"Welcome back from our intermission! The final round of our tournament is about to begin! Sum Porta-aaaaaaaaaa! Versuuuuuuuuuuuuus Naaaaaaame Withdraaaaaaaawnnnnn!" HOLD IT! We can't begin the story here! The story will be better understood if we go back a few hours in the past. Let us get this started!

-Act 1: Turnabout Hero-

We see a young man, about the age of 17, sleeping on a raggedy, old futon, snoring away. His house the epitome of dirty, run-down, and "so cheap that the homeless shy away from it". A bag of Cheetos in one hand and an empty bottle of orange-flavored Gatorade in the other. The smashed(yet somehow working) wristwatch reads 10:49. "Huh?" he says as he wakes up from his slumber. He scratches his dark blue hair, wipes the crumbs off his black hoodie, white t-shirt, and blue jeans. "Hehe… looks like I slept a smidge to much. No matter, it's not like if anyone is here to judge me or boss me around!" Grummmbiiiii! "Wow… looks like I'm hungry… but for what? Haha! Oh well, I'll know when I get there! Time for another adventure!" And he disappears from the house. You see, my dear audience… that young man is me. And the me of the past had one… skill per se. Teleportation. I used my power in one way the shames me to this day. Common, run-of-the-mill theft. Nonetheless, that all changed that day.

I teleported into a Wal-Mart and announced my arrival to all within the confines of said establishment. "Hello fine people! The grand and oh-so fantastic Porta is here!" My eyes were closed while I held my hands up a moved them up and down as if to say, "Oh. Please stop applauding! I'm just a regular person just like you." However when I opened them I saw people huddled up in corners. Some lying in the ground crying, praying, or covering their frightened child. I soon say why. I looked around me and saw a gruesome gang of the worst types of larcenists… the type who use the horrible objects known as weapons. Knives, firearms, clubs, and whips. Three of each. Surrounding me. Ready to be used. One of the female members, who I assume was the ringmaster of this nefarious gathering, came towards me and cracked her whip on the ground towards me. CRACK! "Ahhh yes… Porta… The greatest, or should I say, foolhardy thief to ever walk through the foolishly foolish stores of this foolish city. Thank you for foolishly "blessing" us with your foolish presence," She flipped her turquoise hair and continued her speech. "I'm afraid that you, my oh-so dearly foolish Porta, are to late to rob this store because you will take our fall. Should you choose to escape the police, you'll become a fugitive. Mwahaha! Looks like that not-so-foolish cookie was right. 'If thou wait, luck will drop in'. You're such a foolishly foolhardy fool"

I gritted my teeth during this woman's speech. I wanted to escape… but the people in the store. They could lose their life because of me. I dropped to my knees and, plop plop, tears ran out of my eyes. "Y-you…" I started as I stood up, "Y-you… how can you! These innocent people… they have no savior. You monsters!" CRACK! "Ahhh!" I screamed as the whip hit my chest. "Silence you fool! I won't stand for any-"

"No… filly," I interjected, "I am the one that won't stand for any back talk you! Shut your mouth and know your place!"

I teleported behind each of the gunmen and knocked them out with a few karate chops to the neck area and a choke hold to finish them. I took the guns and disposed of them using my teleportation. I decided to empty one out, so I could use it as a "club" "You fools!" Everyone! Be cautious and make sure to attack Porta!" exclaimed my female adversary. 25% of these guys are done in… but now 75% are TRYING to attack me, I thought. I think I'll attack the knives next. I teleported to the knife people and quickly made them see stars by ramming them with my empty gun. Perfect! It's half and half now! Time for the clubs and whips to feel my wrath! "Boo! Lookin' for me?" I taunted as I appeared in front of Lady von Whippenburg's goons. They all stumbled as they saw me reappear then once again disappear. Then BAMMO! I dished out five plates of hurt and pain. I better tie up these guys with these whips if I hope to keep them subdued. I tied up the eleven barbaric grunts that worked under that whip-happy, turquoise-colored hair, fool addicted woman."One, two. Look at you. Three, Four. You'll be no more. Five, six. I'll give you some strong kicks. Seven, eight. It's your type I hate. Nine, ten. I'll never see you again." I chanted as I walked towards the final boss of this game known as life. I could feel the shivers that were going to be running down that lady's spine soon. I was unarmed since I felt that to take my revenge on this woman I would fight without teleportation, without weapons, and without tricks. "Hello Lady von Whippenburg," I announced once I spotted her in the cosmetics section striking fear into the heart of a small child and his mother, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

My rival turned around, allowing her prey to escape the clutches of her menacing whip. "P-Porta! I thought I heard you c-coming. I'll beat you to a pulp in the name of my fallen comrades." she boasted. It sounded like she was trying to persuade herself more than she was trying to persuade me. I snickered when I heard her fragile voice and I taunted her, "Oh you're talking about my poem. Hehe. I plan on keeping up with the promises I made within that poem. Ahahahahaha!" Every step I took towards her caused her to move back. "Y-you c-can't!" pleaded Lady von Whippenburg. "I'm a lady and your such a wise and unfoolish gentleman. Beating me up wouldn't be wise!" I laughed and smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "Ha… who ever said that? Plus, wasn't you who called me a 'foolishly foolhardy fool'? I'm sorry Lady von Whippenburg but this is the end!" I delivered a kick to side then caught her falling body. 100% completion. Quest complete.

I walked towards the tied up villains and added their little friend to the collection. I dragged them behind me to the front of the store and used the intercom system. "Attention loyal Wal-Mart shoppers. The menacing marauders that have kept you hostage for over an hour have been subdued by a heroic savior. That is all." I turned around and saw the child I had saved. "Thank you Mr. Porta," he said as he hugged my leg. I could only manage to stutter out, "Y-you're w-welcome kiddo," as he went back to mother. Huh? Is that what I think it is? Police sirens! The policemen entered the Wal-Mart in no time flat… and I was still there! My teleportation powers! They aren't working! No way! When I really need you! I stood there a nervous wreck not knowing what to do when one of the policemen approached me. "Hello boy. What's wrong with you!" I looked at the policemen and I quickly collected myself. "Nothing sir! I'm fine!"

"You sure are strange for such a young boy."

I looked at the officer and I had to admit he was way stranger than me. I mean those black shades, that black trench coat, and that faded-red tie. Not to mention that gruff voice! Was this guy some secret agent wannabe? "Hey gramps! Look who's talkin'!"

"Hey kid do you know who you're talking to! I'm Detective Richard Stigma, and I could get you arrested for verbal assault of an officer!"

You could get me arrested for theft and quite possibly assault of 12 evildoers. "Well you're clothing should be stigma," I murmured.

"What you say punk?"

Wait! So I'm punk now! "Nuddin'! I didn't say nuddin'!" I quickly exclaimed.

"I hope that for your sake you didn't say anything. Hey boy… have I seen you some where."

Wheeww… I'm back to boy… Wait! Oh no! "Um… well you see sir I'm not… I'm just…" I was stuttering more than a person that was stuck in the coldest place ever with no sweater. Yes that's a childish comparison, but give me a break! "A hero." What! "Officer, this young man was able to save me and my child from the leader of the gang that was holding up this store. This young man… we are all in his debt." Thank you ma'am. You just help me escape doom. "Thank you again Mr. Porta."

Detective Stigma's jaw dropped open(along with the piece of peppermint candy he was sucking on) and his eyes buldged out so much that they almost burst out of their sockets. "You're P-Porta? The menace that has made this police department the laughing stock among all others in the country!" Kiddo! You just hammered the last nail on my coffin! Wait, I'm that notorious? Sweet! "You're coming with me! If I'm responsible for your capture, I'll get a raise! Maybe even promoted!" Stupid, faulty teleportation! "Sorry Dick, but I gotta split!" I exclaimed as I made a run towards the exit. "Sorry Porta, but you're too slow!"

"No!" I screamed as I struggled to get out of Detective Stigma's grasp. "Feisty, eh? Not for long!" the detective bragged. He reached into his pocket and took out… a taser! One more time! Come on teleportation! BZZZZZ! "Arghh!" The taser touched my abdomen and hurt me so much but then… Believe! Your power isn't the measure of your power! Whatever choices you make are want give the power to fight on! Is that… it can't be! But she's right! I believe! And Detective Richard Stigma ended up using his taser on himself.

-End of Act 1-