The deposed King on Podcast (Part One v Gerry)
May 3, 2020 22:07:57 GMT -5
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Post by Holden Ross on May 3, 2020 22:07:57 GMT -5
“That’s it! Transition! YES! Now, LOCK IT IN!”
Sensei Marcus, the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu trainer at this dojo excitedly guides Holden as he locks in a cross armbar on his training partner who quickly taps and is just as quickly released from the hold. The two men roll onto their feet and rise, bowing to each other in respect, and they return to the sideline with the rest of the students. Holden is the oldest but, due to his wrestling, is in the best shape.
Marcus: Great job tonight, everybody! Carla, your heel hook is looking sick! And Tyson, don’t worry about that flub, you’ll get it next time. I want you all to make sure you’re eating properly and make sure you’re getting your running in.” He high fives, fist bumps, and gives a hug to a few of his students as they begin to file out the door. Holden has a few teenage boys following him like pilot fish shadowing a great white. He poses for selfies, mean mugging for the camera while holding a fist up next to their heads, mocking a devastating blow being delivered. As the crowd begins to thin and Holden approaches Marcus, who is picking up forgotten hitting pads off of the floor.
“What's up?” he asks as they make for the small office.
“Me being here isn’t too much of a distraction, is it? I mean, I get it if you want me to train somewhere else or at a different time or somethin….”
“Your money is green, right?” he asks as he plops into a squeaky old office chair. “What I mean is; you're just like everyone else, as far as I’m concerned. And, besides, business has picked up a little since you joined. If even one of the hangers on sticks it out, it’s worth it. I know a small circus follows you around, being a wrestler and all, but you could use your “fame” for good around here, ya know?”
Holden mulls his words over for a few before taking his cue to leave.
“ I’m gonna head out. See ya in a couple days…”
“Take it easy, Holden.”
“And if it’s easy, take it twice…” Holden fires a finger-gun at Marcus as he crosses the room. Stepping outside, a breeze has picked up, and the smell of wood smoke tickles his nose. He starts up the street, headed for home, and his phone buzzes. It’s a text from Ethan Andrews, one of his Father's best friends and one of the people responsible for his wrestling training. “Hope you're doing well, Kid. Heard you hit a rough patch. Call me sometime. Also, have you heard from Frank recently? I can’t reach him… Take care -E”
Holden scowls, looking at the message, he in fact hasn't heard from Frank in a while. He starts to dial him when a call comes in; “Chris Seger – Podcast.” He answers and forgets about calling Frank. Chris has a show invite and they discuss it on the rest of his walk home. Caesar was waiting on the stoop, with a soccer ball, but Holden passed on the offer to play and the boy was just as happy to bump knuckles with his new “best friend” as he was to play. Holden was able to hang up with Chris long enough to smoke a blunt and crack a cold P.B.R. before Chris called back.
“Ladies and Germs! Tonight we have been covering all of the hot news in the wrestling business. The rumors that C.W.A.'s Hall of Famer, “Scavenger,” may be making his way back to the squared circle with his chair and plant in tow! We also discussed Alexa Black making her return to Pure Class Wrestling and has put the whole company on notice.
And, speaking of P.C.W., tonight’s call in guest is the former King of the Underground. He is The Bastard. The Human Wrecking Ball. He is Holden Ross! And he will be calling in after the break. So, stay tuned! And later, in our “Where are they now?” segment, we will be discussing “Chris Champion.” His rise in N.L.C.W., his Hall of Fame career, and what he is currently doing in retirement across the pond in jolly ‘ol England! Stay tuned for all that and more! This is the “Canvas Crawlers Podcast and I am your host, Chris “Don’t call me Bob” Seger.
A cringe-inducing commercial for ”Adam and Eve,” hosted by Chris airs.
“And we are back in time for our Main Event! We have Holden Ross on FaceTime and we're going to be putting his feet to the fire, so to speak. Holden, are you there, buddy?”
He is heard coughing before he answers.
“What’s up, Chris? How ya doin?”
“I don’t have many complaints! Let’s get right to it; you have been pitted against your stablemate, Gerard Angelo, in the semi finals of the “Iceman Invitational Tournament” after Gerry won the Battle Royale last week. The question is as old as time and has probably been asked of you before but will this cause friction within Pandæmonium?”
“No chance, Chris. That’s exactly what upper brass is hoping for, the dissolution of our little group, but it won’t happen. When I first approached David, I was looking to start a faction of like minded brothers. We are the Forgotten. The Overlooked. The Dismissed. And at the beginning, David and I were content wrecking anyone who we felt would further our agenda. And we did. All the while, Gerry was toiling in the upper ranks of the company, playing to the crowd, trying to be what management and the fans, wanted.
Me and Dave, we saw him treading water, frustrated. We saw management tossing him bricks to hold while treading water. The whole time dangling the World Title like a life vest just out of reach. They would lower it to where he could almost grab it and then toss another brick. We saw, just under the surface, his resentment and spite. And we offered branch to rescue. He seized it and we pulled him to shore. And the three of us began a new path of Chaos. We put guys on the shelf. Some permanently and others, like Kyle, limped back….”
Chris takes the pause where Holden is lighting a new blunt, to interject himself. “So, you're saying, you founded Pandæmonium? It was originally your idea?”
“It doesn’t matter who's idea it was. It doesn’t matter who founded it. What does matter is Loki and the rest of management don’t want us putting guys on the shelf.”
“It's not the best business model, to be honest, Holden.” Chris replies.
“If they can’t hack it they shouldn’t be in the business. We have completely changed the face of the company, the trajectory of where they were planning things to go. And we aren’t finished, not by a long shot.”
“You feel your solidarity will hold through this coming match?” Chris sounds skeptical.
“Chris, I can tell you this much; we have already discussed this situation and the man who has the best shot at winning is going forward. No hard feelings. No bitterness. We have plans in place to assure it…”
“If we could look into a crystal ball and read the future, what would we see, for Holden Ross?”
There is a brief pause.
“I will be, once again, sitting on my throne, reigning over Pure Class as the Underground King. Pandæmonium is thriving. And Rick Majors is crippled somewhere, begging for money on a street corner….fuck Rick Majors….”
They both laugh.
“And, should you come out the victor, you will move on to face either Kyle Shane or Grimm. You recently had a mini-feud with Grimm where he-“ Chris is cut off.
“Where he what?!” Holden cuts him off.
“Where he…uhm…where-where he..uh…beat you before Brenna Gordon returned and jumped you. We didn’t see you for over a month after that…” Chris stammers.
“I was off of t.v. because of persona, legal matters.” Holden retorts.
“It wasn’t a wellness violation?”
There is only dead air.
“Holden? Are you there?” Chris asks.
“Yeah, I'm here.”
“So, you weren’t suspended due to a wellness violation?” Chris persists undaunted.
“I got a violation. I went to inpatient rehab for thirty days. So what? One thing had nothing to do with the other.” Holden insists.
“Timing must be a coincidence?” Chris continues.
“Must be. What's your point, Chris?”
“I’m just askin some questions is all. Tryin to keep my listeners the best informed audience in all of pro wrestling. I meant no offense and I appreciate you coming on the show and so graciously giving up your time. You’re our most popular guest; you’ve been on the show more than anyone else!” he has switched to damage control and is trying to kiss ass without sounding like he is kissing ass.
“I love your show and listen to it every week. It’s one of the only steady things I got goin on in my life right now; your show and my job!”
“Well, Holden, I thank you for your time. We are going to have to continue on but we all look forward to the next time you call in.” All of the tension has melted from Chris's voice.
“If you want, I can stay on a talk a little longer. My guest wont be here for about another half hour or so….”
“Fuck it! Lets do it!” the audio crackles when Chris suddenly yells. “Okay, folks. Normally I begin wrapping up my podcast after the interview but my guest, “The Bastard” Holden Ross is our guest and is willin to keep talkin and so are we! Let's go to a break and we will be right back with more of Holden Ross on the “Canvas Crawlers Podcast!”
The show goes to a commercial for NOS energy drinks hosted by Chris as well.
Sensei Marcus, the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu trainer at this dojo excitedly guides Holden as he locks in a cross armbar on his training partner who quickly taps and is just as quickly released from the hold. The two men roll onto their feet and rise, bowing to each other in respect, and they return to the sideline with the rest of the students. Holden is the oldest but, due to his wrestling, is in the best shape.
Marcus: Great job tonight, everybody! Carla, your heel hook is looking sick! And Tyson, don’t worry about that flub, you’ll get it next time. I want you all to make sure you’re eating properly and make sure you’re getting your running in.” He high fives, fist bumps, and gives a hug to a few of his students as they begin to file out the door. Holden has a few teenage boys following him like pilot fish shadowing a great white. He poses for selfies, mean mugging for the camera while holding a fist up next to their heads, mocking a devastating blow being delivered. As the crowd begins to thin and Holden approaches Marcus, who is picking up forgotten hitting pads off of the floor.
“What's up?” he asks as they make for the small office.
“Me being here isn’t too much of a distraction, is it? I mean, I get it if you want me to train somewhere else or at a different time or somethin….”
“Your money is green, right?” he asks as he plops into a squeaky old office chair. “What I mean is; you're just like everyone else, as far as I’m concerned. And, besides, business has picked up a little since you joined. If even one of the hangers on sticks it out, it’s worth it. I know a small circus follows you around, being a wrestler and all, but you could use your “fame” for good around here, ya know?”
Holden mulls his words over for a few before taking his cue to leave.
“ I’m gonna head out. See ya in a couple days…”
“Take it easy, Holden.”
“And if it’s easy, take it twice…” Holden fires a finger-gun at Marcus as he crosses the room. Stepping outside, a breeze has picked up, and the smell of wood smoke tickles his nose. He starts up the street, headed for home, and his phone buzzes. It’s a text from Ethan Andrews, one of his Father's best friends and one of the people responsible for his wrestling training. “Hope you're doing well, Kid. Heard you hit a rough patch. Call me sometime. Also, have you heard from Frank recently? I can’t reach him… Take care -E”
Holden scowls, looking at the message, he in fact hasn't heard from Frank in a while. He starts to dial him when a call comes in; “Chris Seger – Podcast.” He answers and forgets about calling Frank. Chris has a show invite and they discuss it on the rest of his walk home. Caesar was waiting on the stoop, with a soccer ball, but Holden passed on the offer to play and the boy was just as happy to bump knuckles with his new “best friend” as he was to play. Holden was able to hang up with Chris long enough to smoke a blunt and crack a cold P.B.R. before Chris called back.
“Ladies and Germs! Tonight we have been covering all of the hot news in the wrestling business. The rumors that C.W.A.'s Hall of Famer, “Scavenger,” may be making his way back to the squared circle with his chair and plant in tow! We also discussed Alexa Black making her return to Pure Class Wrestling and has put the whole company on notice.
And, speaking of P.C.W., tonight’s call in guest is the former King of the Underground. He is The Bastard. The Human Wrecking Ball. He is Holden Ross! And he will be calling in after the break. So, stay tuned! And later, in our “Where are they now?” segment, we will be discussing “Chris Champion.” His rise in N.L.C.W., his Hall of Fame career, and what he is currently doing in retirement across the pond in jolly ‘ol England! Stay tuned for all that and more! This is the “Canvas Crawlers Podcast and I am your host, Chris “Don’t call me Bob” Seger.
A cringe-inducing commercial for ”Adam and Eve,” hosted by Chris airs.
“And we are back in time for our Main Event! We have Holden Ross on FaceTime and we're going to be putting his feet to the fire, so to speak. Holden, are you there, buddy?”
He is heard coughing before he answers.
“What’s up, Chris? How ya doin?”
“I don’t have many complaints! Let’s get right to it; you have been pitted against your stablemate, Gerard Angelo, in the semi finals of the “Iceman Invitational Tournament” after Gerry won the Battle Royale last week. The question is as old as time and has probably been asked of you before but will this cause friction within Pandæmonium?”
“No chance, Chris. That’s exactly what upper brass is hoping for, the dissolution of our little group, but it won’t happen. When I first approached David, I was looking to start a faction of like minded brothers. We are the Forgotten. The Overlooked. The Dismissed. And at the beginning, David and I were content wrecking anyone who we felt would further our agenda. And we did. All the while, Gerry was toiling in the upper ranks of the company, playing to the crowd, trying to be what management and the fans, wanted.
Me and Dave, we saw him treading water, frustrated. We saw management tossing him bricks to hold while treading water. The whole time dangling the World Title like a life vest just out of reach. They would lower it to where he could almost grab it and then toss another brick. We saw, just under the surface, his resentment and spite. And we offered branch to rescue. He seized it and we pulled him to shore. And the three of us began a new path of Chaos. We put guys on the shelf. Some permanently and others, like Kyle, limped back….”
Chris takes the pause where Holden is lighting a new blunt, to interject himself. “So, you're saying, you founded Pandæmonium? It was originally your idea?”
“It doesn’t matter who's idea it was. It doesn’t matter who founded it. What does matter is Loki and the rest of management don’t want us putting guys on the shelf.”
“It's not the best business model, to be honest, Holden.” Chris replies.
“If they can’t hack it they shouldn’t be in the business. We have completely changed the face of the company, the trajectory of where they were planning things to go. And we aren’t finished, not by a long shot.”
“You feel your solidarity will hold through this coming match?” Chris sounds skeptical.
“Chris, I can tell you this much; we have already discussed this situation and the man who has the best shot at winning is going forward. No hard feelings. No bitterness. We have plans in place to assure it…”
“If we could look into a crystal ball and read the future, what would we see, for Holden Ross?”
There is a brief pause.
“I will be, once again, sitting on my throne, reigning over Pure Class as the Underground King. Pandæmonium is thriving. And Rick Majors is crippled somewhere, begging for money on a street corner….fuck Rick Majors….”
They both laugh.
“And, should you come out the victor, you will move on to face either Kyle Shane or Grimm. You recently had a mini-feud with Grimm where he-“ Chris is cut off.
“Where he what?!” Holden cuts him off.
“Where he…uhm…where-where he..uh…beat you before Brenna Gordon returned and jumped you. We didn’t see you for over a month after that…” Chris stammers.
“I was off of t.v. because of persona, legal matters.” Holden retorts.
“It wasn’t a wellness violation?”
There is only dead air.
“Holden? Are you there?” Chris asks.
“Yeah, I'm here.”
“So, you weren’t suspended due to a wellness violation?” Chris persists undaunted.
“I got a violation. I went to inpatient rehab for thirty days. So what? One thing had nothing to do with the other.” Holden insists.
“Timing must be a coincidence?” Chris continues.
“Must be. What's your point, Chris?”
“I’m just askin some questions is all. Tryin to keep my listeners the best informed audience in all of pro wrestling. I meant no offense and I appreciate you coming on the show and so graciously giving up your time. You’re our most popular guest; you’ve been on the show more than anyone else!” he has switched to damage control and is trying to kiss ass without sounding like he is kissing ass.
“I love your show and listen to it every week. It’s one of the only steady things I got goin on in my life right now; your show and my job!”
“Well, Holden, I thank you for your time. We are going to have to continue on but we all look forward to the next time you call in.” All of the tension has melted from Chris's voice.
“If you want, I can stay on a talk a little longer. My guest wont be here for about another half hour or so….”
“Fuck it! Lets do it!” the audio crackles when Chris suddenly yells. “Okay, folks. Normally I begin wrapping up my podcast after the interview but my guest, “The Bastard” Holden Ross is our guest and is willin to keep talkin and so are we! Let's go to a break and we will be right back with more of Holden Ross on the “Canvas Crawlers Podcast!”
The show goes to a commercial for NOS energy drinks hosted by Chris as well.