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IAmHollywood · **01-31-2015, 08:38 PM**

At Turning Point, C.C. Hollywood did exactly what he said he was going to do, which was defeat a submission expert at his own game. In hindsight, Lyster was dominate to his gimps, but ended up being submissive to Hollywood. Irony is such a cold, dead scene. In fact, the story was told beautifully. C.C. let everyone know that there was not going to be an opportunity for Lyster to apply "The Paralyzer," which was the one move masterpiece that Simon spent all of his time perfecting. For what? For nothing. Staying true to his home, which Monday Night Madness is live from this upcoming week, Hollywood fought his way to a win. Nothing is more satisfying than making another man submit. Now, there is a prize to be claimed, but is that what C.C. really wants?"

"I'm coming home still undefeated."

"You told them you would."

"Do you think I have their attention now?"

"I think the X-Treme Wrestling Federation ought to be hysterical."

"Hysteria. You mean Hysteria."

"I said that."

No matter how bad Joey Bagadonuts botches what he says, he is correct about one thing: C.C. Hollywood is on a crash course for the Prophetic Championship of The Almighty Power. The question still remains, why? Hollywood never asked for a title shot. All he had to do was outlast, survive. That is exactly what C.C. did at Turning Point and it is exactly what he will do on Monday Night Madness versus Mastermind and Pest. All that Hollywood has been waiting for was his return to home so he can perform and be known as the absolute best. The math adds up so far. If a casual wrestling fan were to ask "who is undefeated in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation," or "who made the notable submission expert crash and burn at his own game," there would be only one answer. Of course, "Philadelphia's Second Son," C.C. Hollywood.

"After defying the grip of a hangman's noose, I said I would live to tell about it. Instead of getting on my soapbox and preaching knowledge and things that have been proven, night in and night out, I just want to say that it feels wonderful to be back home."

"But, who better to toot your own horn but you? You know yourself the best."

"This isn't about me. Nothing has changed here. This is about being on the top of my game from the starting line to the finish line. Trust me when I say that I've only just begun. It doesn't matter if it is a tag team match, a battle royal, a triple threat, or a singles match, I come out on top. Why?"

"Because there's levels to this shit."

"Yet, I thought you were on my level, Simon Lyster. I thought you were. What was that you said?"

"He said 'you will break like the rest."

"Better men have tried and better men have failed."

The Wells Fargo Center is home to where C.C. Hollywood had fond memories before making a name of his own. The building of which the Philadelphia Flyers and Philadelphia 76ers play in, not to mention the wrestling events that Hollywood would attend when he was younger. At this point in his career, it would seem that Hollywood is coming up on being more successful that the Philadelphia 76ers entire franchise. Philadelphia is not just a hard working, blue collar city, but a proud one at that. Being in a place where his hard work is showing, C.C. has his first opportunity to be in the middle of the spotlight, which is out of the ordinary. Being one to not be obsessed with the limelight, Hollywood feels that this special homecoming is something to not just go untouched. This moment is too extraordinary.

"When you do what I do at Turning Point and you go back home to steal the show, times call for a slow dance with debauchery. Don't worry, Mastermind and Pest, I wouldn't let you two out of my sight. It's business, but now, I'm off the clock for a little bit."

Joey is sitting next to C.C. with one blunt already rolled and in the process of rolling the second.

"Like I thought, I won't get much time to enjoy this moment because just as soon as I look around, all I've seen are people coming for me like the tide of the sea. As soon as Lyster's hand hit that mat for the third time, I felt the heat. I know I have a target on my back, but I want to let you all know that my door is open and there is a welcome mat for each and every person who has the balls to challenge me. I talk the big game because I play lights out. Ask any person who has been in the same ring as me."

"Or don't. They are history."

"Mastermind and Pest, you both will be just other ticks on the sheet, another notch in the belt..."

"Another chip off of the old block."

It's odd to Hollywood when he sees a man who refers to someone as "mum." Be it as it may, C.C. never seemed to understand the cross culture lingo. To him, it would be as if Joey called referred to his mom as "mommy." Nonetheless, Hollywood doesn't judge a book by the words, even though most people would think that would be the only way to judge a book. However, on that note, Hollywood has heard Joey refer to a woman as "mommy" before. In all reality, this context was not toward his mother. It's the things you wish you didn't know about Joey's escapades after a Philadelphia Flyers home win with various strippers that sends the people home entertained. Now the million dollar question: did she actually have a kid? In that case, Joey all the sudden seems less perverted, but more technically sound. After all, something has to pay the bills.

"Hey, Joey. When you fucked that one broad last week, did you call her 'mommy?"

Joey's face turns ghost and his facial expression says it all. C.C. just laughs.

"Dude, you can't tell anyone that!"

"Yeah, yeah, no one will know."

Now finished rolling up the second blunt, Joey picks up a Philadelphia Phillies lighter and sparks his up. He passes the lighter over to Hollywood and he partakes as well.

"Now that we started to blaze, I just gotta' say a few things. Now, Mastermind, I know that you and your father have issues, but I would just like to personally thank him for being the reason why you lose Monday night. He already has your complete, undivided attention at the moment that he was in a limousine. You had no idea he was on the way, yet he has you shook. Yet, how fitting, you are the Mastermind, but you aren't even in control of your own head."

"Bro, you're Mastermind's father's favorite wrestler."

"At least he picked a winner. Something that cannot be said for Ms. Swift."

Joey and Hollywood take long pulls from their blunts before knocking the ashes in the ashtray. C.C. then took another short puff before continuing with his thoughts.

"Stop lying to your fiancée. No one likes a liar. Telling her and anyone else that will listen you'll be a winner sometime soon is just...how do you say..."

"Unrealistic for the Mindmaster."

"Don't anger the little guy, Joey."

A smirk comes across Joey's face as he ashes his blunt. C.C. continues to speak.

"What is your motive, Mastermind? Do you want to be here? There is a difference between going to that ring and fighting for your life with self respect rather than going to that ring and just straight up getting your ass whipped. If you were a salesman, you couldn't sell water to a fish, sand to a beach, food to the hungry. A lack of confidence is exactly what emanates from a person such as yourself, which is exactly the reason Maria is miserable with you. It's painfully obvious. Now, I promise that I don't look past people, so I'll keep you in mind. Should you care?"

Hollywood takes another puff from his blunt and looks over at Joey who is already just flat out laughing about Mastermind. C.C. then continues in a very sarcastic tone of voice.

"Yeah, you should probably start to fucking care."

What is so beautiful about being home is that C.C. can enjoy his time in the one city that he truly loves the most. Philadelphia is begging the night on the town for Joey and Hollywood. They both take another long drag from their blunt and then Joey speaks.

"Why do losers like Mastermind end up with a woman, but not me?"

"I would usually say that you have the unfortunate position to have the last name 'Bagadonuts' in this kind of explanation, but then again, we are also talking about a guy who goes by Mastermind. I'm at a loss of an explanation for you, bud. We're home now and I know you got some magic left, like last week."

"Let's go out to see the sexy senoritas!"

"Get your shit together, I'll be ready in a few minutes."

Joey goes to his room to get ready to go out, giving Hollywood a little more time to continue airing his thoughts in regards to Mastermind.

"Two thousand and fifteen is your Turning Point, right? That was your new year's resolution so to speak. It's funny how those never last more than a month for anyone, which is exactly why I don't lie to myself and make them. See, I never needed a Turning Point because there are no turns on my road to the top. I'm going directly there. You, Mastermind, have met your dead end. This is your year to come back, but what you don't know is that I am coming for you like a wolves showing their teeth in a pack. No mercy, son."

Joey comes out from his room to address Mastermind, but more importantly to him, Ms. Maria Swift one more time.

"There's plenty here so come and get you some."

Hollywood smiles and then gets up from his seat, pulling on the remains of the blunt just before it becomes a roach.

"Pest, we'll be in touch sooner than you expect."

C.C. puts his blunt on the edge of the ashtray to finish later in a pipe of his choosing. Getting ready to leave for a night on the town in the winter night with Joey, Hollywood reports to his room to get changed. More to come in regards to Monday Night Madness, but Camp Hollywood is sure that everyone will stick around. After all, that is what pests do.

-fin-

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