Prelude Part 3: Pieces of the Puzzle

[Hollywood Hulk Hogan]

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*Hogan awoke to the sound of his cell phone vibrating on his end table, next to his bed.

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Hogan:*yawn* yeah, I hear ya..

*It hurt to move. His encounter with The Big Show at Warfare was an eerier reminder. He's not getting any younger. Stuff hurts.

Alot.

*He reaches for his phone. As he stretches across his bed to the end table where his phone sat, his elbow loudly cracked. 3 days after the fact and he was still sore*

Hogan:Hello?

*Hogan was still groggy. He was wiping the crust from the corners of his eyes with his index finger and thumb, rubbing away trying to wake himself up. Today was a big day. He had a big surprise in store for the EBWF. His surprise was on the other end of the phone call. Hogan listened on*

Hogan: Alright brother. Come on over. The Limo will be here around 9pm to take us to the Airport. From there we'll fly to Oklahoma....

*Interrupted. It's one thing to call, it's another to be rude. Hogan gingerly sat up, his neck still stiff from Monday.*

Hogan: I haven't told anybody about it. Nobody knows you're comming and that's the way we want it. We did it once before, and we're gonna do it again. Just think back to 96'...

*Immediatley a big smile crept across the face of Hulk Hogan. After "Bash at the Beach" in 1996, their was no more Hulk Hogan. It was all Hollywood. In the words of former President Franklin D. Roosevelt, "A date which will live in infamy"*

Hogan:You got it brother! See ya around 7.

*Hogan hung up. The wheels were in motion. His match on Monday was in the past. It served as a warm-up, a way to get his feet wet. Now he was about to dive in head first and swim with the rest of the sharks. He wasn't trying to beat a already beaten to death horse. The nWo was dead. But the spirit lived on. Hogan wasn't necessarily about wearing the gold. Of course it would be nice to grab a few titles along the way, but making an impact was what he wanted this time around. The last time he made an immpact is when he dropped the infamous legdrop to the Macho Man in Daytona Beach, Florida. This time, he was going to crush the opposition. This time, his final run in professional wrestling, he was going to give the fans something to remember him by. 100 years from now, when professional wrestling has either died out completley or sky rocketed to unknown heights, this run with the EBWF would be talked about when the history of the sport would be discussed*

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*Hogan reached out for his phone again. This time, it was his son Nick*

Nick: Yo Pops...

Hogan: Nick what did I tell you? Don't call me that....

Nick: Yea sorry pops! So anyways how ya feelin...you were supposed to come to the cookout last night, what happened?

Hogan: Sorry son. I've been resting. When Paul threw me down to the mat at the beginning of our match, I must have tweaked my neck a little bit. Its been sore ever since that night.

Nick: So are you still gonna follow through with this whole EBWF thing? I mean 1 match and you're thing banged up? Come on pops...it's not healthy....

Hogan: Don't call me pops!

Nick: You're not listening, you can't even attend a simple family function with me and my girlfriend as 1 match. Is 5 minutes of taking bumps in the ring worth it? You sound miserable and I can hear you groaning in the background everytime you breath. It's not healthy..

Hogan: 35 years Nick. I've been wrestling for 35 years. I know the toll it takes on my body and I know when I'm in over my head. I'm gonna be just fine. You and Brooke need to get off my case about this whole EBWF thing. I'm gonna be fine. I've always been fine. I just had a major surgery to fix most of the problems I was having. I'm ready to rock and roll brother. Have a little faith.

Nick: Just be careful out there and...

Hogan: All you need to worry about is being at the show tomorrow night in Tulsa Oklahoma. Brooke is dropping off your ticket to you this afternoon. You're gonna fly up there with me and...

Nick: You mean he's really comming?!?!

*Nick was the only other person that knew what Hogan was doing. Sure he was concerned, but as long as his father had faith he would too*

Hogan: Of course he is. He's already on his way. Lets meet up around 7pm to head to the airport. And don't be late this time.

Nick:Alright dad. Rest up and get some ice for your neck. I should be there at 6.

Hogan: Alright son, see ya soon*

*Just last week Brooke voiced her concern over Hogans big and final run in wrestling. Now Nick was trying to talk him out of it. But it was too late to back out. Plans were already set in motion. They were set in motion a few weeks back, when he first met with EBWF officials while negotiating his very lucrative and long term EBWF Contract*

*His contract had a few perks. Private limosuines, dressing rooms. and even having Tuesdays off(Paul Heyman/One Night Stand 2006 anyone?) were typical perks of a wrestling contract. But Hogan had something different in his. 1 Perk allowed im to bring in, at the most, 1 outside talent and sign them to an EBWF legends contract. Hogan had exercised this perk right after he signed his own contract.

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*Hogan picks up the phone as the camera zooms in. Before he brings the phone to his ear, a single solitary word can be seen flashing on the caller I.D. 5 letters that could signify another big shakeup within the EBWF ranks....*

*The camera zooms in more. The phones called I.D. just says "SCOTT"