Prelude Part 1:The Hangover

[Hollywood Hulk Hogan]

*The Sun is bright today. Its always bright in Hollywood, California. It does little to wake him up tho. The large blackout curtains in his Room do nothing to let the sun in. Lucky for him. With everything in his room being a mixture of black and white, its a wonder he didnt unknowingly get the white curtains. He would surely be awake by now...but it seems even the sun is no match for a legend*

*Vrrmm Vrmmmmm*
*Vrrmm Vrmmmmm*

*the cell virbrates. ringer turned off. after a long night of partying and celebration, the immortal one was in no shape to wake up. He reluctantly rolls over, grabbing his phone and completlety engulfing it in his giant hand. It's his daughter, Brooke, on the other end*

Hogan:Hey....

Brooke: Good Morning daddy!!! I heard the news! congrats! but are you sure your ready?

Hogan: who is ths?

*Hogans still not quite awake. The shots of patrone from the night before still seem to have him in a whirlwind in his head. He completley forgot about the party. EBWF signing party. it was huge. But the biggesty hangover in the world couldn't stop hollywood. He was late for the gym. It's been a decade since he slept in this late. 12:08pm....Knobbs is probably waiting at the gym already. Still not quite awake, he sits up and removes the sleep from his eyes. He walks halfway across the room before he remember he was talkign to his daughter Brooke...he picks up the phone*

Brooke:dad, are you ok?

Hogan:Sorry brooke, me and the guys had a few drinks, you know how knobbs is.....there is NO SUCH THING as 1 more drink with him. Whats up?

Brooke:Well i just wanted you to know i think its great your getting back into the ring fulltime, but can you handle it? I mean...with your back and all?

*Hogan suddenly stood straight up. Not a single grimace of pain. He was feeling more than alright...He felt like he just won his very first championship. He felt invigorated. He felt powerful. Just....powerful with a hangover*

Hogan:My back is as good as ever. Im more than ready to get into that ring. I know i've got 1 final run left in me...

Brooke:1 final run? But what about all this....black and white? don't you want them to remember Hulkamania? Or do you really wanna go out the bad guy?

Hogan:The bad guy? Brooke, im going out their as Hollywood. Im going out their to kick some ass. I lived for the fans long enough, its time to live for me, brother

*Brooke was not amused*

Brooke:Brother? dad your not at a show, talk to me like im your daughter!!!!

*Embarassed, Hogan realized what he had said. Never again drinking with Knobbs*

Hogan: Im sorry, im not quite awake, let me call you back. I gotta meet up with....

Brooke: But im worried....your taking on the BIG SHOW. Your taking on Mysterio!! These are 2 former world champs, these guys are in alot better shape than you, and frankly, don't think you'r ready, let alone....

*Hogan drops the phone on the floor. He lifts up his right, barefooted leg, and smashes the phone. He walks to the bathroom, dragging his feet. His right foot is bleeding. But it doesn't matter. He has felt pain before. He has bled before, he has been in the ring with champions, giants, and legends. He looks in the mirror with both of his arms outstretched, gripping the side of the sink*

*he mutters to himself*

Hogan:I'm ready........

Hogan:I'm ready............

Hogan:AARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Hogans punches the mirror. He will not go out a cripple. He will not return without a fight. He is returning against guys he has beaten before. Only, Mysterio and Big Show aren't returning to fight Hulk Hogan, Hulkamania, are even Hollywood.*

*Blood rolls down the beheomth right hand hand of Hollywood Hulk Hogan, a lone shard of glass stuck in ring finger. And just then, a ray of sunlight peaks through the curtains. Hogan looks down at his hand,see's the glimmer of sunlight reflecting from the shard of glass in his hand. Mysterio. The Big Show. The lone glass shard in his hand. The Sun. All of these things have 1 thing in common.

*They are no match... for a Legend*