Round 3: Los Angeles
Doctor Doom (1) vs Loki (5):
“Loki… Somehow, I should have known it’d all go through you.”
“Me? Whatever makes you think that this could possibly be my doing? When have ever tried to… okay, never mind. But still, this is no trick of mine.”
“Whether I believe you or not is inconsequential to your inevitable downfall, here, before Doom.”
“Oh, of course, of course. Doom the godkiller, Doom the Lord of Latveria, Doom the inevitable, Doom to booooring. The kids these days want a little pizazz, a little sparkle, I little pagentry.”
“If it’s theater you crave Loki, I’m afraid you’ll be sorely disappointed, your audience before Doom this moment is all the spectacle you’ll granted. I’ve dealt with you before, I know your tricks.”
“All my tricks? Well, I think that would make me a sore god of trickery, now wouldn’t it? How could be a god of them if I’ve already used them up, hmm? You see Doom, that’s the things about tricks, you never get to know them all…”
“PUFWOOSH!” Loki whisps away in a puff of smoke.
“Clever Loki, but I know if you simply retreat, you’ll lose the contest, and if you’re still around…”
Doom peers around the room, brightly lit, hardwood floors, regal red curtains behind them, rows and rows of empty wooden seats in front of them. He catches just a glimpse of Loki’s energy signature and fires off in its direction. “ZWAP!” Loki reappears, not a few feet from his starting locale, staring sheepishly at Doom and tilts and head and pouts,
“Caught me, what to do now?”
He gestures out with his hands and green smoke billows from his fingertips. The sensors in Doom’s armor start to fail him, sparking, and go black.
“If you truly believe that I’d be unprepared for you mystic attacks, you’re even more short sighted than accredited.”
Doom’s armor chirps up,
“System reboot complete”
“Now, what do you have for me?”
As if on demand, Loki is covered in a swirl of red energy, a hard cackle is heard through the mist.
“Hahahahaha, Loki, Loki, Loki… as if Loki were the only Prince of Lies!”
Standing before Doom, transformed from the bent over Asgardian to a twenty foot tall devil. Doom winces in his armor,
“Tis I, Lord of the underworld, and I do believe that I have something you want very, very much…”
The visage of Doom’s long dead mother materializes right in front of him. Victor Von Doom reaches out a gauntlet to the realization the very soul of his mother is just out of reach. Mephisto jides,
“It can finally be over you know, no more you and me, me and you, simply concede the victory, and I’ll release any I have on here.”
Doom hears the words, and he knows they’re pointed,
“I see… very clever, but a mistake you’ll pay for dearly. You’ll release any hold, because YOU have none… Loki.”
The words ooze with malcontent,
“This aberration will haunt you til the end of your days, s commands Doom.”
The towering monster twirls back down to reveal the visage of Loki once more. He’s faced this foe, and he knows that was possibly his only chance,
“Uh oh, worth a shot though?”
“A shot indeed.”
Doom tunes one or two adjustments on his gauntlets and they glow with blue energy. Doom saunters up to Loki and grasps him around the throat. Loki struggles and pulls but cannot escape. The soft glow illuminates Doom’s faceplate as Loki is taken from the battle.
Winner: DOCTOR DOOM
Sinestro (3) vs Doomsday (2):
Sinestro and Doomsday appear in the middle of a baseball stadium. Blue seats circling the dirt and grass. Sinestro hovering over the pitcher’s mound, Doomsday plopped in the middle of center field. Sinestro looks out and realizes and shouts to his foe,
“Another monster, well, that IS becoming my specialty!”
He fashions a large yellow crossbow and begins firing huge bolts at the beast. Doomsday stomps directly toward them, backhanding them away, punching them head on, and absorbing the ones that get through. Sinestro changes the pace slightly and fashions a yellow flame at the tip of each arrowed contruct. The yellow missiles explode on contact. The splash damage slows Doomsday’s approach, but just barely. The attacks are very clearly wearing on him though, or annoying him, Sinestro thinks, as the creature has hastened his advance.
As he passes second, he pulls up the base and hurls it towards the yellow figure attacking him. Sinestro retracts his bow and forms up jagged yellow armor and a shield, the shield to block the base. A large yellow sword materializes in his other hand just as Doomsday’s approach is concluded. He lashes out at the bony jagged chest of the mammoth reaching out for him, and gives a little ground with each strike, to keep out of reach.
“What is it you fear creature? Oh yes, I know…”
Sinestro whips up high, the medieval gear dissipates and a man leaks from the yellow like. A tall, in a moment his form become more coherent, a construct of Superman. Doomsday loses his mind and attacks the hard light. He bashes, thrashes, and smashes. The “Superman” tries to give as good as he can get, but Doomsday fear isn’t a weakness, it’s his strength, he doesn’t shy away from it. The construct breaks, shatters into a million tiny pieces. Sinestro screams out as his the effort put into the creation backfires through it’s defeat. Doomsday looks up, and in the moment Sinestro’s broken concentration, leaps into the air and grabs the Korugarian, tackling him to the ground. Doomsday being to pummel his taken foe. Sinestro’s aura of protection can only hold for so ling before it to breaks, and he’s left with no defense. In a last ditch effort, he fashions a jack between the two, and cranks himself away. Weakened already, it it too cracks and breaks under Doomsday’s attacks. Sinestro is left laying, out of power, and out of luck as Doomsday gets to him.
Round 3: Gotham City
Round 3: New York City
Darkseid (1) vs Overlord (12):
Overlord’s Chromed sheen sparkles in the moonlight of the field of corn, as he hovers, looking down, on the Alien standing as tall as the stalks. A soft glow emanating from his eyes, Darkseid’s stoic demeanor reveals little of his character. Overlord barks down,
“I’ve done this a couple a times now, you aren’t the first big guy I’ve taken down.”
Darkseid turns his gaze, ever so slightly towards the hovering suit of armor. Not wasting a word on someone who clearly knows nothing that would interest the Lord of Apocalypse, he slips out his devastating Omega Beams. Overlord doesn’t even attempt to evade them, not understanding their nature, or what they do, how they work, he believes the armor will protect him. He’s very, very wrong.
Kid Miracleman (3) vs Mandarin (10):
The swirling wind is seen in the flurry of light snowfall dancing through the air. The white desert of ice and snow stretches out to barren, gray treeline. The rolling green cloak of the Mandarin ripples in the breeze as he inspects his fingers, each carrying one of his trademark rings. He looks around himself, feels out with his chi and notices that he once again sits in perfect health. This is him at his best. Between each competition, he is perfectly restored to his best self. The moment of refreshment is cut short by a spandex clad Englishman whose eyes are buzzing with energy. Kid Miracleman looks down and decries his opponent,
“You must think yourself pretty important, pretty rich, pretty powerful.”
he lands softly, and continues,
“ Your fancy robe, your fancy rings…”
The Mandarin smiles to himself,
“My fancy rings indeed.”
He focuses outward and uses the Ice Blast ring, encapsulating his foe.
“My fancy rings indeed.”
Not one to underestimate, the Mandarin follows up with the Electro-Blast Ring.
Kid Miracleman shakes off the ice and gets hit square with the electricity,
“Tickles, now it’s my turn!”
He swoops in to grab the Mandarin, as he moves in the Mandarin uses the Matter-Rearranger to put of a thick barrier between him and the flying man. KM punches straight through to find nothing but darkness. The Black Light retracts as Mandarin unleashes the Impact-Beam. The shot lands harder than Kid Miracleman would have expected. Slightly surprised, he dashes out. With a smile on his twisted face, he’s pummeling the Mandarin into the frozen earth. The Mandarin spritzes out, for just a moment. Kid Miracleman pulls back and uses his Atomic Knowledge to see through the trick, the Mandarin is using the Mento-Intensifier ring, Kid Miraclman is unimpressed,
“Perhaps a weaker opponent may have fallen for it!”
He charges toward the ring bearer, he retorts quickly,
“You’re fast, you’re strong, you’re powerful, but you don’t know what what you’re doing, not like I do!”
He fires his Disintegration Beam directly into the charging foe. The Mandarin smiles with glee as he witness Kid Miracleman’s complete atomic dispersal. He waits for the euphoria of victory, to be carried away from this battlefield to the next, when he sees the hazy mist of what he had thought was once his opponent has either maintained or reasserted its physical form, though clearly weakened. The Mandarian shoots off a Cylone-Beam to further discombobulate the fallen, and an Impact-Beam. Kid Miracleman shrugs off the attack, squints his eyes, purses his lips, and streaks towards the Mandarin. The Matter-Rearranger once again puts up a barrier, but this time, Kid Miracleman has taken no chances, he flies faster than the toughts of the Mandarin, and straight through him. Shocked at his loss, the Mandarin closes his eyes and falls.
Winner: KID MIRACLEMAN
Round 3: Metropolis
Thanos (1) vs Apocalypse (5):
The two rulers size one another up. Within once another’s weight class they both set themselves to fight. Apocalypse sets himself the combat in typical fashion,
“I am Lord Apocalypse, I…”
His speech is cut abruptly short but a sudden energy blast from Thanos.
“I don’t care who you are, you talk too much for someone that doesn’t matter.”
Apocalypse gets up and fires a blast back. Thanos powers up his hand with more cosmic energy and swats the attack away, he then dispenses the energy out and back towards Apocalypse. The shot hits a morphed shield, but forces the mutant to stagger back. Thanos pushes through the divide and punches straight into the shield, felling his gray faced opponent. He puts a boot to his chest and fires another blast down. Apocalypse shrinks down and slithers out from under Thanos, he scurries up and grows to twice the size of the Mad Titan, punching down to crush Thanos. Thanos bears the gargantuan fist on his back and stops the blow from doing damage. He pushes up with his legs and slips out from under the fist.
“Your height minds not matter to me, don’t expect parlor tricks to work on Thanos!”
Apocalypse fires a few energy blasts, in ratio to his increased size, the energy engrosses Thanos, who puts up his arms to help sheild himself from the attack, The shot diverts around them Thanos is left standing. Past annoyed, now angered, and growing enraged, Apocalypse screams out,
“I posses the gifts of the Celestials, I am power, I am eternal, I am…
Another blast cuts his declaration short.
“Celestials? Externals? Man, Mutant, god? It matters not, I’ve delivered them all to Death.”
With a wide grin Thanos frees a torrent of energies, all but vaporizing their target.
Deathstroke (6) vs Black Adam (2)
A gray and desolate ball of mud, some thatched roof huts off in the distance host two of the most dangerous men they will ever see.
“Deathstroke! What a pleasant surprise!”
Deathstroke sees the ruler of Kahndaq and rolls his eye. He groans half to himself, half to his opponent,
“Had to be Black Adam…”
With that he pulls out his shotgun and and starts pumping in a few of the shells off the bandoleer on his chest, With a “clack” the pulls up the barrel and fires explosive shells at Black Adam. Teth Adam, takes the brunt of the attacks, and cries out as each missile erupts around him. He swoops down to grab Deathstroke, but Deathstroke is prepared for his speed, he knows that Black Adam is fast, like, scary fast. He already has his sword drawn, it’s razor-sharp edge, not enough to cut through the enchantments of SHAZAM, but enough to irritate him, and fend off a punch or two. With each strike out, Deatstroke is giving ground, despite parrying Black Adam’s best blows. Deathstroke gets a small opening and takes the offensive plunging the sword deep in Adam’s chest. The tip of the carbon-steel blade nicks the surface, gets just past the golden lighting bolt, and bends faintly as it pushes through the titanic skin of Black Adam. Almost amused, Black Adam calls out,
Lighting erupts from the sky to strike his chest but gets immediately intercepted by Deathstroke’s weaponry. The bolt shatters the sword and sends Deathstroke flying back.
“Ow… I’ll admit it, that one hurt…” Deathstroke staggers to feet as a streak of black flies towards him. He reaches down to a small concealed recording device, pulls it out of a pocket, and press a button. The machine whispers out,
Another bolt of lighting thunders down and hits the advancing ruler. Black Adam no more, Teth Adam lay on the ground, old, weak, and vulnerable. Deathstroke immediately pounces on the feeble man and covers his mouth.
“Sorry it has to end like this, but in the end, there was no other way.”
Deathstroke pulls out his quarterstaff and begins to choke the old man that was once Black Adam. In his final moment of panic, he sees glistening in the mud Deathstroke’s recorder. He’s able to focus in just enough to reach out, fumbling with the device as he fight for oxygen. Deathstroke noticing the difference between a flailing limb and purposed reach just a moment too late. The tiny device eeks out…
The lighting races towards its owner, once again hitting the wrong target, but once again sending Deathstroke flying back. Free of his destroyer, gasping desperate for breath the old man purses out,
“Sha… sha.. *cough* wheeze… sh…”
He falls to his knees, unable to speak. Deathstroke, again on his feet, staggered, pulls out his machine gun and starts to spray bullets. Three hit Teth Adam in the chest and legs. He buckles over, blood pouring from his mouth, fists clench. The recorder drops from his hand and lands on a rock, it pushes out once more time…
The clouds rumble, not quite sure what to do. In his final moment, Teth Adam lay on his back, watching the clouds form. He closes his eyes, and just as his thousands of years of life are extinguished, he hears the familiar rumble turn to roar. A bolt of lighting cracks through the sky and lands square on his chest.
Black Adam rises, and brushes the mud off. Deathstroke, now out of bullets in his clip, reaches into his ammo pouch and pulls out his armor-piercing rounds. Black Adam, wasting not a moment, charges in, grabs the gun, and crushes it in his mighty hands. He grabs Deathstroke and pulls him in.
“You’re gonna pay for that one…”
And he does…
Winner: BLACK ADAM