Through The Eyes Of The Guilty.

Note: Spider-man and the main Characters associated are owned by Marvel Comics.

The plan was simple. We all had a part to play out in the wrestling ring. Iwo was sitting in the audience, placing and taking bets; the saleswoman was with me, in order to make a distraction for me to sneak backstage; the bouncer was a wrestler taking part in a contest: "$3000 for 3 minutes"; I was to steal the profits for the events; and the tourist was the get a way. I was given a gun with two clips full of bullets. Things was going smoothly. The bouncer, or Mr. Indestructible as he was known as that evening (yeah, I knew that was a stupid name myself), was up next. I was to head backstage after the match to offer my support, or congratulate him on his victory. The sale woman was to flirt with the guards if I had trouble getting back there. Iwo was controlling the whole operation, while the tourist was waiting for a call from Iwo.

Mr. Indestructible entered into the ring to face the champion, Crusher Hogan. Things gotten out to start smoothly: they both started out in a grapple, then Indestructible put Hogan into a body slam. The match turned when Hogan did a reversal supplex, then it was all down hill from there. Hogan applied his patented Back Breaker Submission Hold, and it was all over. Time: 1 minute 22 seconds. We started to the backstage locker room to put my part in the plan into play. At first I had trouble getting backstage, but with the thanks of the saleswoman I was able sneak in. All that time, I could hear the crowds going nuts over the present match in the challenge. Crusher Hogan was facing off against some punk that went by the name of Spider-Man. Apparently, Hogan was tearing this kid to pieces.

I made my way through the locker room just to find that the bouncer wasn't in there. I found him with a physician who was checking his back, making sure that it wasn't broken. Just at that time, the bell rung. The match was over. Hogan won, or so I thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you your new champion," said the ring announcer over the intercom. "The champ: Spider-Man!" The crowd sounded like they were eating this up. I was in shock. I caught a glimpse of this guy and he was a scrawny kid, compared Hogan. How did he manage to win the match. I heard someone say that it took only 1 minute and 15 seconds. I was told to follow this Spider-Man character to the office and was given the bouncer's gym back to put the money in.

I did just that. I followed the "champ" by a few feet as he went to the office. I waited outside as he entered to speak to the manager. I listened to the entire conversation.

"Here you go, Champ," said the owner. "One hundred dollars. Now get out of my office."

"But the deal was $3000," argued Spider-Man.

"It is. However: The deal was 3000 for 3 minutes, you pinned him under 2, besides you're just a kid. I'll sign you on after you graduate from high school, but that's the best I can do."

"I really need the money now."

"I really don't care. That's your problem, not mine."

I entered into the office just as Spider-Man was leaving. I caught a glimpse of him without his mask. My eyes must have been playing tricks because he looked like that Parker kid from the lab, only without his glasses. I shook of the coincidence and tossed the gym bag onto the desk.

"What's this?" asked the owner.

"Fill it," I demanded.

"What makes you think I'll do that?" he asked when I drew my gun and aimed it at his head. I was to get the money no matter the cost. I pulled the hammer back. "Oh, well since you put it that way."

"Hurry up!" I shouted. As soon as he finished I took my gun, and I hit him off side his head. I ran out of the office, down the hall towards the elevator. I saw Spider-Man there. I thought surely that I would be caught, but no, Spider-Man let me go. I mean he just let me by. I entered into the elevator, and told Spider-Man thanks. I made my way to the parking lot where the get away car was waiting. Iwo rolled down his window.

"Do you have the cash?" asked Iwo. I tossed him the gym bag which he opened. He looked very pleased. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson. Now I suggest you run."

"What? You mean to tell me, your going to kill me? After all I did for you?"

"No, I need a fall guy, and that's you. Don't worry, I'll break you out. But now, you run." At that time, the cops came in. I started to run but not until I shouted "Thanks for nothing".

I cut through an alley towards the public library. There I saw an old man and a car. I needed that car. A approached the car.

"Can I help you?" asked the old man.

"I need this car," I told him.

"Well, I need to pick up my nephew." At that moment, I pulled my gun.

"I don't think you understand me, I need this car." I pulled back the hammer.

"Wait a minute," the old man said. "I know you. You that Frank Johnson character who shot his family. I need to find a phone." He took off running, but I couldn't allow him to ratting me out to the cops. I didn't know what I was doing, my finger was acting on it's own. There was a loud blast coming from my gun, and the old man fell. I ran to him, he was breathing very shallow. I took the keys and ran to the car.

I drove towards Canada. I needed to leave the country. I was headed north for a it seems like an hour when I saw sirens behind me. They found me. I became even more desperate. I started to pick up speed when I heard a thud on the roof of the car. I saw a red hand. I shot a couple bullets towards the ceiling to try to shake him off. I was now driving at dangerous speeds now. It was that time when this guy landed the hood. It happened so fast. He shattered the windshield and I steered into a gate blocking an old abandoned warehouse.

I ran inside where I changed clips. I heard a window break behind me. I turned around and shot towards the ceiling. I heard someone land behind me. I turned around and he punched me in the stomach. I fell backwards and dropped me gun. This guy looked just like Spider-Man. I grabbed my pocket knife and slashed towards him when he kicked the knife out of my hands.

"Don't hurt me," I pleaded. "Give me a chance."

"What about my uncle, Ben Parker?" He asked as he pulled off his mask. "Did you give him a chance." He grabbed me by the shirt and held me against a window. I got a good look at his face. No it couldn't be. The coincidence was too great be true. But it was true. Peter Parker, the kid that had the accident in the University lab, was Spider-Man. He had a look of horror on his face when he let me down.

I grabbed my gun and backed up. All that time, I chuckled and said "See ya". I tripped over something and took a long fall towards the ground. I saw my life flashed before my eyes. I knew it was over. Kingpin won. I was dead. My name was Frank Johnson. I used to live. Not any more.