- - -

MARVEL COMICS vs. DIGIMON!

Chapter Two

"God Complex"

- - -

DemiDevimon finished clumsily twisting the dials on the side of the
disruptor, and flitted up higher into the air, directing his attention at
the Impossible Man, who was sitting on a rock and nursing his wounds.
"Yo, slick!" the bat called.
"Yes, fangface?" the imp called back.
"Ready to go!"
"Ooh, we's a-goin' on a roadtrip, pa..." the elf chirped, skipping with mock
gaiety over to the Digimon and the disruptor. "So, what am I looking for
again?"
"I'm gonna send ya back in time about a year," DemiDevimon told him, "an'
put ya inside the base of this little snot that called himself 'the Digimon
Emperor.'"
"Okay..."
"Now, when yer there, you gotta look for a computer monitor, with what looks
like a gate on it," DemiDevimon explained. "He has a bunch of them. It's
called a Digi-Port, an' it's what kids use to get from this dimension's
"real world" into the DigiWorld."
"Di-Di-Di-Digi-Port," the Impossible Man sang, "Digi-Port, Digital gateway,
Digi-Port wastes my
ti-ime..."
DemiDevimon silenced the imp by smacking him over the head with his wing.
"It ain't a waste a' time! If we can link it up to this doohicky..." the bat
patted the disruptor, "...then we can have that little contest!"
"Ooh, well, that's different, then!" the Impossible Man squealed. "One to
beam down, Demi!"
"Shut yer yap and get goin'!" the bat snapped, slapping his wing down on the
activation button. "You've got an hour, the machine'll need to recharge
after that!" The white portal appeared in the air, and shimmered, more
stable this time, as the Impossible Man gleefully jumped through.

- - -

"Very nice, I like the cold, I like the damp, I like the feeling of utter
evil and despair..." the Impossible Man muttered to himself, looking around
his new surroundings as he bounced out of the other side of the portal.
Walls of cold stone surrounded him, and the quiet yet ever-present sound of
dripping water could be heard off in the distance. "Looks like this Emperor
kid really knows how to live..." the alien's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Well, best to get looking for that digi-portal-whoziewhatzis..."
The imp's soliloquy was rudely interrupted by the sound of a whip-crack down
the hallway. A groan floated to his ears, as a rasping shriek of a voice
screamed orders. The imp emitted a silent squeak as he heard something
coming up the hall in his direction, and hastily morphed into a stone block,
and lay at the base of the wall.
By and by, a small green insect creature slithered his way along, mumbled
softly, a red streak lining his back. Anger flared within the Impossible Man
as he saw the mark on the worm, enraged that such a harmless looking
creature had been treated in such a manner. But he stayed still, simply
sitting.
Wormmon happened to turn his head, and noticed the green block lying in the
hall. He looked at it for a second, and then shook his head. "Moss is
getting worse..." he said, in a voice that depressed even the perpetually
cheery imp, "...better fix that water leak, it can't be helping..."
When the worm had shuffled off out of view, the Impossible Man waited for a
further second or two, before bouncing into the air, and popping into a
perfect replica of Wormmon, his two-tone colour scheme for once enabling an
exact replication. "Now," he said, "let's go hunting!"

- - -

"And bingo was his name-o!" the Impossible Wormmon squeaked, staring up at
the small television set resting atop an electronics console in a larger
room somewhere else inside the base. "Now, just have to..."
"Wormmon, what are you doing in here?" a familiar voice asked.
The Impossible Man spun around, to see the form of a boy - about average
height for someone of his age, but towering over the imp while he was in
this form - clad in a gaudy blue and white costume, wearing a set of
purple-tinted shades, with an outrageous shock of blue-black hair.
Evidently, this was the Digimon Emperor.
"Erm, I was.. uh..." the Impossible Man searched for an answer.
"I told you to get to work modifying the data for integration into
Kimeramon," the Emperor snapped.
"Would you believe that's what I'm doing?" the alien inquired.
The Emperor blinked. "Are you okay, Wormmon? What's wrong with your voice?"
"Uhm... I've been sick, sir...."
"Well, don't expect any sympathy," the boy remarked. "Just get back to
work."
"Yes, sir."
As the Emperor turned on his heel and marched out of the room, the
Impossible Man stuck his tongue out at the boy, and made a crude noise. "Go
find a strobe light and burn, baby, burn..." the imp muttered angrily,
popping into his true form, and snatching the television monitor off the top
of the console. "Come to poppa, you huggable little boob tube, you!"
The Impossible Man popped into the form of a large hour glass, and inspected
his insides. "Like sands through the hour glass..." the imp chuckled. "Bat
boy better be punctual..."
A whooshing noise filled the room, as the portal ripped open the air,
causing the Impossible Man to grin even wider than usual.
"Ohh, he IS a good timekeeper," he noted. "Well, little Digi-Port, looks
like you and me have some trouble to be causing!" With a laugh that echoed
down the halls of the Emperor's fortress, the Impossible Man bounded into
the portal, monitor in hand, and fully prepared to cause more chaos than he
ever had before.

- - -

A dimension away, life continued as normal for Peter Parker, known to most
as the often Amazing, sometime Spectacular, and certainly Sensational
Spider-Man.
"Git down here an' fight like a MAN, insect!" the villain known as the Rhino
bellowed, shaking his massive fist at the wall crawling superhero, who was
presently adhered to the side of a building, having interrupted the Rhino's
attempt to hold up the nearby bank.
"Actually, I'm an arachnid," Spidey informed him, vaulting off the wall and
over the villain's head, "but don't worry, it's a common mistake."
"Quit bouncin' around!" the Rhino snorted, twisting around without the
slightest shred of grace, and barrelling towards Spidey, horn thrust
forward.
"And let you HIT me?" Spider-Man asked, standing his ground. "Goodness me,
how could I NOT have seen the sense in THAT before?"
Spidey casually side-stepped, allowing the Rhino to charge right past him,
and run a good thirty feet down the street before he realised what had
happened. He turned around again, and snarled. "Stay STILL, dammit!"
"Hey, I've got an idea," Spidey said, "how 'bout we play Freeze Tag?"
Holding his arms out, Spider-Man tapped the activation buttons on his
webshooters with his middle fingers, allowing two streams of sticky, grey
webbing to spew out at the charging Rhino.
"Freeze."
The webbing splattered against the villain's feet, sticking them fast to the
surface of the road, catching him in mid-stride. The Rhino groaned and swore
as he toppled over, and his face impacted with the road with incredible
force, shattering the tarmac, and knocking him completely unconscious.
"All in a day's work," Spidey grinned beneath his mask, sealing the Rhino up
in a tight cocoon of webbing. Within minutes, Guardsmen from the Vault - the
superhuman prison in Colorado - were soon arriving to apprehend the Rhino,
as Spider-Man watched from his perch on a flagpole some thirty stories up.
With a self-affirming nod, he shot off another webline, and swung wide
across the street.
The swing was interrupted, however, by more web - but not web of Spider-Man'
s creation.
"EW!" Spidey yelped, as he smacked straight into a large sheet of web,
stretched between two buildings, which had seemingly materialised from thin
air. "Where in the--?"
A guttural snarl caught the hero's attention, and he twisted around, held
fast by the sticky web, to see a highly disturbing sight. Slowly crawling
down the web towards him was something out of a nightmare - a gigantic,
black spider, that, rather bizarrely, appeared to be dressed up in
motorcycle gear. If his life wasn't apparently in peril, Spider-Man would
have laughed.
"I'm Dokugumon!" the spider cried, startling Spidey, who would never have
thought such a monstrous beast would have been capable of speech. "Welcome
to my parlour, said the spider to the... smaller spider!"
"Now, were you TRYING to hit every branch when you fell out of the ugly
tree, or did you just get lucky?" Spidey quipped, his confidence restored as
he wrested one of his hands free of the web, and immediately squeezed off a
thick stream of web fluid directly into the Dokugumon's eyes. The spider
shrieked in rage, as Spidey tore the rest of his body free, and bounced over
to an adjacent building, sizing up his enemy.
"EQUIS BEAM!"
A deep voice cut through the air, as a beam of greenish plasma streaked
downward, and smashed into Dokugumon, rupturing the web. Spidey jerked
around, and underneath his mask, his jaw dropped. Hovering in the air,
several feet away, was what appeared to be a horse, glad in sparkling golden
armour, with two large, shimmering wings protruding from it's back.
"Nice shot, Pegasusmon!" another voice was heard, as Dokugumon struggled to
regain her balance. This voice was high-pitched, and almost metallic, and it
was coming from a flying cat creature, not entirely dissimilar in basic
design to the horse, with silver armour, large wings, and a long tail
stretched out behind it, which soared in from the opposite direction.
"...did I just step into an episode of the Twilight Zone?" Spider-Man
queried, looking at the two creatures, who were swooping and soaring around
Dokugumon, as it hissed and spat.
"What should we do?" the horse inquired.
"Get rid of it!" a third voice echoed over from a nearby rooftop. "It's not
a Control Spire, but there's no Dark Ring or Spiral either!"
Spidey slowly climbed up the wall he was resting on, and hopped over the
ledge, to see two more figures, a girl and a boy, who looked to be about
eleven or twelve, calling to the two animals. The boy was the one who had
spoken.
"Hey, who're you?" the girl asked, detecting Spider-Man's presence.
"Uh, just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man," the hero replied. "But I
get the feeling that this isn't your average neighbourhood anymore..."
"GOLDEN NOOSE!"
The horse and cat looped around the Dokugumon, entwining it with a golden
energy beam they were protecting from their forelegs, and hoisting it off
the ground. Swinging around in the air, they built up momentum, until, with
the speed of thought, the energy beam disappeared, and the Dokugumon was
sent flying through the air. Spidey's senses picked up the faint splash as
it landed in the Hudson.
"Uhm..."
"You mind telling us where we are?" the boy asked. "One minute, we were in a
cavern, and the next thing we knew, we were here."
"You're... in Manhattan..." Spidey replied, staring at the two children.
"This isn't the DigiWorld?" the girl asked.
"Well, I know an electronics store named that, but..." Spidey couldn't tear
his eyes off the kids.
"Hey, what are you looking at, buddy?" the boy demanded.
"Don't think me rude," Spidey said, "but... what the HECK is WRONG with your
HEADS?!"

- - -

"I'm picking up reports of a disturbance near to your location, Tony."
"I'm late as it is, Jocasta..." replied Tony Stark, otherwise known as the
Invincible Iron Man, as he soared in the air over Manhattan in his famed
suit of armour, on his way to Avengers Mansion. Jocasta, the sentient
computer program who Tony had recently liberated from the clutches of Sunset
Bain, spoke again through his radio.
"It may be advisable to check it out."
"I'm sure someone else can handle i- WOAH!"
There was a hiss of boot-jets as Iron Man spun around in mid-air, trying to
get his bearings, having been thrown off course.
"What's wrong, Tony?" Jocasta inquired.
"Well, there's something you don't see every day..." Iron Man mumbled,
staring up at the massive behemoth of a ship which had materialised from
thin air right in front of him. It's surface was a dull brown-grey, with
various blinking lights flickering at certain points along it's surface. It
resembled, in the least flattering way, a giant slug.
"Preliminary scan," Tony commanded the armour, which immediately ran a
battery of analytical tests on the floating fortress. Tony blinked as the
readouts scanned across the inside of his mask.
"I think I'd better call the team in on this one."

- - -

Thor, God of Thunder and son of the omnipotent Odin, set his plate down, and
emitted a belch which shook the entire dining room within Avengers Mansion.
The other Avengers covered their ears.
"Am I to take it that the meal was to your liking, Master Thor?" Edwin
Jarvis, the Avengers' erstwhile butler, asked.
"Friend Jarvis," Thor replied, "your cooking rivals the delicacies of
ancient Asgard itself."
"I shall take that as a compliment," Jarvis responded, with a wry smile.
"I wonder what's taking Iron Man...?" Delroy Garret - codenamed Triathlon -
wanted to know.
"I contacted him on his communicard already," Captain America informed the
archer. "But I'll try again..."
Cap reached inside his belt, and produced the small card, pushing the button
to activate the communications channel. All he received was a stamp-sized
screenful of static. "Huh."
"What's wrong?" the Scarlet Witch asked.
"Can't get a response..." Captain America shook the card. "You try..."
One by one, the other Avengers in the mansion - Triathlon, Thor, the Scarlet
Witch, Wonderman and Warbird - all produced their communicards, and one by
one, all received the same response as the Captain's.
"Must be some kind of disturbance," Warbird suggested.
There was a thump that caught everyone's attention, as the Vision - the
android member of the team - slumped to the ground, clutching his stomach
and groaning.
"Hey, hey Vizh, are you all right?" Wonderman helped the robot to stand.
"I... I am not sure..." the Vision grunted out. "Some... form of...
electrical surge..."
"HEY! How deed YOU get een here?!"
Everyone in the room twirled around, as the doors on the opposite side of
the table were kicked open, and a thoroughly unpleasant-sounding voice
reached their ears. Everyone was considerably startled to see a large egg
standing in the doorway, with two stumpy green legs poking from holes in it'
s shell, and beady yellow eyes peering from the darkness inside another
crack, looking daggers at the Avengers.
"How deed you get een to my diner weethout me noticing?!" the egg screeched.
"All right, now, just calm down," Captain America warned, carefully walking
around the table, shield in hand, towards the egg-thing.
"Don't you tell ME to calm down, flag-features!" it screamed. "Thees ees my
diner, and I don't like eet when people sneak een!"
"Whaddaya mean, diner?" Triathlno spoke up. "This is Avengers Man... sh...
uh..."
Triathlon had swung his arm out to gesture at the ornate wooden walls,
decorated with portraits of past Avengers, but instead, found himself
pointing at bland, stone walls, painted over with white stucco. The other
Avengers were as startled as he was to realise they were suddenly surrounded
by rows of white, wipe-clean tables and seats, and the floor was now grey
and tiled, where a large red carpet had lain before. Captain America peered
out into the hall beyond the egg. The hallway was definitely that of
Avengers Mansion... and yet... the dining room now look like some kind of
truck stop. The egg stomped one of it's feet.
"You snuck een to my keetchen, and you STOLE!" it accused. "YOU STOLE!"
"We didn't steal anything!" Wonderman snapped.
"Oh, really?" the egg countered. "Then where deed that food come from?!" The
egg pointed with it's tip to the now-empty plates which lay on the table,
which Jarvis had been moving to pick up before the egg made it's entrance.
"I'd make you work een the keetchen to pay your beell off, but I don't
theenk I could trust you!" the egg barked. "You'll breeng ruin to the name
Digitamamon!"
"Now, just hold on a second..." Captain America started.
"Get OUT! And never darken my diner again!" the egg shrieked. "NIGHTMARE
SYNDROME!"
A stream of darkness spewed out of the crack in the egg, and flew around the
room in circles, enveloping all of the Avengers. Cap hacked at it with his
shield, as Thor attempted to pound it with Mjolnir, his hammer, but neither
of the attacks had any effect, as the ring of darkness closed around the
Avengers.
Before Jarvis's eyes, the Avengers vanished, as they were sucked inside of
the darkness. Digitamamon nodded, and the dark blob floated out one of the
windows, then he turned to Jarvis.
"What are YOU looking at?" he growled. "Get back een that keetchen! I have a
lot of hungry customers to feed!"

- - -

The Nightmare Syndrome casually floated through the air, until it was over
the sidewalk outside the mansion, where it erupted, vomiting the Avengers
out onto the pavement in front of some very startled passers-by. The
darkness winked out, and dazed heroes could do nothing more than just lie
where they had fallen, and try to fathom what on Earth had just happened.
"Heads up, team!" Iron Man's voice came from above, as his boot jets flared
and he lowered himself to the ground, as the team tried to untangle
themselves. "Laying down on the job?"
"It's hardly a laughing matter," Captain America said, getting to his feet.
"We just got thrown out of the mansion by a giant EGG."
"I'd say that WAS something to laugh about," Iron Man noted, "but that's
just me."
"Something very strange is going on here..." Triathlon muttered.
"What was your first clue?" Wonderman dusted himself off.
Iron Man pointed a metallic finger into the sky. "Whatever's going on, it's
a little bigger than a giant egg."
The Avengers followed their armoured companion's gaze, to see the huge stone
fortress that the Golden Avenger had nearly collided with earlier moving
with eerie silence across the sky.
"Ahoy there!" a cry was heard, as Spider-Man somersaulted from the top of
the nearest building and landed smartly in front of the assembled heroes.
"Looks like you've spotted the kookiness as well, huh?"
"You know something about all this?" Captain America asked.
"No more than you, Cap," Spidey replied, "but at least I've found two
characters who are willing to talk rather than crush, kill, destroy." The
webslinger gestured, as the horse and cat creatures swooped down from the
sky, landing a few metres away. The boy and the girl climbed off their
backs.
"Holy--!" Wonderman gawked, and was quickly silenced by a jab from the
Scarlet Witch's elbow.
"Shh!"
"But their HEADS...!"
"Hi, I'm T.K.," the boy introduced himself to the Avengers. "And this is
Kari." The girl waved.
"You're... involved in this somehow?" Iron Man queried, trying not to stare.
"If you are," another voice, gruff and raspy, came from the other side of
the street, "maybe you can explain why I woke up with a bunch of THESE
around me today?"
Wolverine, the feral member of the mutant outlaw team known as the X-Men,
stepped from the shadows of an alleyway, a cigar held firmly between his
teeth, and holding in his outstretched hand what appeared to be a small lump
of black Jell-O.
"Bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo," the Jell-O sang, as two curious golden eyes peeped
open on it's front. "Bo-bo-bo-bo-BO-BO!"
"It's a Botamon!" Kari exclaimed, taking the small blob from Wolverine and
as stomped over to the group. There was a rush of wind, as his team-mate,
Storm, descended from the heavens to stand alongside him.
"The mansion was overrun with these beings," Storm told everyone. "Wolverine
and I came to see if similar occurrences were happening anywhere else... I
think our question has been answered."
"Okay, we're making headway," Captain America said to Kari. "You know what
these monster things are?"
"Sure we do!" T.K. told him. "They're Digimon!"
"Yea, doth they ALL resemble eggs?" Thor spoke up.
"Well, they all start out as eggs," T.K. said. "But they hatch."
"Son, I think you'd better tell us everything you can about these things..."
Captain America started.
"...and that," Iron Man pointed at the fortress overhead.
T.K. and Kari looked up, and started in surprise. The horse and the cat were
equally shocked.
"It can't be...!" T.K. breathed.
"What IS it?" Iron Man asked.
"That's the Digimon Emperor's fortress..." Kari whispered.
"Digimon EMPEROR, now?" Wonderman was baffled.
"But if we're not in the DigiWorld..." T.K. took a step back, and staggered
a bit.
"DigiWORLD?" the Scarlet Witch gestured with her hands.
"I think we have a lot of explaining to do, T.K...."

- - -

"Oh, man, this is RICH!" the Impossible Man clutched his stomach as he tried
to reign in his fits of giggles. "Cap'n High Holy America, totally
butt-bustingly bamboozled!"
"Keep it down, slim," DemiDevimon instructed, as he and the imp watched the
goings-on from the dimensional divide, through a temporal window created by
the disruptor, which was now wired up to the Digi-Port monitor. "I think it'
s about time we kicked up the pace..."
The Digimon twisted knobs with his wings, and tapped a few buttons. "Simple,
really," he explained. "We just reach into any point in time in the
DigiWorld, yank whatever we want out, and use the Digi-Port to merge it up
with your world! Let's see, got the spider, got the egg, got the fortress,
got those two kids... OOH, I know!"

- - -

A bright flash of light momentarily blinded everyone, and when they could
see again, three more children with those oh-so bizarrely shaped heads were
standing on the sidewalk. Three equally surprised little creatures stood at
their feet and rubbed their eyes.
"Davis!" Kari exclaimed, at the sight of the first boy, who wore a jacket
with a flame decal, and a pair of goggles on his spiky-haired head.
"Yolei! Cody!" T.K. was just as surprised at the sight of the other two
children, one a girl dressed in what seemed to be a stylised pilot's suit,
the other a small boy dressed in a plain brown smock of sorts.
"What just happened?" the one Kari had called Davis asked. "We were... in
the forest... and then... HEY!!" Davis's eyes went wider than usual as he
laid eyes on the heroes in front of him. "You're CAPTAIN AMERICA!! WOW!! Can
I get your autograph?!"
Captain America rolled his eyes, as Davis sprinted over to him. "C'mon!" the
boy begged. "Sign my head!"
"You know these people, Davis?" the purple-haired girl asked, hands on hips.
"Well, I thought they were just comic book characters!" Davis squawked,
running around behind Iron Man. He rapped his knuckles on the armour. "Hey,
I've always wondered, how do you go to the bathroom in this thing?"
"They look real enough to me," Cody commented, as Davis jumped into the
Scarlet Witch's arms, but was promptly hoisted into the air by Wonderman.
"Hey, put Davish down!" the small blue lizard who had been with Davis cried.
"VEE HEADBUTT!"
"Veemon, no--!" Davis started, but it was too late, as Veemon drove straight
into Wonderman's gut, knocking the wind clean out of him and sending him
tumbling backwards, cracking the pavement as he hit. Wonderman grunted, and
removed his shades, exposing his glowing red eyes. "You want to play rough,
little guy?"
Davis immediately stepped in between Wonderman and Veemon, a lame grin on
his face, waving his hands. "He was just joking, sir!"
Wonderman snorted and put his glasses back on, as Davis delivered a slap to
the side of Veemon's head. "Don't mess with the superheroes!" he told him.
"Hey, I hate to break up this little love fest," Wolverine snapped, "but we
ain't exactly any closer to figgerin' out what's goin' on."
"Well, from up here, I can see that there appears to be a big ol'
observatory where the Chrysler Building used to be..." Spider-Man called
down from several stories up.
"By Odin's Beard," Thor swore, "the time for talking has long passed! Let us
take the battle to these creatures which now walk our world!"
"Shucks, mister," the yellow creature by Cody's legs spoke, "We're only
tryin' ta help..."
"Anyone else hear that?" Triathlon piped up for the first time, cupping a
hand to his ear, his enhanced senses detecting something.
"Yup, I got it," Wolverine nodded. "Looks like the gang's all here." The
mutant pointed a finger skyward, as the FantastiCar - the primary transport
vehicle for the Fantastic Four - came into view. In seconds, it had landed,
and the four heroes - Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic; Sue Richards, the
Invisible Woman; Benjamin J. Grimm, the Thing; and Johnny Storm, the Human
Torch - vacated their cockpits, and joined the assemblage. With them, they
had yet another boy, who was slim, with blue-black hair, wearing a grey suit
and holding a small, green worm-like creature, as well as Franklin, Reed and
Sue's child.
"Ken!" Davis greeted the new boy. "Where ya been?"
"Talking with Professor Richards," Ken replied, calmly, indicating Reed.
In Sue's arms, Franklin giggled happily. "More of 'em!" he burbled.
"Yes, it seems Franklin is quite familiar with these creatures," Reed said.
"What did you call them again, son?"
"Digimon!" Franklin squeaked. "It's my most favouritist show! I like
Veemon!"
"Shomeone mention my name?" Veemon peeked out from behind Davis's legs,
sending Franklin into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"Dis is gettin' very disturbin'," the Thing grunted.

- - -

"Okay, I got 'em all together," DemiDevimon informed his companion. "Time
for you to... WILL YOU QUIT LAUGHING?! Time for you to do your thing!"
The Impossible Man wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, and hopped over to
the temporal window. With a pop, he transformed himself into a towering
figure, complete with spiked armour, and numerous other threatening
aesthetics. "So, I just speak in this thing?" he pointed at the window.
"Just a sec, let me calibrate it... okay, go!"

- - -

"Sweet Mother McCree on a Monday morning!" Spider-Man exclaimed.
"What in the sam hill is THAT?" the Thing cried.
The sky above Manhattan Island contorted, and a fearsome silhouette
appeared, part of the very air, stretching as far as any of the heroes or
kids could see. The ground shook beneath their feet as it spoke.
"HEAR ME, INHABITANTS OF THE REAL AND DIGITAL WORLDS!" the shadow thundered.
"LONG HAVE I AND MY RACE WATCHED YOUR SEPARATE DIMENSIONS! THE POWER WITHIN
YOU ALL IS GREAT - BUT THE ETERNAL QUESTION WE HAVE ASKED: WHICH IS
GREATER?"
Traffic had come to a complete standstill, as everyone on the island stared
up into the sky at this awesome being.
"A CONTEST HAS BEEN ARRANGED - YOU WILL BATTLE EACH OTHER! THE DIGITAL WORLD
HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THIS WORLD - THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS HAVE BEEN DRAWN
FROM THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE, TO COLLIDE HERE, AND TO SETTLE AN ANCIENT
QUANDARY!"
"He's gotta be kiddin'!" Triathlon exclaimed. "What if we say we won't
fight?"
"IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE SOME CHOICE IN THE MATTER," the being spoke again, in
answer to Triathlon's unheard question, "REST ASSURED, YOU DO NOT! WHICHEVER
DIMENSION LOSES THIS CONTEST SHALL BE OBLITERATED - UTTERLY DESTROYED,
DELETED FROM REALITY!! AND IF NEITHER WORLDS SHALL FIGHT - THEN BOTH SHALL
BE ELIMINATED!"
"Crap," Triathlon groaned.
"I LEAVE YOU NOW - PREPARE FOR THE COMING WAR!! WHEN YOU ARE REQUIRED, WE
SHALL TAKE YOU! DO NOT THINK YOU CAN RESIST US!"
With startling suddenness, the shadow vanished from the sky, leaving the
entirety of Manhattan Island in a deathly silence.

- - -

"Bravo, bravo!" DemiDevimon clapped his wings, after shutting the temportal
window. "Couldn't have done a better performance myself!"
"I also do a good Hamlet," the Impossible Man smirked, morphing into his
true form again. "Great plan, Wings."
"I do have my moments," DemiDevimon grinned. "You and I both know they'd a'
never listened to us in a million years, so the only way to get 'em to
compete was to trick 'em!"
"And now you're gonna see that my world can kick your world's butt!"
"Sez you."

- - -

TO BE CONTINUED!

- - -

NEXT:

The battles begin!! Get ready for:

FLAMEDRAMON vs. THE HUMAN TORCH!

- in the story that had to be called:

"FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE!"

Also next time:

ANGEWOMON vs. STORM!

- - -