"Firestorm" Johnathan Mills, Contemplation of Training

"Firestorm" Johnathan Mills walks out of a local game shop, grinning as he had just defeated some poor sap in a hard fought Yu-Gi-Oh match and was examining the card he won from him.

As he slips the card into the box with the rest of his play deck, he decides what to do to get back into a training regime for his upcoming match with Kevin Kaos. Also some other guy had challenged him? Some foreign guy? Johnathan shrugs and starts for his bike that's locked up on the street light, when a shout catches his attention.

A man is striding towards him with purpose. He's carrying a tire iron and the young boy he just defeated (maybe 14 years old) along with him, a cruel grin plays across his face while the father looks enraged.

"Hey you!" The man shouts. "You beat my son?"

Johnathan frowns. "Yes, sir. I beat him fair and square. What's the-"

The man gets within arm's length of Johnathan, that tire iron looking very threatening.

"You lay your filthy little hands on my son!" The man screams, his face starting to go red. "What kind of fucking moron are you?"

Johnathan opens his mouth, but stops. What the hell is he talking about.

"Sir," he begins. "I didn't touch your son. I beat him in a card game. All I did was touch his deck when I took the card that I won. We agreed to these terms before the match."

The man's left eye begins twitching, the veins in his temple and neck grow and pulsate. It seems he has heard very little of what had just been said. Finally, he explodes.

"YOU TOUCHED MY SON'S DICK?! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Johnathan ducks as the man attempts to takes his head off with a swing of the tire iron. He side steps another swing that connects with his bike, knocking the handle bars clean off the bike. Johnathan takes a deep breathe.

"Okay. I can see that you're mad."

Johnathan dodges another swing that's meant to rip his belly open. He backflips to get out of reach, but the man is on him with the tire iron. Johnathan throws a handful of dirt into the man's eyes and runs. The boy screams after his father.

"Daddy! Don't let him get away!"

Johnathan runs down the sidewalk with the boy's father hot on his trail. He leaps, grabbing a light post, swings into the air over the street. He plants his feet on a moving car's hood, and springboards to the sidewalk across the street. He lands as the car comes to a screeching halt. The driver comes out cursing, but the father brains him with the crowbar and hops in the car. Johnathan's eyes go wide as he realizes what's to happen next.

"Aahh crap."

Johnathan runs into a little side street/alleyway while the man manevers the car to chase him. Johnathan leaps onto a dumpster, jumps up to a fire escape ladder, and climbs onto the first platform as the man plows the car into the dumpster. He waves down at the man who gets oput of the car, cursing and screaming.

"It was just a card game, friend." Johnathan yells down. "I beat your son in a freaking card game. I won a card from him. Nothing sexual. Nothing abusive. Thanks for coming though!"

This time, the man must have heard and understood. He grabs his son by the arm and leaves, cursing all the while. Johnathan sits down and breathes deeply, glad to have escaped death.

"Gods!" He exclaims. "How am I to train for Kevin Kaos and that weird guy?"

Just then the window behind him opens and a large muscular man leanes out.

"You can start by getting away from my place! Then eat a god damned sammich. You look crack addict thin for a wrestler!"

Johnathan shrugs and works his way back to his bike. He unlocks it and starts walking with it back towards his hotel. Maybe it's time to eat and hit the gym. Kevin Kaos may still kill him, but not for the lack of him trying to fight back.