(("Loverboy" Vinnie Lane is settling in to his hotel room in Columbus, Ohio for the night. For once, he plans on having just a quiet evening alone to contemplate his upcoming matches against Johnathan Heartsford, Darren Dangerous and, eventually, Zoey Ryback. Loverboy walks into the center of the room to where he has left one of his overnight bags haphazardly on the floor, unzipped and spilling items of clothing across the carpet. Reaching in to the bag, Loverboy retrieves his sleeping clothes - a pair of loose fitting white boxers with big red hearts on them and an oversized Nazareth t-shirt. Loverboy does a quick smell check of the boxers before smiling and nodding his head.))

Loverboy: Sweet. These are barely dirty at all.

((Stepping toward the mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door, Loverboy pulls off his clothes, standing nude in his reflection other than the two gleaming championship belts on his waist which are, thankfully, obscuring the view of his undoubtedly magnificent penis from any potential witnesses. With a quick bicep flex and a slap to his own bare ass, Vinne Lane pulls on the boxers and t-shirt and then heads for the bed. A quick jump into the air later and Loverboy lands in perfect position to sleep for the evening with his two precious titles hugging him close. After letting his majestic blond hair cascade across the pillow for a moment, Loverboy looks to the bedside table where he has left a few of his favorite comic books to read on the road. Likiing what he sees, Loverboy grabs one and nispects the cover.))




((Opening the book, Loverboy is happily reading away for a few minutes before his eyelids start to droop. Soon, he's passed out on the bed with the vintage comic book fluttering its pages over his deeply snoring mouth.))

Loverboy dreams.

Loverboy dreams that he is on a stage in front of thousands of fans with his band, Casanova. The sea of fans seems endless and simply disappears under faraway darkness hundreds of rows into the distance.

The entire crowd is chanting Loverboy's name.

Loverboy

Loverboy

Loverboy

With a huge grin on his face, Loverboy looks from side to side seeing the faces of his best friends Donny and Alex as they shrugs and smile back at him. As Donny counts the beat down with his drumsticks, Loverboy waits for the proper moment and then runs his fingers across the strings of his gorgeous Fender guitar. The screaming sound of his music makes the women in the crowd wail with passion and desire. The throb of the packed audience is swelling to proportions Vinnie Lane has never witnessed.

Leaning forward as he continues to play, Loverboy's mouth gets close to the microphone and he spreads his lips open to sing.

WELLLLLLLLL

The seismic wave of Loverboy's voice lays waste to the crowd in front of him.

To his shocked horror, the members of the crowd are flung backwards, some against walls, some to the floor. A woman in the front row has the skin rended right from her bones as she raised her arms over her head to sing along with her idol, "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane.

WAIT, WHAT'S HAPPENING?

Another pulse of sonic wave ripples forth from Loverboy's throat and scatters the remnants of the crowd. Many people are thrown off of their feet and into one another. So many innocent people are left lying on the floor of the concert hall as the screens of their cameras and cell phones explode under the pressure or an auditory storm.

NOOOOOO!!!!

And the survivors are buried beneath the rubble of a collapsing roof.


((Loverboy wakes up in a cold sweat, sitting up with a deep breathing start and knocking the comic book to the hotel room floor. Looking down at the twin title belts around his waist for a second, Loverboy looks around him in silent horror as his breathing eventually slows and allows him to lay back down for what would prove to be a sleepless night in Ohio.))