Back to Where it all Started
The scene opens up on a quiet, cool and cloudy morning in Los Angeles, California. The scenery wasn’t exactly the greatest scenery in the world..in fact, it was gloomy as Brian Hollywood can be seen standing in a cemetery in front of a particular grave stone. On that stone, Hollywood had placed two beautiful roses on the headstone as he takes a few steps back to pay his respects. Hollywood is trying very hard to keep himself composed by it is absolutely hard for him to do as he just lets himself go.
Brian Hollywood: “DAMN IT!!! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! I MISS YOU SISTER!!..”
Hollywood shakes his head from side to side as he can’t do anything but to think about his sister Charity. Brian looks up to the sky as tears slowly continue to drape down his face. He is completely vulnerable right now and that’s something Hollywood rarely is. He’s already made an even bigger enemy out of the Chair and being seen in this type of light can be dangerous. Hollywood didn’t care though, and it seemed like he was all alone in the cemetery. Hollywood knees down to the ground to talk to his sister from ground level.
Brian Hollywood: I think about you every day, you know little sis? All those times you wouldn’t be around anymore for Christmas dinners or being able to watch your reaction when you lost a tooth and putting it under the pillow for the tooth fairy. You were only a little girl who loved to not only have fun but you believed the best of everyone…I think that’s what made you so unique because everyone loved you..I don’t know how you pulled that off but I would like to hear how somehow you weer able to keep the friends you had no matter how much you differed with people. That was your gift, sweet Charity of mine. No, you didn’t have that gift…it was your heart that made everyone absolutely adore you.
Hollywood pauses as a slight breeze passes through. Hollywood had been visiting his sister every year and no matter what he had going on, whether he was working a match in HOW or at Hollywood Enterprises, Hollywood never had an impossible situation that came up from preventing him from seeing his sister. All of Hollywood’s friends and even enemies knew not to go to against him or to cross him. When it came to Charity, Hollywood left everything he had if he meant successfully protecting her and that’s exactly what he did…all up to the point of her tragic death which is now playing over and over in Hollywood’s mind. Watching the horror of the event happen when he was just ten years old and not being able to do anything about it. Hollywood starts to break down as he hears the gunshots unable to do anything, or even cover her something. Instead, he watched as an oncoming car came screeching out of the road. It was on the path right in front of Charity. Hollywood dived acting as a conduit to shielding Charity, but little did Hollywood know, the car would be fill we a different kind of agenda the night.
Hollywood never really stood a chance of saving his sister like he always thought he could. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time where Hollywood were concerned…but he knew there was SOMETHING there that would have made to a jury trial. Hollywood opens back up his eyes at flashbacks of all the gunfire. Hollywood was sweating bullets, no pun intended and his heart rate was on the side. He couldn’t keep up with all of his thoughts as the noise in head finally dissipates. Hollywood lets out a sigh once more and looks about the cemetery. No one was around…no one was with Hollywood. He was all alone…again. Perhaps this was always destined to be Hollywood’s fate. To be all alone. Before long, Hollywood hangs out with his sister a little bit longer while remaining completely quiet the rest of the visit. There wasn’t anything else that mattered in that moment. Just his sister and him as the scene slowly fades to black….
Perhaps I really am alone in this fight.
I’ve been alone for quite awhile when it comes to High Octane Wrestling.
I’ve been trying to find something that gets me ticking again because lets be honest….all I’ve been doing is spiraling out of control and even I have to acknowledge that could be fucking dangerous. However, I’m not here to let you fucks try to enter my head…no I’m afraid I’ve already started doing that.
Let’s just say I’ve got a little something something in the works.
So, how many times will it be this time, Zeb? Three? Four? Who really fucking knows anymore. All I know is that SOMETHING is going to have to fucking give to move my fortunes forward cause let’s be honest…their fucking stuck right now. I won’t even lie about it. Perhaps all the finess it needs is…..time….and time is a very good thing I’m used to working with.
So let’s go again, Zeb, why the fuck not. I believe I do control the wins against you. Maybe I’ll put you out of reach when I beat you a third time to your one. Or maybe, you’ll get that win and we’ll just HAVE to do another one as a tiebreaker. Who knows, kid. All I know is that it could be fun. But just be careful Zeb…I would hate to get carried away with all the Executive Promises.
See ya Saturday, buddy.