Knock knock
Mentor: coming…
Opens door
Mentor: Yo… what you doing here so early?
Teen Storm: Just thought I'd roll through. Don't wanna be late and catch Ls again.
Mentor: Good, good. Early's basically on time. Meet my boy Wade — he's a mentor too. You're gonna fight him, see where you at.
Camera pans to Wade — tall, muscular, looks like he wrestled a boulder before breakfast.
Teen Storm (side-eye): Uh… you tryna kill me or nah?
Mentor: Chill. He'll go easy. Earth wielder. Now go change. Meet me outside.
Mentor whispers to Wade.
Mentor: You heard me… stomp him.
Wade (deep, calm menace): With pleasure.
Cut to backyard.
Mentor: Alright, clean fight. No murder.
Mentor: Lady and… stickboy, take your stance.
Teen Storm: StickMAN, bro… come on.
Wade: I'm not a lady.
Mentor: FIGHT!
Wade stands like doom incarnate. Storm grins.
Teen Storm (thinking): Alright… if he hits me once, I'm toast. Only way — go FAST.
Storm launches. He reaches Wade — and BAM! Wade disappears. Storm reappears behind him, slams him like a sack of bricks. Wade flies straight into an abandoned house.
Mentor: Yo… what the actual fuck?
Teen Storm: Phantom Dash. Textbook. Might wanna take notes.
Heavy footsteps. Wade storms out, looking like he's about to murder everyone in a radius. Storm zig-zags, landing blows left and right — Wade back in the house again.
Mentor: Okay… now I'm scared.
Teen Storm: Delayed Punches.
Mentor: Explain.
Teen Storm: Hit left, teleport right — before reality catches up, I'm already hitting again.
Wade shoots spikes. Storm zig-zags, dodging like a glitch in the Matrix. Rocks come flying — Storm channels energy into a pulse, slides under the biggest one, leaving everyone thinking the light IS him.
Wade (confused): Wait… what the—
Teen Storm: Over here, dumbass!
Storm lands countless hits. Lightning trails wreck everything behind him.
Mentor: No… way… this kid gon'—
Wade gets pissed, lands a hit so hard Storm spits blood and flies into a tree that crashes into the neighbor's yard.
Neighbor: Yo! Stop murdering my trees!
Boulders fly. Wade comes in hot. Storm's cornered. Mentor, feeling guilty from yesterday's bonding, dashes in and saves him.
Wade: Bro… what the fuck?!
Mentor: My bad… couldn't let him die like that.
Storm gets hit by a stray boulder, flying straight into Wade. Wade punches — it's a double threat. Storm's weak, gets launched miles away. Thud echoes like a drum of doom.
Wade: Nobody survives that… I'm done—
Thunder cracks. Lightning explodes where Storm landed. A cold wind flashes past the Mentor — something moves too fast to see. Storm rises — teen-sized, crackling with lightning, whole body glowing, hiding him completely.
Mentor: No way…
Storm punches Wade faster than the human eye can process. Hits him 100 times in three seconds midair. Backheels him into the dirt, making a crater. Storm charges his fist — paralyzing punch.
Teen Storm: GODLIKE SPEED!
Lightning streaks from the sky. Strike hits Wade. Paralysis, not death.
Teen Storm (menacing grin): I win.
Mentor (clapping, slack-jawed): You went from a 2 to a 7 in a blink, kid… what the fuck.
Phone rings.
Mentor: Hello?
Mysterious Man: Did it work?
Mentor: Nah… he took out one of your old cronies.
Mysterious Man: I need him dead. NOW.
Mentor: Got a plan. Universal tournament. Bring your strongest. Let Storm get tested, let us stay clean.
Mysterious Man: Smart. But know him. Every move. We can't beat what we don't understand.
Mysterious Man hangs up.
Mentor: Son of a bitch…
Transition to Mysterious Man.
Mysterious Man: Get Wade. Bring him back to HQ. Time to say hi to an old friend.
Mysterious Man's man: Yes, sir.
Fade to black.