Well hurrow there. This is only my second fanfiction, so don't be quick to b*tch, kay? I'm a huge GH fan and I finally decided to get over my writers block. I'm actually writing this before Warriors of Rock is out, so the whole storyline is like 5% actual stuff and 95% stuff from my head. I also decided to put in some old characters and stuff, so it's kinda just a big mash–up. Hope you like it.

P.S. Virtual round of drinks on me if you review

Matty Cannz woke suddenly to the buzzing of his phone. Half asleep, he groped around the side table for it, subsequently knocking it off. He growled and got down on the floor to find it, his eyes adjusting to the dark hotel room. After checking under 3 chip bags and nearly cutting himself on a broken beer bottle, he finally made out the flashing screen. He picked it up, but checked the clock before answering it. 3:13 AM.

"Ello?" He said, rubbing his eyes.

A familiar voice responded. "MATTY, its Johnny."

"JOHNNY NAPLAM, IT'S THREE IN THE BLOODY MORNING." Matty yelled into the cell, with half a mind to throw it out a window.

"Is Uncle Riki up?" Johnny asked. "I need to talk to him."

"Oh no he bloody well isn't up at 3 AM. We're on a world f*&#ing tour mate."

"Mkay, I'll call him later." Johnny said.

"So you woke me up, just to see if Lee was up?" Matty growled.

"Yep," Johnny replied "Cause' I know you love me, right?"

Matty Cannz roared and crushed the phone with his bare hands, leaving Johnny to the familiar "BEEP" that meant 'line dead'. Johnny sighed and fell back onto his bed. He was currently in a hotel in LA. He really hated getting on Matty's bad side, as he was a fellow 'destroy everything' kinda guy, but he needed to talk to Riki Lee. Riki had given Johnny vocal lessons, and had become his mentor and best friend. Uncle Riki was the man to call if Johnny needed something. Johnny had a bad feeling that something was wrong, and it wasn't from the hangover he had from last night.

xXx

"Er, Mr. Lee? You're on in ten." The manager announced.

Riki Lee sat in front of a mirror, giving one last brushing to his hair.

"How's it lookin' Marty?" He asked, giving it a flip.

"It looks fine sir." Marty's phone (Which was Riki's, more or less) started ringing.

"It's for you sir." Marty said, hanging the cell over to Riki.

"Wazzup?"

"Uncle Riki? It's Johnny."

"Johnny boy!" Riki exclaimed. "How ya' doin'? I'm on in a few, so you better talk fast!"

"You're a Guitar Hero, do you ever get a feeling like something's wrong about punk or anything before you go kick a$#?"

Riki considered for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, the few times we've taken down Lou, ya' kinda know before you get the call. Why? Ya' feeling it?" Marty started waving at Riki, telling him to hurry up.

"But what do I do? I mean-"

"Johnny man, I gotta go! I'll put you on with Marty; he'll hook you up with some serious numbers!" Riki yelled. He threw the phone to Marty and ran out on stage.

After getting some numbers, Johnny paced around his hotel room, wondering whether to call any of them or not.

xXx

In a whole other realm, the Demigod of Rock dived out of the way of one of the Beast's fists just in time. He was quick to dodge them, and carefully choosing his moves. He was already in a bad position, backed against a cliff. He played a lighting fast riff and shot a bolt of fire at the Beast, but that only seemed to make it angrier. Knowing he was trapped, he gave it one last try and rushed the Beast, slamming his guitar into its metal chest. The Beast grabbed the Demigod and flung him at the cursed statue, overlooking a pit of lava. He embraced himself for death, but when he didn't feel anything, he opened his eyes once more. But as he held his hands up to make sure they weren't bleeding, he watched as they turned into solid rock. Unable to move his feet, he stood and watched as the Beast ripped the legendary Guitar from his chest and flung it into the horizon. It roared in triumph.

"NO!" The Demigod yelled as the edges of his face began to crack over. "SOULESS MACHINE!" He roared. "This is not the last of me! The Warriors will come for you!" And with his last breath, he yelled so that it echoed across the cliffs. "I SO SWEAR IT!"

In a small hotel room in LA, Johnny Napalm fell to his knees in pain. He let out a yell of anger and heard a voice whisper in the back of his head, "Come to me Johnny."