Love's Creation (IzukuxMomo)

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Las Vegas, Nevada. A city that requires no introductions-

*BOOOM*

As introductions, can always wait for another time.

*BOOM*

"AHHHAHAHAHAHA!" Explosions rang like a chorus through the middle of a street as the screaming of pedestrians scattering for safety overpowered even that of the clustered booming, chunks of the street debris crumbling into pebbles and dust that sprayed from their large craters of origin. Lumbering down the street in slow and heavy steps was a man wearing a black and red bomb defusal suit with the gloves removed to expose his hands where trails of smoke billowed from the tips of his fingers. Over the thick metal plate of a solid black face mask was a mushroom cloud spray painted onto the surface in yellow and orange colors, the palms holding out in front of the body before clenching into tight fists.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Microbes, nothing but microbes underneath the granduer and power that is I, WASTELAAAAND!" The man cackled maniacally. "Now that that fool Deku is nowhere to be seen, my rightful empire is finally at it's point of ascension!"

"LVMPD! FREEZE!" Sprinting up from behind and halting ten yards away from the villain came three police officers, two with pistols with the last wielding a standard issue submachine gun, all three of their barrels pointed center mass into the villain's back. "FREEZE DON'T EVEN MOVE!"

"Petulant, APES!" With the tips of his left fingers slightly curling in Wasteland spun on his feet and swung the tips out behind him with a fiery glow emanating from within them. "BEGONE!"

Orbs of superheated energy were shot from the tips as they followed the trail of his fingers and detonated a series of explosions across the street in a curved pattern, debris and dust kicking into the air as the police officers were hurled backwards and sent flying away from the forces of impact. Dirty smoke of the broken blacktop of the street billowed from the newly formed craters as the so called Wasteland chuckled sinisterly at his new creations of destruction, a thirst for power starving him to the very depths of insanity. "Such a beautiful initiation to my upcoming empire of glory and fortune. Soon, all of this world will know what it feels to living within the realm of the WASTELAND."

"AYYYYY ay AY POR FAVOR PLEASE respect public sanitation and cleanliness eh?! You're getting dust and other bad stuff into the noses of little kids it's no bueno!"

Emerging over the blooms of smoke came the figure of a man with legs together and arms out to form the symbol of a cross before he tucked in and rolled forward into a front flip on the way down. Landing with feet spread shoulder width apart the man donned the attire of a hispanic Luchador with a powerful body, a full cover mask with forearm bracers being primarily with a purple/silver trim around the outlines. At the end of the bracers was a trim of dirty yellow colored fur similar to that of a lion's mane with the same fur stitched to the bottom of the man's mask that reached all the way down to the base of his neck where it swayed and breezed with the Vegas wind. From his landing position the man stood tall with hands arcing towards the sky above in a display of glory and pride.

"MIRAN, EL MARAVILLA MAYOR DEL MUNDO! UN ESPECIAL SOLO PARA TUS OJOS, EL RRRRRRRRREY DE LOS CIELOS!" The Luchador proclaimed. "(Look now, the greatest wonder of the world! A special for your eyes only, THE KING OF THE HEAVENS!)"

"Tch, King." Wasteland scoffed. "Always sticking your nose into matters larger than your purpose of existence."

"Pues (Well), I am a hero after all." Rey shrugged. "Obvio it's kinda my job after all. MIRA! I'm giving you a chance here no? Surrender and lay down your arms of destruction, lest you want to face the might that is El Rey!"