MDC2: The Battle Rages On [Over 9000-verse]

[dse81]

Yeah, I have to come up with something for the titles. Not particularly sure yet what that will be though

 

My initial thought was splitting up the old Infinity Gauntlet up. Thinking:

 

Soul Gem: Main Event Title (can be defended on any brand)

Power Gem: Main Event Title (for the Knights brand)

Reality Gem: Main Event Title (for the Vertigo brand)

Space & Time Gems: Mid Card Tag Titles (can be defended on any brand)

Mind Gem: Mid Card Title (can be defended on any brand)

 

But I need to think about that some more. I'm one month in in the game and about to run the PPV. For at least those first month of shows, there won't be any titles

 

Hmmm I could see a stable of villians trying to collect all the gems...

[Guest cmdrsam]

Heroes and villians in wrestling, o how obsurd. Give me a wrestling clown, or a fat man in polk a dots anyday of the week.

 

Wasn't sure how this would work out but you have me intrigued DWW. Very well done. Makes me want to download this and play around with it myself.

[d_w_w]

Ooh, the gauntlet gems is a smart idea. Not as cool as the spraypainting of the Welcome to Gotham sign to Come on in, have a laugh!, but that's just because I'm an idiot. lol

 

As for DotM, until other fantasy based diaries crop up (which I assume will happen), D_Dub simply wins by default. Now someone else needs to start one, as to keep the pressure on, so D_Dub can continue with quality.

 

I hope other diaries pop up.

 

Otherwise, my 5th card will probably spiral down to "a bunch of guys in spandex and a bunch of girls showing cleavage did stuff in some place."

 

Hmmm I could see a stable of villians trying to collect all the gems...

 

Exactly. It's like a traditional heel stable saying we want all the titles and putting it in comic form.

 

Heroes and villians in wrestling, o how obsurd. Give me a wrestling clown, or a fat man in polk a dots anyday of the week.

 

Wasn't sure how this would work out but you have me intrigued DWW. Very well done. Makes me want to download this and play around with it myself.

 

Glad to have you aboard

 

It's a great mod, you should try it out. Has a few real world wrestlers in it.

 

I tried to hire the Undertaker. Unfortunately, he was snatched up by Ultimate Ninja Storm

[d_w_w]

I'm not sure that predictions make a lot of sense for this type of diary, but I also know that they are a pretty standard way of getting feedback.

 

Let me know what you guys think.

 

So, I'll try this for now and might just skip it in the future:

 

<hr>

 

Preview of the Upcoming Issue of Spotlight!

 

Wonder Woman and Cheetah vs. X-Men: Archangel & Iceman

-Wonder Woman continues her pursuit of Cheetah and comes into contact with Archangel and Iceman!

 

Supergirl vs. Iron Man

-Troubled by Iron Man's recon missions in Metropolis, Supergirl goes out to confront Bucket Head!

 

Superman vs. Wolverine

-After preventing the Hulk from attacking Metropolis, Superman finds himself nose-to-nose with the deadly Wolverine!

 

<hr>

 

Quick Picks:

 

Wonder Woman & Cheetah vs. Archangel & Iceman

Supergirl vs. Iron Man

Superman vs. Wolverine

[crayon]

I tried to hire the Undertaker. Unfortunately, he was snatched up by Ultimate Ninja Storm

 

Lol I always see that one pop up. I try to rationalize it somehow but my mind explodes every time

 

For the picks:

 

Wonder Woman & Cheetah vs. Archangel & Iceman - I think I smell an unlikely duo

Supergirl vs. Iron Man - Unless Supergirl has gained powers beyond miniskirts and pelvis lines Tony Stark has this

Superman vs. Wolverine - Supes has the tale of the tape, but something tells me it's not going to be as clear cut as he'd like

 

(I'll decide afterwards whether or not knowing the matches ahead of time takes any enjoyment out of it all unfolding "real time")

[mistaken]

Wonder Woman & Cheetah vs. Archangel & Iceman

Yeah the flying ability here just puts the X pair over

 

Supergirl vs. Iron Man

I think Iron takes a beating but gives better than he gets and she flies off

 

Superman vs. Wolverine

but of course Wolverine lives to fight another day. (claws vs the man of steel just don't see how the canadian has a chance)

[Truth]

Wonder Woman & Cheetah vs. Archangel & Iceman

I suspect a no contest/dq finish here mainly to further the WW/Cheetah feud.

 

Supergirl vs. Iron Man

Supergirl is out of her league against Iron man here. Unless someone interferes or something, Tony wins (although the image of Stark getting his arse kicked by a girl in a mini-skirt would be entertaining).

 

Superman vs. Wolverine

Close on this. Could go either way, but I'll go with "Big Jim". Supes may be the man of steel, but steel can be broken by adamantium, and Wolvie is the best there is at what he does...

[Prophet]

I hope other diaries pop up.

 

Otherwise, my 5th card will probably spiral down to "a bunch of guys in spandex and a bunch of girls showing cleavage did stuff in some place."

 

Would it surprise you to know that your 5th show sounds like my prom?

 

Wonder Woman & Cheetah vs. Archangel & Iceman

Wonder Woman is a worthy advesary, but the high-low combo of the angel and Ice makes me think they have the edge in this battle. Unless WW brings her jet. And that just seems unfair. lol

 

Supergirl vs. Iron Man

Tony Stark may have wealth, power, fame, and an awesome flying suit, but the one thing he lacks is an answer for the caped crusader, blonde edition. Supergirl in a wild brawl.

 

Superman vs. Wolverine

Wolvie's so scrappy, and I find it impossible to pick against the feral Canadian. He's Larry Wood with claws.

[d_w_w]

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</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>

Date: Monday, Week 2, October 2008</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>

Show: Spotlight!</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>

Location: ****enshounin Guild (New England Area)</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>

Attendance: 5000</strong></div></div><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stan</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> could sense that things were about to go from bad to worse. What to do? How to stop the war? </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stan</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> flips through his Rolodex. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Hmm. Bruce might work out. He's a genius, after all.”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> Of course, if his alter ego is currently in control...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Might as well try. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stupid Cape Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> threw the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> into stupid mountain. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hated </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stupid Cape Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> now. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*Now that's it raining more than ever*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*Know that we still have each other*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*You can stand under my umbrella*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*You can stand under my umbrella*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> delicately removes a small cellular phone from his torn pants pocket. It's no small miracle that the device still functions. He stares at the object. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*Ella, Ella, eh, eh, eh*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*Under my umbrella*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*Ella, Ella, eh, eh, eh*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#008000;"><span style="font-family:'”Impact”';"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong> “HULK HATE STUPID BANNER RING TONES! HULK SMASH STUPID PHONE!” </strong></span></span></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

And then the phone is no more. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'”Impact”';"><strong><span style="color:#008000;"> “Ella, Ella...”</span></strong></span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. Apparently, the song is catchy. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Dr. Stephen Strange</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> floated in a cross-legged position in the The Sanctum Sanctorum, staring into the Orb of Agamatto. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

As the Sorcerer Supreme, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Dr. Strange</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was responsible for protecting this dimension. Strange powers were at work, however, as the Marvel dimension had recently been merged with the DC dimension. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Strange</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> peered into the Orb of Agamatto, hoping to use its clairvoyant properties to get a better grasp of the current situation.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Death. Dark, evil powers. A flood of visions came over the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Sorcerer Supreme</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> literally knocking him out of his levitation and onto the ground. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Two images were etched in his mind: A Red Planet and The Book of Revelations.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

What did this mean? </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doctor Strange</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> summoned the Eye of Agamatto. He would need its power to get to the bottom of this mystery. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B+</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> face would severely burned and caused him intense pain. This, when combined with his massive headache, left him in an irritable mood. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> entered Hellfire Club's New York Branch. He would call a meeting of the Inner Circle and place a bounty on </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Joker</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Silence. Where were the security guards? The butlers? </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stumbled down the stairs, passing through a series of corridors, and finally reaching a library. He flips a secret lever, causing a bookshelf to slide to one side, then enters the hidden room. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The lights were out. An uneasy feeling rose up in </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stomach. Something wasn't right. He hit the light switch. Nothing. No power.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"> </span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"><span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><strong>“What... are... you... doing... here?”</strong></span></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

A voice from within the darkness called out. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> reached in his pocket. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “I own this building. What are you doing here?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"> </span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"><span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><strong> “What... </strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"><span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><strong><em>am</em></strong></span></span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"><span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><strong>... I... doing... here? .... Why is this... happening?”</strong></span></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> produces a lighter. He flicks it on. The light from the fire is dim, but is enough to reveal a ghastly image to </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. Blood. Bodies. His servants. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> spins the lighter around, looking for the introducer.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"> </span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#2F4F4F;"><span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><strong> “No.”</strong></span></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

A beam of energy connects with </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> chest, driving him out through several series of walls and onto the street outside. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: ??? defeated Sebastian Shaw</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: C+</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Brainiac</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> had set the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Juggernaut</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> into play against his fellow DC'ers. That would, most certainly, draw </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> into action. Of course, with his 12th level intellect, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Brainiac</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> knew that the probability that </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Juggernaut</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> would beat </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was minuscule. But that only part of his plan.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Next, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Brainiac</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> needed a host. He floated above the desert, watching the brute below.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Bizzaro</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> walked about the desert, gently kicking rocks and dancing about. The man was not well. And yet, his demented mind could provide no resistance to the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Brainiac</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, making him the perfect host. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Brainiac</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> entered his mind, instantly taking control.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Or so he thought.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Bizzaro's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> face twitches and his body stops. He twists his head to the side. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Head, inside, green and veiny. Something. Talks it echoes and me it drives in a direction.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: C-</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Doomsday_alt03.jpg</span><div style="margin-left:25px;"> vs. </div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/TheBlob.jpg</span><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Toad.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The monster stomped forward, determined to find </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Blue Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. A convey of vehicles and tents lie in his path. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> leaps forward, crashing through a trailer and tent.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Arial Black';"><span style="color:#006400;">“CHROOPERMAD?”</span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Cries of terror. Small people running. He swats at them, instantly killing a number of civilians.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Buddy, you picked the wrong circus to mess with.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

A big man. A very, very big man. Not </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Blue Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> though. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Toad</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> leaped onto the creature's back, wrapping his tongue around his neck and driving a large rock onto the top of his head. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Toad</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> and </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Blob</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> were really trying to live on the straight and narrow, but apparently trouble just followed them around.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Arial Black';"><span style="color:#006400;">“CHROOPERMAD?”</span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> grabs </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Toad's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> arm and pulls him forward, looking at him upside down. Not </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. Hate! He tears the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Toad</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> off his back and flings him to the side, dislodging his tongue from his neck. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Then, he stomps forward, approaching the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Blob</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Arial Black';"><span style="color:#006400;">“CHROOPERMAD!”</span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“I don't got no idea what you're yellin' 'bout, buddy. But you best be on your way.” </strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> throws a fist into </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Blob's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> bulbous belly. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Ha-ha-ha! Nothing moves the Blob!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> Undeterred, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> strikes again, this time driving a bone extending from his elbow into </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Blob's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> face, sending the massive mutant onto his side, with blood pouring out of his left ear and eye. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Toad</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> springs back into action and sees his partner down. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:green;">“Oh, crap.”</span></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> He opts to not attack again. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> leans over the fallen </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Blob</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. He screams </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Arial Black';"><span style="color:#006400;">“CHROOPERMAD!”</span></span></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> at his face, then stomps forward, leaving the mutants behind.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: Doomsday defeated The Blob and Toad</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: D+ (Blob & Toad have no chemistry)</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/AnimalMan-1.jpg</span><div style="margin-left:25px;"> vs. </div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Juggernaut.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Animal Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was still seeing stars. He hadn't expected </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> to freak out like that. He had heard stories about </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> before, but hadn't actually interacted with him. Clearly, he was too strong for </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Animal Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> to stop. Someone needed to tell </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supes</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> or </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> that </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Doomsday</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was back. He would channel the power of a bird and fly to Metropolis. That was as good a place as any to start...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*thump, thump, thump*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

What was that? </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Animal Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> turned around, only to be plowed into by the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Juggernaut</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. It was not a good week for </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Animal Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: Juggernaut defeated Animal Man</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: C- (great chemistry)</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Metallo</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was strapped into some odd mechanical contraption. A robotic arm hovered over his body, spot-welding and zapping various parts of body. Maintenance and repairs were both the downside and upside of being a cyborg. There was nothing like the soldering of circuitry and connecting of wires to remind one that he was no longer truly human. Of course, these dehumanizing repairs also made </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Metallo</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> largely immortal.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“You are the entity known as Metallo, are you not?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

From around the corner, a figure entered </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Metallo's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> view.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Loki.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'”Arial”';"><span style="color:#008000;"> “I am. And you are?”</span></span></strong></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“I have gone by many names, friend. You may call me Loki.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

What a strange costume. This was not one of </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Luthor's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> men. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'”Arial”';"><span style="color:#008000;"> “I take it you from the Marvel dimension? Here to strike me down, while I am still vulnerable, I suppose.”</span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Loki</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> approaches </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Metallo</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, curiously examining the machinery working on the cyborg. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“No, no, my friend. I'm here to give you some information.”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'”Arial”';"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="color:#008000;">“Oh?”</span></span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“I understand that you are powered by a substance known as...”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> Loki points at </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Metallo's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> glowing chest. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Kryptonite.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Interesting. How did this Marvelite know about kryptonite?</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Your </strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><em>friend</em></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> Lex Luthor has supplied you with enough kryptonite to serve his purposes. But not enough to sustain your life. Metallo, what do you think will become of you after you finish his dirty work?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The cyborg does not respond. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“I, however, happen to know of a rich source of kryptonite. A source that would likely last you the rest of your life.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Oh, precious Kryptonite. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'”Arial”';"><span style="color:#008000;">“Where is it?”</span></span></strong></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“In New York City, in a building known as Stark Tower. A Marvel hero known as Iron Man hordes the kryptonite there, using it to power his exoskeleton. If you were to relieve him of some of this kryptonite, you would no longer need to be under Luthor's thumb.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

A stockpile of Kryptonite? Could this </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Loki</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> character be telling the truth?</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

On the top floor of the very same building...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Supergirl.jpg</span><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/LexLuthor.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stared out the window, longing to help her DC allies. She was the last survivor of her dimension and a warrior through and through. But </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Lex</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was different here. He looked like her </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Lex</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, sounded like her </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Lex</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, and felt like her </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Lex</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">... but still, he was different. She couldn't put her finger on it. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Luthor</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stood behind her. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“What is on your mind, Love?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> turns to </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Luthor</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, excited to have his attention. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“I should be out there, Lex! I should be helping!”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Now, now, Love. Let the others handle it. This is likely to boil into a full out war soon. And war is dirty. And you, Love, should never have to get your hands dirty.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

She looked down. She only wanted to help. But he knew best.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: C</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> looked around, searching for her opponent. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

*creak*</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

A dumpster scratched across the asphalt, barreling toward </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. She leaps over the metal container and is tackled in midair by the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cheetah</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. They hit the ground hard, exchanging series of short punches and elbows. The contest does not have the chance to escalate, however...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Archangel_alt02.jpg</span><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Iceman.jpg</span><div style="margin-left:25px;"> vs. </div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/WonderWoman_alt03.jpg</span><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Cheetah.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

...As the X-Men known as </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Archangel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> and </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> converge on the scene. Taking advantage of the surprise factor, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> blasts the pair of women with a massive ice burst, literally encapsulating both woman in ice up to their necks. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The battle would not be so easy, however, as </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> flexes her body and shatters the ice holding her and </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cheetah</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. She leaps upward and attempts to grab </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Archangel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, but falls just short. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> quickly creates an ice-slide below her, causing her to tumble out of control and into the side of a building.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cheetah</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, while free from the ice, is largely incapacitated, having been struck in the head by a large block of ice when her unlikely partner shattered their icy restraints. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Archangel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> swoops down and clips her on the back of the head with his metallic wing, knocking her over. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> glides over on a panel of ice to attack </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. He sends a barrage of hard ice balls towards her, but they only seem to irritate the the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Amazonian Princess</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. She reaches down and pulls a manhole cover out of the street and uses it to block the ice balls. Eventually, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pauses the attack and uses another ice slide to go above </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, where he intends to continue the attack. He never gets the chance to do so, however, as she flings the manhole cover upward with superhuman strength, shattering the ice slide and clipping </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> in the side of the head, knocking off of the slide. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Archangel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> swoops in at the last moment and catches </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iceman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. He pauses in midair, staring down at </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. He wants nothing more than to challenge the DC'er, but instead curses to himself and flies away. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wonder Woman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> watches the Marvel flier depart. Oh! </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Cheetah</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">! She looks around. Gone. Lost her again.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: Wonder Woman & Cheatah defeated Archangel and Iceman</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: C+</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/EmmaFrost_alt03.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The front of the X-Mansion was quiet. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma Frost</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hadn't been there since </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Charles</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> announced his retirement, but had heard that Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had been temporarily closed, while the X-Men decided how to best move forward. Some students remained on the campus, mostly those that were unable to return to their families. But </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> initial scan did not reveal the presence of any of the official X-Men.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

But it did reveal... no! Could it be? </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

She turned around and marched toward the front door. Times had indeed changed and now, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was prepared to defend this school from her former ally. She swings the door open.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Oh.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He was... hurt. Badly.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/SebastianShaw.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> crawled forward. It had took all of his energy to get here. He looked up, bleeding from the mouth and ear. It was </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. What was she doing here? Didn't matter.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“The DC'ers...”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The former </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>White Queen</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> kneels over. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Hush, Sebastian. Don't talk.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “No. You must... scan me. You must... know.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Silence. He was staring at her with a sincerity that she had never seen from </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> before. She nodded and dived into his mind. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Darkness. Blood. Suffering... and... Power.... POWER!</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

...Too much power. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma Frost</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> collapsed to the ground, holding her head. The vision was confusing and unclear. She needed to see it again. But </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">... was in a coma. She couldn't scan him again, not without risking his life. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: C-</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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Where to start? </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Captain Marvel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> had promised </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stan Lee</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> that he would try to put an end to this Marvel-DC conflict. He had been flying around Metropolis, Gotham, D.C., and New York City for hours. He found the giant green guy 50 miles south of Metropolis. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Captain Marvel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lands in-front of </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Incredible Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Ahoy there, hero. How goes it?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Stupid Cape Men. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hated all stupid Cape Men.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Walking tall and proud, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Captain Marvel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> approached the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, with his hand held out in an offer of friendship.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Not the right Stupid Cape Man. Doesn't matter.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#008000;"><span style="font-family:'”Impact”';"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong>“Hulk hate stupid Cape Men!”</strong></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Hulk</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> grabs </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Captain Marvel's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hand and flings the unsuspecting DC hero away. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="color:#008000;"><span style="font-family:'”Impact”';"><strong>“Ella, Ella...”</strong></span></span></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B-</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stark</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pushed into Metropolis, disregarding his colleagues advice to take things slowly. He needed information and this was where he would get it. Up ahead, the LexCorp building. This was supposedly the command center for the DC forces. Scanning this building would provide valuable intelligence.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Her keen eyes picked up the man flying in the exoskeleton. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> walked to the sliding glass door, ready to depart the building to meet this intruder. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

She wasn't the only person to notice </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> approach. Luthor called to her. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Love, no need for you to engage the Marvelite. The Lexcorp building is quite secure and Metallo will be online in fifteen minutes or so.” </strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

She slid the door open. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “I can't stand around and do nothing, Lex. I'm sorry!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> She flew out to meet the armored invader.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> radar picked up the woman nearly immediately. The telescopic lens in his helmet immediately took a dozen pictures. She looked a lot like the DC'er known as </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. Meaning, she was probably on par with someone like </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Ms. Marvel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> or </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Rogue</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> in terms of power. He pulled up, flying away from the woman. His computer already had a targeting solution acquired for the woman, but </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stark</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was cautious about firing. If he was wrong about her power level, he might blast her out of the sky and to her death. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He was fast. Really fast. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pushed herself a little harder and caught up with the Marvel hero. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“What do you want? Why are you flying around Metropolis?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="font-family:'”System”';">“I'm asking the questions around here.”</span></span></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> thrusts forward and grabs the woman. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="font-family:'”System”';">”Who are you and where did you come from?”</span></span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He was trying to capture her! She powers away from his metallic grasp and slams a fist across his head. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“The name is Supergirl!”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was tumbling backwards. She hit hard. Maybe harder than </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Rogue</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. The computer stabilized his flight. Repulsor's set at 25% power. Time to neutralize her. Energy blasts erupt from both of his palms and strike his target in the chest and shoulder. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

She slams into him again, pounding him with another massive punch. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stark</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was spinning in the air, with various alerts flashing across his face. The attack didn't seem to phase </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. With a series of short repulsor blasts from his feet and hands, he stablizes himself. She zooms forward to strike him again, but </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> quickly increases his altitude to dodge the attack and flips over midair, blasting her in the back with a 50% repulsor blast. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The Marvelite had some moves. And pretty advanced weaponry. She actually felt that last blast, even through her psionic shield. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> turned around, ready to end this. She zipped towards her opponent and he zipped away. He was running?</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Ironman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pushed his suit hard, quickly approaching the ground. As suspected, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was able to keep up with him. She was definitely powerful, but obviously inexperienced. Each of her attacks was exactly the same. And even now, it was clear that her goal was to catch up </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> and slam her fist into his head again. Her inexperience would be her downfall. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Flying close to the ground, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stark</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pulled up and slowed down instantly. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> tried to match his move, but was going too fast for her own good. Just as she passed beneath him, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> fired his feet repulsors at full strength.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Ooomph!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Supergirl</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> cried out, as the repulsors slammed the air from her lungs and forced her body to borrow into the ground. The upward force sent </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> upward. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Stark</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> looked down. His opponent was defeated, but the battle had taken too long. More DC'ers would be here soon and his vital signs were slightly elevated. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pushed his suit to full speed in the direction of New York City.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: Iron Man defeated Supergirl</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: C+ (good chemistry)</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> and </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean Grey</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> rushed to the X-Mansion's front entrance, propelled by </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> telepathic powers. She had sensed the presence of </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. How brazen he had become, to invade their haven!</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

With a gesture of </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hand, the mansions door fling open. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was ready to unleash an optic burst...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Emma!?!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> Cyclops was barely able to hold off from blasting her. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“What are you doing here?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Why, I've been waiting for you, Scott. And you, Jean.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

An afterthought. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was never comfortable with </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. Partially because she has a history of being an evil witch, partially because she was able to telepathically hide her presence from </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, but mostly because she so blatantly flirted with her husband. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> pointed at the ground, where the injured </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lie. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“We have a serious problem, Scott. Where are the rest of the X-Men?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> floated over to </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Is he...?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “No, but nearly.”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Using her TK, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Jean</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lifts </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Shaw</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> off the ground and runs through the X-Mansion, clearly intending to take him to the medical center.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The former </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>White Queen</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> watches her walk rush away. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Scott. The other X-Men. Where are they?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Uh, Storm is out looking for Wolverine. Warren and Bobby are out on patrol. The rest are on vacation. Emma, what's the Hell is going on here?”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Emma</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stares at </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. She forces her thoughts into his, allowing him to see what she saw earlier tonight. The vision was confusing, but </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Scott Summers</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> immediately understood the severity of the situation. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B-</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The God of Thunder</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> had longed to distance himself from human affairs. Getting too close in the past had been a mistake. A painful mistake.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Thor</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> had, of course, already been contacted by the Avengers and informed of the conflict with the DC Universe. He politely declined to assist the Avengers, as this was not an affair for Gods.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

That his half-brother, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Loki</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was involved, was regrettable yet not surprising. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Loki</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> loved to interfere the affairs of man. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Thor</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> told </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Iron Man</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> that he would keep an eye on </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Loki</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, but in truth, he felt that the heroes of earth were more than capable of addressing his half-brother.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Ares</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, on the other hand, was a problem. What business did the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Greek God of War</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> have on Earth? And why was he so clearly aligned with the DC faction? </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Thor's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> hand was being forced. He spun Mjolnir around his head and took off into the air. Once again, the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>God of Thunder</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> headed to Earth. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: C+</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Man of Steel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> stood his ground, with his fists on his side. The small clawed warrior would undoubtedly attack him, find his claws ineffective, and retreat. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lunged forward, slashing his right claw across </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> abdomen. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;"> “Argghh!”</span></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> grabs </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> by the arm and harshly flings him aside, sending the adamantium coated mutant through several trees.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He was cut! </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> looked down, the claws connected just under his ribcage. He was losing blood pretty quickly. It was not as though this was the first time that the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Man of Steel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> had been wounded, but this was completely unexpected? How had that the little Marvel warrior cut him? </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Not that he'd get a chance to ask him. He had almost certainly overreacted and killed his clawed opponent. That wasn't </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Kal-El's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> style, but the wound had startled him.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Bring it, bub!”</strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was surprised to see the Marvel warrior up and charging at him. He takes a deep breath and exhales, using his super breath to force his opponent back. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Just friggin' great. The blue DC guy is super strong and can blow freaking hurricanes. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> tucked his head and pushed forward. No matter though. Not like a little breeze was going to stop him.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> masterfully cuts the flow off air off, causing </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> to stumble forward. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> makes lemonade out of lemons, however, and stumbles into a forward role, springing up and slashing across his opponent's torso. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> narrowly blocks the claw slash with his arm, but is again wounded. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> then pushes forward with a series of slashes.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He quickly realizes that the Marvel warrior is technically a better fighter than him. If it weren't for his superhuman reflexes and speed, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> would be rather dead right now. Fortunately for him, he is able to dodge all of the attacks but one, and takes a minor claw strike across his left shoulder. The clawed warrior was tough and dangerous. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> catches his opponent's left and right hands, holds his arms apart, and delivers a stiff front kick to the Marvel warrior's sternum, sending him rolling backwards for twenty feet. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> springs to his feet and is immediately met with a red blast from the </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>DC'ers</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> eyes, sending him backwards again.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Kal-El</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> watched his opponent struggle to his feet. This was not good. He had lost a lot of blood. He needed to go to his Fortress of Solitude to heal, so that he could gather his strength to challenge the lumbering green brute that he had thrown away from Metropolis a few minutes ago. But first, he needed to handle this clawed warrior. He burst forward, flying into his opponent shoulder first.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>“Ummpph!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> The impact forced the air from </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine's</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lungs. Great. This DC'er was as strong as </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Colossus</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, flied faster than </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Rogue</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, shot eye blasts like </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">, and can make freaking hurricanes like </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Storm</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. This was like fighting the X-Men bundled into one jerk wrapped in a blue suit and a red cape. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “Ooomph!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> lets out another grunt, as the impact of the flying shoulder tackle slams him into the ground, causing him to literally bounce off of the ground. He immediately struggles to his feet, but is quickly driven back into the ground by a stiff downward left-hand.</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Amazing! The clawed warrior was still alive. Defeated, but alive. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> was worried. How many of the Marvel heroes were this dangerous? He turned, to walk away. A noise...</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;"> “Arggh!”</span></strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> almost dodged the attack, but was still impaled by a claw in his lower back. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong> “DIE! ARRGGH!”</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> Spinning around, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> thought that his opponent looked particularly feral, then realized that he shouldn't be thinking so much, as he had just been clawed across the chest. Alarmed, he defended himself, punching his opponent as hard as he could in the stomach and driving him into the ground with a massive double axhandle to the back. </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> then grabs his opponent, flies into the air, and flings him downward, knocking over a half-dozen trees as though he was bowling with mutants. Then, for good measure, </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> flies above his fallen opponent and blasts him from above with a massive heat blast from his eyes. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>The Man of Steel</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> slowly descends to the ground, to examine the Marvel warrior. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Result: Superman defeated Wolverine</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Match Rating: B</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">* * * * *</div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Superman.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

He was exhausted. It had been awhile since he had suffered that many lacerations. And frankly, it occurred so infrequently that it always startled </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Kal-El</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> to see his own blood. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

And then the weather changed. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Rain? And wind? Where was this coming from? </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Superman</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"> looked around, then he scanned the skies. Above him, a woman was floating in the air. Her eyes glowed white with energy. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/Storm_alt03.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

And then the lightning bolt struck </div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong>Kal-El</strong></div><div style="margin-left:25px;">. </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Angle Rating: B</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

<hr></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">Overall: B-</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Notes: Sebastian Shaw, who previously had an exclusive PPA contract with MDC2, has signed a Written contract with DBZ</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">

Supergirl is being portrayed as the Matrix version (for storyline purposes)</span></strong></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div>

[Prophet]

<p>First of all, Hulk singing "Umbrella" ... genius! </p><p> </p><p>

Second of all, I stink out loud at picking. lol</p><p> </p><p>

3rd, and most importantly ... that show was epic!</p>

[crayon]

<p>2 out of 3 picks! <img alt=":p" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p> </p><p> Random thoughts as I was reading: "Supergirl and Lex—what the!" (gonna have to read up on this matrix thing), "Shaw jobs like a pro from start to finish", "THEN WHO WAS ENERGY BEAM?", "Blob got shikababed in the face, ow!", "lol banner ringtones!", "That Jean Grey picture was in my picture pack? huh.", "BIZARRO!", </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23567" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>“Ummpph!” The impact forced the air from Wolverine's lungs. Great. This DC'er was as strong as Colossus, flied faster than Rogue, shot eye blasts like Cyclops, and can make freaking hurricanes like Storm. This was like fighting the X-Men bundled into one jerk wrapped in a blue suit and a red cape.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Lovely piece of color right there</p><p> </p><p> You actually nearly had me convinced that Wolverine was gonna win this one clean for a second. That's the sign of some good writing, good show</p>

[d_w_w]

Prediction Results

 

crayon: 2 / 3

mistaken: 2 / 3

Truth: 1 / 3

Prophet: 0 / 3

 

First of all, Hulk singing "Umbrella" ... genius!

 

Second of all, I stink out loud at picking. lol

 

3rd, and most importantly ... that show was epic!

 

Nah - I think honestly I could have flipped all the results over and still have been satisfied with the card.

 

2 out of 3 picks!

 

Random thoughts as I was reading: "Supergirl and Lex—what the!" (gonna have to read up on this matrix thing), "Shaw jobs like a pro from start to finish", "THEN WHO WAS ENERGY BEAM?", "Blob got shikababed in the face, ow!", "lol banner ringtones!", "That Jean Grey picture was in my picture pack? huh.", "BIZARRO!",

 

Lovely piece of color right there

 

You actually nearly had me convinced that Wolverine was gonna win this one clean for a second. That's the sign of some good writing, good show

 

Yep, the Jean Grey picture was from the picture pack (which, mind you, is absolutely awesome ).

 

Thanks all for the comments and predictions. They are very much appreciated.

 

I'm going to start the process of converting my notes for the next card into prose, then get to work on the formatting. Odds are, won't have another card up until the weekend.

 

In the meanwhile, let me know about the preview and predictions deal. I can go either way on it, and so will post it if folks want to make predictions but will skip it otherwise.

 

Although, if I keep it, I'll likely make it meaningful in someway [i.e., Prediction winner can dictate a future signee from the Over 9000 verse or something along those lines].

[crayon]

I wasn't sure if the predictions would hamper the spontaneity of the show but no such issues at all. And as long as the predictions don't ever give away any major plot points I say keep em going

[mistaken]

I think predictions for the matches that have been set up are cool.

 

kinda like on the show after next we know that Superman vs Storm is set to take place.

 

But I also think it would be cool to do swerve predictions.

 

that is advertise Superman vs Storm, but have it end up being a tag team match

 

Superman & Flash vs Storm & Rogue.

 

so we are free to guess, but it does not mean you have given the actual card out. and certainly not given away any of the matches that are surprises in the plot.

[d_w_w]

Show should be up on Monday.

 

<hr>

 

Preview of the Upcoming Issue of The Brave and the Bold

 

Heroes for Hire vs. Captain Cold and Mr. Freeze

-The Marvel-DC battle continues, as the Heroes for Hire confront cold-themed villains Captain Cold and Mr. Freeze!

 

A Dark Avenger vs. Zoom

-Last week, the Dark Avengers were able to capture DC Speedster Hero The Flash. This week, DC Speedster Villain Zoom comes into contact with a member of the Dark Avengers. Will Osborn and his Dark Avengers continue to "collect" DC heroes and villains or will Zoom slow down their plans?

 

Bane and Batman vs. Daredevil and Spider-Man

-Last week, Bane got the upperhand on Daredevil and was preparing to snap the blind hero in half, when Batman and Spider-Man intervened. Spidey misunderstood Batman's intentions however, and the Marvel and DC battlelines look set to be drawn. Can Bane and Batman actually work together? Is Daredevil in any kind of condition to help Spider-Man during this battle?

 

This issue also features appearances by: Apocalypse, The Joker, Harley Quinn, The Birds of Prey, Stan Lee and more!

 

<hr>

 

Quick Picks:

 

Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage & Iron Fist) vs. Captain Cold & Mr. Freeze

??? vs. Zoom

Bane & Batman vs. Daredevil & Spider-Man

[crayon]

-Last week, the Dark Avengers were able to capture DC Speedster Hero The Flash. This week, DC Speedster Villain Zoom comes into contact with a member of the Dark Avengers. Will Osborn and his Dark Avengers continue to "collect" DC heroes and villains or will Zoom slow down their plans?

 

Bane and Batman vs. Daredevil and Spider-Man

-Last week, Bane got the upperhand on Daredevil and was preparing to snap the blind hero in half, when Batman and Spider-Man intervened. Spidey misunderstood Batman's intentions however, and the Marvel and DC battlelines look set to be drawn. Can Bane and Batman actually work together? Is Daredevil in any kind of condition to help Spider-Man during this battle?

 

This issue also features appearances by: Apocalypse, The Joker, Harley Quinn, The Birds of Prey, Stan Lee and more!

 

I love the way you've set out the preview, with a "last week" set-up, keeping everyone abreast of the storylines, and the most recent on-goings fresh in our minds (how you put it with The Dark Avengers having taken out The Flash and now going after Zoom has really drawn me in to wanting to see this match, as opposed to it just being announced plain).

 

The last line is a nice touch too

 

_________________________

 

Picks:

 

Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage & Iron Fist) vs. Captain Cold & Mr. Freeze - This team up is too cool to bet against.

??? vs. Zoom - The scarlet speedster and his arch nemesis shall be sharing something in common - their defeat.

Bane & Batman vs. Daredevil & Spider-Man - Brains and brawn, Spider-Man is out numbered with Daredevil already beat

[Prophet]

I wholeheartedly agree with crayon. Your set ups are great. Very comic feel. And people who may miss an episode can still feel in the loop.

 

Quick Picks:

 

Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage & Iron Fist) vs. Captain Cold & Mr. Freeze

I don't actually know who Capt. Cold is, unless it's prethawed Cap. America (*rimshot*) so I'm gonna go with the two who already have a solid bond of working together. That and punishment for Arnie's version of Mr. Freeze.

 

??? vs. Zoom

First rule of predicting ... when it doubt, bet on the unknown. Gonna pick the Dark Avengers shadowy figure to pick up the win.

 

Bane & Batman vs. Daredevil & Spider-Man

Daredevil is one of the most resiliant heroes I know, and Spiderman is the epitome of awesome (smart, witty, agile, strong, guy's like Lex Luger with personality.) And I don't see Bane and the Bat meshing all that well. Spiderman and Double D win when Bane turns on the man he once broke.

[Astyn]

Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage & Iron Fist) vs. Captain Cold & Mr. Freeze

??? vs. Zoom

Bane & Batman vs. Daredevil & Spider-Man

[d_w_w]

http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/MDC2.jpg

Date: Thursday, Week 2, October 2008

Show: The Brave and The Bold!

Location: F. Miller Hall (North West)

Attendance: 5000

 

http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/StanLee_alt02.jpg

 

Stan felt defeated. He had contacted Captain Marvel, Magneto, and The Incredible Hulk. Only Captain Marvel had agreed to help Stan stop the conflict, but unfortunately he was too green to really be any assistance.

 

*ring, ring*

 

The phone. Maybe Magneto was calling him back? Maybe Stan's luck was finally turning around?

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello, Stan.”

 

The voice sent chills down Stan's spine. “Who is this?”

 

“Why Stan, have you already forgotten about your business partner? Your prime investor?”

 

His mysterious benefactor. Who could it be? “Oh. What can I do for you?”

 

“Rumor has it that you have been poking around, trying to end the Marvel-DC conflict. I would have you end your quest.”

 

End his quest? No chance! “Listen here, pal, heroes are supposed to fight villains, not other heroes!”

 

“I am uninterested in your personal beliefs, Stan. I helped you bring these dimensions together and I can, with a whim, break them apart. Tread carefully, Mr. Lee.”

 

Angle Rating: B+

 

* * * * *

 

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The New Captain America and Nightwing had been walking and talking for hours. As it turns out, they had a lot in common. Neither man had any true superpowers. Both men started as the sidekicks for famous superheroes. And both men were struggling to find their own names.

 

It became clear, to both Bucky Barnes and Dick Grayson that this Marvel-DC conflict was not so clear. There were good men and women on both sides. And there were villains.

 

As night fell of the Capital, the new Captain America and Nightwing shook hands and a new friendship was born.

 

Angle Rating: C+

 

* * * * *

 

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Mr. Freeze and Captain Cold had recently formed an uneasy alliance. Mr. Freeze was on a mission to draw out a great Sorcerer, one that might help him find recover his beloved Nora. Captain Cold's motives were far less pure, as he had simply been hired by Lex Luthor to cause trouble in New York City. Together, they attacked the Wall Street area, freezing multiple people and buildings.

 

Luke Cage and Iron Fist arrived on the scene about 30 minutes after the attack started. This was outside of the Heroes for Hire's general service area, as they generally preferred to assist people in the less fortunate parts of the city. However, they had been paid handsomely by Norman Osborn to respond to any DC-instigated attacks. And this, most definitely qualified. A frontal attack on two DC'ers with the ability to generate freeze blasts seemed unwise.

 

Instead, Luke Cage produced a distraction, by flinging an abandoned police cruiser at Mr. Freeze and Captain Cold. Predictably, the villains dodged the attack and responded with several ice blasts, which Cage was barely able to avoid. This gave Iron Fist the opportunity to sneak up on the DC villains. He lept out from behind and slammed a Chi-powered fist into Mr. Freeze's back. A device on his back erupted, sending a huge cloud of freezing gas over their area, temporarily incapacitating both Freeze and Iron Fist and also preventing Cage from continuing the assault. By the time the nearly freezing gas dissipated, Mr. Freeze and Captain Cold had fled.

 

Result: Heroes for Hire defeated Frozen Cold

Match Rating: C-

 

* * * * *

 

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Ah, the way he swung away. So graceful, so strong. Catwoman II couldn't wait to catch Spider-Man again. He would be hers!

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

Catwoman II snapped out of her day dream. The Birds of Prey were standing over her, staring down.

 

The Black Canary kneeled over, with her eyes particularly wide? “So... what are you doing here?”

 

“And what is that gooey stuff all over you?”

 

She looked down. His webbing. She loved the texture. The smell. Ah...

 

The Huntress shakes her head. “Let's just leave her.”

 

No! She needed to be free, she needed to find him. “I... I was chasing a Marvel known as Spider-Man! This gooey stuff is his webbing.”

 

The Huntress smiles at Black Canary. She nods in return. The Birds of Prey lean over and begin pulling the webbing off of Catwoman II. “Spider-Man, you say? Why don't you tell us all about him?”

 

She was more than happy to talk about her wall-crawling crush.

 

Angle Rating: C+

 

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Cheshire was disgusted to be working alongside Bullseye. He was a sad excuse for an assassin and an even worse excuse for a human being. But the money that the Kingpin offered was good. Really good.

 

On stage, Dazzler performed. She was a decent singer and had a fantastic special effects setup, but Cheshire still wasn't sure why the Kingpin wanted her captured. She didn't seem like anything special. Oh well. His money.

 

Bullseye walked in the front of the club, wearing a long trench coat with a matching hat. He walked straight to the stage, before removing his hat. Dazzler recognized him immediately, as a frightened look appeared on her face.

 

“Bullseye!” She leaned backwards, crouching.

 

“Don't do anything stupid, Dazzie. Just come along. Quietly.” The crowd begins to shuffle out of the club.

 

Dazzler danced. Cheshire thought that was an odd response to Bullseye's request. And then a burst of energy jumped forward, striking Bullseye in the chest. And another! It was almost as if the energy bursts were emitted with the thumps of the bass. Bullseye was doing a good job of dodging the bursts, but it was time to end this. She pulled the small blowgun to her lips.

 

*thwoop*

 

The dart flew threw the air and struck Dazzler on the leg. She looked down, surprised at the pain, then looked around, trying to find her new attacker. Within seconds, she collapsed the ground, unconscious.

 

Result: Bullseye and Cheshire defeat Dazzler

Match Rating: D+

 

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The Red Skull held the phone to his ear. He looked disgusted, but that was nothing unusual.

 

“Mr. Fisk, we had an arrangement.” .

 

On the other end, Wilson Fisk leaned back in his king-sized chair, flipping through a pile of papers, utilizing the phone's speaker phone feature. “And I have held up my portion of the deal, Schmidt.”

 

“I disagree, Mr. Fisk. First, you sent that imbecile Bullseye to the meeting last week. And now, my people have informed me that you are utilizing Bullseye and Cheshire for your own personal business tonight. I required their services, Mr. Fisk.” .

 

Wilson rolls his eyes. “Bullseye and Cheshire are independent contractors, Schmidt. If you wanted their services, you simply needed to pay them more. In fact, Osborn had requested Bullseye's services tonight as well. My offer was simply better. And I don't have Norman calling me to complain.”

 

The Red Skull slams his hand down. “Mr. Fisk! What is the value in this alliance if you are simply going to run off like an American cowboy, pursuing your own interests?”

 

“Quiet frankly, Schmidt, you are starting to bore me. I have other business partners. New business partners. Partners that are far less annoying. Consider this the end of my participation in your little criminal endeavor.” The Kingpin reaches down and pushes a button on the phone.

 

The Red Skull slams his phone on the desk several times, then slams it into its receiver. Fisk would pay. Oh, he would pay.

 

*knock, knock*

 

The Red Skull stood up angrily and marched to the door. He flings the door open. A small box wrapped in gift paper. A present? He reaches down and pulls on the ribbon.

 

*pop!*

 

The box pops open, with a jester-faced Jack in the Box springing forward, surprising the Red Skull and forcing him to jump backwards. As the Jester-head jumps up and down, audio plays from the box. “Ha-Ha-Ha! He-He-He! Ho-Ho-Ho!”.

 

The Red Skull however, wasn't laughing.

 

Angle Rating: C+

 

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Poison Ivy rested in her garden. Here, away from the world, she was at peace. The plants told her that her friend approached.

 

“Hi Pamela.”

 

Poor Harley. She didn't understand that she was too good for The Joker. And more importantly, she didn't understand how dangerous he was. Poison Ivy slithered to her feet, smiling at her close friend.

 

“Hello Harley.”

 

The women exchange a friendly hug. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

 

Harley shyly looks down at the ground. “The truth?”

 

Ivy nods. She was close with few humans, but there was something about Harley that put her at ease.

 

“Well, Mr. J sent me here to punish you for keeping him out of the Red Skull's super-cool evil fun club.” Harley continues to look down.

 

“I see.” Pamela Isley walks around the garden, running her finger tips along the edges of her children. “So, one on one combat to death, I suppose?”

 

“Something like that.”

 

“Well, go ahead. Hit me with some giant mallet or something. I won't try to stop you. And I won't fight back. You're my best friend.”

 

Harley excitedly walks towards her, grabbing Ivy by the arms. “That's just it! I don't want to fight with you!”

 

“Then don't.”

 

Harley lets go of Ivy and turns around. She shakes her head. “If I don't... Mr. J. will.. well, he'll... you know?”

 

Pamela wraps her arms around Harley from behind, hugging her close friend. “You deserve better, Harley.”

 

“But I love my Puddin'!”

 

She lets go and turns around. “I know you do.”

 

“You know, you could always come back with me? Apologize to Mr. J. and work for him. I'm sure he'd forgive you!”

 

“We both know I won't do that.”

 

Harley bites her bottom lip. “Yeah. Thought I'd try though.”

 

“So, what will you do?”

 

In truth, Harley didn't know what she would tell The Joker. Really, it didn't matter. “I'll figure something out.”

 

Poison Ivy approaches her friend. She hugs her again. “You be careful, okay?” Harley nods in response.

 

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http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/KillerCroc.jpg vs. http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x92/d_w_w/TheJoker_alt07.jpg

 

Killer Croc was running through the sewers, switching back and forth from a human-like spring to a more primitive four-legged gallop. Why did he tell The Red Skull to exclude The Joker? Why did he meet with The Red Skull at all?

 

Stupid, stupid, stupid... “No!”

 

A cage net fell from the sewer's ceiling, landing on Killer Croc. He was struggling to get out of it.

 

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzap*

 

The Joker appeared from behind, thrusting an electrified pitch-fork in Killer Croc's back.

 

Croc dropped to the ground, his back badly burnt. His eyes were watering. And his skin... itched? What was going on?

 

“Ho-ho-ho! Feeling a bit sick, are we? He-he-he!”.

 

Killer Croc lunged forward at The Joker...

 

*zap*

 

... but was again prodded by the electrified pitch-fork, sending him to the ground, with the net still atop him.

 

“The net is laced with a powerful toxic agent. A powerful toxic agent designed especially for reptiles. Perfect for hunting down traitorous snakes or overgrown, stupid lizards!”

 

Croc was beaten. He could probably withstand the electric shocks for a good while, but the poison on the net was already seeping through his rough, thick skin. He felt weak.

 

The Joker stood over Killer Croc. A smile was on his face, but there was nothing friendly about his demeanor. “You aren't going to die, however. The poison has short-term effects. Think of this as more of a warning, Croc.”

 

He slams the blunt end of the pitch-fork into Croc's head. “A warning to never... ever... spread vicious lies about me! And to never, ever, work with the Red Skull.”

 

*zap... zap...zap*

 

The Joker taps the electrified end of the pitch fork against various spots on Killer Croc's body, sending him into mini-convulsions.

 

“Now, having said all of that, I may have a use for you in the future. When I come calling, I trust you'll do the right thing?”

 

Nearly unconscious, Croc is barely able to muster up a “Yes...”.

 

“Good.”

 

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap*

 

The Joker thrusts the pitch fork into Killer Croc's neck. He laughs maniacally as the electric current runs through the monstrous reptile, forcing him unconsciousness.

 

Result: The Joker defeated Killer Croc

Match Rating: C (the crowd was not thrilled to see Killer Croc compete)

 

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*Slap!*

 

The Fake Ms. Marvel slammed the back of her hand across The Flash's face. The Iron Patriot stood behind The Flash, with his armored arms crossed at his chest.

 

His voice was digitally altered to sound robotic. “We want code names, secret identities, powers, and locations for every super-powered DC being in existence.”

 

The Flash stared ahead, unsure how he had been caught. Wally's connection to the Speed Force had been dramatically weakened since the appearance of the Marvel forces. Before the DC dimension joined with the Marvel dimension, The Flash would have simply vibrated at inhumane speeds, became intangible, and slipped out of the chair and away from the so-called Dark Avengers. But try as he might, he couldn't seem to do that anymore.

 

*Slap!*

 

”Ms. Marvel” slapped him again, seemingly rejoicing in the opportunity to cause discomfort in another human being. “You will give us that information, Flash.”

 

The intercom activates and a voice projects into the room. “I am sorry to bother you Iron Patriot, but there is a disturbance outside of the building. It looks like some superpowered DC'er is attempting to enter the facility.”

 

“Ms. Marvel, will you handle that? I'll continue on with this interrogation.”

 

She nods and departs. Iron Patriot turns to face The Flash.

 

“Flash, Flash, Flash. Your day is about to get a lot worse. This is your last chance to give me information.”

 

Silence.

 

“So be it. I shall summon our chief interrogator.”

 

Angle Rating: C+

 

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The woman formerly known as Moonstone and currently known as Ms. Marvel flew out of the H.A.M.M.E.R. facility to confront the DC attacker. She looked around. Plenty of unconsicous security guards. No sign of the... “Uh!”

 

Zoom sped by the Marvel heroine, punching her in the back of the head, sending the Fake Ms. Marvel face first into the ground.

 

What was that? Another speedster? She concentrated on lowering her density. “Ooomph! Ugh!...Uh... Ahhh...”

 

Zoom attacked again, driving his foot into her ribs and delivering several punches to the Marvelite. The nerve of these so-called Dark Avengers! To think that they could just kidnap The Flash! They were just like all common crim... “Ow!”

 

Zoom jumped up and cursed, as he had punched the asphalt. Apparently, the Marvelite could become intangible. No matter, she was beaten.

 

She was finally intangible, but was incoherent and disoriented, half falling through the asphalt.

 

Zoom sped towards the door.

 

Result: Zoom defeated The Fake Ms Marvel

Match Rating: B

 

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The search began.

 

These were not the names that he would have selected. In fact, some of the four were unknown to Apocalypse. It was, of course, difficult to determine what that really meant. His... master clearly had a large and well-developed information network. It was entirely possible that these four were the perfect choices.

 

With his strength returning to him, Apocalypse stepped into the teleportation chamber. The ancient machine activated and a flood of color came over En Sabah Nur. When the light faded, Apocalypse was Eastern Europe.

 

Apocalypse stared ahead. The road winded back and forth as it climbed the hill. The castle at the top of the hill was large and ominous. Approaching it would be foreboding for most. But not for him.

 

Angle Rating: B

 

* * * * *

 

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The Speedster had surprised Karla Sofen. She floated out of the ground and slowly regained her density. The Fake Ms. Marvel then collapsed to her knees. She had a concussion. She tapped a button on her belt, activating her short-range communicator.

 

Norman Osborn opens the vault. Inside the room, a number of Green Goblin suits and a stockpile of Goblin gear. As the Goblin, Osborn was the perfect interrogator. And frankly, he missed being the Green Goblin.

 

*bzzt*

 

His communicator. “This is Osborn.”

 

She was nearly unconscious. “Norman. Speedster got by me. I'm hurt.” She held her head. “He's heading inside.”

 

Damnation. Osborn rarely allowed himself to use the Goblin gear. He would have to hold of on interrogating The Flash. “I understand. Get yourself together and head inside to provide support.”

 

Click. He ended the communication with “Ms. Marvel”. He pushed the button again, activating the communicator once more. “This is Osborn. Activate Venom.”

 

Elsewhere in the facility, a large security door opened, releasing pressurized gas. Inside...

 

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Angle Rating: B-

 

* * * * *

 

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“Oh... Harley?”. The Joker jumps into the main room of his hide out.

 

Harley Quinn is lying on an over-sized bed in the corner, propping her head up on her arm and crossing her legs. She looks sexy – well, as sexy as a derranged jester can look. “Hey Puddin'.”

 

The Joker approaches Harley. “He-he-he-he!”. He laughs as he slowly walks towards her. “Oh, you should have been there! He-he-ho-ho-ho! I zapped the big lizard with an electrified pitch-fork! Ha-ha-ha! It was priceless!”.

 

The Joker holds his belly due to the laughter. Nervously, Harley joins in and giggles. The Joker suddenly stops laughing and stares her. “How was your day, honey?”.

 

Harley looks down. “My day was fine, 'Puddin.” The Joker starts to approach her, with a massive yet somehow unfriendly smile across his face. She stands up to greet him and lunges forward with a big hug.

 

“Did you handle Poison Ivy?”.

 

Harley kisses the Joker and her right hand navigates to his rear end. “We can talk business later, 'Puddin. Let's have some fun now!” She starts to pull off his purple jacket.

 

The Joker stops her by grabbing her biceps. “You know what they say! Business before pleasure!”.

 

“Screw what they say!” She strains her head forward, licking his face.

 

“Harley. Did you handle Poison Ivy?”.

 

She looks down and shakes her head. “No.”

 

*Slap!*

 

The Joker suddenly slaps a violent back hand across her face, sending her tumbling on the ground near the bed. “Oh, Harley, Harley, Harley. You're such a disappointment.”[/b].

 

She stares up at him, with genuine fear in her eyes.

 

Angle Rating: B+

 

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With Daredevil struggling to get to his feet, Spidey decided that he had to press the attack.

 

*thwip*

 

He shoots a line of webbing to the building above. Using it for leverage, he springs forward and delivers a jumping front kick to Bane's face. The muscle bound DC'er tries to strike back, but Spider-Man easily avoids the haymaker by flipping over Bane and manages to sneak another swift kick in to the back of his neck.

 

Spidey lands near the caped DC'er.

 

Batman realized that the Marvel hero was going to attack him. “Wait.”

 

Wait? Yeah right! Spidey produces a net of webbing, forcing Batman against a brick wall. Bane recovers and charges him. Good ole Spider-Sense. He flicks a line of webbing into each of Bane's shoulders, falls backwards, and uses a foot in the midsection to fling his massive opponent down the alley.

 

He didn't have time for this. Producing a razor-tipped Batarang from his belt, Batman quickly cuts the webbing away from him.

 

*thwip*

 

Batman turns to chase Bane. Spidey pulls the Batarang from his grasp with a line of webbing. “Now, now, didn't your mother tell you that shouldn't with sharp objects in your hand. You might lose an eye!”

 

The web-producing Marvelite was going to be a problem. Swiftly, Batman lunges forward and drives a sidekick into his stomach. Spidey falls into a pile of aluminum trash cans. He saw the attack coming, but it was too well executed to dodge. The Web Head leaps up and attacks Batman.

 

The Marvel and DC icons exchange attacks, but generally able to avoid the others maneuvers.

 

Spider-sense! Too la..

 

*crunch*

 

Bane barrels into both heroes, driving them into the ground with a massive double clothesline, as though this were some professional wrestling match. He presses the attack, slamming his massive inflated knee into Batman's ribcage, then lifting the Caped Crusader up and slamming him down on Spider-Man.

 

He looks around. A dumpster. Bane grabs the dumpster and pulls it off the ground, obviously aiming to slam it on the stunned Batman and Spider-Man.

 

A red Billy Club flies through the air and strikes Bane in the bridge of his nose. His head snaps back and he releases the dumpster, narrowly missing the heroes. Daredevil jumps back into the flay, slamming a massive left hand across Bane's chin.

 

Batman realized that this situation was spiraling out of control. Someone was going to get hurt badly if this kept up. He pulls a small capsule from his belt. Knockout gas should handle Bane and the red Marvel guy. “Bane, stop! ...Ughh!”

 

Spider-Man slams his elbow into the caped DC'er back. Attacking from the back generally wasn't his style, but this guy was about to throw some mini-canister at DD.

 

Batman fights back, catching Spider-Man with a punch to the temple. Spidey responds with a massive uppercut, launching Batman off the ground and onto his back.

 

Daredevil was just about out of gas and was mostly fighting on fumes. His head throbbed and his senses were erratic. He pushed on the attack, hoping to keep Bane off guard. No! The monster had caught his fist.

 

Bane slams his shoulder into Daredevil's face and follows it up with a right knee under the arm pit. He then drives a massive fist into the back of Daredevil's head, dropping the blind hero to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the red and blue Marvelite charging at him. He was coming too f...

 

Spider-Man tackled Bane, forcing him to the ground. He then rains down a series of right hands, allowing himself to hit Bane far harder than he hit Batman. After all, it was clear that this beast was aiming to maim Daredevil! Spider-Man then pulls Bane from off the ground to over his head and flings him across the alley. Tingling..

 

*pop*

 

Gas.

 

Batman's throw expertly placed the gas canister between Spider-Man and Daredevil. Daredevil, already dazed by Bane's attack, quickly succumbs to the gas. Spider-Man falls to his knees, coughing.

 

Result: Batman & Bane defeated Spider-Man and Daredevil

Match Rating: B

 

* * * * *

 

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Bane screams, fueled on by the chemicals in his system. “ARGH! Time to die!” He marches toward the gas cloud. A figure comes leaping through the cloud and a kick connects with his face.

 

“I don't think so.”

 

Spider-Man crawls out of the cloud, dragging Daredevil with him. Wow. He was whoozy. He produces a line of webbing and swings away, carrying Murdock with him. He'd have to catch these DC'ers later. Daredevil needed medical attention.

 

Meanwhile, Batman and Bane circle, ready to engage in combat.

 

Angle Rating: B+

 

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Overall: B-

[crayon]

Another quality show, good sir! Poor Red Skull just can't seem to get anything go his way. Damn Moonstone and Mr. Freeze jobbing on me, too. Crowd not feeling Killer Croc, eh. Guess every big promotion has to have an X-pac

 

Nice way of bringing the similarities of Bucky and Nightwing together as well. Can't wait to see what's going on with Apocolypse and who all the mystery people are!

[mistaken]

top notch story telling. I think Marvel & DC could take some cross over pointers off you!

[The Masked Orange]

Loving these shows. Big thumbs up!

[d_w_w]

Prediction Results

 

crayon: 1 / 3 - (3 / 6 overall)

Prophet: 1 / 3 - (1 / 6 overall)

Astyn: 3 / 3 - (3/3 overall)

 

mistaken: - (2 / 3 overall)

Truth: - (1 / 3 overall)

 

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Another quality show, good sir! Poor Red Skull just can't seem to get anything go his way. Damn Moonstone and Mr. Freeze jobbing on me, too. Crowd not feeling Killer Croc, eh. Guess every big promotion has to have an X-pac

 

Nice way of bringing the similarities of Bucky and Nightwing together as well. Can't wait to see what's going on with Apocolypse and who all the mystery people are!

 

top notch story telling. I think Marvel & DC could take some cross over pointers off you!

 

Loving these shows. Big thumbs up!

 

Thanks for all of the comments and positive feedback! It is very much appreciated.

[d_w_w]

Show will be up on Sunday.

 

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Preview of the Upcoming Issue of Spotlight

 

The Incredible Hulk vs. Captain Marvel

-Working on behalf of Stan Lee, Captain Marvel attempted and failed to explain the finer points of peace to the Incredible Hulk in the last issue of Spotlight. Now, he tries a different approach.

 

Storm vs. Superman

-After narrowly defeating Wolverine and sustaining several injuries, The Man of Steel finds himself face to face with the Master of Weather, Storm!

 

This issue also features appearances by: Iron Man, Wonder Woman, Loki, Lex Luthor, Wolverine, and more!

 

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Quick Picks:

 

The Incredible Hulk vs. Captain Marvel

Storm vs. Superman

[crayon]

The Incredible Hulk vs. Captain Marvel - Even though it doesn't feel like Captain Marvel is quite ready to beat Hulk clean, my gut says to bet on Batson

Storm vs. Superman - She can cover up the sun and Supes is injured. I think there'll be other factors to it than just a a matter of power, though.