Power of Tusk

To Red Witch: Yeah, you're right! Polanski don't deserve a break!

To Aaron: Yeah. I thought Macho Man deserved a little tribute. Razor's guitar makes him one tough mother, and Selene wants that power. Well, Razor will keep on giving the royal El Kabong to anyone who's earned it!

To HyperCaz: It's okay! Actually, Selene is a Marvel character. She's made some appearances over the years in the X-Men comics, as well as some others. Well, I hope you'll like this new chapter! And villainess is a word.

To Wizard1: Razor's the man! He proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I doubt Razor will be happy when he finds out the Black Queen's been watching him since Xantor's defeat. Yeah, Polanski and Tusk are going to hate Razor more after this! Razor's not going to have it easy. If Selene is not going to make sure of it, then maybe some other villain will.

Previously on Power of Tusk: Cleveland's favorite superhuman rocker, Kid Razor, and the half-man half-mammoth known as Tusk brawled while unknowingly under the watchful eye of the Black Queen. Ultimately, Kid Razor managed to pull a victory over Tusk, slamming him with the Rock 'n' Roll Elbow Drop.

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(Cleveland, Ohio)

Bobby Parkins ran a hand through his short brown hair. He could not believe what he had just done. He faced a 450-pound mutant with a mammoth head and won! He was sitting alone in a bench at the park.

"You okay, Bob?" Ronnie asked. Bobby sighed.

"Yeah." Bobby looked up at the sky. "This whole thing with being Kid Razor. It's weird. When I'm Razor, I become confident. Cool. Popular. As plain ol' Bobby, I'm just a regular kid. I'm not really popular. I'm shy around girls. At my senior prom, I took a cheerleader that pitied me. As Razor, girls can barely keep their clothes on around me. Hell, I become the man when I'm Razor."

"Jubilee seems to think so." Ronnie chuckled. "So, you become everything you ever wanted to be when you become Kid Razor." Ronnie sat down next to the guitarist. "That must be a thrill."

"Yeah, but..." Bobby sighed. "I also become more...arrogant. Like I suddenly develop this belief I'm better than everyone else. As if the person I was was nothing compared to the character I became."

"Yeah. I get it." Ronnie chuckled. "Look, Bobby. Razor is not perfect. Neither are you. You two have distinct personality differences. Razor's more confident and cocky than you are. You're more cautious and careful than he is. You have to work on harnessing Razor. You're doing a great job, but he still is wild in some aspects." Ronnie said. Bobby shrugged.

"So I got some more work to do, huh?" Bobby said, looking at his ghostly companion.

"Yeah." Ronnie said. A beep was heard, and Ronnie pulled out a pager. "Oh no! Keith's on another drunken bender." The glam rocker groaned. "I gotta go, Bob. Keith Moon's gone on another drunken rampage."

"Hope he don't run over any more chauffeurs." Bobby chuckled. Ronnie laughed.

"I hope not. See ya." Ronnie disappeared. Bobby got up and walked to his home.

"Hey, Bobby!" Rip caught up with him.

"Yo, Rip. What's up?" Bobby smiled, high-fiving his best friend since kindergarten.

"Well, you know Randy Unger?" Rip said.

"That psycho who lived down from you at the dorm?" Bobby remembered. "He was rumored to have a slight obsession with the Scarlet Witch. Once tried to use magic to make her fall for him."

"Yeah, but the spell was crock." Rip laughed. "Well, guess what? The psycho moved! The dorm is free! I was kinda thing you'd take it. You've wanted your own place. Well, here's your chance to finally get your own place."

"Thanks. I'll ask." Bobby smiled. He walked back to his house.

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(McDonalds in Cleveland)

"I'm worried about Bobby." Wendy said to her three friends and boyfriend. "Ever since Razor showed up in town, Bobby's not been seen much."

"He said he hasn't been feeling well lately. Give him a break." Tommy groaned, grabbing a fry and drowning it in ketchup.

"I'm sure Bobby will be fine." Jubilee said. "He's probably just feeling tired after that long semester."

"Yeah." Alex groaned. "Man, I hated Macroeconomics."

"Accounting class must die." Fingers grumbled. "Accounting class is evil. Accounting class is a tool of the devil."

"No joke." Alex agreed.

"Man, our classes were damn tough!" Rip grumbled. "Thank God we managed to pass somehow!"

"Welcome to college." Jubilee quipped, getting some chuckles.

"Hey, guys." Bobby joined his friends, carrying a tray with some food.

"Where the heck have you been, man?" Tommy chuckled. "We've been waiting for you so the party can start."

"Ha ha." Bobby joked. "How many bad jokes did you crack? 251?"

"Actually, 253." Tommy shrugged.

"You alright, Bob?" Wendy asked. "We haven't seen much of you these past couple days."

"I'm good. I'm cool." Bobby reassured. "I just haven't been feeling good, that's all guys. You worry too much."

"Okay, if you say so." Tommy shrugged.

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(The Vault)

Tusk stewed in his cell, specially designed to handle his great strength and power. The walls were made of very thick titanium, and Tusk did not wish to risk breaking his neck by trying to ram them, considering he had no way of running to reach ramming speed in there anyway. The door was a forcefield, so Tusk couldn't slip his tusks underneath and force it upwards for an escape.

"I hate Kid Razor." Tusk grumbled. "I really hate that rocker! How dare he upstage me! I'll show that loudmouth."

"I feel your pain." Doctor Octopus said from a cell nearby. "Kid Razor constantly calls my weight into attention. Not my fault I'm large! My mom was a large woman! I've tried that lame Atkins diet. What a load of bull that was! Slim-Fast does work a little bit for me. It don't taste too bad either." The six-armed scientist shrugged. Tusk stared at him for a minute.

"You are a spectacle-wearing smeghead, you know that?" Tusk said.

"WHY DON'T YOU COME IN HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU MASTODON-HEADED MORON?!?!?!" Ock roared, punching his forcefield entryway.

"I'd love to, but they don't let inmates share cells here." Tusk replied sarcastically.

"Oh will you two shut up?" The Blob groaned in his Texan drawl. "Man, every day, arguments between the new guys and the regulars." Blob went back to his book, Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

"Hey, since when did you read anything that requires more than two brain cells to understand?" Venom laughed at Blob. Venom's cell was across from Tusk's. Blob's was next to Tusk's, and Ock's was across from Blob's.

"Just because I'm a big man, that does not mean I'm stupid, okay?!" Blob snapped.

"Hey, we misunderstood, fat boy!" Venom snapped back.

"Oh brother." Tusk groaned.

Well, another adventure comes to an end! What will happen next? What will Selene pull to get her hands on the guitar? Will any new villains enter Razor's life? Find out soon! This is L1701E, saying thanks for reading!