First of all I do not own anything. TMNT is owned and copyrighted by the awesome geniuses Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. This story takes elements from the comics, the cartoons, and the films. This is just what I think should have been the third entry of the film series, not that abomination that took place in ancient Japan. You might have a different opinion but that's cool. Anyway, the prologue takes place right after where TMNT 2: TSOTO left off.

TMNT: Super Shredder's Army

Prologue

March 22, 1991 11:24pm

Outside the Dockshore club, a Turner Construction crew arrives to clean up what was left of the shipping docks and repair it. The foreman didn't remember all of the call he received an hour ago, but he did remember hearing something about a huge fight breaking out in the club during Vanilla Ice's performance involving four turtles, a bunch of ninjas, and some shogun promising revenge. At first, he thought it was a prank call until he came around the building and saw the pile of twisted metal and broken wood with his own eyes. It was then he realized that no human being would be capable of this amount of destruction.

"Looks like a tornado ran through here." one of the workers exclaimed.

"Or your mother looking for more hoagies." another retorted.

"Screw you, douche!"

"Alright, alright. Let's just get this over with, OK?" said the foreman. "I can't believe I gotta do this crap at this time o' night when I could be out downing a nightcap at the Bowery!" he muttered to himself.

Hours went by as the men cleared up the rubble. After the hundredth pile of broken planks was moved aside, one of the workers noticed something unusual sticking out of the debris. It looked like an arm.

"Hey I think we got a body over here!" he shouted.

The workers rushed over to pull as much debris off of the victim as possible. Hoping that there might be some life left in this unfortunate soul for the hospital to handle, they thought they rummaged through the damaged dock to find the body of a partygoer or a security guard who was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but not this.

"Somebody call an ambulance! Whoa! Check this guy out! Cool outfit!" the workers exclaimed.

They had come across a hulk of a man. He appeared to be at least seven feet tall and looked like he had the best steroid injection ever. He wore a metallic samurai helmet, razor edged plates protecting his shoulders, forearms, and shins, a purple bodysuit and a black silk cape. His look would put all the wrestlers of the WWF to shame.

"Is this guy dead?"

"He oughtta be."

"Hey Lenny, nudge this guy, will ya?"

Lenny looked at the other worker as if he just asked him to jump off a cliff.

"Um…shouldn't we wait for the ambulance?"

"Come on, he ain't gonna do nothin'. What are you, chicken?"

Lenny inched over to the fallen form. What am I doing? He thought to himself. He took a deep breath, stood near the man's helmet…drew his foot back…and…kicked his head. Not a hard scoring-a-World Cup-goal kick, just a tap.

Nothing.

He kicked him again.

Also nothing.

"See, Lenny? What did I tell ya? He didn't do nothin'."

"Ah, you guys." Said Lenny, feeling like a chump. "You know I get—

SLASH

The look of amusement on the workers' faces turned into sheer horror. Before Lenny could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain his back. Blood gushed out his mouth like a fountain before getting thrown into the water by the now standing frightening figure.

"GET HIM!" one worker shouted.

The construction crew was like a colony of hornets. If you mess with one of them, then you mess with all of them. One worker threw a left haymaker at the monster but it was blocked and he was dealt a huge forearm swipe sending him fifteen feet away into a dock post, breaking his spine. Two men (one armed with a pickax, the other with a shovel) tried to dissect the metallic beast but the pickax was grabbed and pushed into the worker's skull while the shovel was broken and used to impale its handler.

"GET OUT OF HERE! CALL THE COPS!" shouted the foreman.

After getting it through their heads that fighting this monster was not an option, they decided to high tail it out of there. But even that proved futile. Before anyone made it to the street, the beast removed his hands from his pockets to send his hidden throwing knives into the fleeing workers. One worker in an excavator tried to use his machine to pinch the killer to death. The metal jaws came lower until they reached his upper body. They closed on him.

"Eat this, you bastard!"

However, his joy turned into shock once he saw that the jaws were being torn apart. Sparks began to fly out the machine as this demon took hold of the lower jaw and swung it at the operator.

Oh damn

CRASH

The foreman was able to sprint over to a payphone to summon New York's finest and maybe even the military, hopefully.

911 Emergency

"Yeah, get me the—UGH!"

The foreman felt a huge burning sensation in his chest send him flying back still clutching the receiver, now torn from the booth. Clutching his charred chest, he looked over at the docks to see the demented warrior. What happened next nearly made him piss himself. The creature crossed his arms and teleported from the docks to the platform outside the nightclub, standing over him. The foreman scurried to get to his feet but he was grabbed by the throat and lifted up. His bladder finally let loose when he looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be killer.

"The world will know my wrath!" He spoke in a low but thunderous voice. "Starting with…the turtles!"

The frightened foreman had no idea what this psychotic giant was talking about. Nor would he ever. Especially when the giant formed his free hand into the shape of a claw and released a glowing blue beam at the foreman. He screamed as his body temperature decreased rapidly until he was a standing block of ice. Literally, he stood frozen in fear.

Super Shredder was back.