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12.4.21
The Compound
Long Beach, CA
“Hold on, you’re from where again?”
Mere days after a man hopped out of a cavernous portal, we find him in the midst of the Eternal Circle. The man with impeccable fashion is surrounded by a group of the brethren, with the question being raised by the Head Disciple himself, Xander Azula. The man being interrogated quickly responds to the query, looking just a little nervous about the situation.
“I said I’m from Hollywood, man. Do I need to spell it out for ya? H-O-L…”
Xander raises his hand, prompting the “man from Hollywood” to be silent. With a light sigh, Xander shakes his head in frustration.
“Right, never mind. If you’re from Hollywood, how did you wind up falling into a cave?”
“Yeah, aren’t there easier ways of traveling in California?”
Xander looks over with a slight glare at Vagn Dahl, who can’t help but smirk with a shrug.
“What? ‘Tis a fair question.”
Xander just rolls his eyes before turning back to the man he’s questioning.
“Look man, I have very important business to attend to, so if you’re done asking questions I’d like to go.”
“Go where, exactly?”
The man gives a look of confusion.
“Cleveland, duh. I have a very important gig for me at the Cl–”
Xander interjects again with a raise of the hand.
“I heard you the first time. There’s no such place.”
The man’s eyes widen in shock at this.
“The hell you mean there’s no such place? I was just there a few weeks ago, my guy. Go look it up.”
With a smug look, Xander pulls out his cell phone to look up the venue in question, which amazes the man even further.
“What the hell is that thing!?”
This just confuses Xander to no end, looking at the phone followed by the man, and followed by the phone again.
“It’s a phone.”
“I know what a phone is, wise guy, but that’s way too small!”
This remark really throws Xander for a loop, forcing him to stare at his cohorts before responding.
“You sound like a man stuck in the nineties, my friend.”
“What? No! Don’t be silly, this ain’t no Back to the Future.”
“I mean, you are starting to sound a bit like Biff Tannen”
This time it’s Mysti who chimes in, prompting a hesitant chuckle from Xander which raises the ire slightly of Vagn.
“Oh sure, she gets a chuckle.”
Xander ignores this, not letting the levity get in the way of the situation he finds himself in.
“As for you, Mister…?”
“Schwartz.”
“Gesundheit. As for you, I’m gonna have to ask you to stay here…because if there are some shenanigans involved, I can’t have you wandering around looking for a place that doesn’t exist. Besides, I have bigger fish to fry…”
I will never understand the appeal of Brian Hollywood.
Sure, you can tell me all you want about the title reigns and accolades he’s had in HOW and elsewhere.
Hell, you can tell me all the reasons he’s earned the right to be considered a Hall of Famer.
A two-time World Champion, holding the belt for a combined 113 days is a feat, to be sure.
Three times as LSD Champion, a recent HOTV Champion, and even holding the tag straps for what that’s worth some days.
But I can tell you with the utmost certainty…none of that matters to me.
A man who could very well be in the Hall of Fame rests on the laurels of being a World Champion five years ago, with his current purpose being what?
Taking up space on the roster?
I thought that was my role.
All kidding aside, it’ll be nice to finally go toe-to-toe with a man I’ve known about for a while.
Especially putting to rest a question that’s been nagging at me for the past couple months.
What is my next step?
Where does my mission take me from here?
It’s been haunting me ever since I fell from that Guard Tower back at Rumble at the Rock.
The same event where Brian Hollywood failed to recapture the HOTV Championship inside the Prison Yard.
Our paths, divergent as they once were, have slowly but surely intersected and begun to run parallel.
But it has to come to an end sooner or later, mostly for my own sake.
Which is why I will cut you down thoroughly come Refueled, Brian.
Just as I did to Cancer Jiles, I will make you out to be a mere relic of the past.
Perhaps then, in the throes of forced retirement, you can look back and reflect on what really matters in life.
And then I ascend to my rightful place at the top of the pecking order.
It’s what my goddess would want.
And she always gets what she wants.
Praise Eris, praise Discordia.