but I still worry about you and I hate watching matches like what I saw tonight….” Her voice grows thick as she chokes back more tears. “I gotta go, Holden. Call me, let’s talk and maybe get something to eat?”
He nods and she kisses him on the cheek and leaves. Holden watches and sighs as the door closes behind her.
“Almost done….” the medic gives him a heads up.
“hope you won tonight, Champ! Moms makin tamales tomorrow for dinner. See ya then!”
He breathes in until his lungs feel like they’re going to burst and lets out a yell that makes his already sore throat, raw. In the midst of his scream, he throws the phone against the wall and it explodes, peppering him with plastic and glass shrapnel. He catches his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall and he headbutts it without thinking and it too explodes into a spider’s web of cracks. And that’s when he heard a soft gasp. He wheels around and finds Kassandra, standing with her hands clasped over her mouth, in shock, and her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. His heart drops and his stomach turns in knots. She turns to leave but is stopped by gruff bark of her name.
“Kass?!”
She slowly turns to face him and already his face is a crimson mask of blood, leaking from a gash on his forehead. He is already almost to her and she collapses into his outstretched arms when he is near her. Her body hitches with sobs as he holds her. She looks up at him, into his eyes, and mouths the words “Why?” His brow creases with a scowl and she buries her face in his shoulder.
“I know I look bad but, do I look that bad?” he asks in a hoarse whisper.
“Wh-why d-do you can-do this to yer-yourself?” she asks between sobs.
She suddenly pushes herself away from him and grabs a towel off of a nearby bench. She presses it to his forehead and tells him to hold it in place and she disappears out of the room. He is standing there, alone in the locker room, holding a towel to his bloody forehead. A minute or so later, Kassandra returns with a medic in tow. Holden signs, rolls his eyes and gives her a look that she knows means “Are you fucking kidding me?” The medic begins tending to the gash while the other two continue their talk.
“You’re better than these garbage matches, Holden.” she pleads with him. “look at who trained you, who you dad is! I mean, wrestling is in your dna! Your dad was one of the best brawlers and power guys in the business and Ethan, from what you said, is also a World class wrestler. And they both train you! You don’t have to do this shit! Look at your throat; it’s going to bruise and you can hardly talk. Why? Huh?”
The medic is working quickly, trying to finish up and get the Hell out of there. Holden has no rebuttal. He knows she’s right.
“Believe me, I get it, you’re the ‘Human Wrecking Ball' but that doesn’t mean you have to wreck yourself. I’m sorry if I’m being a bitch, or if I’m out of line, but I still worry about you and I hate watching matches like what I saw tonight….” Her voice grows thick as she chokes back more tears. “I gotta go, Holden. Call me, let’s talk and maybe get something to eat?”
He nods and she kisses him on the cheek and leaves. Holden watches and sighs as the door closes behind her.
“Almost done….” the medic gives him a heads up.