Peter Parker Spectacular Superhero
!SPECIAL EFFECTS! "THOUGHTS"
Chapter Four
Upon arriving in Las Vegas, Nevada in the evening for some rare materials and underground business ventures, the Master Planner and his henchmen made their way from their plane to a taxi van large enough to accommodate them and their things.
"You there, take us to the Las Vegas strip using these coordinates," Otto Octavius demanded harshly, his tone brooking no disobedience.
"I'm on my break, buddy. Give me another ten minutes and I'll take you wherever you want to go," the tall, rail-thin taxi driver called out upon the doctor's approach. The hawked nosed, swarthy-skinned Italian-American from New York disregarded his potential passenger and took another puff on his cigarette, blowing smoke in the air as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Then the Master Planner waved a hand in the taxi driver's direction. "You don't need to take a break right now."
"I don't need to take a break right now," the taxi driver parroted, his eyes staring off into space like a zombie as he promptly stood up straight.
"You'll take us to the Las Vegas strip now."
"I'll take you to the Las Vegas strip now."
"Let's go."
"That was amazing. How did you do that?" one of Otto's henchmen asked.
"Never mind that now. I know things you're incapable of comprehending. Now put our luggage in this van. There's no time to waste," Otto ordered.
As soon as they had arrived where Octavius had wanted to go, he and his men took their things out of the van and promptly left the taxi driver who simply drove off without payment.
The Las Vegas Strip was the street that had the most casinos and the biggest gambling dens. The lights coming from these casinos and on the strip were brighter than the rest of Las Vegas, making the night brighter than it was during the day. Masses of people went to and fro as Otto Octavius and his henchmen made their way to their destination, getting there sooner since the Master Planner had used his mind control to make everybody get out of their way.
"Here it is," Otto announced.
Then they heard a voice. "Greetings, Otto Octavius."
The Master Planner turned around to see, "Adrian Hirsch!"
"That's me. I have a proposition for you." Adrian Hirsch was a slender man of average height, impeccably dressed in a fine light blue, three-piece suit. His brown hair was rather long which helped to make him a fairly good looking man despite the fact that he was slightly balding in the front.
"Is that so?" Both men were standing in a lobby on the Las Vegas Strip near where Hammerhead's underground yet well-known Unlimited Class Fighting tournament was being held. Behind the arch criminal were Niner and a few of his other henchmen who had hidden weapons on them. At the same time, Otto Octavius had his technological devices and metal arms hidden under a bulky trench coat.
"I understand you're a legitimate businessman," Adrian stated with a charismatic smile.
"Maybe. What do you have in mind?"
"There are certain people who have made several inroads in the Las Vegas area. These people have a lot of political power and..."
"I know all about Hammerhead and how he's your benefactor. I also know how Hammerhead has overpowered the local mafia around these parts, and that he's part of the Maggia," Otto interrupted. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Well, since you're normally in New York, you're probably planning on creating a small empire for yourself. My benefactor can help you in this."
"Listen here, Mr. Hirsch. What I'm doing in New York is none of your concern. However, I'm willing to do business while I am here, but I won't be a stooge for the Maggia the way you and Hammerhead are," Octavius snapped back harshly.
"Well, gee. Seeing as you've had a Moe Howard hairstyle until recently, you ought to be used being a stooge by now. Gak!"
"I'm really not amused by your weak attempts at humor. So why don't you shut up and take me to your boss while you still can?" Otto Octavius demanded with an air of authority that showed he meant business, holding up the well-dressed man off the ground by the throat.
"OK. Koff!" After Otto had dropped him to the ground, Adrian stumbled to get to his feet. Then he led him into the building, going underground where Hammerhead was seated at the center of a large table with a beautiful, bodacious blond, wearing a skimpy bikini on either side of him.
"And who do we have here?" the large, squarely built and square-jawed man with broad shoulders and a large flathead barked out. In addition to his unusual physique, Hammerhead wore a dark blue, light blue pinstriped business suit along with a black long sleeved buttoned down shirt and white tie underneath. Thus, he had the look of a 1930's gangster.
"This is Otto Octavius AKA the Master Planner from New York. He's here to do business with you," Adrian Hirsch explained nervously.
Hammerhead snapped his fingers, motioning for the girls with him to leave. After the scantily clad lovelies scampered off to the interest of Otto's men and even Otto himself, he turned towards his new guests. "So you wants to do business, eh?"
"I do, but that's all I want," Otto explained with his arms folded on his chest.
"All right. We can do that, but first, there are some fights I want to watch. You can have a seat of honor during these battles."
"I'm a busy man, so I really don't want to waste time with such frivolities," Otto Octavius interjected impatiently.
"Really? You mean you're not even interested in seeing your old friend, Goldstar Supreme, in his first fight in my tournament? It's going on right now," the gangster said with raised eyebrows.
"Hmm. I wondered what happened to him after he had gotten out of the rubble of that explosion. I guess I'll wait around and accept your hospitality, but I want to talk business as soon as possible."
"All right. This way, gentlemen!" Hammerhead led them to where box seats on a balcony were, so they got a good view of the fights taking place in the arena. The arena was large and circular like a stadium in the ancient Roman Empire. It was larger than a football field, 150 yards in diameter.
Otto and his host were treated to the sight of Goldstar Supreme leaping upwards and hovering in the air while the Rhino attempted to hit him with a charging attack that missed completely with the charging warrior slammed into the reinforced wall of the arena. "Come back down here, you coward!"
"Sure, I will." The flying warrior quickly came bearing down on his opponent fists first, striking him right between the eyes.
"Oh!" the Rhino moaned as he went crashing to the ground.
"Is that all you got?" Goldstar said to his downed opponent.
"No, it isn't!" The Rhino got up quickly and charged him again.
!CRACK! Before his opponent could get to him, Goldstar nailed him a snap kick that knocked him back. "How do you expect to win any fights when all you can do is a rhino's charge?" the caped warrior asked, getting into a stance in anticipation of another attack.
"Shut up!" The Rhino got up again, attacking his opponent with another charge that found only air.
"So I guess you're a Republican In Name Only?"
"No, what gave you that stupid idea?"
"That's what Rinos are called. Get it?"
The Rhino paused for a moment, finally understanding what his opponent meant. "You think you're so funny, Goldie? Wait until I get my hands on you!" the Rhino said, making another charge.
"Well, here we go again," Goldman said. Then he grabbed the oncoming Rhino, spun around at super speed for a couple of seconds until he violently threw him into the sky. Before the Rhino got as high as ten thousand feet, Goldstar flew up past him, getting to his opponent's destination first. While he was looming over him, he struck the head of the Rhino with an ax handle attack, sending his opponent crashing to the ground. "This has been interesting, but it's about time we end this fight."
"I'll end it!" Rhino responded, getting up and taking swings at his opponent who seemed to magically appear in front of him.
"You wanna go toe to toe? Let's go then!" !CRACK!POW!SMASH! Goldstar got in several hits while his opponent got in one which he simply shrugged off. And in a matter of seconds, the Rhino ran out of energy and dropped to the ground unconscious.
"Hmm," Octavius opined, having watched the fight with interest amid the sound of the cheering crowd.
"Kinda glad you decided to show up and see this, aren't ya?" Hammerhead asked, giving his guest a sideward glance.
"I am," Otto Octavius said upon looking at the distant form of the victorious fighter in an obviously covetous manner.
"The guy ain't half bad," Hammerhead stated, favoring Otto with a smile.
"He's nigh invincible!" the Master Planner announced. "And it's all thanks to me!"
"What do you mean?"
"I made him into what he is! I did all that," Otto exclaimed in regards to the powerfully built warrior standing over his vanquished opponent and raising his hands in victory.
"I need to get him into my organization. He should be working for me!"
Hammerhead regarded the mad scientist for a moment. "Maybe so. There are some more fights starting up though. Let's see who is next." Hammerhead took a good look at the roster. "It's Titania versus Ox Man. This oughtta be good."
"You can watch this fight if you want, but I'm going to find this Goldstar Supreme and talk to him. Where is he?" Otto demanded as he quickly rose from his seat, his henchmen getting up with him.
"He's probably in the locker room below."
"I'm going to have a word with him." Octavius turned towards his host with a sense of authority that meant what he said wasn't so much a request as a demand.
"All right. Hirsch! Take Mr. Octavius to that Supreme guy!"
"Yes, Boss," Adrian Hirsch confirmed as he made his way from the balcony seats and went downstairs to the waiting area where Goldstar Supreme waited for his next fight with the impatient Master Planner and his henchmen following close behind.
"Try to be back here for dinner later so we can talk business!" Hammerhead called out to his guest's departing form.
"Hey, Goldie!" Adrian Hirsch called out arrogantly as soon as he had arrived in the locker room and saw him.
"The name's Goldstar Supreme!"
"Whatever!"
"You talking to me?"
"Yes, I'm talking to you."
"You must be talking to me, you're looking at me. What do you want?"
Adrian Hirsch rolled his eyes upon his comprehension. Then he walked up to Supreme and wagged his finger in his face. "This guy here wants to talk to you."
The powerfully built warrior folded his massive arms against his chest and saw, "Otto Octavius."
"It's been a long time, Goldstar Supreme. My, how you've grown," Otto announced, regarding the man in front of him as if he owned him.
"Yes, I've grown. I'm bigger, better, badder!" Goldstar Supreme announced, expanding out his massive chest with his fists on his hips and his head cocked back in an arrogant stance.
"Well, since I had a hand in creating you, you ought to take my lead and join with me. I'm going to rule the world one day, and if you get in on the ground floor right now, you'll stand to get everything you've ever wanted," Otto explained.
"Is that so?"
Then the face of the Master Planner hardened. "That is correct. You'll accept my offer if you know what's good for you."
The golden gladiator paused for a moment. Then he answered the man harshly. "You grabbed me off the street, used me as a guinea pig for an experiment that almost killed me, and left me there to die. Then you have the nerve to come here and make me an offer I can't refuse? Never would I have imagined that you'd treat me with such disrespect."
"It was all for science. Besides, you were beaten within an inch of your life when I found you."
"I was just hurt from a beating. I wasn't seriously injured. I could have just laid there until a policeman or somebody else noticed me and took me to the hospital. It wasn't as bad as it looked."
"You were so disfigured that no one could have recognized you. But despite all that, you've benefited from what I've done a great deal as anyone can see. Listen, boy. I made you, thus I can unmake you. Follow my commands or else!" Octavius ordered, practically threatening him. The man wearing shades got in Goldstar's face with a menacing glare, but the youth was unimpressed.
"Listen up, Doc Ock," Goldstar replied.
"What?!"
"You heard me. I'm through being pushed around by you or anyone else. From now on, I'm doing what I want, looking out for number one. So you can take your commands and stuff it!" the young man answered, pointing his thumb to his chest arrogantly.
"He really ripped you a new one there, Octavius," Adrian Hirsch announced with a couple of unconcealed chuckles.
The Master Planner turned and glared at the professional go-between for a moment then he turned back towards the young man. "How dare you talk to me that way?"
"I'll talk any way I want! There's plenty of money to be made in the underground circuit. Why do you think I'm here? I'm looking to get as much cash as I can. Now get out of my way!"
"Why you ungrateful..."
"Bug off!" With that, Goldstar Supreme walked off, his long, golden cape trailing behind him.
"Well, that was interesting," Hirsch commented. However, Otto paid no attention to the smaller man while he stared off into space with a sense of rage in his eyes.
XXX
The next day, Goldstar made his way to the underground arena where his second fight was about to take place. However, before he could walk through the entrance, a tall, statuesque woman walked in front of him, barring his way. "So, you're the famous Goldstar Supreme!"
"That's right. Who the heck are you?" he asked the newcomer.
"I'm Titania!" the impressively built woman announced as she thrust herself forward, moving her shoulders back and standing straight with her fists on her hips. Upon sauntering towards him in an intimidating manner, her six feet two inches tall frame got closer to him, weighing a muscular yet busty 180 pounds. Her long, ginger-colored hair flowed down a little higher than her waistline while her red and brown midriff baring tunic showed a great deal of cleavage that threatened to come bursting out. Despite the vicious sneer on her face, she was strikingly beautiful.
Goldstar looked the woman up and down, his eyes centering on the exposed midriff of her bust-line. "What can I do for you, babe?"
"Treat me with respect, and my eyes are up here. I'm the strongest fighter here as you'll find out when you fight me!"
"Take it easy, lady. In time you'll be at my feet like all the other women I've dealt with," the beautiful warrior replied with feigned arrogance while rocking his head back.
"What?! How dare you?"
"I'll check you out later, but right now I have my fight to go to." Goldstar gave a look good at the tall, statuesque woman who was only two inches shorter than he was.
"After him, you'll be fighting me. So you better be ready for a real fight, Goldie!" the woman yelled after the Goldstar who departed from her.
"I'll be ready for ya, babe. Just make sure you're ready for a real man next time I see you," Goldstar answered, smiling wryly without taking his eyes off the powerful woman's burgeoning bosom as he looked over his broad shoulders.
"Come on, Goldie! You're on!" a man dressed as a referee called out.
"The name's Goldstar! And hold your horses! I'm getting there!"
On his way from the opposite side of the arena was a well-groomed man of immense size. The Caucasian man with short light brown hair was six feet six inches tall weighing over 1,000 pounds of rubbery blubber. His bare, thick, strong limbs moved the base of his round body that was covered in a dark brown body suit with yellow trim.
"For this fight," the announcer said with aplomb. "Our next fighter hails from Lubbock, Texas. He's Fred J. Dukes otherwise known as the Blob!"
Then the announcer paused a moment for effect. "His opponent is Goldstar Supreme from New York City, New York!"
"New York City?!" the Blob exclaimed contemptuously with a Texan accent.
"That's right, Chubbs. So what if I don't have La Victoria Salsa on me?"
"What?!"
"Never mind. Anyway, I knew guys who lived down south were heavy, but I had no idea how big you's guys could get," the powerhouse answered with a chuckle.
"I'll have you know all of this is muscle! And you're gonna see how strong I am when my fists get close and personal, pretty boy!"
Goldstar regarded the corpulent man for a moment, scrutinizing him. "You have one large muscle right here. Do you have enough food in there? It looks like you're about to have twins," the muscularly fit warrior answered patting his own six-pack abs.
"Get that stupid smile off of your face, Goldie!"
"Come over here and take the smile off, lardo!"
"Grrr!" the big man growled, charging his opponent with everything he had. He moved with so much speed that he surprised the quick-footed hero, but he didn't move fast enough. "What the..." The Blob was the one surprised when his opponent flew into the air, avoiding the Texan's charge.
"You're too slow, Chubbs!" his opponent called out, landing several feet away from him.
"Gee, I reckon I'll have to be faster since you insist on running away like a Yankee coward, Goldie!" the larger man answered.
"Goldie?! You talking to me? You talking to me?"
"Who else am I talking to?" the frustrated, big man answered hotly.
"You must be talking to me. You're looking at me. I got your fight. I got your fight right here, pal," Goldstar stated, landing and getting into a martial arts stance.
"Let's get er done, shall we?" the Blob replied, getting ready for another attack, his hands extending towards his opponent. Then he stomped the ground with his foot creating a shockwave that knocked his opponent off of his feet and sent him up into the air. "Now!"
!SMASH! "Yeeeoow!" Goldstar screamed in surprise as his opponent shot himself into the air with his arms spread out while slamming into him. "Who'd have thought a fat tub of lard could move so fast? Time to get serious about this fight."
Even though he was still in the air, the Blob struck his aerial opponent several of times with skillful strikes, boxing his ears in. "You got any more stupid things to say, you long-haired fruitcake? I eat guys like you for breakfast!"
"I bet you eat a lot for breakfast, Chubbs. Anyway, how about this?" Goldie spun around, grabbed the larger man, and threw him further into the air. Then he flew up towards him striking him dozens of times before the larger man could hit the ground.
"Oof! That's supposed to hurt me, fairy boy?" the big man said with a sneer, hiding the pain he had actually felt.
"Let's see you handle this!" Surprising the Blob, Goldstar cupped both of his opponent's ears, stunning him.
"Aaargh!"
"Here, this is for you!" Goldstar spun around quickly, striking his opponent in the head with his strongest tae kwon do kick that sent the larger man into a world of unconsciousness.
"Wow!" Hammerhead exclaimed upon seeing a great battle, all the spectators in the audience cheering loudly.
"Hmm." Otto regarded the caped warrior shrewdly. "If I can't bring this self-named Goldstar Supreme to heel, I'll have to destroy him."
XXX
A little while later, Hammerhead was on the phone with a contact he had in the local NSA office. "So you're saying that Goldstar Supreme is actually working undercover for the government?" Hammerhead stated with a sense of shock, his face red with anger.
"That's right, Boss. I was there, hiding in the shadows when he was talking to a high ranking NSA agent."
"Thanks for the information, Clancy. I'll get on this right away."
The square-shouldered man stormed out of his office with a sense of rage and seriousness, making his way to where the remaining fighters were holed up.
Then Otto Octavius walked over to Hammerhead and confronted him. "This has been rather interesting, but as our business has concluded, it's time for me to depart."
"Hold it for a minute there, Doc. I think you might want to see what happens to your friend, Goldstar Supreme."
"Never mind that. I plan to destroy that ingrate myself," the bespectacled man stated harshly.
"Well, I've just found out that the stoolie's actually an undercover agent for the Federal government. What I'm going to do is have him…"
"Wait a minute, Hammerhead. I'll be his next opponent," Octavius interjected.
"You? You're nowhere near powerful enough to take on someone like…"
"I have a lot of abilities you know nothing about. I'll take him on, and I'll destroy him!"
XXX
A little later, Hammerhead made an announcement. "And for the next fight, we have Goldstar Supreme who is going up against a new fighter, Otto Octavius, the Master Planner!"
"What?" Goldstar exclaimed in shock and surprise. "I'm not supposed to fight again so soon."
"Go on, Goldie," the guy in the referee's outfit commanded. "It's time for you to face your destiny."
The last sentence was a cause for suspicion, but Goldstar didn't dwell on it too long. "All right," he replied, getting up from the bench and making his way to the arena with a strut.
As the Master Planner made his way from the other side of the arena wearing a large, bulky trench coat, he gave Goldstar Supreme a harsh glare through his glasses. "You should have taken what I offered you instead of turning me down and deciding to work as a lawman for the government."
The hero had a look of shock on his face as he regarded his new opponent. Then he got a steely resolve. "I'm not a lawman."
"It's too late to change your mind now. Now die!" Otto quickly whipped out a large, bazooka sized laser weapon that was shiny grey with red lights on it. Then the older man fired.
"Aarrgh!" the hero screamed in pain as the silver/translucent colored, faster-than-the-speed-of-light laser beam struck him in the chest, knocking him back several feet and then on to the ground with a thud.
"This is the end for you."
However, the downed warrior surprised everyone there by getting up despite white smoke coming from his mostly undamaged chest.
"This isn't the end. This isn't the beginning of the end. This is the end of the beginning."
"How could you have survived that? No matter. No matter at all. I'll simply blast you again." !THOOM! However, before Doctor Octavius could do anything, Goldstar Supreme had struck the ground with his right foot creating a shockwave that knocked the master criminal off of his feet.
"I'm bigger and better. And don't even try to take credit for what I've become. Much of what I am has more to do with the people who helped me than you." Goldstar Supreme flew into his opponent, dodging the laser fire from the large gun. Then he struck him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
"This isn't over, you schmuck!" Hammerhead yelled from his high vantage point seat. "There's no way I'm ever gonna let you leave here alive. You're the worst kind of lawman, undercover pork!"
"Who are you calling pork, flattop?!" Goldstar called out in response.
"That's it! That's it! You won't like what I do to ya now," Hammerhead stammered whiling stomping the ground in a rage.
"You're gonna do what?"
"I'm gonna tear you up into little pieces. Then I'll put you back together and do it all over again," Hammerhead said, making chopping gestures with his hands.
"I'd like to see you try, flattop. I don't particularly care one way or another for some of the things you've done, but kidnapping young girls to sell as sex slaves to who knows where is the worst. After I'm done beating the daylights out of everyone here, I'm coming for you."
"How dare you threaten me? I'll kill you, you schmuck!" At that moment, a huge thud resounded through the area.
"Hulk smash!"
Then one of Hammerhead's henchmen came running up to him. "Boss, it's the Hulk! He's wrecking the place!"
"The Hulk? What's he doing here?" Hammerhead yelled.
"We don't know why, but he's already beaten up some of the leftover contestants!"
Then another henchman ran up to him in a huff. "We gotta get out of here, Boss, the Feds are here!"
"THIS IS THE NSA! NOBODY MOVE!" a megaphoned voice called out. When Goldstar and everybody else there looked up they noticed that the place was surrounded by an army of well-armed Federal agents, some of them wearing bulky armor along with heavy metal weaponry.
After having been slammed through a wall by the Hulk who was outside the arena causing all kinds of havoc, Titania looked up to see Goldstar Supreme looking down on her, his eyes zeroing in on her burgeoning bosom which had finally managed to escape her torn outfit.
"I knew you'd be at my feet naked and helpless sooner or later," the hero said with a smile.
"What?! There's no way I'm going to let you and your cop friends take me in. I'll fight my way out including you if necessary!" Titania screamed, quickly getting up and facing him.
At that point, the Master Planner had woken up. Then he called out to the powerful woman. "I can use a woman like you in my organization, Titania! Come and work for me, and I'll help you get out of here!"
The statuesque woman turned towards Octavius. "All right, but I don't work for free. You'll have to pay and pay well."
"You'll get what's coming to you." Then the doctor took out a mechanical device and pressed some buttons. Then he, his men, and Titania vanished.
XXX
A few hours later, Goldstar Supreme was talking with Valerie Cooper. "When we found out that your cover was blown, I decided to send some men in. And since the Hulk was in the area, it wasn't hard to steer him in the direction of the huge arena where your fights were taking place. After that, rounding up the super villains that were there wasn't too hard since most of them were either beaten or had left, but the one named Titania escaped. You've been very helpful though. The report you typed up for us was very helpful as well. Good work, Tim."
"Thanks." "It's good I've sent the government on the wrong trail when it comes to my secret identity. Now I can get along with them better."
"How were you able to find out so much about Hammerhead's operations? It's like you had x-ray vision," the government agent asked.
"I paid a great deal of attention to what was going on, looking and observing," Goldstar answered in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Anyway, I still think you should reconsider my offer." The attractive woman smiled as she regarded the hero with her arms folded on her chest as if she had won an argument.
"All I can say is that I'll reflect on it. For the nonce, it's time for me to depart. Go for the gold!" Faster than the woman's eyes could follow, the flying hero shot up into the sky in a golden blur, creating a windstorm that upturned the NSA agent's skirt, revealing white lace panties.
"Oh!" the shapely blond shouted with a slight blush. "I wish he would have warned me before taking off like that!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be here next time when Goldstar Supreme crosses paths with a Black Cat. I hope you'll give me a review of this fanfic, and let me know what you think about it.