Phoenix Fire and Candles

[zodiac]

(Yesterday)

*It's dark out. Stormy. Rainy. With a crash of lightning, my return to the Earth paved my return. My resurgence to this Earth brings me to this small shack of a sorry excuse of a town, named Hancock, Minnesota. I walk in through the doors. I don't have much on. The fabric on me resembles rags more than they do cloths. It looks like I'm in a bar. It's a small town so few people are in there. Seems to be the everyday worker finishing the hard eighty-ten-twelve hour shift. I make my way in. I approach and sit on the bar stool. I lean forward. The bartender makes his way over.*

Bartender - What'll it be stranger?

Me - Mongo.

*The bartender raises an eyebrow.*

Bartender - Mongo eh? I don't think I've hard that one before. Sounds kind of fruity. What's in it?

Me - I'm not here for a drink, I'm here for Mongo The Destroyer. You know who he is, Minnesota is the home of the XHF. Tell me where he is. Now.

Bartender - Oh him. Yeah I heard the XHF started up again. Id try his main office in the XHF Headquarters. Is that in... St. Cloud? Minneapolis?

*Im not dealing with him or his inept blathering. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him close to me.*

Me - You listen to me and you listen good, your dealing with a wolf in sheeps clothing. Believe me, you don't want to see me when I become a wolf. Mongo The Destroyer has wronged me. He has denied me my shot to becoming the champion. It has been more than ten years since I've been to this world and i have some killing to do. Now tell me where he is or you'll be the appetizer before the main course.

Drunk #1 - Is this guy bothering you?

*I turn to the right and find two people approaching me, their both from opposite sides.*

Me - Back away if you know what's good for you.

Drunk #2 - Let him go ya hear? Old Charlie has been a good guy and he doesn't need any of this guff your bringing to him.

Me - I'm looking for answers. If this "Charlie" guy gives them, he will have nothing to fear.

Drunk #1 - He doesn't have to tell you, nothin'!

Drunk #2 - Last chance!

*I look back to the bartender.*

Me - So what's it going to be?

Bartender - I think it's St. Cloud!

Me - Thanks.

*I let go... a split second before I throw a punch that sends him to the ground.*

Drunk #2 - Wrong answer!

*Drunk Number Two charges me. He throws a fist. As quick as lightning, I duck underneath his fist. I wait until I'm in the right position - or rather, until the drunk is in the right position. The stars have aligned. The two heads are lined up perfectly. I send a thunderous fist that hits Drunk #2 so hard it hits Drunk #1. Both of them are on the ground. I turn and walk out of the bar.*

Me - Today, on the fifteen year anniversary of the XHF, I return. Mongo has wronged me. As the former champion within the XHF, Mongo has closed the title. He has stolen my chance for redemption. To St. Cloud, Minnesota I guess. To the XHF headquarters. Its time to make a redeemer of myself. Its time to send Mongo the kind of pain he sent me.

*Until next time....*