Doom held out his hand and the Thing was taken off of his feet and soon was choking for air as Doom’s hand tightened into a fist. “Doom does not recall addressing you, Mr. Grimm. You should know better than to repeat the mistakes of a boy half your age. Be silent.” Doom released his hold on the Thing and watch with a satisfied grin as Grimm kneeled before him, even if it was only to gasp for air. “Is this what you have been reduced to? Confronting me when I have done nothing wrong? Let me surmise the situation. Richards likely told you some fantastical story about how I, the great Doctor Doom, was doing something awful to everyone and needed to be stopped. While it is none of your business regardless, I am simply partaking in this world’s longstanding tradition of Pokémon trainerism. As usual your blind faith in this pathetic man Reed Richards has led you to foolishly stand in my way. Turn aside now and I will grant you mercy.”
Susan noticed out of the corner of her eye that Reed was fidgeting the way he always would when caught in a lie. She sighed, the things she did for love. “I think there is only one way to settle this, Victor.” She removed her cloak to reveal two Pokeballs on her belt.
Doom chuckled. “What a foolish endeavor. To think you could defeat me in a Pokémon battle? Hopeless.”
Susan let out a wry chuckle. “Not just me, Victor.” As she said this Doom noticed that Grimm, the now soaked Johnny Storm, and even Reed Richards each had two Pokeballs on their belt.
Doom crossed his arms. “Very well, I have shown you all of the kindness my honor demands. If you wish to charge headlong into defeat Doom will not stop you. I accept your ill-fated challenge. Come.”
And so started the epic Pokémon battle between Doctor Victor Von Doom and the Fantastic Four commenced.