Post by Holden Ross on Aug 26, 2019 18:41:14 GMT -5
“You are where?!” Malcolm nearly lost his cool and almost yelled into his Bluetooth headset. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be going up there……but....look....Hold-….You….”
Holden presses the “End Call” button on the screen of his phone before placing it on the bench he is sitting on. He is in a gym in Delaware, of all places, sharpening the blade of his Underground combat skills. Taking some time off dulled his edge and one must always stay sharp in the Game. And in this Division, one must also stay hungry, blood thirsty. And so, Holden Ross boarded a plane in Charlotte and flew North, eventually ending up in Delaware where the nations most violent wrestlers converge. Congregate. Spill blood in offering to the violent grapplers of the past.
Holden hasn’t spoken to Doc Malcolm in nearly two weeks, a clear violation of his court ordered counseling (he has to stay in contact at least once a week). Thankfully the good Doc hasn't contacted the courts and is only a little pissed about Holden heading North. Holden knows his first meeting with the Doc, upon his return, is going to be an ass chewing of epic proportions but it’s worth it to get back into ring shape. His first match back and it’s Tag match with David as his partner against the Juggernaut, Dominator, and the newest member of the roster and current Underground King, Elijah Dixon.
The World was reintroduced to P.C.W.’s self proclaimed ”Greatest Tag Team” after assaulting both Dom and Dixon. Since, Holden has not only flown to Delaware to “sharpen his edge” but has also undergone somewhat of a makeover, thanks to Tabitha, P.C.W.’s ring girl as well as part time squeeze of “The Bastard.” His hair has been cut short, the black biker jacket replaced with a much more expensive (and less rough looking) red leather jacket, and the leather mask has been discarded (the last remnant of Seromine's influence over Ross.) Tabitha, in fact, tagged along for the trip and has been warming up to Holden once again, now that he seems to have gotten his act cleaned up.
She watches him with the hint of a smile on her lips, unaware of the expression of joy adding more beauty to her already stunning face. She winces later, watching him both take, and give, numerous beatings using chairs, tables, ladders, and many other tools of the trade. Her stomach turns eventually when several stitches are needed to close a gash along his hairline. She was falling for him and she knew it. Whether she let herself fall completely has yet to be decided.
That night in their hotel room, Tabitha is rubbing the kinks and aches out of the muscles of Holden's neck when his phone rings. “Doc” reads the caller i.d. and Holden silences it before tossing it on the table top in front of him. Her hands stop working their magic and he takes notice p.d.q.
“What's up? Do your hands hurt? Cause if so-“ he asks, concerned.
“My hands are fine….why didn’t you answer him? That’s the third time today….” Comes her reply.
He lets out a sigh.
“I don’t need any of his shit right now. I've had a great couple of weeks of training up here, you and I are getting on a lot better than ever before…. I…I just don’t want to hear how coming up here was impulsive and a mistake. It wasn’t! And in my match with Dave against Dom and Dixon I'll prove exactly that!” Holden replies, his eyes alight like she's never seen before.
“But…..” it's her turn to sigh.
“But what?”
“But....but what if Malcolm isn’t worried about your match and is more worried about you, Holden, the person? Not Holden Ross, the character?” her voice is barely audible as she is nervous to ask what she has been thinking about for some time. “Malcolm doesn’t care about your wrestling match. He cares about making sure all the wires in your head are connected correctly and that you are complying with the courts. You can’t forget that; he is only trying to do what he thinks is medically best for you….”
“I know…but…I know…..” is all he can muster.
“So do i….” She pulled back when his addictions flared up. She’s the one who said they needed space. She knows he has spent time with the women at his club. She’s not happy but, if he ain't hers, she can’t complain. She leans down and begins kissing him softly on his neck, fully prepared to work out some other kinks, and fall asleep in each others arms.
A candid video, shot on a cell phone most likely, shows Holden sitting in a chair at an airport somewhere. He is sporting a cut-off pair of black Dickies, a Ghostemane hoodie, and black and white Chucks. His red rimmed eyes are at half mast and glassy. An unknown female voice is heard from off camera.
“You ready for these two?” she says with a laugh.
Holden was wearing the slightest hint of a smirk but it quickly grows into a full on toothy grin. Holden shakes his head, such a small shake of the head it was almost imperceptible.
“More like, are they ready for us?! Dom and the Greenie…thinkin they can beat me and David? They musta bumped their damn heads! This week, we gotta surprise in store for these two assholes. You can be sure of that. Me and David are always one step ahead….”
We shall see….
Holden presses the “End Call” button on the screen of his phone before placing it on the bench he is sitting on. He is in a gym in Delaware, of all places, sharpening the blade of his Underground combat skills. Taking some time off dulled his edge and one must always stay sharp in the Game. And in this Division, one must also stay hungry, blood thirsty. And so, Holden Ross boarded a plane in Charlotte and flew North, eventually ending up in Delaware where the nations most violent wrestlers converge. Congregate. Spill blood in offering to the violent grapplers of the past.
Holden hasn’t spoken to Doc Malcolm in nearly two weeks, a clear violation of his court ordered counseling (he has to stay in contact at least once a week). Thankfully the good Doc hasn't contacted the courts and is only a little pissed about Holden heading North. Holden knows his first meeting with the Doc, upon his return, is going to be an ass chewing of epic proportions but it’s worth it to get back into ring shape. His first match back and it’s Tag match with David as his partner against the Juggernaut, Dominator, and the newest member of the roster and current Underground King, Elijah Dixon.
The World was reintroduced to P.C.W.’s self proclaimed ”Greatest Tag Team” after assaulting both Dom and Dixon. Since, Holden has not only flown to Delaware to “sharpen his edge” but has also undergone somewhat of a makeover, thanks to Tabitha, P.C.W.’s ring girl as well as part time squeeze of “The Bastard.” His hair has been cut short, the black biker jacket replaced with a much more expensive (and less rough looking) red leather jacket, and the leather mask has been discarded (the last remnant of Seromine's influence over Ross.) Tabitha, in fact, tagged along for the trip and has been warming up to Holden once again, now that he seems to have gotten his act cleaned up.
She watches him with the hint of a smile on her lips, unaware of the expression of joy adding more beauty to her already stunning face. She winces later, watching him both take, and give, numerous beatings using chairs, tables, ladders, and many other tools of the trade. Her stomach turns eventually when several stitches are needed to close a gash along his hairline. She was falling for him and she knew it. Whether she let herself fall completely has yet to be decided.
That night in their hotel room, Tabitha is rubbing the kinks and aches out of the muscles of Holden's neck when his phone rings. “Doc” reads the caller i.d. and Holden silences it before tossing it on the table top in front of him. Her hands stop working their magic and he takes notice p.d.q.
“What's up? Do your hands hurt? Cause if so-“ he asks, concerned.
“My hands are fine….why didn’t you answer him? That’s the third time today….” Comes her reply.
He lets out a sigh.
“I don’t need any of his shit right now. I've had a great couple of weeks of training up here, you and I are getting on a lot better than ever before…. I…I just don’t want to hear how coming up here was impulsive and a mistake. It wasn’t! And in my match with Dave against Dom and Dixon I'll prove exactly that!” Holden replies, his eyes alight like she's never seen before.
“But…..” it's her turn to sigh.
“But what?”
“But....but what if Malcolm isn’t worried about your match and is more worried about you, Holden, the person? Not Holden Ross, the character?” her voice is barely audible as she is nervous to ask what she has been thinking about for some time. “Malcolm doesn’t care about your wrestling match. He cares about making sure all the wires in your head are connected correctly and that you are complying with the courts. You can’t forget that; he is only trying to do what he thinks is medically best for you….”
“I know…but…I know…..” is all he can muster.
“So do i….” She pulled back when his addictions flared up. She’s the one who said they needed space. She knows he has spent time with the women at his club. She’s not happy but, if he ain't hers, she can’t complain. She leans down and begins kissing him softly on his neck, fully prepared to work out some other kinks, and fall asleep in each others arms.
A candid video, shot on a cell phone most likely, shows Holden sitting in a chair at an airport somewhere. He is sporting a cut-off pair of black Dickies, a Ghostemane hoodie, and black and white Chucks. His red rimmed eyes are at half mast and glassy. An unknown female voice is heard from off camera.
“You ready for these two?” she says with a laugh.
Holden was wearing the slightest hint of a smirk but it quickly grows into a full on toothy grin. Holden shakes his head, such a small shake of the head it was almost imperceptible.
“More like, are they ready for us?! Dom and the Greenie…thinkin they can beat me and David? They musta bumped their damn heads! This week, we gotta surprise in store for these two assholes. You can be sure of that. Me and David are always one step ahead….”
We shall see….