Post by Holden Ross on Jul 15, 2018 15:26:46 GMT -5
Forty-five minutes post Trauma, Thursday, July Sixth. Rear parking lot of the P.C.W. arena.
*Cameras open on Shane Dodge as he walks briskly through a parking lot towards a very stocky man, who looks very much like a walking boulder. Shane is about twenty feet behind the man when he calls out.*
Shane: Excuse me! Holden?!
*The walking boulder pauses and pivots on his left foot. His Mohawk is on point and his eyes are at half mast. He sports a black wife-beater, cut-off "Dickies" shorts, black socks and all black Chucks. Pinched between his lips is a hand rolled "cigarette."*
Shane: Gotta minute?
*Holden smirks.*
Sure, what's up?
*He taps the "cigarette" and a bit of ash falls to the ground. Shane gives a quick glance back at the camera to make sure they are good to go.*
Shane: Welcome, ladies and gents, Shane Dodge here with the man who won a huge upset here tonight, none other than Holden Ross himself. Holden, you have got to be on cloud nine after your win tonight.
*Holden nods in agreement while taking a long drag.*
Shane: I was just informed, right before I stopped you, that you will be competing for the Underground Championship against Dominator. Any thoughts?
*Holden's grin slips briefly before he flicks his smoke away with obvious irritation.*
Are you kidding me?
Shane: It was just announced....
*His grin curls into a sneer and the wave of irritation is gone.*
You want my thoughts? How about, I am expected to go out there and lose, because of the match he has for the belt at the pay per view. It's already a forgone conclusion that I am a warm up for him, is it not?
Well, I'ma tell ya this right now; I'm no push over and I won't be taken lightly. Ask that piece of shit I beat tonight. Tyrone thought he was going to breeze right past me. Look what happened with him?
My second match against contracted P.C.W. stars and I'm facing the man who destroys almost everyone he faces. A true juggernaut if this company ever saw one. Almost guaranteed to smoke your average newcomer....
Except I ain't your average newcomer. My father relied on his size and strength. Much like Dom....only Dom does it better. Me, I have the size and the strength; my only downfall is how green I am. Somehow though, I don't think this match is gonna be a technical marvel no matter how hard we try.
*Holden walks over to a waiting navy blue Chevy Avalanch and heads for the passenger side. The steady thump of bass can be heard from within. All windows are tinted limo black and the vehicle is riding on polished twenty-three inch rims. The Bastard opens the door to a cute, petite blonde, a haze a smoke and the music grows exponentially louder; Big Poppa's "Who Shot Ya?" As Holden climbs in he turns back to the camera.*
I don't give a rat's ass who they put me up against. I proved last week I'm better than anyone they throw me in the ring with and I put their old dog out to pasture. This week they want me to face the Juggernaut of P.C.W.?
*He looks over his shoulder at the blonde who blows a kiss at him.*
What's management gonna do when they have to reschedule their Underground Championship bout at the pay per view? I am a spoiler. Just as I am a bastard. Have been all my life. Right now, I gotta get goin; don't wanna keep her waiting....
*The door closes and Shane backs up a step or two as the Avalanche backs out of the parking spot before pulling out, into the night.*
Shane: Holden Ross sounds fired up and more than ready for the Underground King, Dominator! Hopefully his confidence helps him because Dom has been a problem for everyone he has faced..
*The scene fades to black.*
Saturday, July fourteenth, nine forty-two p.m. approximately.
*Sitting in his hotel room, Holden is perched on the edge of a wooden chair, probably pine, with a package wrapped in plain brown paper sitting in front of him. He rips the wrapping off like a kid on Christmas morning and is rewarded with a plain brown box for his efforts. The lid slides off of the box, revealing six mason jars with gold colored tin lids, like you would use for canning.
He carefully lifts a jar from out of the box and grins broadly at the contents within: one once of the finest indoor cannabis in two thousand miles. His dad came through, big time! He grins at the blonde who is stretched out on the bed.*
Blonde: Happy?
*He only nods as he breaks the seal on the jar, flooding the room with the scent of the sticky green goodness within. A grin dances across his lips.*
This smells dank! Frank sure knows what the Hell he's talkin about when it comes to good weed.
*He eagerly loads a bowl into a glass bong, nothing fancy, clear glass with a pull carb. The blonde, Kinsey, crosses the room and kisses him on the side of the head before heading into the bathroom. As he fires up the bowl, the shower starts up in the other room and her beckoning voice drifts into the room.*
Kinsey: Are you going to join me? Or am I going to have to shower alone?
Coming!
*He exhales a cloud of smoke through his grin as he heads for the shower....*
*Cameras open on Shane Dodge as he walks briskly through a parking lot towards a very stocky man, who looks very much like a walking boulder. Shane is about twenty feet behind the man when he calls out.*
Shane: Excuse me! Holden?!
*The walking boulder pauses and pivots on his left foot. His Mohawk is on point and his eyes are at half mast. He sports a black wife-beater, cut-off "Dickies" shorts, black socks and all black Chucks. Pinched between his lips is a hand rolled "cigarette."*
Shane: Gotta minute?
*Holden smirks.*
Sure, what's up?
*He taps the "cigarette" and a bit of ash falls to the ground. Shane gives a quick glance back at the camera to make sure they are good to go.*
Shane: Welcome, ladies and gents, Shane Dodge here with the man who won a huge upset here tonight, none other than Holden Ross himself. Holden, you have got to be on cloud nine after your win tonight.
*Holden nods in agreement while taking a long drag.*
Shane: I was just informed, right before I stopped you, that you will be competing for the Underground Championship against Dominator. Any thoughts?
*Holden's grin slips briefly before he flicks his smoke away with obvious irritation.*
Are you kidding me?
Shane: It was just announced....
*His grin curls into a sneer and the wave of irritation is gone.*
You want my thoughts? How about, I am expected to go out there and lose, because of the match he has for the belt at the pay per view. It's already a forgone conclusion that I am a warm up for him, is it not?
Well, I'ma tell ya this right now; I'm no push over and I won't be taken lightly. Ask that piece of shit I beat tonight. Tyrone thought he was going to breeze right past me. Look what happened with him?
My second match against contracted P.C.W. stars and I'm facing the man who destroys almost everyone he faces. A true juggernaut if this company ever saw one. Almost guaranteed to smoke your average newcomer....
Except I ain't your average newcomer. My father relied on his size and strength. Much like Dom....only Dom does it better. Me, I have the size and the strength; my only downfall is how green I am. Somehow though, I don't think this match is gonna be a technical marvel no matter how hard we try.
*Holden walks over to a waiting navy blue Chevy Avalanch and heads for the passenger side. The steady thump of bass can be heard from within. All windows are tinted limo black and the vehicle is riding on polished twenty-three inch rims. The Bastard opens the door to a cute, petite blonde, a haze a smoke and the music grows exponentially louder; Big Poppa's "Who Shot Ya?" As Holden climbs in he turns back to the camera.*
I don't give a rat's ass who they put me up against. I proved last week I'm better than anyone they throw me in the ring with and I put their old dog out to pasture. This week they want me to face the Juggernaut of P.C.W.?
*He looks over his shoulder at the blonde who blows a kiss at him.*
What's management gonna do when they have to reschedule their Underground Championship bout at the pay per view? I am a spoiler. Just as I am a bastard. Have been all my life. Right now, I gotta get goin; don't wanna keep her waiting....
*The door closes and Shane backs up a step or two as the Avalanche backs out of the parking spot before pulling out, into the night.*
Shane: Holden Ross sounds fired up and more than ready for the Underground King, Dominator! Hopefully his confidence helps him because Dom has been a problem for everyone he has faced..
*The scene fades to black.*
Saturday, July fourteenth, nine forty-two p.m. approximately.
*Sitting in his hotel room, Holden is perched on the edge of a wooden chair, probably pine, with a package wrapped in plain brown paper sitting in front of him. He rips the wrapping off like a kid on Christmas morning and is rewarded with a plain brown box for his efforts. The lid slides off of the box, revealing six mason jars with gold colored tin lids, like you would use for canning.
He carefully lifts a jar from out of the box and grins broadly at the contents within: one once of the finest indoor cannabis in two thousand miles. His dad came through, big time! He grins at the blonde who is stretched out on the bed.*
Blonde: Happy?
*He only nods as he breaks the seal on the jar, flooding the room with the scent of the sticky green goodness within. A grin dances across his lips.*
This smells dank! Frank sure knows what the Hell he's talkin about when it comes to good weed.
*He eagerly loads a bowl into a glass bong, nothing fancy, clear glass with a pull carb. The blonde, Kinsey, crosses the room and kisses him on the side of the head before heading into the bathroom. As he fires up the bowl, the shower starts up in the other room and her beckoning voice drifts into the room.*
Kinsey: Are you going to join me? Or am I going to have to shower alone?
Coming!
*He exhales a cloud of smoke through his grin as he heads for the shower....*