Post by The Brothers Holland on Nov 27, 2010 7:38:25 GMT -6
Milo is lying in bed. He's not really known as a great thinker but when he does make the effort his thoughts are long and deep. He stares up at the ceiling as the camera very very slowly descends upon him. He thinks about his place in the world. About how he'll never be regarded in the same league as his brother again. He knows this, he admits it himself time and again... and still people ram it down his throat.
It seems like the whole world is laughing at Milo Holland, all because his brother is awesome.
Some people would go mad with such weight on their shoulders. Some would blame the brother and go on a mad quest for vengeance and retribution. They'd want to prove that they're every bit as formidable as their kin, if not more so. Somehow, while everyone else's plaques remain shiny and glorious... somehow the splendour seems to have worn off of Milo's own Hall of Fame status. People know he's tough just like Dave, people know he's stronger than Dave... but those same people all seem to focus on one word with Milo and never with his brother...
Beatable.
Is he angry? Always on some level.
Does he care? Not one iota.
Because he's Milo Holland. And his soul is actually quite in contrast to his mentality at heart. Scratch away the huge, brutish exterior and what you find is actually a man quite capable of extreme sadism. You find a real terror to behold. He doesn't care about wins or losses. He doesn't care for titles and glories. All he cares for is the now. All he really wants is to be respected and admired now. In his chosen profession that means destroying any and all men who step in his path. A lesson he hopes Gabriel Karras learned last week.
Don't get in his way. Not unless you have an army or a death wish. He will break you, and it will take everything you have to even try and do the same to him.
Some men talk about giving a hundred and ten percent. They talk about effort as if it was the defining factor. Milo might talk the talk when it comes to time, but this is mainly to keep his brother happy. A man who believes in the numbers. The effort Milo really gives?
Probably about 75-80 percent.
Because he knows he can get away with it. He's playing. He's having fun. And he doesn't care if they don't approve, because 75-80 percent of Milo Holland is more than a match for nyone's hundred and ten.
Go beneath this though, after scratching the surface to reveal this Milo, if you keep on going deeper and deeper, Milo is one of the most gentle and caring individuals you could ever hope to meet. He doesn't show it often, he doesn't need to. The last time he actually showed this compassion was when Zell Kane, son of Spike, died of a heart condition. The kid who he played chess with. The kid who always beat him at that stupid game, despite being only 6 or 8 or something.
Milo smiles thinking about those times. Maybe it's time to try playing Alex. Maybe he'd still have a chance to win since he's only 2 and a half. Be something to do during the time Milo spends babysitting... he's been doing a lot of that lately.
But then, every man has his priorities. Every man has things that really seem more important than everything else. His brother might not realise it, but wrestling has jumped a lot these last couple of months. Particularly since winning the world title. Milo's proud of him, but he wonders if Dave will look back with regret when he finally loses the belt. Wonders if he'll regret the time he missed with his family.
He knows he will, but he also knows why he's doing it. To make the world better. As far as priorities go, Milo can't really argue with that one.
Milo's priorities though are a little different. His priorities have always been family first, fighting second.
He turns to the side and looks at the beautiful woman laid beside him. She breathes gently, a few strands of hair flowing gently back and forth as she does so. Milo smiles again and wonders when it happened.
He wonders when he became one of those guys. The ones he used to hate. The ones who would stare at their woman as she slept and think long deep thoughts about her and how happy she made him. He smiles bigger as he thinks how strange it must be to see Milo Holland acting like this.
He rolls back and gets comfy. A moment later Jen rolls over and places an arm over his chest, resting her head upon his shoulder. He loves it when she does that though he still has no idea why.
She speaks to him, though she is probably still technically asleep.
"What're you thinking about?"
He takes a second to think about the answer he should give. Every man does this, they never tell you what they were really thinking about because as soon as the question is asked they're not thinking about it anymore.
He comes to an answer and hopes a little that she's asleep enough not to ask further.
"Priorities"
*The following day. Milo is sat at a table, hunched forward, leaning on his hands, his index fingers pointing to convey an expression of deep thought. The camera turns to reveal why he's in such a position. In front of him is a chess board set up for play. And on the opposite side of the board, sat on a booster seat so he can reach, is Alex Holland, his nephew.*
The board is set, the pieces in position. On the one side of the ring stands Venom and Harold, the other Washington and myself. I'm already hearing rumours that Hollington will be the next Knitington. I dunno, could be fun wrestling with a different partner. What with Dave doing his thing, might be just what I need to get my name out there. After all, I've tried the singles thing. And beating Steve Awesome certainly didn't get me anywhere.
So what do I know about these guys? What do I really know? Well let's start with Harold shall we. The man no one knows for sure if he is who he says he is. The man who has been charging forward like a wrecking ball since he came back from... somewhere. Retirement? The gutter? The grave? Heh... like I'm one to talk. Retired once, died twice. Guess I'm one of the ones you can't keep down. I once heard someone describe me as "the only man who could screw up dying". And that, was one of the biggest laughs I've ever had.
So what do we know? Well... We know he's strong... we know he's tough. Sounds familiar. Sounds a lot like if he were 7 inches taller and a lot heavier he'd be me. I do love being as big as I am. makes things a lot easier to rip apart. makes it almost natural, instinctive. Throw in the fact that I actually know what I'm doing and love to hear grown men scream in agony, I got no worries about little Harold. None whatsoever.
*Milo reaches to the chess board and places his hand on queen's knight. He doesn't move it, but just touches it.*
You're an idiot.
What? I'm bigger than him, I'm higher in the food chain!
Stop quoting Austin Powers.
Sorry. But still, why should I worry about Harold? He's everything I am in a smaller package and with a bit more a grudge towards the world. I don't really give a rats ass about him, nor should I.
No, I mean you're an idiot about that knight.
Huh?
Sending a knight out there without backup, you'll lose it in three turns.
Oh. Right.
*Milo takes his hand away from the Knight and resumes his thinking pose. Alex giggles as he watches his uncle trying to think tactically.*
What do I know about Will Washington? I know the man is successful. Look at his record. 31 wins in his first year of wrestling. People like to focus on his recent teaming with Adam Knite, they like to say he was carried by Knite as if simply saying it makes it fact. And what about before? Was he carried by his partners before? Is there anything in his career that suggests he doesn't deserve the win loss record he's attained?
And what's more... the man has become a tag specialist. World tag champion, Knitington... and now, Hollington. Seriously you could probably put any name with his and it would make a cool tag name. Like... Homelington... no that's not so good. What about Venington.... wow, way to strike out with those examples. Guess it's a bit more exclusive than I thought.
But what we have on this side of the ring are two men who know the ins and outs of tag team competition. Between us we have three tag title reigns under our belts. Dave might have cast aspersions to his character a little while ago... but I'm not Dave. I like him. I like what he does. And I reckon it'll sit hand and hand with what I do quite nicely.
*Milo places his hand on the king pawn and moves it froward two spaces. Alex doesn't hesitate in moving the mirroring pawn two spaces also.*
He's cunning.
It's his first move!
Yeah... but what a move.
Dad, he might just be mirroring my move.
We'll see, Milo. Don't come crying to me after he knocks your king over.
.... I hate this frigging game.
No you don't. You just suck at it.
...............
So let's talk about tag champions. Lets talk about men who know the field well. Lets talk about men who call me beatable. The weak link. Lets talk about tiny men who admittedly can do big feats. Albeit with the help of someone else. Lets talk about Venom.
I might well have other things on my plate Venom, I may well have fallen off the radar since I found Jennifer, but that all the stuff that goes on outside the ring. That's all part of the backroom politics and administrative scheduling that has to go on to keep a federation moving forwards. Do I mind that they'd rather push my brother into the spotlight without me beside him? No. If they had he'd never be the man he is now. He's never have been the righteous force of nature he has become. He would never have been the man who has beaten Charlie Velez in fair and even competition. And he would certainly never be the man who beat him.. twice, as he shall be.
Inside the ring, my priorities shift. Inside the ring I have a different agenda. And right at the top of that agenda is a single word. A word that requires failure to ignite but once alight, burns with the brightness and heat of a thousand suns.
Vengeance.
Yeah, Venom's beaten me. He pinned me back at Ascension. It took everything he had to get me down, and he was lucky I didn't get up. That Andrew nor Dave could reach me... because I doubt he could do it again.
It won't happen again. Not this time.
*Milo moves a bishop out into the field.*
The monster will be unleashed. His rage and his passion will burn and incinerate. And I will have my vengeance. I will...
*His train of thought is broken as Alex picks up the two knights at the same time and starts knocking over all the other pieces on the board one by one.*
I don't think he knows the rules.
No... no he doesn't.
...... You did teach him the rules, right?
....... Shut up.
*Milo starts trying to stop Alex but soon after gives up and joins in the playing, picking up his own knights and simulating a joust with his nephew.*
Winning this match... Proving that a weak link in a strong team isn't necessarily weak... That's my priority now.
Vengeance will be Mine.
It seems like the whole world is laughing at Milo Holland, all because his brother is awesome.
Some people would go mad with such weight on their shoulders. Some would blame the brother and go on a mad quest for vengeance and retribution. They'd want to prove that they're every bit as formidable as their kin, if not more so. Somehow, while everyone else's plaques remain shiny and glorious... somehow the splendour seems to have worn off of Milo's own Hall of Fame status. People know he's tough just like Dave, people know he's stronger than Dave... but those same people all seem to focus on one word with Milo and never with his brother...
Beatable.
Is he angry? Always on some level.
Does he care? Not one iota.
Because he's Milo Holland. And his soul is actually quite in contrast to his mentality at heart. Scratch away the huge, brutish exterior and what you find is actually a man quite capable of extreme sadism. You find a real terror to behold. He doesn't care about wins or losses. He doesn't care for titles and glories. All he cares for is the now. All he really wants is to be respected and admired now. In his chosen profession that means destroying any and all men who step in his path. A lesson he hopes Gabriel Karras learned last week.
Don't get in his way. Not unless you have an army or a death wish. He will break you, and it will take everything you have to even try and do the same to him.
Some men talk about giving a hundred and ten percent. They talk about effort as if it was the defining factor. Milo might talk the talk when it comes to time, but this is mainly to keep his brother happy. A man who believes in the numbers. The effort Milo really gives?
Probably about 75-80 percent.
Because he knows he can get away with it. He's playing. He's having fun. And he doesn't care if they don't approve, because 75-80 percent of Milo Holland is more than a match for nyone's hundred and ten.
Go beneath this though, after scratching the surface to reveal this Milo, if you keep on going deeper and deeper, Milo is one of the most gentle and caring individuals you could ever hope to meet. He doesn't show it often, he doesn't need to. The last time he actually showed this compassion was when Zell Kane, son of Spike, died of a heart condition. The kid who he played chess with. The kid who always beat him at that stupid game, despite being only 6 or 8 or something.
Milo smiles thinking about those times. Maybe it's time to try playing Alex. Maybe he'd still have a chance to win since he's only 2 and a half. Be something to do during the time Milo spends babysitting... he's been doing a lot of that lately.
But then, every man has his priorities. Every man has things that really seem more important than everything else. His brother might not realise it, but wrestling has jumped a lot these last couple of months. Particularly since winning the world title. Milo's proud of him, but he wonders if Dave will look back with regret when he finally loses the belt. Wonders if he'll regret the time he missed with his family.
He knows he will, but he also knows why he's doing it. To make the world better. As far as priorities go, Milo can't really argue with that one.
Milo's priorities though are a little different. His priorities have always been family first, fighting second.
He turns to the side and looks at the beautiful woman laid beside him. She breathes gently, a few strands of hair flowing gently back and forth as she does so. Milo smiles again and wonders when it happened.
He wonders when he became one of those guys. The ones he used to hate. The ones who would stare at their woman as she slept and think long deep thoughts about her and how happy she made him. He smiles bigger as he thinks how strange it must be to see Milo Holland acting like this.
He rolls back and gets comfy. A moment later Jen rolls over and places an arm over his chest, resting her head upon his shoulder. He loves it when she does that though he still has no idea why.
She speaks to him, though she is probably still technically asleep.
"What're you thinking about?"
He takes a second to think about the answer he should give. Every man does this, they never tell you what they were really thinking about because as soon as the question is asked they're not thinking about it anymore.
He comes to an answer and hopes a little that she's asleep enough not to ask further.
"Priorities"
*The following day. Milo is sat at a table, hunched forward, leaning on his hands, his index fingers pointing to convey an expression of deep thought. The camera turns to reveal why he's in such a position. In front of him is a chess board set up for play. And on the opposite side of the board, sat on a booster seat so he can reach, is Alex Holland, his nephew.*
The board is set, the pieces in position. On the one side of the ring stands Venom and Harold, the other Washington and myself. I'm already hearing rumours that Hollington will be the next Knitington. I dunno, could be fun wrestling with a different partner. What with Dave doing his thing, might be just what I need to get my name out there. After all, I've tried the singles thing. And beating Steve Awesome certainly didn't get me anywhere.
So what do I know about these guys? What do I really know? Well let's start with Harold shall we. The man no one knows for sure if he is who he says he is. The man who has been charging forward like a wrecking ball since he came back from... somewhere. Retirement? The gutter? The grave? Heh... like I'm one to talk. Retired once, died twice. Guess I'm one of the ones you can't keep down. I once heard someone describe me as "the only man who could screw up dying". And that, was one of the biggest laughs I've ever had.
So what do we know? Well... We know he's strong... we know he's tough. Sounds familiar. Sounds a lot like if he were 7 inches taller and a lot heavier he'd be me. I do love being as big as I am. makes things a lot easier to rip apart. makes it almost natural, instinctive. Throw in the fact that I actually know what I'm doing and love to hear grown men scream in agony, I got no worries about little Harold. None whatsoever.
*Milo reaches to the chess board and places his hand on queen's knight. He doesn't move it, but just touches it.*
You're an idiot.
What? I'm bigger than him, I'm higher in the food chain!
Stop quoting Austin Powers.
Sorry. But still, why should I worry about Harold? He's everything I am in a smaller package and with a bit more a grudge towards the world. I don't really give a rats ass about him, nor should I.
No, I mean you're an idiot about that knight.
Huh?
Sending a knight out there without backup, you'll lose it in three turns.
Oh. Right.
*Milo takes his hand away from the Knight and resumes his thinking pose. Alex giggles as he watches his uncle trying to think tactically.*
What do I know about Will Washington? I know the man is successful. Look at his record. 31 wins in his first year of wrestling. People like to focus on his recent teaming with Adam Knite, they like to say he was carried by Knite as if simply saying it makes it fact. And what about before? Was he carried by his partners before? Is there anything in his career that suggests he doesn't deserve the win loss record he's attained?
And what's more... the man has become a tag specialist. World tag champion, Knitington... and now, Hollington. Seriously you could probably put any name with his and it would make a cool tag name. Like... Homelington... no that's not so good. What about Venington.... wow, way to strike out with those examples. Guess it's a bit more exclusive than I thought.
But what we have on this side of the ring are two men who know the ins and outs of tag team competition. Between us we have three tag title reigns under our belts. Dave might have cast aspersions to his character a little while ago... but I'm not Dave. I like him. I like what he does. And I reckon it'll sit hand and hand with what I do quite nicely.
*Milo places his hand on the king pawn and moves it froward two spaces. Alex doesn't hesitate in moving the mirroring pawn two spaces also.*
He's cunning.
It's his first move!
Yeah... but what a move.
Dad, he might just be mirroring my move.
We'll see, Milo. Don't come crying to me after he knocks your king over.
.... I hate this frigging game.
No you don't. You just suck at it.
...............
So let's talk about tag champions. Lets talk about men who know the field well. Lets talk about men who call me beatable. The weak link. Lets talk about tiny men who admittedly can do big feats. Albeit with the help of someone else. Lets talk about Venom.
I might well have other things on my plate Venom, I may well have fallen off the radar since I found Jennifer, but that all the stuff that goes on outside the ring. That's all part of the backroom politics and administrative scheduling that has to go on to keep a federation moving forwards. Do I mind that they'd rather push my brother into the spotlight without me beside him? No. If they had he'd never be the man he is now. He's never have been the righteous force of nature he has become. He would never have been the man who has beaten Charlie Velez in fair and even competition. And he would certainly never be the man who beat him.. twice, as he shall be.
Inside the ring, my priorities shift. Inside the ring I have a different agenda. And right at the top of that agenda is a single word. A word that requires failure to ignite but once alight, burns with the brightness and heat of a thousand suns.
Vengeance.
Yeah, Venom's beaten me. He pinned me back at Ascension. It took everything he had to get me down, and he was lucky I didn't get up. That Andrew nor Dave could reach me... because I doubt he could do it again.
It won't happen again. Not this time.
*Milo moves a bishop out into the field.*
The monster will be unleashed. His rage and his passion will burn and incinerate. And I will have my vengeance. I will...
*His train of thought is broken as Alex picks up the two knights at the same time and starts knocking over all the other pieces on the board one by one.*
I don't think he knows the rules.
No... no he doesn't.
...... You did teach him the rules, right?
....... Shut up.
*Milo starts trying to stop Alex but soon after gives up and joins in the playing, picking up his own knights and simulating a joust with his nephew.*
Winning this match... Proving that a weak link in a strong team isn't necessarily weak... That's my priority now.
Vengeance will be Mine.