Post by Holden Ross on Dec 16, 2019 23:56:44 GMT -5
The scene opens on the Underground Championship, resting on the seat of Holden’s Throne. The camera then pans to the left where Holden is standing. A beam of light shines down from above, illuminating him in the darkness of the night. He is clad in jeans and a baggy black hoodie and is puffing on a cigar, not a blunt. He exhales a cloud of smoke into the air and it is scattered and whisked away in the soft breeze.
“Once again, Razor and I share a dance for my crown. The last time we met I nearly killed him.” He takes another long pull from the cigar before pitching it off camera. “And no amount of favors to David will save your ass this week. He may have a soft spot for you but, me, I'd just as soon split your wig with my axe handle as I would use gas to try to put you out if you were on fire. I don’t like you, Razor, and if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve to carry my bags let alone climb into my ring.
That’s right, my ring. My kingdom. My…ahem....yard. I’ve proven time and time again that, against me, you are going to come out of this needing stitches and a pint or two of blood. But, hey, you and I will go out there and once again, spill our blood for the idiots in attendance. Granted, you will spill more than me, but it will be spilled just the same….”
He moves to his Throne and picks up the Underground belt before slinging it over his shoulder. He takes a seat after pulling his hood up. He grins like a shark approaching its next meal as he stares into the camera.
“Rick, I hope you’re watching. I hope you pay very close attention to what I do to this chump….I should be you. We've tried to kill each other for a long time now and, though I don’t get it, you wont fucking die! But thick pile of shit isn’t you, Rick. And whatever happens to him is on you. You hear me, Rick? It’s on you. It will be one of us, Rick, who takes things too far. It will be one of us carried out of that arena in a body bag. Razor is just a warm up for what is waiting for you. Pray for him, Rick, if you still believe in that shit. He is gonna need it….”
Holden rises from his seat and picks up an axe handle from where it was leaning against the back of the Throne, off camera. The business end has barbed wire wrapped around it, as well and chain intertwined. He smiles up at the meshwork or wire and chain with anticipation of using it on his opponent….
“Once again, Razor and I share a dance for my crown. The last time we met I nearly killed him.” He takes another long pull from the cigar before pitching it off camera. “And no amount of favors to David will save your ass this week. He may have a soft spot for you but, me, I'd just as soon split your wig with my axe handle as I would use gas to try to put you out if you were on fire. I don’t like you, Razor, and if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve to carry my bags let alone climb into my ring.
That’s right, my ring. My kingdom. My…ahem....yard. I’ve proven time and time again that, against me, you are going to come out of this needing stitches and a pint or two of blood. But, hey, you and I will go out there and once again, spill our blood for the idiots in attendance. Granted, you will spill more than me, but it will be spilled just the same….”
He moves to his Throne and picks up the Underground belt before slinging it over his shoulder. He takes a seat after pulling his hood up. He grins like a shark approaching its next meal as he stares into the camera.
“Rick, I hope you’re watching. I hope you pay very close attention to what I do to this chump….I should be you. We've tried to kill each other for a long time now and, though I don’t get it, you wont fucking die! But thick pile of shit isn’t you, Rick. And whatever happens to him is on you. You hear me, Rick? It’s on you. It will be one of us, Rick, who takes things too far. It will be one of us carried out of that arena in a body bag. Razor is just a warm up for what is waiting for you. Pray for him, Rick, if you still believe in that shit. He is gonna need it….”
Holden rises from his seat and picks up an axe handle from where it was leaning against the back of the Throne, off camera. The business end has barbed wire wrapped around it, as well and chain intertwined. He smiles up at the meshwork or wire and chain with anticipation of using it on his opponent….