Post by The Anarchist on May 11, 2018 22:32:21 GMT -5
Destiny watched in horror as her husband gets plowed through the announce table. She had the ring apron lifted just enough that she could peek at the action. Seromine had Justin “Stormm” Michaels in prime position for an Ashes to Ashes finisher in a major spot. The awareness of the North American champion came into play at the right moment, his spidey sense tingled, and instead a counter was devised that had Stormm scoring with his finisher.
After seeing the impact and subsequent explosion of it, the loud cheers rained down. “Bloodthirsty savages!” she quietly told herself as her blood pressure raised. All hope would not be lost. She knew her time was coming to sneak out and help change the course of the match. So when she charged gallantly at Stormm, she took joy in smashing his temple into the barricade with all that she had. Some forget, she has ring experience, so it wasn’t like some untrained monkey not knowing how to safely deliver a spot.
A couple of minutes later and viola! Her husband had pinned the North American champion and taken the chance for victory away from the Hangtown Horror all at the same time. Enjoy that bible, Grimm!
Not to be lost in the chaos was Kyle Shane turning around and being sprayed with a red mist. A little measure of revenge for his stunts, taunts, attacks, and for just being Kyle Shane. He deserved it and got it post-match in the form of his World title cracking his skull! But that wasn’t the only thing that happened to him…
Seromine had circled this show as a TRUE banner night for Salvation. The plan was simple. Gabriel would defeat Kyle Shane. He would win the Fatal Four Way and thereby giving him extra momentum heading into the next round. And The Followers would surprise all by entering the Last Chance Battle Royal. One of them would be the last one standing and well...you know the story.
Two-thirds of those mentioned apparently didn’t get the message. Two-thirds of that equation didn’t understand GOD’S plan, or just didn’t care to actually follow orders. Seromine’s body was still feeling the meaning of pain from the punishing four way and would certainly find movement more of a chore thanks to Stormm putting him through the announce table.
So when Darren “Monster” Silvaira was declared the winner, you could understand that he wasn’t at the forefront of thoughts. At least not Seromine’s. Destiny, on the other hand, saw someone the size of Dominator. A man who chucked her husband aside earlier in the night in route to going face to face with Grimm. She was understandably concerned about his massive size advantage. With that, came the strength advantage. This would take a far different game plan to come up with for victory.
It was a matter that would need to wait. No matter how much she tried to raise the issue. Seromine’s anger was so high that it could have very well melt the ice he soaked his body in, turning the bath into a sauna! His good name had been embarrassed tonight. All he wanted to do was head back to California and deal with the aftermath.
BACK HOME
“Babe. I think we should really talk about this ‘Monster’ fella. I can’t find any information on him. In fact, all we have to go on is his performance at Trauma.”
Concern still pushed its way in her voice. She had the footage playing on a loop and at different speeds to try and figure this guy out. Sure, she was confident her husband could slay him and move one step closer to winning the tournament, but at what cost? Seromine took a brief look at the computer screen, scoffing with dismissal.
“That’s the end result of The Joka being kicked in the BAWLS one too many times. In his place, he sends in the muscle. Nobody was smart enough in that match to band together and dump the biggest threat immediately. It’s why they were in the LAST CHANCE to begin with.”
“But...”
“Darren is big, sweetheart. Big and dumb. I know I have to watch out for his power. He may even be the biggest opponent from a size perspective I’ve ever faced! If you want to feel better, look up matches involving Dominator. Giants can be brought down to size. No one has pinned him yet. But Silvaira isn’t Dominator and he isn’t facing a rookie.”
Seromine continued getting dressed, wincing at the use of his upper body muscles. Destiny frowned at the bruising she saw on his back. Then she thought of the sound heard when her knee made contact with Justin’s head and it brought a chuckle to her heart.
“I just want you to be safe.” she continued with worry.
“Hey! I have medical insurance. Does he?”
The joke fell on deaf ears as Destiny sighs. Seromine walks over and takes her by the hands. He slowly crouches down, again wincing, so he can get eye level with her. “We’ve been on this road for how long? I’ve taken on all comers of every size and here I am still standing. I’ve never had any major injuries, have I?”
“No, but...”
“This guy calls himself ‘Monster’ but I don’t believe in fairy tales. Sure, he can overpower me. But I can outsmart him. Just like David outsmarted Goliath. That’s not to say that I don’t think about the ‘what ifs’ when facing someone his size. But he’s in my God damn way and I intend on knocking down that oversized roadblock.”
Seromine kisses his wife on the cheek. “Come on. We have other business to take care of.”
A knock comes at the bedroom door. Kristen is on the other side.
“Are you guys leaving somewhere?” the eldest asks with teenage curiosity.
“Yes.” answers Seromine “Your mother and I have decided to run away together. Good luck to you and your sisters. We’ll miss you!”
“Jason!” Destiny playfully elbows him while laughing. It was more of a gentle love tap. “That was supposed to be our little secret!”
He feigns shock, snapping his fingers. “You heard nothing, daughter. NOTHING!!”
“You two are so lame!”
“Well, your our child, so what does that make you?”
“Hm. A cautionary tale? Haha! Seriously though, are you guys heading out?”
Destiny spins around in her chair. “Just for a little bit. Why?” she narrows her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
Here comes the charm.
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if...”
Her parents waited for the expected. Kristen notices the paused image of Darren Salvaira on the screen and is temporarily halted. “Woah! Who’s the giant?!”
Destiny flips her head around, catching herself saying “Oh shit!” a little late, as she turns the computer screen off. “Twenty?”
Kristen works through being frazzled as reality smacks her back to it. “Huh? Oh. No. I wasn’t coming for money. I just wanted to know if I could spend the night at my friend’s house.”
Seromine took this one. “Of course. Just make sure to call us when you get there.”
“Dad, she only lives a few blocks away.”
“Hey now. In this day and age, you can’t be too careful!”
Kristen dropped some ASL on him, spelling L-A-M-E as she playfully leaves. Destiny gets herself out of the chair. She brushes her hair and ties it off in a semi-long, brown ponytail. “Ready, old man?”
“Always. Grandma!”
THE LAST TIME
Seromine and Destiny drove down the long, winding dirt road that took them inside the heart of Labyrinth Grove. The once ripe citrus trees which made up the interiors of the maze, were beginning to lose their luster. Orange orbs were falling to the earth, leaving their hosts naked if not for the leaves on the limbs. Dust clouds form as Seromine drives to the center. His grip on the wheel was tight. His anger had slowly returned every mile of the way. Destiny kept herself busy by singing whatever songs came on the radio. Both were fans of classic rock, so she had plenty to sing along with.
That was until Seromine parked.
“This is such bullshit.” Seromine bellows “I told those guys they would be competing. How do they repay us?”
“I know, babe. I’ve been losing faith in them for awhile. I mean, what did they really bring at ringside? If I wanted to be around statues, I’d go to a museum.”
Destiny was out of the car first. Seromine took a calming breath and followed. Trauma replayed in his mind over and over. It was supposed to be a big night. Key word: Supposed.
He had put out the word to the followers that a sermon was scheduled this evening. The once blue skies were beginning to melt away into a gorgeous sunburst of pinks and oranges. There was a cool breeze rustling through the trees. Everything was dead silent, save for the walk to the barn. Seromine pulls the large wooden door back, holding it open so Destiny could enter first. He follows close behind.
“Heh, there will be time for that later, mister...” Destiny amorously whispers to her husband as he pinches her bottom. It was the lone bit of cheer he provided. The moment his eyes adjusted to being inside and seeing the guests, he tensed right back up.
The followers were standing. Their attention remained straight ahead to the makeshift pulpit. Seromine took the time to stand face-to-face with most of them. The ones he lacked the height for, he cranked his head up. If they thought his stare was death, Destiny’s was enough make them look elsewhere. Seromine steps to the forefront.
“James 1:14-15. But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death. It is so nice of you all to follow THIS request to be here tonight. It tells me you are capable of listening to what is said, because somewhere along the way, you decided to disobey.”
Seromine motions for the followers to be seated. They turn to look amongst one another. Destiny spins around on a dime. “Sit the FUCK down! NOW!”
Her voice echoed. The followers have a seat.
“I want to see all of your faces for this.” he continued. “Remove those ridiculous masks and hand them to Destiny.”
They do just that.
“You were told to enter the Last Chance Battle Royal. You were to eliminate whoever else was in the ring, and then come to a consensus amongst yourselves about who would win. Whomever that was, would promptly lay down in the center of the ring and be pinned. I didn’t ask to be part of this tournament. But I don’t run away from challenges. That’s something from your tool kit. You ran from the challenges of LIFE. You ran from the challenges of the RING. And yes, sinners, you ran from the challenges of GOD!”
Seromine was bringing the fury behind his scathing condemnation. Destiny smiles as she hears all of this. During such, she is looking at the sixteen guests of honor. Analyzing their breathing. Their body language. Their emotions. She was cerebral like that. There was an internal joy she was getting from this.
“Salvation is DEAD! You are hereby dismissed from our presence. You have failed to fully accept everything we have given you. You have failed to fully understand what the overall mission was. OUR crusade as one! Because of YOUR disobedience, my wife is wrestling with great concern for my well being against a MONSTER! For two years, we tried saving you from yourselves.”
Seromine pauses to gather some sort of composure. The images of time run through his head like a marathon runner. The wins, losses, ups, downs, triumphs, failures, rivalries, sermons...every single ounce of energy ever given to the cult leading. But he can’t erase the error of judgment they decided to engage in behind his back. Behind Destiny’s back. Behind even GABRIEL’S back. This was unforgivable.
“Get out of our lives. Get OUT of our sight. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!” Seromine charges forward looking ready to fight every single one of them. Had it not been for the restraint of Destiny, he very well may have punished them worse than what Gabriel received prior.
There was nothing for the followers to say. If they spoke, it was ignored. They got the message loud and clear. Into the approaching night they would return to a world that had once betrayed them. Left now to try and make things right and go about re-entering society and starting a new life.
“So...what now?” Destiny asks.
“Just what in the hell did Gabriel think he was doing?!” Seromine answers angrily. It was more residual anger than anything. “He failed to defeat Kyle Shane. He pulled an innocent into harm’s way. He---”
“That was pretty funny though, you have to admit!”
She was speaking of Sasha Greene. Seromine was willing to concede. “I don’t recall telling him to go out and attack somebody. Tyler Scott is not an enemy of ours. He hasn’t crossed us. What the hell was he thinking?”
Destiny shrugged as she thought about that. “Past history?”
“Tyler Scott is his problem. Not ours. I’ll have no part of that. Gabriel should be focused on beating Justin Michaels. Maybe then when he has to face me, he’ll do the right thing.”
“What do you want to do with these, my love?”
She was still in possession of the animal masks that were assigned upon building the cult. The only ones missing were that of the Owl and Rattlesnake, the two worn by Seromine and Destiny themselves.
CREMATION
The masks warped in the fire of the Eternal Flame. Yes, it was inspired by the hit Bangles song. Duh. Seromine watched as they lose their features. There was a sense of relief as this was going on. Like a weight was removed off of his shoulders. No longer did he have to concern himself with those losers.
“If there is one positive we can take from the show, it’s that Kyle Shane was denied entry into the Last Chance Battle Royal!”
Seromine laughed to himself. “Oh god. Did you hear him out there?”
Destiny, an expert mimic, cued one up. “Stormm’s in the tournament! Dominator’s in the tournament! Why can the North American and Underground Champions compete and I can’t!?” She did it with emphatic exaggeration, making sure to get Kyle’s tone and movements just right. It was proceeded with a belly laugh. The same kind she gave after blinding him with a mist.
Seromine couldn’t help his own laughing fits. “Uh, Kyle, that is probably MY fault. The Deadly Rumble. I entered even though I won the World Title earlier in the night, and WON! I think Loki may have quickly moved to ensure that the top champion couldn’t enter the Invitational because of it.”
“Who would have Kyle challenged if he won it all? Himself?” Destiny had to wipe tears from her eyes.
“The company would have a coronary in trying to figure a Plan B!”
Whatever anger had still remained now burned away like the masks in the fire. Seromine and Destiny, finding humor where others may not see any, had to hold onto one another as they doubled over.
“I really set things back didn’t I?”
“You sure did!”
From that moment on, the mood was jubilant. As night crept in, the wind chill began getting colder. The Eternal Flame, the one time location for all things sermon wise, was extinguished. There was no longer a need to return to Labyrinth Grove after this. Seromine and Destiny could now refer to it under its real name.
Camarillo, California.
A city that held history for them.
But life resided in Anaheim.
They headed on their way back to home sweet home.
After seeing the impact and subsequent explosion of it, the loud cheers rained down. “Bloodthirsty savages!” she quietly told herself as her blood pressure raised. All hope would not be lost. She knew her time was coming to sneak out and help change the course of the match. So when she charged gallantly at Stormm, she took joy in smashing his temple into the barricade with all that she had. Some forget, she has ring experience, so it wasn’t like some untrained monkey not knowing how to safely deliver a spot.
A couple of minutes later and viola! Her husband had pinned the North American champion and taken the chance for victory away from the Hangtown Horror all at the same time. Enjoy that bible, Grimm!
Not to be lost in the chaos was Kyle Shane turning around and being sprayed with a red mist. A little measure of revenge for his stunts, taunts, attacks, and for just being Kyle Shane. He deserved it and got it post-match in the form of his World title cracking his skull! But that wasn’t the only thing that happened to him…
Seromine had circled this show as a TRUE banner night for Salvation. The plan was simple. Gabriel would defeat Kyle Shane. He would win the Fatal Four Way and thereby giving him extra momentum heading into the next round. And The Followers would surprise all by entering the Last Chance Battle Royal. One of them would be the last one standing and well...you know the story.
Two-thirds of those mentioned apparently didn’t get the message. Two-thirds of that equation didn’t understand GOD’S plan, or just didn’t care to actually follow orders. Seromine’s body was still feeling the meaning of pain from the punishing four way and would certainly find movement more of a chore thanks to Stormm putting him through the announce table.
So when Darren “Monster” Silvaira was declared the winner, you could understand that he wasn’t at the forefront of thoughts. At least not Seromine’s. Destiny, on the other hand, saw someone the size of Dominator. A man who chucked her husband aside earlier in the night in route to going face to face with Grimm. She was understandably concerned about his massive size advantage. With that, came the strength advantage. This would take a far different game plan to come up with for victory.
It was a matter that would need to wait. No matter how much she tried to raise the issue. Seromine’s anger was so high that it could have very well melt the ice he soaked his body in, turning the bath into a sauna! His good name had been embarrassed tonight. All he wanted to do was head back to California and deal with the aftermath.
BACK HOME
“Babe. I think we should really talk about this ‘Monster’ fella. I can’t find any information on him. In fact, all we have to go on is his performance at Trauma.”
Concern still pushed its way in her voice. She had the footage playing on a loop and at different speeds to try and figure this guy out. Sure, she was confident her husband could slay him and move one step closer to winning the tournament, but at what cost? Seromine took a brief look at the computer screen, scoffing with dismissal.
“That’s the end result of The Joka being kicked in the BAWLS one too many times. In his place, he sends in the muscle. Nobody was smart enough in that match to band together and dump the biggest threat immediately. It’s why they were in the LAST CHANCE to begin with.”
“But...”
“Darren is big, sweetheart. Big and dumb. I know I have to watch out for his power. He may even be the biggest opponent from a size perspective I’ve ever faced! If you want to feel better, look up matches involving Dominator. Giants can be brought down to size. No one has pinned him yet. But Silvaira isn’t Dominator and he isn’t facing a rookie.”
Seromine continued getting dressed, wincing at the use of his upper body muscles. Destiny frowned at the bruising she saw on his back. Then she thought of the sound heard when her knee made contact with Justin’s head and it brought a chuckle to her heart.
“I just want you to be safe.” she continued with worry.
“Hey! I have medical insurance. Does he?”
The joke fell on deaf ears as Destiny sighs. Seromine walks over and takes her by the hands. He slowly crouches down, again wincing, so he can get eye level with her. “We’ve been on this road for how long? I’ve taken on all comers of every size and here I am still standing. I’ve never had any major injuries, have I?”
“No, but...”
“This guy calls himself ‘Monster’ but I don’t believe in fairy tales. Sure, he can overpower me. But I can outsmart him. Just like David outsmarted Goliath. That’s not to say that I don’t think about the ‘what ifs’ when facing someone his size. But he’s in my God damn way and I intend on knocking down that oversized roadblock.”
Seromine kisses his wife on the cheek. “Come on. We have other business to take care of.”
A knock comes at the bedroom door. Kristen is on the other side.
“Are you guys leaving somewhere?” the eldest asks with teenage curiosity.
“Yes.” answers Seromine “Your mother and I have decided to run away together. Good luck to you and your sisters. We’ll miss you!”
“Jason!” Destiny playfully elbows him while laughing. It was more of a gentle love tap. “That was supposed to be our little secret!”
He feigns shock, snapping his fingers. “You heard nothing, daughter. NOTHING!!”
“You two are so lame!”
“Well, your our child, so what does that make you?”
“Hm. A cautionary tale? Haha! Seriously though, are you guys heading out?”
Destiny spins around in her chair. “Just for a little bit. Why?” she narrows her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
Here comes the charm.
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if...”
Her parents waited for the expected. Kristen notices the paused image of Darren Salvaira on the screen and is temporarily halted. “Woah! Who’s the giant?!”
Destiny flips her head around, catching herself saying “Oh shit!” a little late, as she turns the computer screen off. “Twenty?”
Kristen works through being frazzled as reality smacks her back to it. “Huh? Oh. No. I wasn’t coming for money. I just wanted to know if I could spend the night at my friend’s house.”
Seromine took this one. “Of course. Just make sure to call us when you get there.”
“Dad, she only lives a few blocks away.”
“Hey now. In this day and age, you can’t be too careful!”
Kristen dropped some ASL on him, spelling L-A-M-E as she playfully leaves. Destiny gets herself out of the chair. She brushes her hair and ties it off in a semi-long, brown ponytail. “Ready, old man?”
“Always. Grandma!”
THE LAST TIME
Seromine and Destiny drove down the long, winding dirt road that took them inside the heart of Labyrinth Grove. The once ripe citrus trees which made up the interiors of the maze, were beginning to lose their luster. Orange orbs were falling to the earth, leaving their hosts naked if not for the leaves on the limbs. Dust clouds form as Seromine drives to the center. His grip on the wheel was tight. His anger had slowly returned every mile of the way. Destiny kept herself busy by singing whatever songs came on the radio. Both were fans of classic rock, so she had plenty to sing along with.
That was until Seromine parked.
“This is such bullshit.” Seromine bellows “I told those guys they would be competing. How do they repay us?”
“I know, babe. I’ve been losing faith in them for awhile. I mean, what did they really bring at ringside? If I wanted to be around statues, I’d go to a museum.”
Destiny was out of the car first. Seromine took a calming breath and followed. Trauma replayed in his mind over and over. It was supposed to be a big night. Key word: Supposed.
He had put out the word to the followers that a sermon was scheduled this evening. The once blue skies were beginning to melt away into a gorgeous sunburst of pinks and oranges. There was a cool breeze rustling through the trees. Everything was dead silent, save for the walk to the barn. Seromine pulls the large wooden door back, holding it open so Destiny could enter first. He follows close behind.
“Heh, there will be time for that later, mister...” Destiny amorously whispers to her husband as he pinches her bottom. It was the lone bit of cheer he provided. The moment his eyes adjusted to being inside and seeing the guests, he tensed right back up.
The followers were standing. Their attention remained straight ahead to the makeshift pulpit. Seromine took the time to stand face-to-face with most of them. The ones he lacked the height for, he cranked his head up. If they thought his stare was death, Destiny’s was enough make them look elsewhere. Seromine steps to the forefront.
“James 1:14-15. But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death. It is so nice of you all to follow THIS request to be here tonight. It tells me you are capable of listening to what is said, because somewhere along the way, you decided to disobey.”
Seromine motions for the followers to be seated. They turn to look amongst one another. Destiny spins around on a dime. “Sit the FUCK down! NOW!”
Her voice echoed. The followers have a seat.
“I want to see all of your faces for this.” he continued. “Remove those ridiculous masks and hand them to Destiny.”
They do just that.
“You were told to enter the Last Chance Battle Royal. You were to eliminate whoever else was in the ring, and then come to a consensus amongst yourselves about who would win. Whomever that was, would promptly lay down in the center of the ring and be pinned. I didn’t ask to be part of this tournament. But I don’t run away from challenges. That’s something from your tool kit. You ran from the challenges of LIFE. You ran from the challenges of the RING. And yes, sinners, you ran from the challenges of GOD!”
Seromine was bringing the fury behind his scathing condemnation. Destiny smiles as she hears all of this. During such, she is looking at the sixteen guests of honor. Analyzing their breathing. Their body language. Their emotions. She was cerebral like that. There was an internal joy she was getting from this.
“Salvation is DEAD! You are hereby dismissed from our presence. You have failed to fully accept everything we have given you. You have failed to fully understand what the overall mission was. OUR crusade as one! Because of YOUR disobedience, my wife is wrestling with great concern for my well being against a MONSTER! For two years, we tried saving you from yourselves.”
Seromine pauses to gather some sort of composure. The images of time run through his head like a marathon runner. The wins, losses, ups, downs, triumphs, failures, rivalries, sermons...every single ounce of energy ever given to the cult leading. But he can’t erase the error of judgment they decided to engage in behind his back. Behind Destiny’s back. Behind even GABRIEL’S back. This was unforgivable.
“Get out of our lives. Get OUT of our sight. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!” Seromine charges forward looking ready to fight every single one of them. Had it not been for the restraint of Destiny, he very well may have punished them worse than what Gabriel received prior.
There was nothing for the followers to say. If they spoke, it was ignored. They got the message loud and clear. Into the approaching night they would return to a world that had once betrayed them. Left now to try and make things right and go about re-entering society and starting a new life.
“So...what now?” Destiny asks.
“Just what in the hell did Gabriel think he was doing?!” Seromine answers angrily. It was more residual anger than anything. “He failed to defeat Kyle Shane. He pulled an innocent into harm’s way. He---”
“That was pretty funny though, you have to admit!”
She was speaking of Sasha Greene. Seromine was willing to concede. “I don’t recall telling him to go out and attack somebody. Tyler Scott is not an enemy of ours. He hasn’t crossed us. What the hell was he thinking?”
Destiny shrugged as she thought about that. “Past history?”
“Tyler Scott is his problem. Not ours. I’ll have no part of that. Gabriel should be focused on beating Justin Michaels. Maybe then when he has to face me, he’ll do the right thing.”
“What do you want to do with these, my love?”
She was still in possession of the animal masks that were assigned upon building the cult. The only ones missing were that of the Owl and Rattlesnake, the two worn by Seromine and Destiny themselves.
CREMATION
The masks warped in the fire of the Eternal Flame. Yes, it was inspired by the hit Bangles song. Duh. Seromine watched as they lose their features. There was a sense of relief as this was going on. Like a weight was removed off of his shoulders. No longer did he have to concern himself with those losers.
“If there is one positive we can take from the show, it’s that Kyle Shane was denied entry into the Last Chance Battle Royal!”
Seromine laughed to himself. “Oh god. Did you hear him out there?”
Destiny, an expert mimic, cued one up. “Stormm’s in the tournament! Dominator’s in the tournament! Why can the North American and Underground Champions compete and I can’t!?” She did it with emphatic exaggeration, making sure to get Kyle’s tone and movements just right. It was proceeded with a belly laugh. The same kind she gave after blinding him with a mist.
Seromine couldn’t help his own laughing fits. “Uh, Kyle, that is probably MY fault. The Deadly Rumble. I entered even though I won the World Title earlier in the night, and WON! I think Loki may have quickly moved to ensure that the top champion couldn’t enter the Invitational because of it.”
“Who would have Kyle challenged if he won it all? Himself?” Destiny had to wipe tears from her eyes.
“The company would have a coronary in trying to figure a Plan B!”
Whatever anger had still remained now burned away like the masks in the fire. Seromine and Destiny, finding humor where others may not see any, had to hold onto one another as they doubled over.
“I really set things back didn’t I?”
“You sure did!”
From that moment on, the mood was jubilant. As night crept in, the wind chill began getting colder. The Eternal Flame, the one time location for all things sermon wise, was extinguished. There was no longer a need to return to Labyrinth Grove after this. Seromine and Destiny could now refer to it under its real name.
Camarillo, California.
A city that held history for them.
But life resided in Anaheim.
They headed on their way back to home sweet home.