Sometimes God forgets about you
Nov 5, 2018 0:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Holden Ross on Nov 5, 2018 0:15:26 GMT -5
Tessa: It’s all going to be ok baby…you’ll get another shot and you’ll reclaim that belt….
*Tessa stands behind Holden, massaging his shoulders where he is sitting at her dining table. His elbows are on the table top and his head is in his hands. Its has been a few days…just over a week…since his title loss. And he is taking it a little hard.*
It’s not so much losin the belt as much as it is to who. And how. I lost track of shit because I got too focused on Razor. That piece of shit is in my rearview now….
*He rises from his seat and turns to face her. He looms over her, her frame is that of a kids compared to his and he envelops her in a hug and kisses her on top of the head.*
Ya know something….this persona….the mohawk and ring gear….lookin like a bodybuilder in wrestling gear….that’s Frank. You’ve never met him but he was always concerned with being the most jacked guy out there. Using his strength as his main arsenal. That ain’t me…
I grew up on the streets of S.L.O. with Cholo's and bangers on every street corner. I never had nothin givin to me and this look…its more of a gimmick than anything. I need to get back to me…the real me…not the image Frank thought would help get me over. I got the muscles, sure, but they ain’t all me, ya know?
*She kisses him on the neck and hugs him tighter. He has been drinking a lot the past couple of days and has ranted like this before. Also like before, if he continues down this path of ranting about Frank, he's going to get angrier and potentially violent. Never has he even looked at her when flipping into his rages; usually bottle or dishes get smashed and her heavy bag takes a beating. She doesn’t want a repeat of the last time when the neighbors nearly called the police…
She continues to kiss him on the neck, working her way from the right side to the left before kissing her way across his cheeks and planting one on his lips. She places his hand on her ass and his anger is washed away as another thought takes over. They spend the rest of the night in the bedroom…
In the morning, aside from the hangover, Holden appears to be fine. The anger gone with the drunken haze… He has fixed them a breakfast of eggs, ham, and tator tots. When she raises a questioning eyebrow at the potato selection he only offered, “It's easier.”*
Tessa: What's going on with Tyler and Gabriel?
*He finishes chewing and washes it down with a swallow of Coke.*
Tyler? I don't know…only thing I can figure is he got greedy. I won’t be forgiving him anytime soon either. The Book may say to turn the other cheek but I still believe an eye-for-an-eye. I get my hands on that British fuck and I’m gonna rip his fuckin head off and shit down his throat!
*He emphasizes his point by slamming him fist on the table top, making the dishes jump and rattle. Tessa jumps, barely, in her seat across from him. He gives her a an ashamed grin and she reaches over to take his hand in response.*
Tessa: Baby, you know I'm behind you one hundred percent, right? He betrayed you and Seromine, no less, just like Gabriel. Gabriel betrayed you too, when he turned on Seromine. You get that, don’t you? Seromine, as much as I dislike the religious tone and Bible quotes, is responsible for getting some of the shine on you. Not to diminish your hard work but, baby, you were wrestling High Tide and Crazy Boy in filler matches! Now, you are a household name, all because of Seromine!
Technically it was Gabe, Rick, talking with Frank, that got me in with them….
Tessa: Frank made a phone call. That’s it! Seromine is the leader. The one calling the shots. He chose to bring you in and because of that, because of the spotlight widening to bring you in, you were able to become the Underground King. Not Gabe or Rick or whatever he wants to call himself this week. And you know what? You are better than that division…..
You are better than Tyler Scott too. He deserves to pay for costing you your throne. Don’t forget that. One other thing, you want to drop this look and go with whatever makes you feel more like you? I'm all for it. In fact, I got a girlfriend who can help you out…
*He smirks at her. Staring across the table at her, her hair a shambles and looking like ahe just rolled out of bed, he knows he is already falling for her. What the fuck?*
I know Seromine has done a lot for me. Both him and Rick brought me in. I owe em both…
Tessa: And Rick turned on him…like Tyler did you. That’s all I'm saying. It’s your decision, not mine, and I will back you fully either way you go. Don’t forget that, baby. And don’t forget to watch what people do rather than listening to what they say. Rick talks a good game, but like I said, he turned on Seromine. Can you trust him?
Can I trust either of em? The only one who has done me wrong is Tyler. Hell, Frank says go wit Rick. You say Seromine. *He sighs*I don’t know… I really don’t. All I do know is Tyler is living on borrowed time.
*She nods, smiling at him across the table.*
Tessa: I know, baby…
A few days later in the empty P.C.W. Arena.
*Cameras open on Holden, sitting in an empty seat in the nose bleed section with Tessa sitting in thw seat behind his right shoulder. Both of their Mohawk's are on point. She is sporting a black hoodie with the “Misfits” skull while Holden wears a Ricky Williams Miami Dolphins football jersey, with a joint tucked behind his right ear.*
I caught your lil promo after the show last week. You’re right, I am a lil pissed. Pissed that I lost my belt without ever having been pinned. Pissed that my stablemate turned his back on me and, even worse, attacked me and tried to capitalize. I'm pissed that I was even put into that situation in the first place; a 6 pack challenge. It was set up against me in the first place, designed so that I would lose. Management made sure of it as punishment for aligning myself with Seromine and for my Cannabis use.
*He smirks before plucking the joint from behind his ear and pops it between his lips. Tessa leans forward and sparks a lighter, lighting the joint for him. He takes a long pull before passing it back to Tessa. He exhales a large cloud into the air before continuing.*
Of course I'm not happy that I lost that belt but, like I said before, I am better than that division. I will gladly take that belt back. It’s a Hell of a pay bump, for sure, but I don’t need that belt. I don’t need it to prove I am better than the both of you. Also, like I said before, this ain’t some backwoods fed full of hicks. It’s only a couple steps higher but you are just a guppy in the big wide ocean, numbnuts. And Dave, your performance at the last show left a lot to be desired…
As for the Champ, keep it warm for me and don't get too used to that weight around your waist. I'll be takin it back soon enough. You ain’t cut out to carry my boots let alone my belt. To be honest, you’re a fucking disgrace, and I ain’t got shit to say to you…
*She hands him back the joint which he gladly takes and again draws a long hit from it. A muffled buzzing sound, the sound of a phone on vibrate, can be heard and Holden fishes his phone from his pocket. He scowls at it before tucking it back in the pocket of his jeans.*
Ill see ya soon, boys. Death rides a pale horse. War a blood colored one. That would make my steed a pale, blood red horse. I am the reaper…and I am coming….
*Tessa cackles like a loon as the scene fades to black. Shortly later they are exiting the arena and Holden is listening to the voicemail left by the unknown number.*
The fuck? It’s David Hunter….
*Tessa stands behind Holden, massaging his shoulders where he is sitting at her dining table. His elbows are on the table top and his head is in his hands. Its has been a few days…just over a week…since his title loss. And he is taking it a little hard.*
It’s not so much losin the belt as much as it is to who. And how. I lost track of shit because I got too focused on Razor. That piece of shit is in my rearview now….
*He rises from his seat and turns to face her. He looms over her, her frame is that of a kids compared to his and he envelops her in a hug and kisses her on top of the head.*
Ya know something….this persona….the mohawk and ring gear….lookin like a bodybuilder in wrestling gear….that’s Frank. You’ve never met him but he was always concerned with being the most jacked guy out there. Using his strength as his main arsenal. That ain’t me…
I grew up on the streets of S.L.O. with Cholo's and bangers on every street corner. I never had nothin givin to me and this look…its more of a gimmick than anything. I need to get back to me…the real me…not the image Frank thought would help get me over. I got the muscles, sure, but they ain’t all me, ya know?
*She kisses him on the neck and hugs him tighter. He has been drinking a lot the past couple of days and has ranted like this before. Also like before, if he continues down this path of ranting about Frank, he's going to get angrier and potentially violent. Never has he even looked at her when flipping into his rages; usually bottle or dishes get smashed and her heavy bag takes a beating. She doesn’t want a repeat of the last time when the neighbors nearly called the police…
She continues to kiss him on the neck, working her way from the right side to the left before kissing her way across his cheeks and planting one on his lips. She places his hand on her ass and his anger is washed away as another thought takes over. They spend the rest of the night in the bedroom…
In the morning, aside from the hangover, Holden appears to be fine. The anger gone with the drunken haze… He has fixed them a breakfast of eggs, ham, and tator tots. When she raises a questioning eyebrow at the potato selection he only offered, “It's easier.”*
Tessa: What's going on with Tyler and Gabriel?
*He finishes chewing and washes it down with a swallow of Coke.*
Tyler? I don't know…only thing I can figure is he got greedy. I won’t be forgiving him anytime soon either. The Book may say to turn the other cheek but I still believe an eye-for-an-eye. I get my hands on that British fuck and I’m gonna rip his fuckin head off and shit down his throat!
*He emphasizes his point by slamming him fist on the table top, making the dishes jump and rattle. Tessa jumps, barely, in her seat across from him. He gives her a an ashamed grin and she reaches over to take his hand in response.*
Tessa: Baby, you know I'm behind you one hundred percent, right? He betrayed you and Seromine, no less, just like Gabriel. Gabriel betrayed you too, when he turned on Seromine. You get that, don’t you? Seromine, as much as I dislike the religious tone and Bible quotes, is responsible for getting some of the shine on you. Not to diminish your hard work but, baby, you were wrestling High Tide and Crazy Boy in filler matches! Now, you are a household name, all because of Seromine!
Technically it was Gabe, Rick, talking with Frank, that got me in with them….
Tessa: Frank made a phone call. That’s it! Seromine is the leader. The one calling the shots. He chose to bring you in and because of that, because of the spotlight widening to bring you in, you were able to become the Underground King. Not Gabe or Rick or whatever he wants to call himself this week. And you know what? You are better than that division…..
You are better than Tyler Scott too. He deserves to pay for costing you your throne. Don’t forget that. One other thing, you want to drop this look and go with whatever makes you feel more like you? I'm all for it. In fact, I got a girlfriend who can help you out…
*He smirks at her. Staring across the table at her, her hair a shambles and looking like ahe just rolled out of bed, he knows he is already falling for her. What the fuck?*
I know Seromine has done a lot for me. Both him and Rick brought me in. I owe em both…
Tessa: And Rick turned on him…like Tyler did you. That’s all I'm saying. It’s your decision, not mine, and I will back you fully either way you go. Don’t forget that, baby. And don’t forget to watch what people do rather than listening to what they say. Rick talks a good game, but like I said, he turned on Seromine. Can you trust him?
Can I trust either of em? The only one who has done me wrong is Tyler. Hell, Frank says go wit Rick. You say Seromine. *He sighs*I don’t know… I really don’t. All I do know is Tyler is living on borrowed time.
*She nods, smiling at him across the table.*
Tessa: I know, baby…
A few days later in the empty P.C.W. Arena.
*Cameras open on Holden, sitting in an empty seat in the nose bleed section with Tessa sitting in thw seat behind his right shoulder. Both of their Mohawk's are on point. She is sporting a black hoodie with the “Misfits” skull while Holden wears a Ricky Williams Miami Dolphins football jersey, with a joint tucked behind his right ear.*
I caught your lil promo after the show last week. You’re right, I am a lil pissed. Pissed that I lost my belt without ever having been pinned. Pissed that my stablemate turned his back on me and, even worse, attacked me and tried to capitalize. I'm pissed that I was even put into that situation in the first place; a 6 pack challenge. It was set up against me in the first place, designed so that I would lose. Management made sure of it as punishment for aligning myself with Seromine and for my Cannabis use.
*He smirks before plucking the joint from behind his ear and pops it between his lips. Tessa leans forward and sparks a lighter, lighting the joint for him. He takes a long pull before passing it back to Tessa. He exhales a large cloud into the air before continuing.*
Of course I'm not happy that I lost that belt but, like I said before, I am better than that division. I will gladly take that belt back. It’s a Hell of a pay bump, for sure, but I don’t need that belt. I don’t need it to prove I am better than the both of you. Also, like I said before, this ain’t some backwoods fed full of hicks. It’s only a couple steps higher but you are just a guppy in the big wide ocean, numbnuts. And Dave, your performance at the last show left a lot to be desired…
As for the Champ, keep it warm for me and don't get too used to that weight around your waist. I'll be takin it back soon enough. You ain’t cut out to carry my boots let alone my belt. To be honest, you’re a fucking disgrace, and I ain’t got shit to say to you…
*She hands him back the joint which he gladly takes and again draws a long hit from it. A muffled buzzing sound, the sound of a phone on vibrate, can be heard and Holden fishes his phone from his pocket. He scowls at it before tucking it back in the pocket of his jeans.*
Ill see ya soon, boys. Death rides a pale horse. War a blood colored one. That would make my steed a pale, blood red horse. I am the reaper…and I am coming….
*Tessa cackles like a loon as the scene fades to black. Shortly later they are exiting the arena and Holden is listening to the voicemail left by the unknown number.*
The fuck? It’s David Hunter….