The four remaining villains all materialize, simultaneously, standing shoulder to shoulder. The room is large and plain. Chrome girders support a large, impossible tall ceiling with white metallic walls. There is a flat, constant light from an indeterminate source. There are no doors or windows, and stranger still, no sound.
Each villain sees their own different variation on a common theme, knowing they are only one step from ultimate victory. Each looks up and down their enemies and two disappear from the scene.
Round 5: Final Four 4/5/15
Lex Luthor vs Doctor Doom
Lex Luthor and Darkseid find one another left all alone, where the other two went is unimportant, they’re both too smart to think that this scenario ends any way besides a fight. Ever the diplomats, their stubborn belief in their own civility forces the two to begin the bout as gentlemen. Doom stands tall, cloak fallen in the stale air.
“Greetings foe, I am Victor Von Doom, and I have no intentions of failure today. Know this if nothing else, when there are no other certainties in life, there is always Doom.”
Lex Luthor shakes his head softly, lets out a soft sigh, smirks, and replies,
“And I’m Lex, Lex Luthor. No one intends to lose, trust me, I know. But as… Super… as you may think you are, I assure you, I’ve faced steelier threats.”
He extends a right hand, which Doom politely shakes.
“Perhaps we don’t have to fight at all, perhaps there’s another way to settle this confrontation?”
“Perhaps your fear of Doom couldn’t be more transparent. I’ll give you the courtesy of 10 paces.”
“Ten paces it is.”
The two stand back to back and walk away in tandem, on the tenth pace, they each turn and stare one another down. Neither particularly willing to tip their hand and each is fully confident of their own defenses. Eventually it is Doom who fires the first shot, a simple plasma bolt, through the gauntlet, aimed at his mechanized opponent. Lex Luthor reacts far more quickly than Doom would have expected, given the clunky interface of Lex Luthor’s armor. A blast almost identical in magnitude strikes mid air. The collision of energy burns bright and smokes into nothingness. Again, a soft standstill as the two try to reveal nothing. This time, it is Luthor who attempts a similar attack. Having gauged the intensity of the previous outburst, he amps his shot up and fires it off at Doom. In mirror fashion, Doom blasts Luthor’s beam out of the sky. It appears he’s made adjustments as well. Observing the medieval nature of Doom’s facade, Luthor takes to the sky. He hovers at first and then tears upward. Doom laughs, and takes off after him, directly behind. For the first moment, one of the two is slight surprised, though surprising Luthor rarely inhibits his ability to adapt tactics. Doom, given the underside of an opponent, fires shots. They hit and ricochet off their target, each causing minimal damage, but damage, the metaphorical “first blood”. Luthor looks back and cries out,
“Fancy armor you have there!”
Doom’s retort is simple and elegeant,
“I could say the same for you, though yours appears to have begun showing some wear.”
Doom rockets up and grabs his foe’s ankle. He turns the two abruptly and throws Lex, firing more bolts of plasma into his back. Lex Luthor turns it around as quickly as possible and returns the volley. The two blast back and forth, dancing through the air, each strike dinging the other just enough to make it seem worthwhile. They both land and Luthor decries,
“Too late to settle this some other way?”
“My very thoughts indeed.”
Doom marches up to Lex Luthor and punches him square in the face. Clear plating around his head cracks. Surprised yet again, Lex Luthor lashes out in kind, throwing a robust right jab. The strike lands in Doom’s chest and sends him back a step or two. Lex presses through and grabs Doom by the arm, pulls him in, and shoulder checks him. Doom punches into the gut of the LexCorps battlesuit with limited effect, yet he does so again. And again. All the while Lex Luthor, not passing on an opportunity, begins barraging Doom’s crown with a bevy of punches. Doom continues working when Lex Luthor finally realizes what’s been happening when he hears a soft,”clunk”. He steps back and looks down. Protruding from Doom’s right index finger is a solid tip of white hot flame. The torch was cutting into the armor. Exposed wires, hanging from Luthor like guts were clearly affixed to one another in such a fashion as to avoid sensors from indicating the damage dealt. Doctor Doom is holding in his left hand a vibrant green rock, which he cannot help but comment on.
“This is a remarkable substance indeed. Perhaps, given the time, your power source may have won out over Doom’s. But perhaps is not the case. In reality there is only Doom.”
Lex Luthor, unable to support the weight of his armor, drops to he is knees. Doctor Doom taunts,
“You’re finally beginning to understand.”
Winner: DOCTOR DOOM
Black Adam vs Darkseid
The green hues of Lex Luthor and the unfamiliar armored man disappear. Black Adam and Darkseid are left alone. Black Adam had a fleeting familiarity with the New God, and knows that he can’t waste a single moment. The assault begins in blur, Black Adam rages forward, fist pulled back, and unleashes a titanic bash upon his opponent. He follows the mammoth right with an equally powerful left, and another right. The combination staggers Darkseid, just half a step, almost as if the sheer force was just sliding him in space more so than he was actually affected by the attack. Black Adam calls down the lighting,
Darkseid remains docile. Black Adam grabs into the ground itself and lifts a large chunk out of the floor, flies high, and throws it down, then follows through, slamming into his target. Finally, Darkseid cracks and falters. Slightly at first, but then more and more, and Black Adam notices. He continues to put on the show, throwing punch after punch until eventually, Darkseid is fully taken aback. His head turns, and he spits a dark blue-grayish slime that can only be comparable to what he has for blood. He scowls unhappily and as Black Adam swings in for another strike, Darkseid reaches out with a colossal gloved hand and catches the fist, encompassing it wholly.
Black Adam’s attempts to push through it are futile as Darkseid slowly turns it back. Black Adam attempts to strike back with his other arm, caught again. Now possessing both of the Khandaqi’s fists, the two struggle back and forth. Darkseid wins out, forcing Black Adam to double over on a backwards. The grapple breaks as Darkseid releases his captive to lower his fists down upon the midsection of his foe. Black Adam falls to the ground, but wastes no time zipping up and taking to the offensive again. Darkseid begins to show visible wear, and Black Adam, while having met one or two setbacks, is holding up well. Darkseid lowers a shoulder and dodges a punch, as it oars past his jutting chin, he grabs the golden cuff of Adam’s forearm and pulls him in with his left arm. Passing through, Darkseid lays him low with another punch. Not deterred, Black Adam gets up, slightly more slowly than before, and launches into another round of attack. This time, before he’s able to meet his target, he’s hit with the Omega Beams. Black Adam, in agony, and with the courage of Mehen, get ups and fights through them. Taking another step, he’s stopped in his tracks by another set of Omega Beams. This time, they manifest just slightly different than before. The cosmic force of the Omega Effect broke the enchantment of Black Adam, and he reverts back to Toth Adam. Upon him with a surprising swiftness, Darkseid grasps tightly around his de-powered and broken enemy’s mouth.
“I’ve played this game before.”
He squeezes far beyond the capacity of a mortal’s skull to withstand.