Beautiful day in the City of Stars.

The city of Cali once again was a bsutling metropolis of people, animals, and birds. Not to Mention the higher class like Movie stars, tv celebrities, and of course the Champ of the World Wide Wrestling Federation. Not that he came there for money and fame though it wasn't hard to come by in this city of all places. The burning sun above told the man it was only Noon and he was glad of his simple white T-shirt and grey shorts, it made things less hot and more breathable. The large six foot four man of muscle walked the streets while constantly being stpped for Autographs and pictures. Gladly he signed and smiled at every photo for his fans even though he was retired from the Wrestling world. Now he was simply trying to decide where his life would take him now. The discovery of his powers and the death of his wife and child had left him in a world of gray with no clear path in sight. Maul or Jason knew he would have to make a decision soon about where his life would take him but for now it was easier to just walk around and think.

His power appearing from nowhere was a major thought on his mind, he always knew he could take a little more damage, dish out a little more punishment, get up a little bit more than others but he always thought it was his will and pride. Accurate but it wasn't the only thing keeping him going. His dorman power which he drew on in those hard times kept him on his feet and his opponents on the ground. The day continued to shift from noon to one and the Champ continued his walk. The loss of his wife and child were the second on his mind, the murder of two people and the two people responsible. He had no names, no faces, not even a description. Super powered and strong, not a lot of help when the world was filled with supers and Supers like Pain who was reknown in his neighborhood of hells kitchen. He knew he wasn't on that level yet, his background as a wrestler would come in handy but in the end it wouldn't be enough. He knew he had to become better, stronger, and to a point where he could take punishment and grin.

But that world wasn't ready yet, that world where he was counted as the best was a long way away. It would be a long difficult trial full of wins and losses, up's and downs. But for now he knew who he was, he was the Champ: Maul the Savage. He smiled as he remembered the day he got the name. A bully at school pushing a girl and Jason had jumped in. They say he Mauled the gjuy and fought like a savage and since then he had been known as "Maul the Savage" Later "Champ" Was added to his titles after winning the Championship in under three months. His life had been perfect, a wife and a kid, a home, a career he loved. And most of all a family he loved deeply. But it was taken from him on that day...that day when he died. That day when he saw what he could be and out of sheer willpower forced himself back and escaped. Those weeks of hunting for his wife and child only to find them in the Morgue...gone from his grasp forever and a rage inside that told him had he just accepted what had happened he would be with them now. But he knew it wasn't the same, it wasn't meant to be like that. This world the police had no power, they had no strength. He had both and with it he would find the people responsible for it even if he had to search for the rest of his life.

The day shifted again and one became three, the sun beat down but it didn't bother the Champ's tan skin which really brought out the sharpness in his eyes, Maul sat down on a bench looking out at the sea, breathing deep he could smell the sweet air of the ocean and the taste of salt on his tongue. California was a beautiful city but one that didn't respect the law much. Not that he had come here seeking to make it a utopia but the city needed a protector. He thought of New York but that turf was already taken, here though...here he could become the guardian of the city. It would take work and lot's of it. But in the end he knew he was capable of doing it. All the hurt that was going to come along with it because he knew he wouldn't be facing simple people, he be facing power houses and speedsters and master martial artist. Those people gifted to be the fists of god who turned there backs on the people and sought only personal gain. Those he could do something about and maybe....just maybe he could find the two people responsible for his new life. yes...it was a beautiful day in the City of Stars.

Sim walked down the hot sidewalk in her adopted city, whistling a tune to herself. Even in LA, she managed to stand out a bit. She wore a navy bodysuit under her purple jacket and leggings, and her hands were covered by gloves even in the heat. Her eyes were covered by sunglasses, and her most unusual visible feature, her light blue hair, fell down past her waste and her trimmed bangs went straight across to frame her dark sunglasses. She was short and slender, and looked to be about 14, maybe 15. Even so, she didn't stand out that much. Most people would just assume she's a little girl making a fashion statement.

Behind her a woman who'd become too well acquainted with a tanning bed screamed as a man snatched her overpriced purse and ran. "Somebody help, he took my purse!" Sim slowly turned around as the man ran straight towards her. "Get out of the way freak!" he exclaimed as he made to forcefully change Sim's position on the sidewalk. Sim responded with a one-inch punch that sent the man briefly airborne before become sprawled out and dazed on the sidewalk. Sim casually walked over and retrieved the woman's purse, wiping off some dirt with her left gloved hand, and handed it back to the distressed woman. "There you are ma'm, sorry for the trouble." She then looked around and spoke aloud. "Someone phone the police so they can get this trash off my sidewalk." She punctuated her sentence by placing a foot on the would-be purse snatchers chest to make sure he wasn't going anywhere else today.

Maul turned his head at the sound of a scream but it was over before he could move, a young looking kid had put the guy on his back with a simple strike. Maul smirked as he looked at the kid with her foot on the snatchers chest and the thief laying there out cold. Guy should have known better than to underestimate anyone in this world. The sound of sirens in the distance told him the man would be going to jail soon, a purse snatcher behind bars would be out in a matter of months for such a petty crime yet it was the petty criminals that came out the hardest in prison. Now the man would learn how to be brutal and hartless when he was just some idiot snatcher. Maul sighed and stood up shaking his head, sometimes little fish had to let swim so they didn't become sharks later.

Maul walked over to the pair and looked down at the girl and thug. "Pardon me, but a quick word please?" Maul didn't expect the girl to recognize him as a pro wrestler, girl didn't even look like she watched wrestling but something in the way she stood told him she was a fighter. His eyes flicked down to the purse snatcher on the ground. "I know it seems petty but you should let him go, if he goes to jail he will just come out worse. And he didn't get away with anything valuable, most likely this taught him a lesson. It's better to let him run then worry about him as a murderer or a psychopath when he comes out." As he spoke Maul leaned against the wall of a building and folded his arms. He wasn't going for intimdating it was just a more comfortable position.

However he did crack a smile at the young girl. "But that was a nice strike kid, shows you know what your doing. Guy never saw it coming and I almost missed it myself. It was a neat manuever but wasted on a scum like this. A Hells Clothesline would have been quicker and more fun." A gasp in the crowd told him he been recognized and a whisper than a chant of "Champ" came from the crowd. Maul chcukled and waved a hand while still staring at the girl. "You hungry? Know a resturant down the street that serves excellent burgers. You should have a reward for a good service and nothing says appreciation like food." Maul could hear the cops getting closer and his eyes hardened a bit as he watched the kid.

He reached a hand down grabbing the thug and yanked him to his feet like he was lifting a chip out of a bag. A quick shake brought the man to his senses and eye level with the girl who just kicked his ass. "Now mate, heres the deal. I want to let you go so you don't become worse, but this young lady caught you so it's her choice. So Kiddo...what's it gonna be, does he go or does he serve time in jail and become a real problem in the future?" Maul wouldn't go against the kids choice it was after all her collar. He did however hope she would make the right choice. But it wasn't his job to tell someone what to think and feel. "So...you ready to decide? Those cops are getting really close."

"I willl defer to the native's decision." Sim said casually. To someone who came from a world where crime was almost unheard of, even a purse snatcher seemed like scum but Sim knew better than to apply her own perspective to everything in this world. "You do not seem to have much faith in your own justice system." Sim remarked to the large man. "But I will gladly except your generous offer sir."

Sim walked with the noticeably larger man down the sidewalk. She had a feeling they had different attitudes about fighting, since fun isn't a word she would use to describe having to use her skills against others. Still though, she enjoyed speaking with anyone who took fighting the proper way, as an art of the body and mind. It seemed the amount of violence in this world tainted the martial arts. Sim never imagined in her earliest years that she'd have to use what she was learning on a practical level so very often. "I am afraid I'm not familiar with a..hell's clothesline. Perhaps we can spar sometime and you can show me your style. I would go easy of course." She flashed a closed-mouth smile at the man. "I am called Sim by the way, may I ask your name sir?"

Maul walked next to the young girl as the purse snatcher ran the opposite way. His eyes drpped to the kid where he grinned. "Hells Clothesline is a wrestling move, not very practical unless you got the strength behind it to do the damage. And name is Maul." The burger joint came into sight and he pened the door for the kid and sat down while ordering a Soda and a Kings burger. His mind went over the womans words followed by a nod. "Sadly our justice system makes matters worse. Corrupt officials, psychotic guards, hell holes for petty crimes. Our system makes them worse not better, he was a purse snatcher. In prison he will have to learn how to kill to make his own rep. Once he does...it's all he knows how to do." Maul leaned back while looking out the window.

His hand reached into his pocket pulling out a joint and lit it up. "They outlaw stupid stuff and cling to the comfortable. That's why people like us are needed, we do the jobs they don't want to. We get to make the decisons and when it goes south we can handle being hated." Maul took a long drag before blowing out two rings and smiled. "Nothing like natural grown to clear the lungs. Had one before every match and it kept me sharp....better than spinach. Ol popeye had thil stuff he would have bopped bluto to the next universe." Maul chuckled taking another smoke. "So what's your story kid?"