AS77: Cerberus & Matt Tastic vs. Young Justice & Mikey Stormrage
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| ★ The Fist is for Honor, not for Show ★ |
Ki-yeh!
A punch is blocked.
Hus!
A knee is buried into the attacker's stomach.
The scene opens with a pair of students, marked so by their white gi and belts of orange and green, taking center stage amongst a group of their peers in a sparring session. The boy, whom is of the higher ranking green, is besting the girl in her promotion match which would elevate her from orange to green. She continually steps forward with aggression, swinging wildly with both fists and feet in the attempt to land the single knock out blow. The older student continues to dodge, parry and counter attack with relative ease in the face of the wild girl.
Their teacher, Jonathan Hyada, watches the girl closely. Every scream of uncontrolled rage is noted. Every hateful glare she throws at her opponent when she misses an attack is counted. Jon looks on as he tallies the point count and checks his stop watch; the girl is four points behind with three minutes to go.
She swings with an arching right hand.
The boy palms her forearm to parry, stepping in to sweep out her leg while his right hand shoves her shoulder.
Her back hits the ground. Five points behind now.
She rolls to her feet and fakes another punch. The boy takes the bait and feels a new ache in his ribs thanks to her knee.
Four points behind again. She does have skill.
Two minutes pass and she has closed the gap in score to a single point, however she must win in points, a tie would force her to fight this match again later. A loss would lead her to another series of matches to earn this fight again.
She connects with a furious kick to the boy's hip, tying the score, yet he stepped in to accept the blow and landed an open palm thrust to the chest that scored him a point and forced her stumbling back away in pain.
Her back hit the wall of the dojo. Her chest hurt, but not as much as her pride. And she had little time left. Her fingers had curled around something on the wall and she ran forward, leveling an equalizer with the boy's head.
Her momentum was halted nearly as quickly as it started and she felt a new pain in her back that wasn't there before. Caught completely by surprise, it took a few seconds for the girl named Autumn to realize she was flat on her back, arms trapped, and staring into the glacial eyes of her mentor.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Venom seeped out of the fighter's words, causing the girl's eyes to snap open, looking up at Jon.
"I-- I'm sorry sensei..." Her arms began to ache from his pinning trap, the wooden training sword she had tried to use applying pressure to her secured joints. "I... I got caught up in the--"
"You are no longer welcome here." The teacher's eyes hardly registered the student beginning to grimace in pain from the submission hold as he looked down at her.
"But..."
Her words went unheeded, as Jon took the time to look back over his shoulder to make sure his other student was alright. Instead of finding the boy however, to his confusion he saw a prone Haven, laid out on the mat holding his jaw in pain. He turned back to regard the girl but his eyes widened in momentary shock then narrowing in anger as before him now, instead of the girl Autumn, it was Amber Warren. A furious grin painted her face as she stared down at the fallen Haven. She flipped the microphone she had used as a weapon in her hand, rolling it over and over as she slowly backed away from Jon and passed away into darkness. The fighter realized he had been standing between the two and turned to check on Haven, only to find a man from his past standing over his partner. While he was nothing more than a silhouette, it was easy to tell that he too held a weapon, a tire iron, and lifted it above his head to bring it down on his prone friend.
"I don't know why she did it..."
The image of the man shattered as Jon was startled from his sleep. He looked around, trying to clear his disorientation as Haven walked into the locker room where Jon had apparently drifted off. Pulling the Punisher hoodie from his head, he stared up at his partner while running his fingers through his hair.
"...what?"
"Amber. I don't know why she hit me." Haven leaned back against a locker across from Jon and idly tugged at his elbow pad like he meant to remove it.
"It seems like she doesn't have the sense to know who's friend and foe."
"I mean... I was just trying to help. Why would she attack me?"
"She didn't just attack you."
Jon stood up and reached into the open locker that was next to Haven to finish putting some of his gear away.
"She assaulted you with a weapon." The tone of Jon's voice betrayed a slight edge of agitation within the man.
"But why?! I was there to help her! What kind of person attacks someone trying to help them?"
"One with no class."
Haven seemed to tune Jon's answer out as he began running through the gauntlet of questions he had out loud to himself.
"I mean, I'm a nice guy, right?
People like me, at least I thought they did.
Why would she attack me for doing something nice?
Does she not like me?
Did I do something wron--"
Haven's last question was cut off with a definitive slam of the locker door, this time breaking him of his concentration. He turned to look at his partner who stood staring at the locker, giving no heed of his own to his partner.
"Amber seemingly has little respect for others, especially those that come to her aid. Needed, wanted, that matters not. Striking someone who stands at your side is a picture of someone who lacks honor."
"I... I was just trying to help. Am I not a good guy?" Haven replied, believing Jon was speaking to him.
"It appears Amber is not one of 'the good guys.'"
The image of Autumn flashed in his head.
"It also appears that she has far more to learn from El Califa about what it is to have honor in the ring."
Then Haven, writhing in pain.
"Honor of a warrior."
And finally, the man from his past.
"A true good warrior does not raise their hand, a hand clutching a weapon, against an ally."
Haven shook his head, Jon's reasoning continued to fall on partially deaf ears as he focused on the mistake he believes he made and Amber's reaction to that mistake. Putting his head into his hands he closed his eyes, the scene in his head escalating to levels of hysterical overreaction.
"Oh man... I'm just not...
I'm not good...
Man...
I'M NOT GOOD WITH REJECTION."
Jonathan, standing beside his partner, began to feed off of his negative emotion and used it as fuel to continue to feed his own fire that was now focused inward on himself in his own overreaction. WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?
Haven tugs at his mask as he groans out of frustration from not being liked by Warren.
"GWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The swirling anger inside of Hyada's head and the noise of Haven's groaning force him to make his own audible cry of frustration as he slams his fist against the locker.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRR!"
"BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Young Justice notice that someone has started to yelling with them. They instantly stop and look for the source. It is none other than the WZCW EurAsian Champion, Mikey Stormrage. Mikey continues to yell as he cuts into some dialogue.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- Why are we yelling? AHHHHHHH!"
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone could hear us."
Mikey stops his yelling and smiles at the pair.
"I thought you guys were reenacting some scene from Dragonball Z or something. Are you two okay?"
Hyada doesn't respond, but Haven looks up with sad eyes at Mikey.
"Amber Warren doesn't like me."
"She hit Haven with a foreign weapon. What kind of farce is that? I swear, it frustrates me to no end..."
Hyada punches the locker again.
"Guys... dudes... chillax... What happened out there will probably happen to you a million times before you leave this company. And most likely in a lot more weirder ways."
Mikey's words are mainly directed at Hyada who returns a sour expression, but then he looks down at the sitting Haven. He examines his get up.
"Especially you."
For whatever reason, Haven takes this as a compliment.
"Now, look. When I got shot off a 15 foot steel cage by a guy with a bazooka net gun, I was pretty displeased my self, but these things happen. The best thing you can do is not let it dictate your attitude. One round comes, it goes, and then off to the next."
Haven looks up at Hyada, who is still struggling with taking Mikey's advice.
"Look, I have some good news. I just got an email that says next round we have been paired to team up."
"What?"
"A new sidekick?!"
"Haha, no. Not a sidekick, but we are teaming up for a one-off round against Cerberus and--"
Mikey paused and glared at the camera.
"Matt Tastic."
A woman screams somewhere down the hallway.
"Wow, that's awesome!"
Jon remained silent a moment, mulling the situation over.
"We are honored to team alongside a great champion such as yourself, Stormrage."
"Oh stop it. You are making me blush. Anyways, I have a crazy idea. With this week being Spring Break and all, I usually take a trip down to Jersey Shore to let go and get away. I was wondering, since we are going to be teaming, why don't you two tag along?"
Haven stands up and looks at Hyada with puppy dog eyes.
"Can we? Can we?"
Hyada sports a half-smirk for the first time since he returned to the locker room.
"I don't see why it could hurt..."
"Yay!"
"Alright! Haha, well you guys hang tight and I am going to grab my things. Come to my locker room when you two are ready to go."
Mikey offers a wave before exiting the room. Haven waves after him in excitement.
"This is going to be great, I just know it."
Hyada nodded and continues to get his bag in order. The camera zooms in on the complex look on Hyada's face. Something is brewing inside his mind, but will this Spring Break trip cool the heat that is beginning to boil within him?
Kermit
the Frog
Issue #6: Spring Break
Haven grins ear to ear as Stormrage exits the room. He looks over at his partner, but Hyada is having a hard time relieving the tension in his mind. Haven instantly notices this.
Haven: Come on Jon, we cant let this eat us up. Mikey is right. If we let these little things bother us we are going to lose our focus.
Hyada thinks for a moment, but begins to realize that it is actually his partner this time that is thinking rationally. This takes him by surprise, and somewhat humbles him.
Hyada: Fine, but just because Im letting it go doesnt mean I think what she did was right. You didnt deserve that attack, Haven.
Haven responds with a child-like smile. He slowly holds out his hands for what appears to be a hug request.
Hyada: What are you doing?
Haven: What? No hug? Oh, I thought this was leading into a hug awkward..
Haven quickly lowers his hands. Hyada rolls his eyes and then fetches his gym bag inside a locker against the wall.
Haven: You know, we really have to thank Myles for pairing us up with Mikey this round. If it were not for him, we might have never gotten this opportunity! Im going to go thank him now!
Hyada responds while having his back turned to his partner. He is checking his bag to see that everything is in order.
Hyada: Haven, just leave him alone. The last thing I want to do is get on his bad side. Especially with the tag title contendership wide open. You hear me?
A brief pause occurs.
Hyada: Haven?
Hyada looks behind his shoulder and sees that his green friend has already bolted out the door.
Hyada: Haven!
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The scene switches to a shot of Chuck Myles going over a chart on a clipboard with a backstage worker. It appears their conversation ends as Myles gives the worker a pat on the back to send him on his way. Just as Myles turns to leave, he comes face to face with a giddy Haven! Haven is out of breath as he addresses Myles.
Haven: Oh *pant* Myles! *pant* Im so glad I found you. They said you had already left.
Myles: Thats because I am leaving, Haven. Now, get out of my way. I have a plane to catch.
Myles tries to walk past Haven, but Haven grabs his arm.
Haven: Myles, wait! I just wanted to say thank you for pairing us up with Mikey this week. Youve always been like a father to me.
Myles stares blankly at Haven.
Myles: I have?
Haven: Well, more like a creepy uncle, but you get the point.
Myles: I dont have time for this idiocy. Your welcome on the pairing, but I really have to run.
Myles walks away in haste. Haven rushes up to his side.
Haven: Of course, here let me get this door for you!
As Myles approaches a set of doors, Haven flings it open prematurely and whacks Myles right in the head. Myles goes down like a ton of bricks.
Haven: Oh no! OH NO! MYLES!
Haven bends down to check on Myles, but he is out cold. As if on cue, Hyada turns the corner and spots Haven kneeling over the knocked-out Myles.
Hyada: What the hell did you do?!
Hyada rushes up to Myles and examines him.
Haven: It was an accident. I tried to open up the door for him, but I hit him in the head with it!
Hyada: You idiot! I told you not to talk to him!
*ring ring ring*
The cell phone inside Myles suit pocket begins to chirp and glow.
Haven: Ive got to answer it!
Haven grabs it out of his pocket, but before he can accept the call, Hyada stops him.
Hyada: NO! Are you really that dumb!?
Haven: It could be important!
The two partners share a tug of war over the phone, until it finally stops ringing. The silence prompts Hyada to let go of the phone.
Haven: Great, now we will never know who it is!
Hyada: Good!
*ding*
The sound of a voicemail alert goes off on the phone. Hyada glares at Haven because he knows what he is thinking.
Hyada: Dont you dare.
Haven acts out of defiance, and Hyada is unable to stop his partner from playing the voicemail.
Hyada: No, no no!
Haven: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
They both hush as the audio begins to come out from the phone.
???: Hey, Myles, I just wanted to confirm with you that I will be at the restaurant for our meeting on Jersey Shore. Im real excited, as I know you are. We havent talked since high school. Itll be great to reconnect with my old best friend. Ill chat with you later and see you at the meeting.
Hyada: Great, first you knock him out and then you listen to his personal voicemail. What next?!
Haven: We have to get him to Jersey Shore for that meeting.
Hyada: You are insane! We have to get him to a doctor.
Haven: Did you not hear the voicemail, Jon?! Its his best friend from high school. He is excited to see him, but now he wont get a chance if he is caught up dealing with my mess. We have to make it right.
Hyada: We?! This is your fault.
Haven: Hey, we are team!
Hyada hesitates.
Haven: Look, Myles is a lonely old man. We have to make sure he gets to see his old friend. Itll work perfectly. Did you hear the location? It is in Jersey Shore. That is where we are going with Mikey. Myles can just tag along.
Hyada is still reluctant.
Haven: Lighten up Jon. This will work. Trust me!
It could be that Haven is rubbing off on Hyada, or that he is just exhausted from the trouble Haven brings, but somehow Haven is able to persuade his ally.
Hyada: Fine, you get the feet. It is Spring Break, right?
Havens face lights up as they both grab onto Myles, but right before they pick him up, they hear a voice echoing around corner.
???: Mr. Myles are you still here?
Haven and Hyada both share a look of panic. Hyada begins looking around and spies a supply crate.
Hyada: Quick, in the supply crate!
They quickly stuff him in the wooden crate and close it just as the source of the voice turns the corner. It is a female backstage hand. She sees Young Justice and walks up to them.
Woman: Hey, have you two seen Myles? I need him to sign some things, but Im afraid he might have left.
Hyada: Uh, nope. I havent. Haven?
Haven: NO! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WORKED HERE ANYMORE?! HAHAHAHAHHHAHAH?!!!?!!!
Woman: Uh . okay.
The woman walks away as she leaves Hyada to come down on Haven.
Hyada: What the hell was that? You almost gave us away!
Haven: Im sorry, I panicked.
Hyada: This will never work. Myles needs to keep up appearances and answer phone calls.
Haven: Wait, I got it.
Haven reaches in his pocket and pulls out his own cellphone. He dials a number on it and waits for a response.
Hyada: Who are you cal-
Haven: Hey! Glad I caught you! Yeah, its Haven. Look, Im calling in that favor you owe me. I need a doppelganger for a person named Chuck Myles. He is the Aftershock General Manager. Yeah. Yeah, Im in Richmond right now. Yeah, I know. Do this and we are even. Okay, thanks. Bye.
Hyada: Who the hell was that?
Haven: Carlos.
Hyada: And who is this Carlos? And what did you mean by doppelganger?
Haven: That is Carlos, and that is what I meant.
Haven points down a hallway where a man, who almost looks exactly like Chuck Myles, is walking towards them.
Hyada: Who is that and how does he look just like Myles?! Also, how the hell did he get here so fast?
Fake Myles: Hola, senor Haven.
Haven: Hola. So, do you have everything under control?
Fake Myles: Si, I will take care of everything. What do you think of my look? Do I not look like Mr. Myles, or what? Heh heh.
Hyada: Exactly like him.
Haven: That's why you are the best. There is one thing. Your font color. It needs to a shade of green.
Fake Myles: My apologies, how is this?
Haven: Perfect!
Fake Myles: Alright! Good luck!
The fake Myles turns to walk away. Hyada is a little confused, but also impressed.
Hyada: Whatever, come on. Lets grab Myles and go find Stormrage.
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The scene transitions to a shot of Mikey, in a hoody and jeans, checking inside his bag to make sure everything is order. We hear a door opening as Mikey zips up his bag.
Mikey: Ah, alright guys!
Mikey turns around to face his upcoming tag team partners.
Mikey: Who is ready to part-tay! Heh-
Mikey stops talking as he stares at Young Justice +1. Myles is leaning up against Haven with a pair of thick black sunglasses on. Hyada knows the situation is awkward.
Hyada: So, yeah. Im ready to parrtttttttttttt-tay!
Mikey: What is Myles doing here?
Hyada: Well, uh---
Haven: Great news! Myles is meeting a friend in Jersey Shore and he overheard we were going. He came up to us and told us about how he never gets to connect with the roster.
Mikey: He did?
Haven: Yeah, so he decided he wanted to tag along with us since we are going to the same place.
Mikey: He does?
Haven: Yeah!
Mikey sports a puzzled look, but he addresses Myles.
Mikey: Myles, are you sure you want to hang with us? I mean, we are going to get crayyyyyy-zay on this trip.
Hyada stares a hole through Haven as he knows Myles cannot answer. Haven gives a big wink to Hyada and then turns to fake cough behind Myles back.
Myles (Haven): Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say fatso. Just make sure you keep making me a lot of money. Har, har, har!
Hyada feels doomed, but he is surprised when he looks over at Mikey and sees a smiling face upon him.
Mikey: Alright, Chuck Myles! Look at you and your bad self!
Myles (Haven): Har, har, har! Money, money, money!
Mikey: Haha! Hey, Hyada. Catch!
Mikey tosses Hyada a set of keys.
Mikey: I parked my car out back. You guys go ahead and load your stuff. I need to use the bathroom before we go.
Hyada nods.
Hyada: Will do.
Hyada looks over at Haven and gives him a I cant believe we got away with that look.
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We transition to a shot outside of the arena. We see a door opening up as Mikey comes out with his bag strapped over his shoulder. He looks geared and ready to go.
Mikey: Alright boys! Lets do thi-
Once again, Mikey finds himself pausing as he stares with his mouth ajar. The camera reveals what he is looking at. Haven and Hyada are stuffing the lifeless body of Chuck Myles into the trunk of the car.
Mikey: Whaaa?????
Hyada begins to say something, but Haven cuts him off as he blurts out the truth.
Haven: I WENT TO THANK MYLES FOR PAIRING US TOGETHER, BUT I ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKED HIM OUT WHILE OPENING THE DOOR, AND THEN WE FOUND OUT HE WAS MEETING A FRIEND AT JERSEY SHORE, SO WE DECIDED TO BRING HIM ALONG IN ORDER TO MAKE UP FOR MY MISTAKE, AND THAT IS THE WHOLE STORY. IM SORRY I LIED TO YOU!
Mikey pauses, but then smiles. He pulls out a pair of shades and places them on his face.
Mikey: Well, alright then. It is Spring Break after all, isnt it?!
Haven and Hyada both grin from ear to ear.
Hyada: Thats what I said! Haha!
They toss Myles into the trunk and slam the door down. All three men jump in the car, with Mikey at the wheel, and speed off as they laugh about the situation and in excitement for the adventure ahead.
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We transition to a shot later down the road where the three teammates are riding in the car and cracking up over something.
Mikey: I swear, go back and watch Heavyweights. Flex reminds me exactly of Uncle Tony, haha.
Haven chimes in from the backseat.
Haven: Wow. What a psycho!
They all laugh some more until Hyada cuts in.
Hyada: Man, this is awesome guys. We already know our opponents. Haven and I beat Cerberus at Unscripted and Mikey you have been here long enough to know Matt Tastics tricks. I really feel like this bonding experience is much more valuable in the grand scheme of things.
Hyada turns back from the passenger seat to look at Haven.
Hyada: Haven, thanks for pushing me to cut loose.
He then turns to Mikey.
Hyada: And Stormrage, thanks for offering us this outlet. I was so angry in that locker room after what happened with Warren and Cerberus. I dont know what I would have done if I didnt find a way to release some of my steam. What better way than spending it with two buddies?
Mikey and Haven both smile. We see that they are approaching an upcoming exit for the airport.
Mikey: Uh, guys. I hate to be that guy, but how exactly are we going to get an unconscious Myles through security?
Hyada: Oh, god. You are right. I didnt even think about that. Were screwed.
Haven rubs his chin vigorously.
Haven: Hmm. Wait! I got it!
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The scene transitions to a shot of Mikey, Hyada, Haven, and Myles leaning up against Haven, standing out in-front of a large terminal.
Hyada: Youve got to be kidding me.
The camera reveals that they are at a Malaysian Airport.
Haven: Come on, they lost an entire plane. Surely we can get an unconscious guy through security.
Hyada begins to speak, but then stops. He looks over at Mikey for a voice of reason.
Mikey: He does have a point.
Haven: Come on! Spring Break! Wooo!
He leans back behind Myles.
Myles (Haven): Har, har, har!
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We transition once again, but this time to a shot inside of the terminal. Haven is dragging Myles alongside him as Hyada and Mikey look at what appears to be plane tickets in their hands.
Hyada: I cant believe it worked. This defies every bit of logic, but it worked!
Mikey: Haha! Haven, you sly dog!
Haven leans behind Myles again.
Myles (Haven): Yeah, Haven. You are the best! I wish Hyada was as cool as you! Har, har, har!
Hyada rolls his eyes.
Hyada: Alright, we have 40 minutes before we have to load. We can kill some time before then.
Mikey: Oh. My. God.
Hyada: What?
Mikey is staring past Hyada with giant eyes. He grabs Hyadas shoulder and turns him around. Hyadas jaw drops. They are gawking at a giant Malaysian Arcade filled with foreign arcade fighting games. Hyada punches the air in excitement.
Hyada: Lets do this! Come on, Haven.
Hyada and Mikey proceed to walk, but Haven doesnt budge.
Haven: Eh, you guys go ahead. Im going to go ahead and board Myles on the plane. Ill feel better if I do that.
Mikey: Fine, suit yourself. But you wont get to witness me destroying Jon.
Hyada: Yeah, right. Be prepared to taste my fists of fury.
The two walk off towards the arcade as Haven begins dragging Myles, with his shades still on, towards the loading gate. However, as they walk, Haven notices a gift shop on the side. He looks at Myles business like attire and makes a decision.
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We transition forward to a point where Haven and Myles are walking up to scan their tickets. Myles is now wearing a Hawaiian themed shirt to compliment his shades. Haven places Myles ticket in his hand and reaches him forward to hand it to the lady working the gate. She takes it, but pauses for a moment. She stares at Haven skeptically.
Gate Attendant: Adakah anda memakai sarung kaki hijau??
Haven: Excuse me?
Gate Attendant: Mengapa tidak ada cinta di dunia ini?
Haven: If you look at the ticket, it is legit.
Haven points towards the ticket. The unsure attendant looks over the ticket.
Gate Attendant: Saya tidak boleh membaca. Uh.. Myles?
Haven: Yes! Myles! That is right.
The Gate Attendant shoots Haven an odd look and then looks at the shade-wearing Myles. An euphoric expression takes over her face.
Gate Attendant: Oh! Miles Davis?! Saya tidak menyangka akan bertemu selebriti!
Haven smiles and goes along with it.
Haven: Yes, exactly. Miles Davis. The famous black musician.
The attendant smiles and nods at Haven and slightly bows towards Myles.
Haven: You have no idea what I just said other than Miles Davis, do you?
The attendant just keeps nodding and smiling.
Haven: Haha, okay...
Gate Attendant: Sorry, sorry.
The attendant scans the tickets and allows Haven and Myles to pass.
Haven: Thank you!
The attendant just continues to smile and nod.
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We switch shots to Mikey and Hyada inside of the arcade. They are furiously mashing buttons and gyrating the control stick as they combat each other.
Hyada: You are pretty good!
Mikey moves his guy closer to Hyadas on the screen. Hyada is nearly out of health.
Mikey: Thanks!
Mikey goes in for the final punch, but just as he does, Hyadas character ducks down.
Hyada: But not good enough!
Hyada slings his character up with a giant uppercut. While in the air, Hyada executes a major combo that sends Mikeys character falling to the ground in defeat.
Mikey: Wow, what bullshit.
Hyada: Haha. That makes me 21-0 doesnt it?
Mikey: Whatever.
Mikey looks over at a clock in the arcade.
Mikey: Oh crap, we need to get on the plane. Come on!
Mikey and Hyada grab theirs things as they make a mad sprint towards the loading gate. Mikey almost immediately begins breathing heavily. Hyada takes notice as they continue to run.
Hyada: We will have to sign you up for some sessions with Flex, wont we?
Hyada lets out a small laugh.
Mikey: Yeah, yeah.
Hyada: All joking aside, what's the deal with Matt Tastic and you?
Mikey: Its beyond me. The guy is a loon. All I know is that he wants my belt.
Hyada: Speaking of, where is your EurAsian Title?
Mikey comes to a halt. Hyada stops with him.
Mikey: Oh, shit. I left it at the arena. We have to go back.
Hyada: No time, Ill get Haven to have Fake Myles air-mail it to you.
Mikey: Fake Myles?
Hyada: Yeah, come on. Ill tell you on the plane.
They both start running again.
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We transition to a shot of Haven and Myles sitting on the plane. Haven looks to the two empty seats next to him and Myles. A voice comes over the planes intercom.
Voice: Attention, we are now closing boarding.
Haven speaks under his breath.
Haven: Where are they?
Hyada: Right here.
Hyada and Mikey both show up and take their seats next to Haven and Myles.
Mikey: We made it! SPRING BREAK, FUCK YEAH!
Flight Attendant: Sir! Please! Your voice.
Mikey: Sorry..
Mikey looks over at a smiling Haven and Hyada. He whispers.
Mikey: spring break, fuck yeah.
The camera transitions outside as we see the plane take off towards Jersey Shore. It glows under the sinking sun. What adventures await at Jersey Shore? Will Myles get to his meeting in one piece? Find out in the next exciting RP!
FlexAmerican Dynamite
WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
Right after Meltdown 101:
The vile grunt of his voice pulsated within The Catalyst's mind as he staggered to the sink in the Fitness Gym's bathroom. Ramparte could hear Isis inside of his head now, and heard him right after Winters delivered the devastating Crucifix.
Flex Mussél had to carry him from the ring to his hired help Morley, who phoned for an ambulance, but Ramparte had other plans.
He pushed his partner away in a fit of pained rage and limped off, hand over his head and his resolve in shambles. The cold night air of Meltdown 101 clung tightly against him; his naked torso bristled against the roaring wind. He hailed a taxi and the driver brought him to the Flex Fitness Gym.
He could see Isis clearly from the mirror now; a disappointed frown displayed feintly from the water-stained looking glass. The demon's reflection held The List of The Slain, and that list was practically waving back at him. Ramparte turned a faucet handle and cupped his gloved hands. The water came pouring out in a rush. When Isis spoke again, it was filled with bitterness.
Ramparte splashed the water into his face with Isis's words echoing inside of his brain. The fluorescent light seared his eyes and he yelped in agony.
What little satisfaction he gained from silencing the purveyor of The List he bargained his soul for was gone in an instant with another headache. Time seemed to drift passed Ramparte as he clung to the walls leading to a stall.
Sickness came out of him in spasms.
Ramparte lunged for Isaiah Israel, and smacked himself against the adjacent wall. Confusion and more discomfort swept over him as he slowly realized the demon was never there. Still, Isis's laughter rang like bells through the caverns of his mind.
The moment of anger caused a hole in Mussél's lavatory. Exhausted, Ramparte collapsed onto the floor- his hand resting against it. When Flex came in, he literally burst into the room.
A wiry daddy longlegs spindled through the dent and onto Ramparte's brown glove. Shushing The Healthiest Man Alive, he slowly moved the back of his hand up into the air and showed the other half of Cerberus the spider.
Smiling now at Flex through his blonde unkempt hair, Ramparte puckered his lips and gave the wisp of an arachnid a kiss. Repulsed, his partner stepped back and said something intangible. Darkness was upon The Catalyst now, and it was taking hold.
Ramparte succumbed to his injury.
We've come to a crossroads, my dear friend
one in which there's no certain escape.
But fear not, because the Monsieur of Muscle is here to guide you.
I know you're wondering what's going on, need not worry-
We're taking a journey whilst you slumber on. Have to
find that Ramparte that is locked away. Something has gone wrong.
In this place we'll dive into your past, present and future.
I'm awfully curious where that leads to myself,
but we must make haste! Your vitamin-vindicated Virgil will rescue you!
Here lies the feeble 3-headed dog
whose name we borrow, and honor in battle.
Please do not forget who we are and what we can do.
Do not forget that we have dispose of Young Justice and then destroy the Dragones.
Though I imagine after what I'm seeing the last thing on your mind are superheroes and dragons.
In fact there are many very disturbing things in your mind my friend.
Things I wish the real version of myself was aware of, things I wish I could help with.
Even now you're silent, and I understand why.
That Christian Zealot has gotten to you,
but remember there's no dangerous a dog than the one that starves...
He allows us entry into another room
Is that little Ramparte, scurrying to papa?
Oh, oh my...how horrid a person he is in your dreams.
The pastor burned your hands for stealing a pomegranate?
That must be why you always wear those gloves.
I'm sorry, brother. Childhood was stolen from little Ray Roading.
Ah! Here we go; a masquerade ball.
That'smore like it. Excellent taste in fashion.
There sure are a lot of women in this area, Rami.
And how they sing! They must be a choir.
Their chorus is comforting as they dance around
and in the nude? Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh!
Let's journey forth, and save you from
your seriously messed up conscious, Rambo.
There are butterflies everywhere. Weird.
You and I are going to get you some help, man.
But not after we take on some gamers. Oh
hell, why am I even telling you this? You won't remember.
Some places are roped off; even for the likes of a ghostly entity like myself.
What else could you possibly hide, good buddy?
Sooner we get you out of here, the better, though.
A library with a woman in green reading to herself.
An old squeeze, methinks? Bah! She doesn't even
seem to have the ability to lift, bro.
And now into the future. Well, this is odd.
All I see are flames. Wait. No, there's you!
You're rocking back in forth in your suit, clutching at your lapel.
It breaks my heart muscles to see you like this.
But I have a protein shake, your favorite- Whey!
Surely I can get you out of this and into a StairMaster...
If I must scream, then my Frenchman lungs will!
Ramparte! Catalyst! 1/2 of Cerberus! Hear me.
Your healthiest hero is here! Wake up! Wake up!
For what good does it do to face Justice and Stormrage
alone? Well, yeah, we have this one killjoy, Tastic
with us, but you won't know that until later. Haha.
I know! I'll use the shake to put out the flames. Sacré bleu-
I'm such a Perfect Perfector of Perfection.
Now hang on best friend. Help is on the way!
"Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born."
Reaching heights so high that the World will scorn
I came to knock, Mefisto Manifesto; now let Mussél in-
A starving dog is a dog who can win.
Fades to white.
He is holding you down, Ramparte.
The vile grunt of his voice pulsated within The Catalyst's mind as he staggered to the sink in the Fitness Gym's bathroom. Ramparte could hear Isis inside of his head now, and heard him right after Winters delivered the devastating Crucifix.
You should have had this. You let the Soldier of God upstage you, and your partner is dragging you down.
Flex Mussél had to carry him from the ring to his hired help Morley, who phoned for an ambulance, but Ramparte had other plans.
What are you doing? You need a doctor, compadre...stat!
"Physician, Heal Thyself!"
Leave me be, Mussél. Just leave me be!!
"Physician, Heal Thyself!"
Leave me be, Mussél. Just leave me be!!
He pushed his partner away in a fit of pained rage and limped off, hand over his head and his resolve in shambles. The cold night air of Meltdown 101 clung tightly against him; his naked torso bristled against the roaring wind. He hailed a taxi and the driver brought him to the Flex Fitness Gym.
He could see Isis clearly from the mirror now; a disappointed frown displayed feintly from the water-stained looking glass. The demon's reflection held The List of The Slain, and that list was practically waving back at him. Ramparte turned a faucet handle and cupped his gloved hands. The water came pouring out in a rush. When Isis spoke again, it was filled with bitterness.
You owe him nothing. Don't you forget your purpose, boy. Don't you forget who you are, and what you're meant to be.
Ramparte splashed the water into his face with Isis's words echoing inside of his brain. The fluorescent light seared his eyes and he yelped in agony.
Are you even listening??
Shut up.
Shut up.
What little satisfaction he gained from silencing the purveyor of The List he bargained his soul for was gone in an instant with another headache. Time seemed to drift passed Ramparte as he clung to the walls leading to a stall.
Sickness came out of him in spasms.
Eww...uh, Ramses...you may need to see a doctor...
Ramparte lunged for Isaiah Israel, and smacked himself against the adjacent wall. Confusion and more discomfort swept over him as he slowly realized the demon was never there. Still, Isis's laughter rang like bells through the caverns of his mind.
The moment of anger caused a hole in Mussél's lavatory. Exhausted, Ramparte collapsed onto the floor- his hand resting against it. When Flex came in, he literally burst into the room.
MON DIEU! JESUS, RAMPARTE!!!
A wiry daddy longlegs spindled through the dent and onto Ramparte's brown glove. Shushing The Healthiest Man Alive, he slowly moved the back of his hand up into the air and showed the other half of Cerberus the spider.
Rambo...please...put down that spider. We need to get you to a hospital. I think you're suffering from a concussion.
Smiling now at Flex through his blonde unkempt hair, Ramparte puckered his lips and gave the wisp of an arachnid a kiss. Repulsed, his partner stepped back and said something intangible. Darkness was upon The Catalyst now, and it was taking hold.
Good~Night.
Ramparte succumbed to his injury.
We've come to a crossroads, my dear friend
one in which there's no certain escape.
But fear not, because the Monsieur of Muscle is here to guide you.
I know you're wondering what's going on, need not worry-
We're taking a journey whilst you slumber on. Have to
find that Ramparte that is locked away. Something has gone wrong.
In this place we'll dive into your past, present and future.
I'm awfully curious where that leads to myself,
but we must make haste! Your vitamin-vindicated Virgil will rescue you!
Here lies the feeble 3-headed dog
whose name we borrow, and honor in battle.
Please do not forget who we are and what we can do.
Do not forget that we have dispose of Young Justice and then destroy the Dragones.
Though I imagine after what I'm seeing the last thing on your mind are superheroes and dragons.
In fact there are many very disturbing things in your mind my friend.
Things I wish the real version of myself was aware of, things I wish I could help with.
Even now you're silent, and I understand why.
That Christian Zealot has gotten to you,
but remember there's no dangerous a dog than the one that starves...
He allows us entry into another room
Is that little Ramparte, scurrying to papa?
Oh, oh my...how horrid a person he is in your dreams.
The pastor burned your hands for stealing a pomegranate?
That must be why you always wear those gloves.
I'm sorry, brother. Childhood was stolen from little Ray Roading.
Ah! Here we go; a masquerade ball.
That'smore like it. Excellent taste in fashion.
There sure are a lot of women in this area, Rami.
And how they sing! They must be a choir.
Their chorus is comforting as they dance around
and in the nude? Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh!
Let's journey forth, and save you from
your seriously messed up conscious, Rambo.
There are butterflies everywhere. Weird.
You and I are going to get you some help, man.
But not after we take on some gamers. Oh
hell, why am I even telling you this? You won't remember.
Some places are roped off; even for the likes of a ghostly entity like myself.
What else could you possibly hide, good buddy?
Sooner we get you out of here, the better, though.
A library with a woman in green reading to herself.
An old squeeze, methinks? Bah! She doesn't even
seem to have the ability to lift, bro.
And now into the future. Well, this is odd.
All I see are flames. Wait. No, there's you!
You're rocking back in forth in your suit, clutching at your lapel.
It breaks my heart muscles to see you like this.
But I have a protein shake, your favorite- Whey!
Surely I can get you out of this and into a StairMaster...
If I must scream, then my Frenchman lungs will!
Ramparte! Catalyst! 1/2 of Cerberus! Hear me.
Your healthiest hero is here! Wake up! Wake up!
For what good does it do to face Justice and Stormrage
alone? Well, yeah, we have this one killjoy, Tastic
with us, but you won't know that until later. Haha.
I know! I'll use the shake to put out the flames. Sacré bleu-
I'm such a Perfect Perfector of Perfection.
Now hang on best friend. Help is on the way!
"Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born."
Reaching heights so high that the World will scorn
I came to knock, Mefisto Manifesto; now let Mussél in-
A starving dog is a dog who can win.
Fades to white.
FlexAmerican Dynamite
WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
That same feeling of loneliness haunts Flex in present day as he anxiously watches WZCW medical staff evaluate his tag team partner Ramparte. After suffering the crucifix from Winters on Meltdown followed by various altercations with the Dragones and Young Justice the catalyst has seemed to suffer a concussion. Worries of Ramparte never being able to return to the ring swirled through his mind; he feared hed be alone in WZCW unsure of what to do. Rampartes condition became more and more concerning as the week continued and after finding him passed out Flex decided seeking help would be the best course of action.
WZCW Doctor: Well just as you predicted Mr. Mussél Ramparte seems to have a minor concussion. His eyes are glazed over and he seems to be speaking a bit of nonsense.
Ramparte: The fire all I see is fire
Doctor: Yeah .I wouldnt advise that he competes this week.
Flex: Are you insane? Ramparte is one half of Cerberus and both heads of the hell hound are needed to compete. What am I supposed to do without him forfeit the match?
Doctor: If you really care for your partners well-being you would let him sit this one out. You would probably also advice he see a psychiatrist as well.
Flex: Are you insinuating that I dont care about Ramparte? Hes not only my partner he is my best friend. Best friends dont let each other fight alone and they sure as hell dont let cowards like Young Justice get away with a cowardly four on two assault. I dont even know why I allowed him to inspected by the likes of incompetent men such as yourself. I am the healthiest man alive; wrestlers should seek me out for medical advice!
Doctor: Look Im the one Ph.D. here; Ive got plenty of other people that need to be checked out so Im not going to argue with you. Ramparte doesnt have any known immediate family and he unfortunately is too out of his mind currently to make decisions for himself. Its all up to you whether or not he competes on Ascension; just realize you will be doing it against doctors orders.
Flex: Lets get a few things straight. One: Ive got a Ph.D. in muscle, do you even lift? Two: Im the only family Ramparte needs because we have a bond that will never be broken. Three: Im Flex Mussél and I can cure any problems physical and psychological. I will not be alone again! You can bet on both members of Cerberus coming fully prepared to take a bite out of Young Justice and Mikey Stormrages fat ass .and Matt Tastic will be there to help out too! That reminds me I should probably give him a call
The fitness trainer picks his practically unconscious partner up off the examiners table and hoists him on his shoulder. He takes one last glance at the doctor, posses with his biceps, and struts off in defiance.
An hour or two later .
Flex can be seen pacing back and forth in the seedy and gothic looking living room of Ramparte who is laid across a couch seemingly subdued by his own psyche.
Flex: Think Flex, you need Ramparte 100% by Ascension, you've tried bench pressing him over your head to wake him up, giving him a Flex Fitness massage, and even giving him the Spin & Win; what else is left?
Morley: Can I be of any service Mr. Mussél?
Flex: Actually you can Morley, run to the kitchen and blend together some raw eggs, pepper, milk, orange juice, and a Flex Fitness protein shake stat!
The obedient butler leaves to follow the commands of the fitness trainer as Flex continues to worry about what hell do about Ramparte even beginning to ask his clear plastic face protector Masquer for help.
Masquer: This is a waste of time; he is holding you back, he should be left here to suffer as his incapacitation cannot help our plans for Amber Warren.
Flex: There is a time and a place to uncover the secrets of Warrens perfect figure. I cant leave him like this, I need him, and I cant accomplish these goals alone. On Ascension I attempt to tackle three men that stand for the things I hate most in WZCW. The mockery and false bravado that is Young Justice and the poster boy for obesity named Mikey Stormrage. Without Ramparte Id be walking into battle with Matt Tastic, a man I know nothing about and a man whose desires have nothing to do with the tag team titles.
Masquer: Has going back to Cholesterolia taught you nothing? Did the values Svetlana instilled in you just vanish? You do not need the help of anyone when you are Flex Mussél.
Flex: Everything Ive accomplished is because I had someone helping me. Whether it was Svetlana, you, or Ramparte I knew I could count on someone. I refuse to go on alone in the strange world that is WZCW, never again will I feel lonely like when my parents abandoned me, or when the FBI imprisoned the love of my life Svetlana. People love Haven because they believe he is true role model with a true distinction from right and wrong yet he endorses unhealthy couch potato behavior of video games just like Hyada and Stormrage. Haven cant save Hyada from his mediocrity and he cant save Mikey from his weight problems. However I can save Ramparte, I can prove that Im the role model people should be worshipping all along. Ill prove that Im the only hero in WZCW
At that moment the super saiyan of pro wrestling Matt Tastic busts right through the front door of Rampartes mansion like he owns the place. Upon seeing Flex he walks right toward not looking very happy.
Tastic: Usually if a person doesnt return a call or voicemail, then theyre not interested in talking to you. Most people usually get the hint but not you. After getting sick of hearing my ringtone and I turn off my phone only to turn it back on an hour later to 300 voicemails all from you, 2,000 spam emails all from your stupid fitness products, and almost 5,000 tweets on my feed all from you. Im not happy about having to team with you or your partner oh my god what the hell is wrong with your partner?
Flex: He seems to be having a mental breakdown that has caused him to be trapped within his own mind; it seems to be reoccurring theme with most of the people in WZCW. I thought since you have a long tenure with the company you must know a lot about it and can find a solution.
Tastic: Oh so youre calling me insane? Are you calling me weird? You think Im just another freak like the rest of them?!
Flex: Well it would be a lie to say you havent lost your sanity in recent weeks, and lying is just not healthy Mr. Tastic. However I do sympathize with you, management has held you down just like theyve been trying to hold me and my ally down. Theyve given other teams title shots just like they shafted you from the world title picture, they play favoritism with teams like the Dragones and Young Justice just like they do with Stormrage, for one night become the third head of Cerberus and we can rectify these mistakes.
Calmed by the words of the monsieur of muscle Tastic is no longer enraged as he watched Flex extend his hand in a show of solidarity. However still wanting to feel like a superior lone wolf he gives him a halfhearted hi five instead of a stern handshake.
Tastic: Fine, on Ascension we walk in to take care of business and then go our separate ways. Im still concerned on how the hell you plan on dealing with your partners unconsciousness.
Flex: Personally I thought we do a Weekend at Bernies type deal .
Morley: Sorry for the wait sir, the liquid if you have requested is now ready.
Flex: About time.
The butler hands the prophet of health a glass full of sludge like liquid with a smell that disgusts Tastic upon getting a small whiff of it.
Tastic: What is that horrible concoction?
Flex: Just one of the healthiest mood stimulating liquids ever made.
Flex then commands Morley to hold open Rampartes mouth and proceeds to pour the homemade drink down the catalysts throat. It only takes a few seconds for whatever effects to kick in as one half of Cerberus quickly awakes from his injury and runs straight to the bathroom and to the toilet. Sounds of regurgitation can be heard as Morley leaves to check on his master.
Tastic: Great, you woke him up but now he has the plague.
Flex: Eh, itll wear off by the time Ascension rolls around. The point is that I saved him, not Haven, Im the only superhero that exists, and Im going to prove it.
The sounds of Ramparte's puking finally send Tastic out the door in a disgusted frenzy. Left alone the sound of Flex's phone begins to ring and he answers in time fashion.
Flex: Hello?
??? : Franklin....I need your help, it's Svetlana, we talk now yes?
Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
"Sir I'm going to have to ask you turn off your electronic device."
The voice of the flight attendant goes unnoticed by the man she is speaking to.
"Sir please, I need you to...
"I'm trying to beat this level!"
Mikey Stormrage grunts through gritted teeth back at the flight attendant.
"Maybe you should just turn off..."
"HE IS IN DEEP CONCENTRATION! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
The voices of Jonathon Hyada and Haven continue the argument.
"Hold on, hold on. This, this is all wrong. We need to change this around. I've been green for two plus years, plus Matt Tastic is orange, and I'm gonna skull fuck that guy. I'm going to be green from this point on. Hyada, you can be red. James Howard is and always has been blue. You can't replace that man in my heart. Haven, you can pick whatever you want."
"So I'm red now?"
"I WANNA BE MAGENTA!"
"Okay, that settles it. I, Mikey Stormrage, will be green text. Hyada, you will be blue. Haven, you are Magenta for whatever reason. Now where were we? Oh yeah! I'm not turning my DS off."
Angered the flight attendant reaches out to grab the DS. Stormrage begins to fight back and a tug of war ensues. As they pull back and fourth, the DS flies out of their hands and lands in an empty seat, only for a rather obese man to sit on top of it.
"What the hell was that?"
"Its a comic book man, we can do anything we want!"
Hyada simply shakes his head as Haven and Mikey make super intense faces, as if trying to concentrate to make some sort of magical ability happen.
"Don't you guys think if we could wish things to happen, we should wish Myles awake?"
"Pfft, that's boring."
The flight attendant walks away and Mikey pulls another DS out of his pocket. After a short time, Mikey begins to squirm in his seat.
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have had that airport pizza. I'm making brownies in the Dutch oven."
"I love brownies."
Mikey quickly hurries from his seat, hurdling over Haven with rarely seen athleticism from the big man. He gets to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. He quickly knocks.
"WHO IS IT? WHO IS KNOCKING?"
"Cerebus!"
A chuckle can be heard coming from Haven a few rows away.
"Haha, sweet burn."
"I'm prairie dogging it! I'm coming in!"
Stormrage rams his shoulder into the door. He throws the man inside aside and quickly throws his pants to the floor and sits down. After a loud exhale, he looks over and realizes the man he threw aside was Chuck Myles, who is again passed out. After a period of about fifteen minutes, Mikey walks back to his seat and sits down.
"You will never guess who I ran into in the bathroom."
"Ryu?"
"Ben Roethlisberger?"
"What? No. I hope I never run into Ben Roethlisberger in a bathroom. It was Chuck. He was awake."
"Great! Now we can get out of this whole mess."
"Well the key word in that sentence, was. I sorta knocked him back out."
"You are an unstoppable machine. With you in our corner Cerebus can try to knock all the want, the only knocking that is gonna happen is us knocking them out."
"Har har har!"
"Haven, stop doing the fake Myles voice, it creeps me out."
"Har har har!"
"Let's just sit here and relax until the plane lands."
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A few hours later, after the plane has landed, the trio are walking along the pier. Hyada is walking around in casual wear and drinking from a bottle of water, Haven is wearing his normal superhero attire, sans his cape to due to the warm weather, though he has added a satchel. Stormrage is the only one taking advantage of the location, and is shirtless with shorts and sandals. He is carrying around a yard glass of alcohol. He has a rope tied around his rather robust waist that is pulling a small red wagon, which the unconscious Chuck Myles is riding in.
"You're not really wearin' that, are you?"
"Wearing what?"
"The man purse. You're actually gonna wear that, or you guys just fuckin' with me?"
"It's where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a man purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one."
"So does Joy Behar."
Hyada chuckles to himself as the three continue to walk along, many patrons stopping to stare at the trio. Stormrage suddenly stops, and Chuck falls out of the wagon. As Jon hurries to set him back inside, Haven begins to worry.
"What if Chuck is dead? I can't afford to lose somebody close to me again, it hurts too much. I was so upset when my grandpa died."
"How'd he die?"
"World War Two."
"Died in battle?"
"No, he was skiing in Vermont, it was just during World War Two."
This time both Hyada and Stormrage shake their heads.
"Pardon me for interjecting, but we have a big match coming up, and all you two have done is goof off all day! Cerebus is no joke, no matter how many times you two make fun of their catchphrase, and Matt Tastic is an established veteran with some big wins on his resume."
Stormrage takes a sip from his glass and lifts his sunglasses to the top of his head.
"Its simple. We three are cohesive. The two of you are quickly making your name as a team. Classic straight man, funny man act. You remind me of a young Strikeforce."
He places a hand on the shoulder of Hyada.
"Jon, you may not have a lot of experience under your belt, but you remind me James. You know how to keep Haven in line, and you never back down from a challenge. You always go down fighting."
He then turns to Haven, who has taken to playing with the unconscious Myles.
"Hey, Mikey look."
He begins to laugh hysterically while miming Myles *********ing.
"He's jackin' his weenis."
Mikey can't help but laugh a little.
"Pull yourself together bro."
Haven slaps the hand of Myles.
"Not in public Chuck."
Jon can't help but crack a small smile as Haven gets to his feet.
"And you. You have the same childish attitude I had that kept James on his toes."
"What about Tastic though?"
"He is selfish. He is only willing to trust Cerebus as long at it suits him. The second they start to fail him, he will abandon him. Besides, I already told you. I'm gonna skull fuck him."
Stormrage finishes off his drink and throws it in a nearby trash can.
"Now let's celebrate this Spring Break in style! Tattoos for everyone!"
Stormrage walks into the tattoo parlor he stopped in front of, pulling Myles with him, Young Justice following behind him. As the owner of the shop asks them what they want, Jon and Haven both decline.
"Oh you guys are noobs. Don't tell me you can't fit more on those arms Jon."
Mikey pulls his phone from his pocket and finds a picture and shows it to the man while pointing at his wrist.
"A yellow bird?"
For the first time all day, Stormrage reverts to his quiet side.
"Its...its for good luck. I'll explain it sometime soon."
As Stormrage and the owner of the parlor step to one of the back rooms, Haven hails another nearby artist.
"Excuse me sir, our friend here would like a tattoo."
Haven begins to chuckle, and even Hyada can't keep from laughing a little himself.
As the artist approaches the passed out Myles, Haven does his impression of Myles.
"Har har har! I have money! I want a butterfly on my butt cheek!"
The artist simply shrugs as Hyada buries his face in his arm to keep from laughing. He takes wheels Myles to a backroom, only for a loud blood curdling scream to be heard a few moments later. Chuck Myles comes running out, pants around his ankles and a hand on his ass.
"The three of you are in big trouble!"
"Har har har!"
The voice of the flight attendant goes unnoticed by the man she is speaking to.
"Sir please, I need you to...
"I'm trying to beat this level!"
Mikey Stormrage grunts through gritted teeth back at the flight attendant.
"Maybe you should just turn off..."
"HE IS IN DEEP CONCENTRATION! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
The voices of Jonathon Hyada and Haven continue the argument.
"Hold on, hold on. This, this is all wrong. We need to change this around. I've been green for two plus years, plus Matt Tastic is orange, and I'm gonna skull fuck that guy. I'm going to be green from this point on. Hyada, you can be red. James Howard is and always has been blue. You can't replace that man in my heart. Haven, you can pick whatever you want."
"So I'm red now?"
"I WANNA BE MAGENTA!"
"Okay, that settles it. I, Mikey Stormrage, will be green text. Hyada, you will be blue. Haven, you are Magenta for whatever reason. Now where were we? Oh yeah! I'm not turning my DS off."
Angered the flight attendant reaches out to grab the DS. Stormrage begins to fight back and a tug of war ensues. As they pull back and fourth, the DS flies out of their hands and lands in an empty seat, only for a rather obese man to sit on top of it.
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"What the hell was that?"
"Its a comic book man, we can do anything we want!"
Hyada simply shakes his head as Haven and Mikey make super intense faces, as if trying to concentrate to make some sort of magical ability happen.
"Don't you guys think if we could wish things to happen, we should wish Myles awake?"
"Pfft, that's boring."
The flight attendant walks away and Mikey pulls another DS out of his pocket. After a short time, Mikey begins to squirm in his seat.
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have had that airport pizza. I'm making brownies in the Dutch oven."
"I love brownies."
Mikey quickly hurries from his seat, hurdling over Haven with rarely seen athleticism from the big man. He gets to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. He quickly knocks.
"WHO IS IT? WHO IS KNOCKING?"
"Cerebus!"
A chuckle can be heard coming from Haven a few rows away.
"Haha, sweet burn."
"I'm prairie dogging it! I'm coming in!"
Stormrage rams his shoulder into the door. He throws the man inside aside and quickly throws his pants to the floor and sits down. After a loud exhale, he looks over and realizes the man he threw aside was Chuck Myles, who is again passed out. After a period of about fifteen minutes, Mikey walks back to his seat and sits down.
"You will never guess who I ran into in the bathroom."
"Ryu?"
"Ben Roethlisberger?"
"What? No. I hope I never run into Ben Roethlisberger in a bathroom. It was Chuck. He was awake."
"Great! Now we can get out of this whole mess."
"Well the key word in that sentence, was. I sorta knocked him back out."
"You are an unstoppable machine. With you in our corner Cerebus can try to knock all the want, the only knocking that is gonna happen is us knocking them out."
"Har har har!"
"Haven, stop doing the fake Myles voice, it creeps me out."
"Har har har!"
"Let's just sit here and relax until the plane lands."
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A few hours later, after the plane has landed, the trio are walking along the pier. Hyada is walking around in casual wear and drinking from a bottle of water, Haven is wearing his normal superhero attire, sans his cape to due to the warm weather, though he has added a satchel. Stormrage is the only one taking advantage of the location, and is shirtless with shorts and sandals. He is carrying around a yard glass of alcohol. He has a rope tied around his rather robust waist that is pulling a small red wagon, which the unconscious Chuck Myles is riding in.
"You're not really wearin' that, are you?"
"Wearing what?"
"The man purse. You're actually gonna wear that, or you guys just fuckin' with me?"
"It's where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a man purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one."
"So does Joy Behar."
Hyada chuckles to himself as the three continue to walk along, many patrons stopping to stare at the trio. Stormrage suddenly stops, and Chuck falls out of the wagon. As Jon hurries to set him back inside, Haven begins to worry.
"What if Chuck is dead? I can't afford to lose somebody close to me again, it hurts too much. I was so upset when my grandpa died."
"How'd he die?"
"World War Two."
"Died in battle?"
"No, he was skiing in Vermont, it was just during World War Two."
This time both Hyada and Stormrage shake their heads.
"Pardon me for interjecting, but we have a big match coming up, and all you two have done is goof off all day! Cerebus is no joke, no matter how many times you two make fun of their catchphrase, and Matt Tastic is an established veteran with some big wins on his resume."
Stormrage takes a sip from his glass and lifts his sunglasses to the top of his head.
"Its simple. We three are cohesive. The two of you are quickly making your name as a team. Classic straight man, funny man act. You remind me of a young Strikeforce."
He places a hand on the shoulder of Hyada.
"Jon, you may not have a lot of experience under your belt, but you remind me James. You know how to keep Haven in line, and you never back down from a challenge. You always go down fighting."
He then turns to Haven, who has taken to playing with the unconscious Myles.
"Hey, Mikey look."
He begins to laugh hysterically while miming Myles *********ing.
"He's jackin' his weenis."
Mikey can't help but laugh a little.
"Pull yourself together bro."
Haven slaps the hand of Myles.
"Not in public Chuck."
Jon can't help but crack a small smile as Haven gets to his feet.
"And you. You have the same childish attitude I had that kept James on his toes."
"What about Tastic though?"
"He is selfish. He is only willing to trust Cerebus as long at it suits him. The second they start to fail him, he will abandon him. Besides, I already told you. I'm gonna skull fuck him."
Stormrage finishes off his drink and throws it in a nearby trash can.
"Now let's celebrate this Spring Break in style! Tattoos for everyone!"
Stormrage walks into the tattoo parlor he stopped in front of, pulling Myles with him, Young Justice following behind him. As the owner of the shop asks them what they want, Jon and Haven both decline.
"Oh you guys are noobs. Don't tell me you can't fit more on those arms Jon."
Mikey pulls his phone from his pocket and finds a picture and shows it to the man while pointing at his wrist.
"A yellow bird?"
For the first time all day, Stormrage reverts to his quiet side.
"Its...its for good luck. I'll explain it sometime soon."
As Stormrage and the owner of the parlor step to one of the back rooms, Haven hails another nearby artist.
"Excuse me sir, our friend here would like a tattoo."
Haven begins to chuckle, and even Hyada can't keep from laughing a little himself.
As the artist approaches the passed out Myles, Haven does his impression of Myles.
"Har har har! I have money! I want a butterfly on my butt cheek!"
The artist simply shrugs as Hyada buries his face in his arm to keep from laughing. He takes wheels Myles to a backroom, only for a loud blood curdling scream to be heard a few moments later. Chuck Myles comes running out, pants around his ankles and a hand on his ass.
"The three of you are in big trouble!"
"Har har har!"
Hello, mister! I'm Becky Serra. I work for WrestleZone Championship Wrestling. And I understand you're Matt Tastic's grandfather?
Si.
The scene opens in the Tastic farm. As you can already see, Becky is interviewing Granpa Tastic.
How do you view your grandson, Mr. Tastic?
I feel he's a sporting young fellow with great discipline and respect for the sport.
Hm.... OK. How do you feel his attitude is backstage with the other superstars?
I believe he is always being kind and generous to others.
Never holding a grudge.
He is the friendliest of faces.
Do you believe Matt has what it takes to be a top guy in the company?
I believe he has the needed skills. He just needs that one opportunity to get it done.
How about you, sir? I heard you used to be a manager for the local circuit. Would you like to someday manage your grandson?
I'm scared of planes.
Well, OK. Thank you for your time then, Mr. Tastic.
OK. Bye.
A chicken flies by as the scene fades to black.
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I don't need anybody. Why was I put in a 6 man tag match? I thought we didn't do those unless it was a special event?
The scene re-opens in Matt's locker room. He sits on a bench with his ring gear by his side. But knocking on his door catches his attention. Flex Mussell and Ramparte walk in.
Now what the hell is it? If you offer me a shake again, I'm gonna shake your face, french fry.
No Matt, I'm just here to make sure you're on the same page we are that we can count on you to win the match at Ascension.
The first handshake wasn't good enough for you? OK, I'm gonna be real up-front with you. I don't give a damn about the match. I don't give a damn about winning. I don't give a damn about you. I just want to beat some faces in. If it's Hyada, fine. If it's Haven, good. If it's Stormrage, well jackpot. If it's either one of you? Fine by me. If you're so bent on winning, all I can say is.... Stay the hell out of my way. OK? This is my show. Got that, poser? Now get out.
Flex simply nods and leaves but Ramparte gets in Matt's face.
You should understand something. You are all alone. It's two of us and one of you. You can't do this by yourself. You cross us, we will-
Amber Warren had no problem slapping the piss out of you ass-clowns, why the hell should I feel threatened by fitness freak and his goofy sidekick?
Ramparte gets in Matt's face and the two seem to be close to coming to blows. But Flex comes between them.
Let him be. If he want's to be alone. So be it.
The duo leaves. Matt turns and slams a locker room door destroying it.
I DON'T NEED ANYONE, DAMMIT!
Mikey Stormrage. Everyone asks why I did what I did. The answer is simple. I wrestle for success week in and week out. All you do is put on a melodrama. A damn soap opera. You air your dirty laundry to draw sympathy. Your a champion. And I'm not. That doesn't fit my bill. So I'm changing the order. Like it or not.
Si.
The scene opens in the Tastic farm. As you can already see, Becky is interviewing Granpa Tastic.
How do you view your grandson, Mr. Tastic?
I feel he's a sporting young fellow with great discipline and respect for the sport.
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Hm.... OK. How do you feel his attitude is backstage with the other superstars?
I believe he is always being kind and generous to others.
Never holding a grudge.
He is the friendliest of faces.
Do you believe Matt has what it takes to be a top guy in the company?
I believe he has the needed skills. He just needs that one opportunity to get it done.
How about you, sir? I heard you used to be a manager for the local circuit. Would you like to someday manage your grandson?
I'm scared of planes.
Well, OK. Thank you for your time then, Mr. Tastic.
OK. Bye.
A chicken flies by as the scene fades to black.
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I don't need anybody. Why was I put in a 6 man tag match? I thought we didn't do those unless it was a special event?
The scene re-opens in Matt's locker room. He sits on a bench with his ring gear by his side. But knocking on his door catches his attention. Flex Mussell and Ramparte walk in.
Now what the hell is it? If you offer me a shake again, I'm gonna shake your face, french fry.
No Matt, I'm just here to make sure you're on the same page we are that we can count on you to win the match at Ascension.
The first handshake wasn't good enough for you? OK, I'm gonna be real up-front with you. I don't give a damn about the match. I don't give a damn about winning. I don't give a damn about you. I just want to beat some faces in. If it's Hyada, fine. If it's Haven, good. If it's Stormrage, well jackpot. If it's either one of you? Fine by me. If you're so bent on winning, all I can say is.... Stay the hell out of my way. OK? This is my show. Got that, poser? Now get out.
Flex simply nods and leaves but Ramparte gets in Matt's face.
You should understand something. You are all alone. It's two of us and one of you. You can't do this by yourself. You cross us, we will-
Amber Warren had no problem slapping the piss out of you ass-clowns, why the hell should I feel threatened by fitness freak and his goofy sidekick?
Ramparte gets in Matt's face and the two seem to be close to coming to blows. But Flex comes between them.
Let him be. If he want's to be alone. So be it.
The duo leaves. Matt turns and slams a locker room door destroying it.
I DON'T NEED ANYONE, DAMMIT!
Mikey Stormrage. Everyone asks why I did what I did. The answer is simple. I wrestle for success week in and week out. All you do is put on a melodrama. A damn soap opera. You air your dirty laundry to draw sympathy. Your a champion. And I'm not. That doesn't fit my bill. So I'm changing the order. Like it or not.
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