Doctor Doom watched as Jonathan Storm stepped forward to be the first challenger. This didn’t surprise Doom, the boy was always the stupidest of his little group.
An achievement.
“So eager to be defeated, Mr. Storm? Very well. Doom welcomes your demise!”
Johnny snarled at Doom. “I see you are the same as ever, Doom. Always so arrogant and smug. You aren’t going to be that way for long. We have scoured the world for some of the rarest and most exotic species of Pokemon and have trained day and night for a week for this battle!”
“I have conquered worlds in less time! Do not be so proud to flaunt your futility at me, boy. Now start battling before I regale you with all of the horrible things I did to your sister in alternate timelines!”
Johnny paled at Doom’s implication. “Flame on!” Johnny screamed as he simultaneously turned into the human torch and flung a Pokeball. The Pokemon that appeared out of the ball was a giant orange dog with black markings all over its body.
”Arcanine, a Legendary Pokemon. Arcanine are known for their reckless stupidity, sometimes mistaken for bravery, as well as their loyalty to their masters. It is quite a strong Pokemon despite its personality flaw so it is suggested to brutally slaughter it to set the tone.”
Despite a rough start to its existence Doom was starting to like his new Pokedex invention more and more. Doom found that butchering things tended to set some sort of tone, one way or another, and tossed a Pokeball into the field of battle.
With a buzz Logan the Beedrill entered the battlefield for the first time since his grave injuries against Richards’ Zapdos. Logan swiped its metallic blades a few times and then set its sights on the Arcanine.
The Arcanine was not about to be scared of a bug and roared defiantly in the general direction of Doom and his Pokemon. Johnny smiled at his Pokemon, he too making the tragic mistake of confusing stupidity with bravery. “It is going to take more than bugs to win this battle, Doom! Arcanine, Flamethrower!”
“Destroy,” Doom ordered.
Logan blurred out of the way of the fire attack and charged directly at the Arcanine which had to take a step back to avoid getting impaled by one of Logan’s blades. It was not so diligent to avoid the second one, however. The Arcanine did not have time to register what was happening before the metallic blade cruelly ripped through the flesh of its neck with no regards for the life it was ending. As the blood spurted out of the neck, the now detached head fell from the dog Pokemon’s shoulders only for Logan to quickly spear it with his other blade and place it over its own head in a clear sign of triumph.
Doom was pleased to see Logan was getting into the spirit of competition.
“Let that be a lesson, Mr. Storm,” Doom said contemptuously. “Always keep your head in battle, lest you lose it permanently.”
Doom: 1
Fantastic Four: 0
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Sir Chris
The Cult of Personality.