George Dean had finally returned to exact his revenge. It had been a year since his father had banished him from the Dean Enterprise empire after losing to David Johnson in an exhibition match. George Dean had spent that time fostering his hatred and humiliation. He used that, as well as he enormous bank account, to travel the world and train until the day he would see David Johnson face to face. And now that day was here.
Where George Dean had come back to Union Cross, the first thing he did was steal his father's new and improved DeanMachine 4.0, the ultimate battle suit, a weapon designed to use human hatred as fuel, something George Dean had in abundance.
David Johnson was still scouring the skies when he heard a strange sound. At first it was light and soft, like a small bug. But it grew and grew until the noise resembled the motor of a truck.
By the time David saw something approaching him, it was too late. And what looked like a burning ball of dark red energy rammed David, sent him tumbling in the air until he crashed through the window of an abandoned building.
As David was slowing getting up, shaking the chips of glass from his body, he saw a young man hovering just outside the window. He was wearing a black battle suit with red ribbings cut all around it. There was smoke and steaming energy pouring from the vents that covered the suit.
“Surprised to see me?” George Dean said with a smile. “I lost everything because of you, David Johnson. I’m going to finish you today and I’m going to get everything back.”
Just as David got to his feet, George’s body began to burn and glimmer with dark red power. Suddenly, George charged at him.
David didn’t have time to move. He crossed his hands in front of his face and absorbed the hit. It viciously pushed him back. But right before he hit the wall, George Dean was instantly behind him, blasting him in the back and sending him flying out the shattered window. And as David was falling, Dean grabbed his ankle and flew upward. Then Dean threw David in the air and shot another blast of energy from his palm. But David was able to regain control of himself and dodge it.
“There's nothing you can do,” George said as the two of them were floating about the city. “No place to run. No place on earth I won't find you. My name is George Otis Dean. And I will have my vengeance.”