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Out in the wilderness someplace, Gabriel Tuck sits in a lawn chair by a campfire. He would normally have a bunch of hooting clowns to keep him company, but now he’s alone. He watches the blaze and drinks on a beer from a cooler by the chair. 

 

Gabriel Tuck: A stiff welcome back to SCW it was, wasn’t it, Fathi? I figured you would have hollered to management by now to get yourself a rematch with me since you got a little pie to the face during that open challenge, but that part of the show hasn’t hit the air yet has it? I guess they bought you not coming at me with a main event slot. Whatever. I guess I get Jessica Tendonin’s luggage in the form of Lucius Tendonin. 

 

Gabriel drains his can of beer, crushing it in his hand and throwing the can into the fire. He belches loudly and looks around for the laughter from his clowns, but remembers that he’s alone.

 

Gabriel Tuck: Lucius, do you even know how to wrestle? I mean sure you do. You probably served as Jessica’s scratching post for years and are sure to have picked something up by now. At least I would have hoped that you would have learned something by now or else this match that we’re going to have is going to be a quick one as I punch your teeth down your throat.

 

I think that the time has come for this fed to have a fucking enema. You people have grown complacent in facing the same people week in and week out. I’ve come to shake shit up. Fuck men, the last time that I was here Paige Lewis was the fucking World champion. It’s about high time that someone dethroned her for good and that person happens to be me.

 

I don’t think that I can properly express in words how much I hate that chick for sitting at the top of the fucking food chain like the company were a god damned egg that will never hatch. 

 

Gabriel takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one. He takes a nice, long drag and blows smoke into the air.

 

Gabriel Tuck: So, SCW, consider all of you on fucking notice. After I dispatch the trophy husband back crying to his wife, I will be coming for each and every one of you on my way to dethrone Paige Lewis for the last time.

 

Talk of Evil

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At a campground outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, “Firestorm” Johnathan Mills sits on a log by a small fire to keep warm. His motorcycle that he has stolen from one of Gabriel Tuck’s clowns is behind him. He hadn’t dared return to the motel room that had been supplied to him by SCW for fear that Gabriel Tuck would be able to find him again. He has opened the saddlebags of the motorcycle to discover that the bike was loaded with enough supplies to camp out. A sleeping bag and blanket anyway.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Brian Kennedy. You think you know evil? You would slap a baby and kick a woman in the face? I’ve seen evil. I’ve fought evil. Hell, I’ve been evil. Slapping a baby and kicking a woman in the face isn’t evil incarnate like you say. It’s more like a brainless bully brute who cannot manage to do much for himself beyond a typical physical confrontation with someone who cannot defend themself well. You’re out of luck here as I can defend myself very well. Ask your partner and she will tell you that I’m no slouch in the wrestling ring.

Johnathan stops talking when he hears a motorcycle going down the nearby road. He reaches down by him where sits a pistol and grips it tight while listening for the inevitable honk of clown noses that come with Gabriel Tuck’s posse. He relaxes as the sounds of the motorcycle continue down the road. He hasn’t been found yet. He places the gun back to the ground and looks back at the camera with a smile.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Brian, you win more than you lose. I’m sure that’s bred in you a certain amount of confidence that you expect to be winning. Don’t expect that here. I can outpace you in any match up with my superior speed. I hit faster and thus hit harder that you could ever imagine. Just ask Emily Desmond how I stack up in the ring. Sure, she defeated me, but not without a struggle. You won’t get by me in this Mega Cup. I’ll be sure to make certain that you are the one without a title shot in this thing.

Johnathan reaches into a small pack to pull out a two pronged skewer that he places two hot dogs on the end of and begins to roast them over the fire.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: You know what, Brian? I almost feel sorry for you that you have to face me in the ring. I’m going to dance circles around you before putting you to shame in the ring. You think that you’re the end all, be all of evil. You don’t even hold a candle to what I have seen and experienced out in the world. You’re at a King Koopa level of evil. Lame and most certainly comedic.

Johnathan brings the skewer close to inspect the hot dogs for a moment before putting them back over the fire.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: This brings me to Jessica Tendonin. I know that you would prefer to tag up with a winner, but this is an asshole on steroids. I mean really. You wanna talk about a man who’s level of evil would cause him to tie up his girlfriend before beating her to be certain that she cannot hit back really casts a shadow upon your capacity at decision making. What have you become, Jessie? So hungry for gold that you would tag up with a monster and a coward just to be able to ensure that you would get a win in the ring? Stand up for what’s right and true, Jessica. Dump that miserable curse for a partner and stand alongside someone who won’t steal candy from a baby and kick the baby momma in the face for fun. Don’t tag with a basic bully!

Pie in the Face

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Charlotte, North Carolina at a local gymnasium with a wrestling ring,

“Firestorm” Johnathan Mills drops to his hands and knees, spitting blood onto the mat. Gabriel Tuck stands over him with a laugh as clowns stand around the ring and honk their noses. Gabriel flicks his wrist, shedding blood from his brass knuckles that read pie in bold letters. Yes, it’s a joke pair of brass knuckles to hit someone with a pie to the face.

GABRIEL TUCK: We can do this shit all fucking night, Johnny boy. Where is Thomas Mills?

Johnathan tries to get to his feet, but Gabriel kicks him back down to the mat with a laugh.

GABRIEL TUCK: Do you not get how this plays out? You give up the location of your father, I give you a quick death. You don’t give me the location of your father and I take what’s left of you to Armand and he will get the location from you. You’ll die a slow and agonizing death.

The night had begun so nicely in that Johnathan Mills had left the hotel he was staying at and went to the gymnasium to prepare for his match against Brain Kennedy. He has worked out heavily, relaxed in a hot tub, and then picked things back up in the ring. There he ran about the ring to bounce off the ropes and the turnbuckles at top speed to try to increase his reflexes for such things for Brian Kennedy was no easy opponent.

Gabriel Tuck and his clowns burst into the gym, taking down anyone who decided to stand in their way. There wasn’t many. They surrounded the ring while keeping weapons trained on Johnathan in the ring while Gabriel rolls into the ring.

GABRIEL TUCK: Working hard to make something of yourself I see. Did you think you could go back to a normal life after stealing something of value from Armand von Krauss?

Johnathan looks warily to the giggling and honking clowns at ringside with guns and knives at the ready to storm the ring.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: We won a bet fair and square, Gabriel. Of course I expected to go back to a normal life.

Gabriel nods as he slides on his PIE brass knuckles.

GABRIEL TUCK: Where is he?

JOHNTHAN MILLS: Where is who? Armand? I don’t keep track of the mega bad guy.

Gabriel steps up to Johnathan and decks him with the brass knuckles. He grabs Johnathan by the back of the neck with his free hand and hits a few body punch before throwing Johnathan to the mat.

Johnathan jumps back to his feet, ready to strike back, but a number of clicks from outside of the ring stops him. It was pretty clear that if he attacked Gabriel, he would be dead before he struck.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I am not my father’s keeper. Why would I know where he is?

GABRIEL TUCK: Oh, Johnny boy. Your father is of ill health and probably needs being looked after. You are readying for an SCW match. Thomas is likely with people who will help him. Maybe with Parsons and Anderson. Where is your father, Johnathan?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Go fuck yourself.

GABRIEL TUCK: Is that any way to talk to your superior? Tell me-

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Go fuck your momma!

Gabriel drills Johnathan with the brass knuckles several more times before letting him fall down to the mat to bring us back to the beginning. Johnathan lays on the mat, bleeding from his various wounds while Gabriel stands over him with bloody brass knuckles.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Coward…

GABRIEL TUCK: What was that? Whatever it was, it didn’t sound like a location. Let’s try this again. Where is Thomas Mills?

Johnathan rises to his knees, blood dipping from the bottom of his chin like rain.

JOHNAHAN MILLS: I said you are a cow-

Another shot with the brass knuckles sends Johnathan back to the mat where his face impacts the canvas with a bloody splatter.

GABRIEL TUCK: You think you can just call me names, Johnny boy? What makes you think I am a coward?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: When I was looking for my father, we squared off in an XCW ring. I defeated you in the ring to discover his location. Did I hide behind clowns with guns? Did I use a weapon? No.

Gabriel looks around the ring at the clowns that are starting to lower their weapons as if they were agreeing with Johnathan’s words. Gabriel smiles as he lets the brass knuckles drop to the canvas.

GABRIEL TUCK: I’m no coward. I’m just looking for the most direct path to getting the job done. Armand tasked me with finding Thomas. That’s what I aim to do.

Johnathan rises to his feet, spitting blood onto the canvas.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Then face me like a man instead of a coward. Face me like Brian Kennedy will and be defeated like he will.

GABRIEL TUCK: Fine, but understand that you will still lose. I won’t be-

Johnathan rushes across the ring, grabs Gabriel by the leather jacket, and spits blood and a bit of a tooth straight into Gariel’s eyes. Gabriel backs away with a curse and Johnathan dives over the top rope to take down a clown with a huracanrana. Johnathan jumps to his feet and rushes out through the door of the gym as the clowns watch on in stunned silence.

Gabriel clears his eyes, seeking where Johnathan has fled to.

GABRIEL TUCK: After him, you fools!

Outside of. the gym, Johnathan hops on a motorcycle at the end of a row. He starts it up, kicks over the next motorcycle to start a domino effect, and races off as the clowns begin streaming out of the gym. Gunshots ring out as the clowns attempt to stop Johnathan Mills, but a stray shot strikes one of the downed motorcycles in a vital area and the whole downed line goes up in an explosion that shreds a few clowns who were too close to the explosion. Gabriel Tuck walks outside, seeing the carnage at hand.

GABRIEL TUCK: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Already nearly a mile away, Johnathan stops to look at his phone for directions to a local hospital. Gabriel wasn’t going to catch him today. Nor was he going to stop him from facing Brian Kennedy in the Mega Cup match. He might have to look out for Gabriel after the match though, but that was something for another day.

The Black Ship of Armand

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Marcus Anderson is on the dance floor, surrounded by women dancing with him. An ordinary day? Maybe. Chris Parsons is at a nearby table with several empty glasses on the table that belong to him and Marcus. A rathe busty waitress is taking a new drink order while Chris sips at what appears to be the fru-fruiest drink in the club.

CHRIS PARSONS: Two more Patriotic Specials, sugartits.

Yes, the drink looks sort of like a bombsicle in that it is layered red, white, and blue in colors. The waitress has a name tag that literally says “Sugartits”.

SUGARTITS: Your boy doing awful fine for himself out there. He’s kind of cute in a “I’m banging illegal Justin Bieber” kind of way.

CHRIS PARSONS: He’s got enough tail out there chasing him that you would think that he was illegal Justin Bieber, but he’s twenty one. But enough about him, let’s talk about you and me…

Sugartits scoffs at Parsons and walks away to order the two drinks in question. Before the drinks come, a young man walks up to Chris Parsons and sits himself down. Chris eyes the young man, frowning as the young man seems familiar somehow.

CHRIS PARSONS: We ain’t doing autographs right now. The kid’s celebrating a win over a former RSW World champion right now.

The young man glances over to where one of the girls Marcus is dancing with has “backed that thang up” and is grinding her butt against Marcus’ hips.

YOUNG MAN: I need your help. You and Marcus share a common enemy with myself.

Chris looks at the young man with narrowed eyes. Who was he?

CHRIS PARSONS: Look, I ain’t here in the business of granting favors, punk. Move yourself along before I have to stomp you into the dirt.

The young man sits at the table with a heavy sigh.

YOUNG MAN: I don’t know who else to turn to! I would ask my cousin, but she’s locked away. My half-brother is dead. I have no way to get onto the black ship!

The Black Ship? The very one that Armand flies from show location to show location in?

CHRIS PARSONS: Jesus, kid. You sure know how to kill a party.

YOUNG MAN: I’m dead serious!

Sugartits brings the two drinks over to the table, which brings Marcus to begin sipping at it. Chris sips a little at his fresh drink while keeping the young man in sight.

CHRIS PARSONS: No sense fucking around, so try not to get offended crazy man I don’t know. Who the fuck are you and why are you trying to into Armand’s black ship? No one just calls it that unless they know what the fuck it really is, so out with it kid or I swear to fuck you’re gonna regret fucking up my night.

YOUNG MAN: My name is Johnathan Mills and my father, Thomas Mills is imprisoned onboard the black ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: That’s horrible! Of cour-

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you know that Thomas is on the black ship and not in the pits wherever the Krimson Kharnival is at?

Johnathan looks from Marcus to Chris before answering.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I went to Gabriel Tuck and discovered that Thomas is being held for blackmail purposes. He’s blackmailing my cousin, Tabitha Osborne, to try to help him take over Sakura Shouju Stampede. I need to get him out of there before Armand decides to have him in the pits instead!

Chris Parsons breathes in deep, holding up a restraining finger to Marcus, who was about to speak again.

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you think that we can help? The black ship is in the sky most of the time.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If you two schedule a meeting with Armand on the black ship, they will have to weigh anchor. I can climb the chain, scale the side of the ship, and enter from there. I’ll free Thomas and we can figure out how to escape from there.
For a long time the only sounds are the ones of the club, no one at the table say anything as Marcus and Chris stare at Johnathan as if he has just grown a second head on his shoulders.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: What? I once scaled a skyscraper just to play a prank on PT Merciless to show him that I could.

MARCUS ANDERSON: How stupid could you be?

CHRIS PARSONS: This from someone who had to fight once in the pits in order to escape after a failed infiltration?

Marcus just blows air up to rustle his hair in a pout, but doesn’t argue the point. Chris just chuckles as he was a part of that failed mission.

CHRIS PARSONS: Kid…I don’t know that we can help. There’s getting on Army’s radar and there’s getting dead into his sights.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Please! I’m desperate!

CHRIS PARSONS: I’m going to regret this, but what do you say, Macro?

MARCUS ANDERSON: I think we should help him. Thomas shouldn’t have to be a guest of Armand’s any longer than he has to.

Chris’ hand goes to the eye patch that normally hides underneath his sunglasses, a reminder of the hospitality of Armand von Krauss. Thomas Mills had likewise lost an eye in the pits before being rescued before.

CHRIS PARSONS: Of course you do, you’re not old enough to know better yet…fine. I’ll set up the meeting here in a bit. Aren’t you a wrestler?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I am, but I’m not booked. I decided to go on this quest to find my father after I found my cousin in the asylum.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We’re booked against Rob Riot and Frank Windsor! Should be a great match up.

Johnathan twitches a little, revealing his disgust for the mentioned wrestlers.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Bastards…

MARCUS ANDERSON: That is the stable name that they are known for. You know them?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I faced them in Wrestlewars. I nearly defeated Rob Riot in the ring before, but lost when going for the main title. They are what their name is. Bastards.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We face them in tag team action. Though I think I have watched Wrestewars before. You were on that? Frank Windsor is currently on his way to either come out of the closet or become Francine Windsor as compared to what he was before.

Parsons puts his phone away and takes a long drink.

CHRIS PARSONS: Alright. It’s set up for tomorrow. In the meantime, we have a celebration to finish…where we’re we? Another round…and two for our friend here, he’s got some catching up to do!

The next day outside at a park, the black ship hovers a few feet off of the ground as Chris Parsons, Marcus Anderson, and Johnathan Mills stand nearby.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I don’t understand the plan. I’m your agent? Why can’t I just scale the side of the ship now that it’s almost within reach?

Chris Parsons sighs, nodding to the armed security standing by the railing of the ship.

CHRIS PARSONS: Because those armed guards are watching all sides of the ship. As soon. As you climbed over the side of the ship, they would spot you and shoot you dead. So…James Bachman, you’re our agent.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Fine. Let’s be serious about things then instead of daring do.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We can’t all be idiot daredevils.

A gangplank is lowered down so that the three may climb aboard the ship. Shockingly, only two armed guards show up at the top of the plank to escort them through the maze of hallways, down an elevator, and into the main observation deck.

Armand von Krauss stands by the glass with his back to the group as he smokes his Egyptian cigarette.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You wanted to meet with me about your match with the Bastards, Herr Parsons?

Armand turns around, greeting the eyes of Chris, Marcus, and then stops when he sees Johnathan Mills. His lip curls into a distasteful sneer.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Who is this?

CHRIS PARSONS: He’s James Bachman, our agent. Is there a problem with that?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I speak not with this…tollwütiger hund. I trust. That you recall the way out…Bachman?

Johnathan blinks in confusion at first, but slowly nods.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Of cour-

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: There’s no need to speak. Just leave.

Johnathan nods again and leaves the room. Armand smiles, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Now, what about facing the Bastards in the ring troubles you?

Johnathan Mills walks down the hall, taking an elevator, and going down instead of up to the surface of the ship.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If I were a prisoner, where would I be? The bowels of the ship.

Once the elevator hits the bottom, the doors open up to reveal a single crewman waiting to enter the room. His eyes go wide when he sees Johnathan out of place from where he should be. Johnathan grabs him by the arm, pulls him in, and strikes him in the side of the head with an elbow to stun him. He shoves the crewman face first into the wall of the elevator, applying a chicken wing.

JOHNATHAN MIILLS: Where is Thomas Mills being kept? Quickly!

CREWMAN: Last room on the left! Lemme go!

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Of course.

Johnathan releases the crewman, but smashes his face into the wall to knock him out. He drops the man onto the floor of the elevator and exits, knowing that he has a limited amount of time before the man is discovered and the alarm is sounded. He makes his way down the empty hallway to the last door on the left. It’s locked, but opens from the outside.

THOMAS MILLS: Fuck off, Armand! I won’t give you the pleasure of conversation!

Johnathan opens the door fully to see Thomas Mills sitting on a cot. He looks haggard, a wild head of hair, a beard, and one eye. A jagged hole exists where his other eye should be. He’s wearing a tan prison jumpsuit.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Dad? What have they done to you?

Thomas looks at Johnathan much as if he had seen a ghost. He blinks rapidly and stands up.

THOMAS MILLS: Johnny? I thought I lost you! You died in Hawaii!

Despite this fact, Thomas rushes to hug Johnathan.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I got better? We’ll have time to catch up later. I’ve got to get you out of here somehow before the-

The alarm sounds.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Crap on a cracker!

Back in the observation deck, Armand von Krauss chuckles.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: If that schwein decides to change the rules of the match in order to help himself get the win, I will come out and change them back. If you back me against him, Herr Parsons, he cannot win the management game.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I like the rules that he comes up with?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then we will let the rules stay as they are.

Chris Parsons looks to Marcus and winks. They’ve been going around in circles for a bit of time now.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I decide to change the rules of the match so that we can win easier? Will you back me then?

Armand sighs, taking out yet another of his expensive imported Egyptian cigarettes and lights it.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I see no point in going over this again. I suppose that since you have asked for my support against Rob Riot and his ilk that I will-

The alarm to the ship begins to sound, but Armand himself does not look alarmed. He dials a room on the intercom and presses a button to open the channel.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: He has finally found his father. You may kill them both now, Herr Hammerhand.

MARCUS ANDERSON: What are you talking about?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You think I don’t recognize every single soul that I have had my Hammerhand claim? The last time Blake Luthor faced Johnathan Mills, both of them died. This time things will be vastly different.

Marcus looks on in alarm, glancing from Armand to the two armed guards who are blocking the door.

MARCUS ANDERSON: Parsons? What do we do?

Chris looks from the guards, who look like they are just itching to shoot both him and Marcus if they try for the door.

CHRIS PARSONS: What if…Johnathan defeats Hammerhand?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then they may both leave, but he won’t survive the encounter.

CHRIS PARSONS: We wait, Marco. We wait and we hope.

Downstairs, Johnathan Mills and Thomas Mills are walking down the hallway to the elevator. So far, no guards have jumped out of the works. In fact, the elevator is open with the knocked out crewman still on the floor where Johnathan had left them.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Maybe Parsons did something rash like attacking Armand. They don’t seem to be onto-

“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor steps into the hallway from a side door to stand in the hallway in front of the elevator. He pops his knuckles with sharp metallic pings. Johnathan stops speaking, going pale as he sees Blake Luthor slowly advance.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: No…

BLAKE LUTHOR: You didn’t think that you would come back without me being there as well. Did you?

Johnathan backs up into Thomas, almost literally quaking in his boots.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Father, it was him. It was him who had killed me before
.
As if to remind Johnathan of what he’s dealing with, Blake punches the metallic wall. He leaves a bloody dent from the severity of his impact.

THOMAS MILLS: He can’t defeat us both, son. We have to try.

Johnathan swallows hard, keenly aware of a crewman stepping up behind Blake with a phone trained on what’s to be Johnathan’s final, final fight. Probably streaming what could be a grisly execution straight to Armand himself.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: No, father. I will do this alone.

Johnathan rushes at Blake, sidestepping a punch, and striking with an elbow to the chin that Blake ignores the impact of. He strikes Johnathan in the jaw, sending him back to the wall. His head swims from the impact. He tries to strike back with another elbow, but misses badly. Blake hits a body shot and shoves Johnathan back against the wall again.

BLAKE LUTHOR: How did you think this was going to end? I’m stronger than you.

Blake pulls Johnathan away from the wall just so he can slam him back into it and hit another body blow.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I’m better than you in every way.

Johnathan drops to his hands and knees, blood dripping from his mouth from the internal bleeding. It’s over already. Johnathan can feel it as the outer edges of his vision begin to go dark. He’s going to die again and this time bring his father with him.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I went through the veil of death just to see you sent back. It’s over, Mills.

Johnathan breathes in deeply, gathering his courage. He puts his hands together, turns, and strikes Blake in the nuts with a double axe handle.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: NEVER!

Blake doubles over, Johnathan jumping up with an uppercut to the throat. He grabs Blake by the back of the head and slams it into the metallic wall as hard as he can.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: YOU! WILL! NOT! BE! THE! END! OF! ME!

With each screamed word, Johnathan slams Blake’s head into the wall, denting it in. When he releases Blake, the pit fighter falls unconscious to the floor. Thomas Mills grabs Johnathan before he falls, the adrenaline rush having worn off.

THOMAS MILLS: It’s alright, son. I have you.
The crewman with the phone backs away as the pair head to the elevator.

This is seen on a television screen in the observation deck. Chris Parsons looks smugly at Armand.

CHRIS PARSONS: Looks like your boy has lost. Time to let us all go, Army.

Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the main window of the deck where it explodes in a shower of sparks. He crushes the smart phone feeding the stream to the television in his hand with a snarl.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You may have won today, but you won’t do so again. I will still support you against the Bastards if it is needed, but expect it to be the last time.

Chris reaches into Armand’s pocket, grabbing himself up an Egyptian cigarette, and lighting it with his own lighter.

CHRIS PARSONS: Oh, we ain’t done, Army. Not by a long shot.

MARCUS ANDERSON: You’ll pay for killing my dad!

Armand motions to the guards to let Chris and Marcus out. They meet Johnathan and Thomas at the elevator to get to the surface of the ship and escape off via the gang plank.

They look back to see Armand von Krauss standing at the railing of the ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: He looks pissed.

CHRIS PARSONS: Just think of how he’ll look when we get even with that sorry sack of shit once and for all.

MARCUS ANDERSON: Dead…

Beat Me

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“Firestorm” Johnathan Mills watches the arena where the XCW last show was. The audience had already left and the talent had begun to leave. Johnathan shifts his position with a grunt as he has been watching for the better part of an hour. His smart phone rings with a text from Jessica Tendonin to remind him that he should train for his upcoming title match against Emily Desmond.

Johnathan brings up the voice message recording to send a message back.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I’m not going to be able to make it in time to train. I am about to have a word with Gabriel Tuck about the location of my father. I’ll see you at the arena. Thanks for checking in on me.

Johnathan sends the message and watches as Gabriel Tuck walks out of the arena with beer in hand. He takes a long swig of the beer before casting it against the outside wall of the arena. He sits on the back of his motorcycle and is about to start it when he notices a pile of sugar on top of the gas tank. He brings out his cell phone and quickly dials it.

GABRIEL TUCK: Which one of you fucking clowns poured sugar on my bike? The gas tank locks, you nimrods! I’m heading back to camp once I clean this shit off.

Johnathan Mills stands up, taking off at full speed toward the motorcycle as Gabriel kickstarts it. Gabriel only has the time to look in Johnathan’s direction before being speared off of the bike.

Both men roll to their feet, Gabriel reaching for his heavy revolver that’s not in its holster. Johnathan strikes him with an elbow to the jaw.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Where’s my father?

Gabriel backsteps away from a second elbow strike, glancing for where his gun might be.

GABRIEL TUCK: I don’t know who the fuck you are to know where your daddy fucking is!

A quick backflip kick to the chest later, Johnathan picks the gun up off of the ground, and points it at Gabriel.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: My name is Johnathan Mills! My father is Thomas Mills or Troy Adkins.

Gabriel keeps his hands out so that Johnathan can see them while he keeps his eyes on the gun pointed at him.

GABRIEL TUCK: Johnathan Mills? You’re dead.

Johnathan points the gun over Gabriel’s shoulder and takes a shot that Gabriel ducks to avoid.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Do I look dead to you? Where is my father?

Gabriel sighs, slowly reaching into a pocket to bring out a pack of cigarettes. He takes one out and lights it, putting the rest back.

GABRIEL TUCK: Why would I let a dead man know where his father is? What’s in it for me?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I let you live?

GABRIEL TUCK: Beat me.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: What?

GABRIEL TUCK: Let’s go into the arena. They haven’t taken the ring down yet. Beat me in the ring and I’ll tell you where your father is. It’s wrestling sense.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I suppose that does make sense and would be good training for my own upcoming match.

GABRIEL TUCK: See? Good all around.

Johnathan motions toward the door with the gun.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Let’s do it.

Ten minutes later, Gabriel Tuck and Johnathan Mills are in the ring with a borrowed XCW referee.

Johnathan begins the match going for another elbow strike, but Gabriel sidesteps it and smashes Johnathan in the mouth with a right hand. He goes for another one and another, driving Johnathan back to the ropes.

Johnathan grabs the ropes, backflip kicking Gabriel in the jaw to stun him, and skins the cat to get back into the ring. Johnathan locks in a side headlock, going for a headlock driver, but Gabriel shoves him chest first into the ropes. He hits a quick back suplex on the rebound, bridging for the pinfall.

 

One

 

Two

 

Thre-Johnathan kicks out!

Gabriel kneels up, going for another right hand, but Johnathan rolls out of the way so that Gabriel strikes the mat instead. Johnathan jumps to his feet, roundhouse kicking Gabriel in the head to send him flying backwards to the mat.

Johnathan hits a standing moonsault, hooking a leg for the pinfall.

 

One

 

Tw-Gabriel kicks out!

Johnathan rolls to his feet, watching as Gabriel stands up. Johnathan grabs Gabriel, whipping him into the ropes. He runs at the corner as Gabriel comes back, leaping into the corner, springboarding into a spear that takes Gabriel down! Johnathan goes for the quick pinfall.

 

One

 

Two

 

Three!

Johnathan kneels up, patting Gabriel on the shoulder.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: You lost. Pay up.

Gabriel sits up with a growl.

GABRIEL TUCK: You got lucky.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I know, but I still won. Where is my father?

GABRIEL TUCK: On the black ship of Armand von Krauss where he has been used as a bargaining chip. Once Armand knows that you are alive, you will be used as well.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Not if Armand doesn’t find out that I’m alive.

Gabriel looks at Johnathan for a moment and begins to laugh.

GABRIEL TUCK: You ain’t got it in you.

Johnathan sighs, knowing that Gabriel is right. He doesn’t want to be the super villain anymore. He drives his elbow into Gabriel’s temple, knocking him out.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: The black ship of Armand, but since I have a handy person. Yo, ref? You wanna record this for me?

Johnathan hands the XCW ref his cell phone so that he can record a video promo.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Emily Desmond, you think that you’re going to be keeping that championship belt. You are not. I’m going to be taking that title off of you. I’m going to be going home as champion. I’m going to be going on to free my father.

Johnathan makes a cutting motion and gets his phone back from the ref. He posts the video and sighs. He has seen the black ship of Armand hanging in the sky like an omen of death. A great airship that shouldn’t even be in the sky, but it flies with the greatest of ease.

It’ll be crazy hard to break into a mobile fortress and break out with his father, but Johnathan has done worse.

 

The Hunt

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San Diego

“Firestorm” Johnathan Mills stands in the line up at a soup kitchen. He deals out dollops of mashed potatoes to homeless people, taking care to study the face of each person that walks by.

Johnathan Mills had reunited, however briefly, with his first cousin at the asylum on Killswitch Island. Now the only other living relative…that he knows of…is in the wind. He didn’t get the chance to ask Tabitha Osborne where his father might have gone to ground from the nefarious Armand von Krauss, but he was fairly certain that the man was going to go dark if he was going to go dark.

Thomas Mills, better known to much of the wrestling world as Troy Adkins, was a man who played the part of the homeless bum well. He may have had money from a small lab here and there that created designer drugs and booze, but he didn’t often take on a permanent residence.

That’s when things would happen that you really don’t want to know about. Johnathan knows for certain. He was in such a facility in Hawaii that mass produced drugs and fulfilled the other vices of tourists and locals alike when it was attacked and he was killed by a man called Hammerhand.

Killed. The concept still gives Johnathan pause as he tries with all of his might to remember how it is that he made it back to the plane of the living. He remembered everything going dark in Hawaii and then waking up hundreds of miles away with a verbal contract to a shitty wrestling company that never made it off of the ground. He even cut promos for that company for them to never have him even get into the ring for a single show.

It was something for another day. the mystery of his Rebirth was destined to be just that. A mystery.

So, Johnathan Mills began instead to try to find his father. Maybe his father would know something about his mysterious rebirth.

Not that it was an easy task to try to find someone who might not even be in the soup kitchen out of the many in the town. It might even be that he wasn’t even in San Diego.

Johnathan finished up working the evening and began going person to person as they ate their given food with a picture in hand.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Have you seen this person? Thomas Mills? Troy Adkins? These are his names? Maybe even Raymond Lancaster?

The answer that Johnathan would get would be a steady “No” or “No, I didn’t see him”.

Johnathan began to give up hope and decided to make his way to a local gym instead so that he can work out instead of hoping that someone may have seen Thomas Mills or even purchased from him.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Well, I guess I need to try a different place. Prepare for my tag team match with-

Johnathan looks up from his downcast gaze, nearly running into someone. He looks up to see Jessica Tendonin, nearly bumping into her.

JESSICA TENDONIN: Have you managed to find your father? I used the picture that you gave me, but I haven’t seen him at all. You sure that he’s worth all of this effort? I did see him in the ring before. Filthy.

Johnathan just smiles, shaking his head with a chuckle.

JESSICA TENDONIN: No worry. If this is what you want, I won’t stand in your way. A few years ago, when my jet went down, I thought I lost my cousin forever. Thought I’d never see her again. I cried for days. And then, she turned up. She was never on the jet. We’ll find your father.

Jessica reached out and put her hand on Mills’ shoulder, reassuring him.

Johnathan pats the hand on his shoulder with a warm grin.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Thank you. Your support means a lot. Now we have a match coming up? A tag team match against who?

JESSICA TENDONIN: They call themselves Hellfire. Which is funny, because the only hot thing about their team is the fact that Emily Desmond is seemingly nearly as unstoppable as myself and Paige Lewis. They’ve been jockeying for the SCW World Tag Team Championship since it was introduced, but have as yet failed. It’s actually been a while since the belts were defended…

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Hellfire. Sounds like more villains in funny suits. Desmond sounds familiar though. I think I’m to be kicking her butt soon enough for a title. Alternative title?

JESSICA TENDONIN: Yeah. The kid has skill, though. Be careful. She’s surpassed my record for time as Champion. Of course, it could be argued that she only has the championship because I’m not after it. I built that belt up back in the day, though, and it’s time for someone else to raise it up.

Johnathan laughs, raising an imaginary title over his head.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Alternative and tag team champion right he-

Johnthan stops talking when a homeless bum bumps into him from a dark alley.

BUM: Hey, Troy. It’s about time you came back. That fellow with the clowns get done with you? You bring the goods? I been feigning!

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I’m not Troy, I’m…wait. What man with the clowns?

Jessica raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. She remembered well the antics of her former partner.

BUM: The man with the clowns! I was in North Carolina when I bought from him last. He said he was on his way here when the man riding the motorcycle with the clowns took him! Who are you to be looking all like him?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: His son? Do you know this man? Tell me!

Johnathan grabs the bum by the front of the shirt, ready to bash him in the face when he begins to cower and cry.

BUM: I don’t know! I don’t know! If he introduced himself, I was fucking high! If you can get me high again, maybe I will remember…

Johnathan back hands the bum, sending him running.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: There’s a man who rides with clowns working for XCW. Gabriel Tuck. After the show, I’m heading for their location to find him. I’ll drag the answers out of him by force if I must.

JESSICA TENDONIN: Wait, Gabriel Tuck? I thought motorcycles and clowns sounded familiar. He was in SCW not too long ago.

Jessica wracked her brain, trying to remember the last time she saw him in SCW…it may have been early this year or some time late last year.

Johnathan nods with a grin.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I saw that. I watched a good amount of the archived shows while getting ready to come work for the place. Wanna train instead of dealing with drama?

JESSICA TENDONIN: I thought you would never ask!