We find ourselves in the bowels of the renowned arena where Xander Azula has been a part of several events in his early wrestling career…but after six years of presenting the experts of the industry, it has all come to a disappointing end.
Still, as the saying goes, all ends are beginnings.
We soon see the man of the hour himself, Xander Azula walking into a dimly-lit room still in his business attire, reeling mentally from the announcement earlier in the evening that his hopes and dreams would be shut down.
As he steps in, he is quickly surrounded by a crowd of hooded figures. At the center of the group, one of these figures steps forward, dropping the hood to reveal a young woman with a wicked smirk on her face.
“Welcome, brother Xander…to the Eternal Circle.”
A confused look flashes across Xander’s face as he looks around the room, noticing that the group of hooded figures is just staring at him, as if sizing up their prospective disciple as the woman resumes.
“We understand your disappointment in how your career has gone…how life has gone, for that matter…but we can offer you something better. You know our history, what we’ve accomplished in our time upon this earth…and we can offer you a slice of that.”
Xander furrows his brow, still unsure of what is being offered to him by this group. Standing before him was an organization that largely worked in the shadows, with their effects being revealed just a handful of times leading to this moment…and yet, for some reason, they want him, a man who is far from the top of the food chain.
“And what do you want from me, in return?”
This, curiously, draws a wide grin from the woman in charge.
“We don’t ask for much, Xander. We do not call the equipped, we equip the called. That’s all we ask of you, Mr. Azula…we simply want your belief.”
I haven’t forgotten that day…the end of what I thought I knew, and the beginning of something completely new. The woman I spoke to was the previous head disciple of the Circle, a group that is steeped in the history of the world. They have shared the message of my goddess for centuries, acting on her behalf as necessary…and on that day, my journey into chaos began.
This is my purpose now, to act out the will of Eris…and no one, least of all Jatt “More Focused On Making Nicknames Than Being Talented” Starr, can take that away from me. Jatt, you have tried repeatedly to ruin the name and reputation of my goddess, and she will have her revenge…but first, I need to make a pit stop.
Milwaukee Mile Speedway
It’s a hot, humid summer afternoon at the Milwaukee Mile, but the weather does not hamper the excitement of a big crowd at a special High Octane event in honor of HOW coming to the Fiserv Forum this weekend and in some ways an exhibition to prepare the home crowd for the Sprecher 150 later this month.
Somewhere in this crowd full of excited wrestling and racing fans, we see a trio of the Eternal Circle sticking out like a sore thumb in their decorative robes. Vagn Dahl and Mysti seem surprisingly focused on the race going on in front of them…but not Xander, whose gaze is off into space as he mutters to himself. This gets the attention of Mysti sitting next to him, who nudges Xander to get his attention.
“So, are we talking about…”
Xander, still reeling mentally from the embarrassment he faced in Detroit, opts instead to wallow in self-pity…something that Mysti simply refuses to accept.
“Okay, why not?”
Xander turns his attention to his beloved, a cold stare in his eyes.
“Because, my love, Jatt will get what’s coming to him in due time. He raised the ire of Eris so much that we forced the hand of his so-called GOD to sign off on the match…”
He trails off at the end of that sentence, a smile finally coming to his face at the thought of Lee Best being so annoyed by Xander’s persistence that he actually gave the green light on the beating to come at Bottom Line.
“…and it’s gonna be a mistake that costs Jatt dearly, with the crowd and GOD himself watching in Chicago. But tonight, love? Tonight is about preparing for the most immediate challenge.”
The smile fades away as Xander turns his attention to the race, the roar of the crowd not fazing him as he appears to sink deep into his thoughts.
“Jatt Starr wants me to foot the bill for a mess he caused, and he’ll get paid in full…but he won’t like the receipt I have in mind for him. Until then, I need to figure out this Daytona woman…a Navy veteran with a mind to soar to the top right away.”
Mysti cannot help but chuckle at this.
“A lofty aspiration, one to be admired even.”
As the head disciple nods in agreement, we see the race coming to its conclusion. With the race over, the speedway’s PA blaring an announcement of a post-race flyover to end the day’s festivities. This sends the crowd in an uproar as we see a trio of fighter jets approaching the track, their engines muting Xander’s attempts to respond to his beloved.
The jets come screeching over the racetrack, garnering a huge pop from the already-excited crowd as the PA announcer thanks them for attending High Octane Day at the Milwaukee Miracle, while we finally catch the tail end of Xander’s response.
“…and when the night’s over, I can finally turn my eyes back to Jatt Starr and the punishment that awaits him for his transgressions. You and Vagn Dahl will get to bear witness personally to what is to come, this I promise you.”
This brings a smile to Mysti’s face, as the trio rise from the stands to make their exit amongst the hyped crowd.
Because that’s what you are to me, Daytona…a pit stop on my way to Bottom Line. I wish I could say that isn’t an assessment on your level of talent…but I don’t know you well enough to be certain. But don’t worry, I’m good at keeping my focus where it needs to be…and my eyes are firmly on you as we get ready for the seventy-first edition of Refueled.
You, a veteran of the Navy looking to prove your worth in the hardened industry of pro wrestling, with a high-flying moveset to match your attitude and history.
That’s great, that’s cute, that’s fantastic…but there is someone on the roster literally named High Flyer, so the tape I’ve seen of your tryout matches only tells me that you’re a dime a dozen in this business. I need to know, what brings you into this world? Is it purely the thrill of competition, or are you looking to soar to the occasion and receive the accolades you believe you deserve?
Think about your answer carefully, Daytona…because I’ll be the judge of whether you truly deserve the praise and respect you seek.
I have a huge chip on my shoulder after the past couple months. Jatt Starr committing horrendous acts against my goddess, Darin Zion and Eli Dresden taking advantage of my foul mood…it’s a hell of a week to make your HOW debut, Daytona. You would be forgiven for thinking I’m distracted by my chance at revenge later this month…because I’m just angry enough to take my frustrations out on you.
When that bell rings, your career in this company…and this business…will crash and burn. And through the beating that awaits you, my goddess will be pleased.
For she will smile upon the sacrifice I offer her inside the Fiserv Forum, where those in attendance will watch in amazement as I pull you apart, piece by piece, and dismantle the jet before it ever gets a chance to take flight.
And best of all, I have confidence that Jatt Starr will watch what unfolds in horror as he realizes that the worst is yet to come…and Lee Best will start shaking in his slacks at the thought of what I can do to his precious Hall of Famer.
Hail Eris, hail Discordia.