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Our story begins in Los Angeles. There's nightclubs, fancy restaurants and a lot of other places to have a good time, including the Santa Monica Boardwalk.

In the suburbs on Sunset Plaza Drive is a luxurious mansion with a nightclub in the basement

In a beautifully decorated room is a jacuzzi.

A young 18 year old Caucasian man is relaxing in the hot water. He climbs out of the jacuzzi, revealing his well built muscles and a red Fairy tattoo on his right pectoral. He stood 6'4" tall. His short blonde hair is very spiky, and his eyes are a handsome blue color. After an icy cold shower, he gets dressed into a solid black button up shirt, dark denim jeans with a brown belt, black leather boots, and a silver cross around his neck.

His name is Dante Hasselhoff. He loves working on cars, and practicing martial arts. Dante is a master of Jeet Kune Do, Karate, Krav Maga, Kickboxing, Taekwondo, and Wushu. He also likes to read and quote poetry, and one of his favorite poets is William Shakespeare. Dante heads inside and makes his way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. He is greeted by a muscular man in his early thirties with blue eyes dark brown hair, and sun-tanned skin. This was Dante's father, David Hasselhoff.

Alongside of David, was Dante's stepmother Victoria Justice who was extremely bossy and demanding to both of them.

The Hoff took notice of his son.

"Good morning Dante. You certainly look well rested today." He said.

Dante smiled.

"Thanks dad. Early morning soaks in the jacuzzi work great for calming my nerves. That habit hasn't failed me yet." He replied.

Victoria scowled at Dante.

"You, take out the trash. And get ready for school." She ordered.

Dante narrowed his eyes into a death glare.

"It's only 7:30 in the morning. And I already graduated from high school three months ago. And if you want my respect, you've gotta earn it. Because I do not bend for entitled narcissists like yourself, biotch." He said.

Victoria did not like the fact that Dante was standing up to her. In fact, she hates it when she doesn't get her way.

"You will do as you're told boy." She said.

"Va te faire foutre salope." Dante replied in his native language, which was French since he was born in Paris.

"What did you just say?" Victoria asked.

Dante smirked.

"That means: Fuck you bitch." He said.

David's eyes widened with shock. He'd never heard his son cuss before. However, he knew enough to be aware that Dante was clearly getting angry. And as far as David was concerned, anyone who agitates Dante is literally playing with fire because Dante possessed Pyrokinetic powers. What was worse is that the blue flames that Dante controls are made from pure radiation. Victoria suddenly glared at Dante.

"Nobody talks to me that way." She said angrily.

Victoria stormed up to Dante and tried to slap him. But Dante was too fast and he caught her hand in mere seconds before she could even touch him. Before Victoria could even say anything, Dante used his Pyrokinetic powers to remind her of who was in charge. David could only watch as the blue flames burned Victoria's hand badly.

"Did you just burn me?" She asked.

Dante nodded.

"Yes, I did. And by the way, my fire is made from pure radiation which constantly flows through my veins. I only burned your hand bad enough to render it useless for a few months. So you're lucky I'm letting you live." He said.

"I'll take care of the trash, Victoria. After that, I'll help you bandage up your hand." David said.

As soon as Victoria left, David looked at his son.

"You didn't have to burn her you know." He said.

"Yes. But I am sick and tired of her pushing me around. And I strongly suggest that Victoria takes that burn as a warning. Because I will not tolerate her nonsense anymore." Dante replied, as he stormed into the kitchen.

Dante fried up eggs and bacon, and whipped up a piping hot cup of coffee. After Victoria's hand was bandaged up, Dante and his father climbed into David's 1996 Corvette Grand Sport and drove to a local junkyard.

"You're never gonna call her mother, are you?" David asked.

Dante slowly turned his head like a Terminator, and glared at his father.

"No chance." He snarled, as he climbed out of David's car.

While David drove home, he felt sorry for his son. Ever since his mother went on tour, Dante has been cold and brooding. Victoria was only making Dante feel worse. Suddenly, a wide smile formed across David's face as an idea came to mind. He would make a few calls when he gets home.

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Meanwhile, Dante was walking around the junkyard to find parts for Victoria's car. He found a few old cars along the way. One of them was a 1969 Dodge Charger RT, next to a 1965 Ford Mustang Fastback. Eventually, Dante found some radiator caps, half of an exhaust pipe and a few other parts. Dante loaded these parts into a red wagon and made his way home. Before long, Dante put the parts in the garage and decided to head to Santa Monica beach to relax. He took note of his father talking on the telephone and could almost swear that he heard a familiar voice on the other end. It didn't take long for Dante to arrive at the beach. But just as he sat by the sea, a trio of girls came by.

"Hey, look who we have here girls. It's Mr. Handsome." The leader said, followed by the laughter of two other girls.

The leader was Madelyn, a 21 year old Italian girl with brown hair which stretched past her shoulders and blue eyes. She had a bust and seductive hourglass figure that a lot of women would die for. Veronica was a 19 year old Italian girl with blue eyes and long black hair. She had an hourglass figure, but not as seductive as Madelyn's. Lara was an 18 year old British girl with brown eyes and red hair that stretched to the center of her back. They all wore two-piece bikinis.

Dante stood up and glared at the girls. They have been following him around since elementary school. One thing that they all had in common was that they wanted to be his girlfriend, and oddly enough, Madelyn was more than willing to share him with her cronies.

"What do you want, Madelyn?" Dante asked angrily.

"Come on, don't be such a sour-puss. We're not sluts or anything like that. We're just interested." Madelyn answered.

Dante's glare did not ease up.

"You may be interested, but I'm not." He snarled, as he turned to leave.

Veronica and Lara grabbed Dante and restrained him.

"Let me go!" He demanded.

But Madelyn walked seductively in front of Dante and reached between her shoulder blades to remove the top half of her bikini.

"Come on, big boy. Spend a little time with us and let off some steam." She said seductively.

But Dante landed a kick to Madelyn's chin as he went into a backflip and broke free. As soon as he landed on his feet, Dante got into a stance and was ready to fight. Veronica and Lara tried to restrain Dante, but the young man was too quick for them. He launched a flurry of attacks with incredible speed. Within seconds, Veronica and Lara both lay in the sand, their bodies bruised and battered. Madelyn walked up to Dante, but he spun around on his left foot and launched his right leg into a Back Kick.

"Begone thot!" Dante yelled, as his right foot landed a direct hit on Madelyn's chest and bruised a few ribs.

The force of the impact sent Madelyn falling flat on her ass while Dante stormed off and went home. As soon as Dante got home, he went to the garage to work on Victoria's car. Victoria drove a 1985 Lamborghini Countach 5000QV.

Dante did some work under the car before sliding out from underneath it to work on the engine. But then Dante noticed that the parts that he found at the junkyard had been moved, and this enrages him.

"Are you serious?! I have had enough of this!" He screamed, as he slammed the hood shut and punched the driver's side window with enough force to break it.

"Pretty rough day, I suppose?"

Dante turned to see David standing in the doorway.

"Yes. Had a run in with Madelyn again. And now Victoria has hidden the parts I brought home. I am sick of this piece of junk." He answered.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be better tomorrow. Plus, tomorrow's your birthday." David replied.

Dante went inside to his room.

As Dante climbed into bed, he looked at a photograph of himself and both of his parents.

"I wish you were here mother." He said.

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The next morning, Dante woke up and took a cold shower like he usually does. He gets dressed into an AC/DC t-shirt, a pair of jeans, western boots, and a bullhide hat.

'Happy birthday to me.' Dante thought, as he walked downstairs.

David and Victoria noticed him.

"Good morning champ." David said.

"You certainly look handsome today." Victoria replied.

She brought over a birthday bag.

"Now hurry up and open your present. I've gotta get to work." Victoria said.

Dante was excited, until he pulled out the contents of the birthday bag: an ugly bicycle helmet with Barbie girl all over it.

"Ya have to wear that from now on. I don't care if there's no law to that. It's my law. Plus, look how cute it is." Victoria said.

Dante squeezed the helmet with a death grip and crushed it like a tin can.

"You wanna see cute? I'll show you cute." He said.

With blinding speed, Dante attacked Victoria with intense fury and rage. By the time Dante came to his senses, Victoria was lying on the ground with bad injuries. She had a few shattered ribs, a fractured skull, a gruesome bloody nose, and her left leg was badly broken.

"Who's the cute one now, biotch?" Dante asked angrily, as he went downstairs to the gym to take out his frustration on the punching bag.

David could only watch as Dante stormed out of the room. He'd never seen his own son quite so angry.

"Real smooth, Victoria." He said.

"What?" Victoria asked with feign innocence, as she struggled to stand before limping away.

David went downstairs to see that Dante was going all out on his punching bag. He wanted to help his son. Then a wide smile formed across his face.

He just needed to make a call.