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Apr 23, 2022 21:55:09 GMT
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Post by Holden Ross on Apr 23, 2022 21:55:09 GMT
The scene opens, showing Holden sitting on a folding chair in front of a hanging heavy bag, inside of the “Champions Advantage Performance Center“ in Vero Beach. He is wearing a cut off pair of grey Dickies and a black t-shirt with the word “SCUM” across the chest (available at “bornscum.com). A black bandana is folded and tied around his head to hold back sweat while he was training. His hands are still wrapped in black boxing style hand wraps while his ankles are wrapped with black tape.
He picks up a can of “Green” Monster and chugs what is left in the can before tossing it off camera and then belching. A smirk adorns his face, briefly, before he begins his address to the viewers watching.
”Once upon a time, I was apart of a company in South Carolina that had a glass ceiling which was hung pretty low for those who weren’t already an established talent. No matter what I did I was relegated to the Underground Division. I dominated everyone put in front of me until I faced David Hunter, who managed to barely escape with my Crown. Later, he and I realized we were treading water and decided then and there to unite, and force everyone to sit up and take notice of us.
We formed Pandæmonium and got ourselves over, much to the dismay of the veterans and higher ups in management. We put guys on the shelf. We laid out their established Champs. And then added our good friend, the “Hollywood Hero,” Gerard Angelo to the mix and we were truly unstoppable.
The fans cheered us even when we mauled the companies Hero. We were dirtbags but they loved us anyway. David acquired a set of belts for us since management were trying to strangle our ascension in it’s crib. In fact, they hated us so much that they lost sight of the direction of the company and ended up having to close it’s doors.
David and I have plenty of experience in death matches but, that’s not what our match is, is it? ‘Traditional Rules’ is how I believe it was described. Granted, I fully expect you fuckin tools to pull out all the stops, to put a hat on a hat, so to speak. You have to in order to stand any chance whatsoever. It’s why there’s three of in your little shit-show and nobody knows who is coming to the ring the bell rings.”
He shrugs. ”Doesn’t really matter which combo you guys show up as. Hell, all three of ya could come out and I couldn’t care less. Me and David specialize in beating the piss outta anyone put in front of us. Man or splittail, it doesn’t really matter, if you get in the ring across from me you’re a payday, not a person.
Management chose Pandæmonium. They are pleading for Tag Teams like you three begged for money to shop at Hot Topic when you were kids. They know there’s a chance after we are done with you there may not be a chance to have a rematch. Wreckage makes up the flotsop and jetsom of our wake through this industry and when we depart Guyana, Three Ring Barney’s circus tent will be left floating like a dead fish.
You think I’m all talk? You don’t think I can hang in a company like this? Because you faced to overglorified jobbers for those belts and won? David and I spilled pints of blood, ours as well as the other two involved. We don’t give a shit about internet page clicks. We don’t care if people are fawning over us. Breaking necks and cashing checks is all we worry about. Soon enough, you’ll learn like all the others before you….”
As the camera begins to fade out, Holden stands up and walks of camera. Just before the clip ends and while the screen is all black, Holden can be heard one last time. ”It is Men like us you should be afraid of, not Monsters.”
After they wrap, Holden shakes hands with fellow trainer, Buster Gloves before giving his girlfriend, Serenity Holmes, a hug and she steals a quick kiss. Her smile is ear-to-ear and lights up her face. He can’t help but smile back.
”How long do you plan on doing this Deathmatch stuff?” Her smile has melted and she is now staring up at him with her eyebrows raised, waiting for his answer. He smiles at her and kisses her on the forehead.
”Well, how long is a piece of string?” Her brow creases with a scowl and she leans away when he leans in for another kiss. ”Too damn long. Baby, I’m doin this for now and to be honest, I got no exit strategy. I’ll know when it’s time for me to leave.”
”Why? Why deathmatches?”
They begin walking towards the door to the locker room and end up stopping just outside the men’s door.
”This gets me higher than any drug I have ever done. Getting hit, hitting someone, seein my blood and-or their blood dripping onto the mat…. There’s nothing like it. Besides, this is a traditional rules match.”
She gives a small nod, conceding her understanding, and gives suddenly grabs him in a hug. ”I understand, I do, but I just don’t want to see you hurt. And I know you and I know your fondness for following the rules. Ass….”
He holds his hand up in a Boy Scout salute. ”I promise to behave like I always do…..”
”That’s what I’m afraid of….”
He picks up a can of “Green” Monster and chugs what is left in the can before tossing it off camera and then belching. A smirk adorns his face, briefly, before he begins his address to the viewers watching.
”Once upon a time, I was apart of a company in South Carolina that had a glass ceiling which was hung pretty low for those who weren’t already an established talent. No matter what I did I was relegated to the Underground Division. I dominated everyone put in front of me until I faced David Hunter, who managed to barely escape with my Crown. Later, he and I realized we were treading water and decided then and there to unite, and force everyone to sit up and take notice of us.
We formed Pandæmonium and got ourselves over, much to the dismay of the veterans and higher ups in management. We put guys on the shelf. We laid out their established Champs. And then added our good friend, the “Hollywood Hero,” Gerard Angelo to the mix and we were truly unstoppable.
The fans cheered us even when we mauled the companies Hero. We were dirtbags but they loved us anyway. David acquired a set of belts for us since management were trying to strangle our ascension in it’s crib. In fact, they hated us so much that they lost sight of the direction of the company and ended up having to close it’s doors.
David and I have plenty of experience in death matches but, that’s not what our match is, is it? ‘Traditional Rules’ is how I believe it was described. Granted, I fully expect you fuckin tools to pull out all the stops, to put a hat on a hat, so to speak. You have to in order to stand any chance whatsoever. It’s why there’s three of in your little shit-show and nobody knows who is coming to the ring the bell rings.”
He shrugs. ”Doesn’t really matter which combo you guys show up as. Hell, all three of ya could come out and I couldn’t care less. Me and David specialize in beating the piss outta anyone put in front of us. Man or splittail, it doesn’t really matter, if you get in the ring across from me you’re a payday, not a person.
Management chose Pandæmonium. They are pleading for Tag Teams like you three begged for money to shop at Hot Topic when you were kids. They know there’s a chance after we are done with you there may not be a chance to have a rematch. Wreckage makes up the flotsop and jetsom of our wake through this industry and when we depart Guyana, Three Ring Barney’s circus tent will be left floating like a dead fish.
You think I’m all talk? You don’t think I can hang in a company like this? Because you faced to overglorified jobbers for those belts and won? David and I spilled pints of blood, ours as well as the other two involved. We don’t give a shit about internet page clicks. We don’t care if people are fawning over us. Breaking necks and cashing checks is all we worry about. Soon enough, you’ll learn like all the others before you….”
As the camera begins to fade out, Holden stands up and walks of camera. Just before the clip ends and while the screen is all black, Holden can be heard one last time. ”It is Men like us you should be afraid of, not Monsters.”
After they wrap, Holden shakes hands with fellow trainer, Buster Gloves before giving his girlfriend, Serenity Holmes, a hug and she steals a quick kiss. Her smile is ear-to-ear and lights up her face. He can’t help but smile back.
”How long do you plan on doing this Deathmatch stuff?” Her smile has melted and she is now staring up at him with her eyebrows raised, waiting for his answer. He smiles at her and kisses her on the forehead.
”Well, how long is a piece of string?” Her brow creases with a scowl and she leans away when he leans in for another kiss. ”Too damn long. Baby, I’m doin this for now and to be honest, I got no exit strategy. I’ll know when it’s time for me to leave.”
”Why? Why deathmatches?”
They begin walking towards the door to the locker room and end up stopping just outside the men’s door.
”This gets me higher than any drug I have ever done. Getting hit, hitting someone, seein my blood and-or their blood dripping onto the mat…. There’s nothing like it. Besides, this is a traditional rules match.”
She gives a small nod, conceding her understanding, and gives suddenly grabs him in a hug. ”I understand, I do, but I just don’t want to see you hurt. And I know you and I know your fondness for following the rules. Ass….”
He holds his hand up in a Boy Scout salute. ”I promise to behave like I always do…..”
”That’s what I’m afraid of….”
