Lance Evers knew what his role was with CSS. He
knew that he’d been brought in for one reason, to finally give
some direction to the ragtag bunch that made up the group.
Lance also knew that the Canadian Superhero Society
desperately needed it.
Edge was nothing more than a castoff sidekick
who had begun to try and make a name for himself as the main
hero in Toronto. Since taking that role, he had developed
quite well into a superhero. He still had some very important
things to learn about being a superhero, but he was
progressing quite nicely. His sidekick was not the best of
choices, though. Christian was the ultimate anti-hero. He was
self-absorbed and often would try to upstage Edge in
everything. He’d managed to do so a couple of times, but
nothing that could be re-molded.
Lance often wondered about the other members
though. Why was there a woman included in the group?
Especially one whose main function seemed to be to distract
the heroes so that they couldn’t complete the task at hand.
True, she was a sight to see. But that never seemed to come in
handy. Well, other than the time she used her feminine wiles
to help subdue the big, slow, Giant who’d been terrorizing the
Great Northwest for a time. She was truly more hindrance than
help though. Lance was certain he could do something with her
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Three Years Ago . . .
Yoshihiro had taken some odd hit contracts in
his life. Some very odd ones indeed, but this one was beyond a
shadow of doubt the weirdest the ‘Japanese Buzzsaw’ had ever
taken. Kill one of two men? How much odder could it get?
“Oh well,” he mused aloud in Japanese. “The
money is well worth it.”
For several years now he had been working as a
hit man to help support the rising cost of his father’s
medical care. His father had sustained a very critical injury
in a fight with the monster known only as Kane. The injury
would have killed most men. But his father was not like most
men. Yoshihiro Tajiri was the son of the man known only as The
Great Muta. That in itself was reason to be proud.
Muta had taken on Kane in a fight over the
tallest mountain in North America only to find himself broken
and beaten. Yoshihiro was determined to care for his father
after that. The best money he had ever made was when he took a
contract to kill a man who had been caught stealing secrets
from the American government. That money had helped keep his
father alive. Yoshihiro knew that it wouldn’t last forever and
became a self styled hit man for hire to keep an inflow of
money to pay for the medical care his father needed.
He had become the ‘Japanese Buzzsaw’ as a way of
hiding his own identity from the world. Now he had an
opportunity to put himself into a position that would give him
the help he needed to get his hands on the monster Kane. But
somehow, he had never thought that the man who’d introduced
himself as simply ‘Rob’ would have been his ticket.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Today . . .
He was the legendary masked man. Everyone in the
superhero communities around the world knew that his arrival
would spawn a new era of superheroes. He had sat idly by
watching the exploits of the current crop of heroes and knew
that his time was drawing near. Slowly he pulled his mask over
his head and began to lace it up.
“Soon,” he said to the darkness around him.
“Soon it will be the time of the greatest battle of heroes and
villains ever. One that will change the world. And one that I
would be out of my mind to miss.”
No one replied in the darkness that surrounded
him, but he knew that Undertaker was there and could hear him.
Little did he know that there was more than just Undertaker
there. As he tightened the laces on his mask he felt the power
coursing through him. The power of the Luchadore. The power
that was his to harness and use to destroy even the most evil
With that power running it’s way through his
veins he took to the sky and flew off into the darkness.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Angleman had been travelling with Undertaker and
Rock for some time now and still had no idea where they were
headed. The one thing he did know was that Rock did not like
him. Rock viewed him as a happy-go-lucky moron who was too
much of a geek to be associated with in a normal circumstance.
But these were very different than normal circumstances. These
were times when Rock would not be able to overcome the evils
of the world himself.
‘And that is why they need me,’ Angleman thought
to himself silently. ‘That is why they have put their own
hatred for one another aside. That is why they chose me to
help them. They need the best there is in the business today.
What an honor.’
“Angleman! Know your role and shut your mouth,”
Rock broke Angleman’s thoughts up. “Rock can hear your
thoughts and is getting just a little sick and tired of the
self serving attitude you have! What an honor? What a load of
monkey-crap! It may be an honor for you to be alongside of the
two legends that you’re traveling with, but for Taker and Rock
it’s nothing more than a major annoyance, Jabroni!”
“Rock, enough. He has more than held his end of
the bargain. Now you keep yours and leave the kid alone,”
Undertaker intoned in his droning monotone voice. “He is along
because we will need his assistance. And before you go into
your patented little tirade about how The Rock don’t need
anyone’s help, remember this . . . I can leave you here in
this limbo Rock. Left to suffer the knowledge that you have
been thrust out of the spotlight and back into the nowhere
from whence you came. And Angleman, stop thinking. It’s not
your strong suit.”
With that the argument was over just as quickly
as it had been started.
Matthew Hardy had always enjoyed a great party.
In fact, he looked forward to nearly 98.72% of the parties
that he was invited to. He loved the fact that he could go
somewhere to let off 7.49% of the irritation of his position
with minimal effort on his part. Even his 2.3 drinks had
meaning in every one of them. But this party somehow struck
Matthew Hardy as different from the rest. There was something
that made it seem only about 74.02% right.
This was the right place. This was the right
party. But there was exactly 0% of the right people. Jeffrey
was nowhere to been seen and Gregory had disappeared earlier
in the night. Matthew was 65.8% certain that something was
amiss, but he couldn’t tell what.
She had seen him before. She knew that he was
Matthew Hardy. She knew that he was one of the heads of the
highly successful HHH Networks corporate conglomerate that was
even now celebrating it’s total dominance of all forms of
She also knew that she was meant to be with him.
She knew it in her gut. She’d known it ever since the day that
they had first met at a HHH Networks corporate party nearly
two years ago. Yes, Amy Dumas knew that she would be Mrs.
Matthew Hardy someday. But she would have to get his attention
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Two and a half years ago . . .
When Rob had first met Yoshihiro Tajiri, he
thought nothing of him. To Rob, he was just another Japanese
tourist who had come looking for the most extreme things that
America had to offer. When Rob noticed that Yoshihiro had
stayed longer then most normal tourists he began to take more
notice of him. Eventually Yoshihiro even got brave enough to
step up to Rob and issue a challenge of skills. Rob had to
admit that he was rather amazed at the challenge but didn’t
hesitate to take the challenge. The night that Rob was to meet
Yoshihiro to determine who was the better martial artist, he
had an upsetting visit from a completely strange man.
The enigmatic Dreamer faded into view in front
“Rob, I know why you are here. Be cautious,”
Dreamer warned Rob, “Yoshihiro Tajiri is the only son of the
Great Muta. The man who first trained you in the deadlier
martial arts. He knows more than you could even begin to
And then Dreamer was gone.
Rob met Yoshihiro in the back of his own private
gym where they had both been coming regularly for several
weeks. Rob, because it was his gym. Yoshihiro, to find the
best America had to offer.
“American Ninja,” Yoshihiro Tajiri addressed
“Not anymore. Now I’m just plain old Rob Van
Dam,” Rob pointed to his shoulders with his thumbs to
emphasize the name. “And you seem to know a lot more about me
than I do about you, man. So why don’t give me a brief history
on your life? Kinda get me up to speed, ya know?”
As Rob listened to Tajiri’s story of Muta and
what had happened to him, the newest elite force that Rob was
putting together began to arrive for a show that promised to
be more informative than entertaining. The enigmatic Dreamer
faded into view well out of the way of the participants. While
the genetic freak Raven lowered himself from the rafters to
get a closer look at what was about to occur.
Then from out of the shadows that he would
wrestle with for the remainder of his life stepped Rob’s
mentor, The Hitman. He would be the one to referee this
contest of skills. It would be fair. It would be called down
the middle. No one would feel that they had been screwed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Today . . .
The Orange Goblin walked through the lobby of
the immense building that was HULK HQ. As he gazed levelly
around him, he noticed that right next door was the main
offices of the extremely successful HHH Networks. The Orange
Goblin half smiled.
It had been a good number of years that he knew
the owner of HHH Networks. The Orange Goblin had first met him
when he was nothing more than just a student of science. Those
were good days indeed. For the first time he had met someone
as cunning and ruthless as he was. It felt good to reminisce
every so often.
Ed was busy running off at the mouth about all
of the things that they had accomplished in such a short span.
The Orange Goblin ignored most of the chatter as he thought
about what he should do with what little time he had left
before the great battle would begin.
The Orange Goblin knew all about the great
battle. In fact, it had been the Goblin’s idea at first. But
then he had been betrayed by the cerebral assassin that he had
helped to groom. What irony he had found in that. The man he
wanted to groom to take his place as the pre-eminent evil in
the world had beaten him down and forced him to re-evaluate
his plans. He was angry and proud at the same time.
Ed continued to yammer, not even noticing when
Goblin left the room to get something to drink. When the
Orange Goblin returned, Ed was still talking up a storm.
Goblin ignored him and went into what he would come to call
his ‘war room.’
Then the Orange Goblin gathered everything in
the room up and began to set up an elaborate maze of an
office. When Ed walked in to see what he had been up to, the
Orange Goblin turned and destroyed Ed with the largest EGO
bomb he had ever thrown. Then he left HULK HQ heading for HHH
Networks famed Titan Towers.
The Orange Goblin never looked back.
That would be his first mistake.
Two weeks prior . . .
Michael Foley had taken more than one shot at
super-stardom in his life. He’d played a decent sized role in
a television series based out of Atlanta, did some voice over
work for a cartoon produced in Philadelphia, and had even
appeared in a few sitcoms on the prestigious HHH Networks.
But somehow, the voices in his head kept talking
him into destroying the opportunities of working in
television. Everything he had accomplished to this point he
had done on his own, but the pitfall of his career had been
the voices in his head. Although he did have to admit, when
the voices got the best of him, it made for some great
When he got the call from Jeffrey Hardy at HHH
Networks saying that they were willing to give him one last
shot at making television history, Michael “Mick” Foley could
hardly say no. If only he’d known what they had in mind for
him, he might have changed his mind and walked away from the
business he had grown to love with all his heart. Even if the
voices told him that he wasn’t good enough.
* * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, in Minnesota . . .
Brock had been training hard for the majority of
his short life. He knew that he was only twenty-three years
old, but for some reason he also knew that he had the strength
of three men his age. Deep inside Brock knew that he had made
the right choice. Minnesota had once had a superhero, but he
had fallen be the wayside and gone into politics instead of
fighting for what he knew to be right. Brock had noticed that
the ideals that they both fought for were the same, but that
they had different methods of getting there.
Brock had made the decision back when he was
only six to become a superhero. The biggest obstacle that he
faced was his total lack of super-powers. Undaunted he would
begin training at this young age to be the best machine for
justice that he could be. But now, at twenty-three, he was
finding that the lines between good and evil were becoming
much more blurred than they had ever been before. He suspected
that television was the main cause of this.
If he only knew how close to the truth he was.
Brock had benefited from being the only son of a
wealthy cheese maker. Because of this, he had been able to
attend the best schools, and get the best physical training
that anyone could have. All of this would serve him well in
the time to come. And Brock knew that his time was almost
here. Brock knew that is was almost time for him to unveil the
next big thing in the ranks of those who fought for justice
around the world. Brock knew that it would be up to him to
change the world for the better.
How he would do it was still beyond him though.
* * * * * * *
The masked man flew on into the darkness that
was his eternal night.
His determination to show the world that there
was nothing more powerful than the power of the Luchadore tore
at him. He knew that he would need to keep those feelings in
check or risk falling to the pride that caused so many of his
brethren to fall. Though how he had managed to last this long
was beyond him.
Then it happened.
The portal opened in the exact spot that
Luchadore had predicted. Out stepped the Undertaker, Rock, and
Angle-Man. Never once did any of them flinch. It was as though
they were the stuff of legend. As unreal as the moment felt,
the masked man was the first to speak.
“You made it. Exactly as it was predicted,” he
exclaimed as though it weren’t a forgone conclusion.
“As have you young Luchadore. Now the question
begs to be asked,” Undertaker intoned in his monotone voice.
“What shall we call you?”
“My name is Rey. Rey Misterio, last keeper of
“It doesn’t matter what your name is! All that
you need to know,” Rock interjected into the conversation, “Is
that you have been chosen for one monumental task. You have
been chosen to be the distraction that will finally bring the
Rock back . . .”
“Enough! This is not the time Rock,” Undertaker
warned in a voice that hinted at timeless anger. “Rey
Misterio, meet Rock and Angle-Man. They will be two of the
chosen four. Your role will be to help us to find the others.
Are you ready for it? Cause if you take this spot, I promise
you, I’ll make you famous.”
With that, Rey Misterio stepped into the portal
and called back to Rock, Angle-Man and Undertaker, “Are you
* * * * * * *
Mick arrived at the posh suite that HHH Networks
was providing him with expecting some sort of reception. A
welcoming committee at the very least. But there was nothing.
No flowers, no card, no sign that anyone had done anything to
make him feel welcomed to the networks. He immediately began
to feel as though he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
That’s when it began to go bad.
From out of the bathroom, Mick heard the most
ungodly sound that he had ever heard in his life. And the
voices crept back into his head again. He had spent so much
time with the voices he even had names for them. One he called
Mankind because of his total lack of respect for man in
general and the other he called Cactus Jack. Why he called the
voice Cactus Jack was beyond him. The best explaination he had
come up with was that it fit the voice. But that was all beond
him now as they both came flooding into his head. Neither one
could say anything good about what was going on and that
bothered Mick even more. The sounds from the bathroom grew
Then Mick saw something that he never wanted to
see. It would also be the last thing he saw before blacking
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