Takahara looked down at his watch. Across many worlds, the fun was starting.
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Shocker+: The Chibu Corps
A black-haired young man and several others about his age stood on top of a castle wall, looking out over the horizon.
...We all survived the fall of Wall Maria and completed our training. We survived so many hardships, and today, we take the fight to the Titans!It was then that a tremendous, skinless figure appeared in a flash of lightning behind him, kicking in the city gates and sweeping the defensive cannons off the wall.
Ah shit! The wall's broken and the Titans are gonna get in! And the people will get eaten by the Titans! And the land will get taken over by the Titans!As the smaller giants rushed into the hole made by their titanic companion, three figures in a shadowy alleyway drew strange dolls, along with red and silver
devices. Placing the devices to the foot of the dolls, the devices called out in unison:
MONSLIVE! NEO PANDON!
MONSLIVE! KYRIELOID!
MONSLIVE! BIRDON!a few of the Titans on the ground looked up as they raised a human toward their mouth... only to be crushed with a sickly crunch by the immense weight of creatures even larger than the skinless giant. The humans of the city looked on in awe and terror as the creatures walked forward, crushing the Titans that so terrorized them like they were rotten fruit. Of course, that would do them no good if the neck of the Titan wasn't destroyed... which seemed to be the case as the dragon-creature and bird-creature brought their feet down, slicing the head and neck of the Titans to ribbons as they advanced toward the larger one. The skinless beast seemed to maintain its focus on the man on the wall... which proved to be its undoing.
First came the razor-sharp beak of Birdon, able to cut steel and mortar as easily as paper. It pecked into the creature's skull, injecting a poison that had stopped the hearts of far larger prey. Next, Neo Pandon's heads began breathing fire, melting away the sections of stone wall where the flames passed, bathing the Colossal titan- the only creature present a match for their size and strength- in a blazing inferno as the boy on the wall turned in fury at the creatures that would dare steal his kill. This was soon irrelevant, as the Kyrieloid jumped over the other two monsters, a blazing flame cloaking its fist as it slammed into the ground, a tremendous eruption of magma shooting up and melting away what remained of the wall. When the smoke cleared, there was a long, ashen cavity up the bisected form of the colossal Titan where its spine, head, and neck used to be- the line of the volcanic blast and flaming attacks of the monsters. The arms and legs fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The three monsters proceeded to laugh.
On the opposite wall, a
golden humanoid stood dancing, pelvic thrusting and laughing at the quick work his comrades made of these knockoff Ultramen. He raised his own silver device to his mouth and began speaking into it.
"Alien Commander Exceller, this is Sergeant P'ultoi with a progress report! The first of the Colossal Titans has been swept aside like teeny little rats... but it seems there are several built into the walls. Want we should make some Sparkdolls, or just salt the earth?"
"Already dead? Magnifique!
These Titans are less than merde
in comparison to the might of Shocker+! They will make an excellent display of our power... After all, we can not let the Kaijin or Shocker Cyborgs outdo us! Finir
your extermination, P'ultoi. They aren't worth the Dark Spark Power. Soon, our Great Leader's plans will come to fruition, and Shocker+'s power- The power of the GREAT LEADER- shall bring the worlds to their knees!"The golden man on the castle wall and the voice over the communicator-cum-transformation device shared a maniacal laugh in unison.
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Shocker+: Team Thunderbolt
You're heading to Athas. It's kind of a shithole.Eric Bolton, alias
Mr. Thunder, grumbled. That was a heck of an understatement. The dark red sun of Athas beat down, making the slog in the Thunderbolt Gang's signature masks miserable. But Takahara, an accountant who had worked for him under Thunderbolt, and later as an accountant for Lexcorp (and, off the record, the Legion of Doom) had a great head for business. If Takahara saw a business opportunity here, then it was worth using the J-Dial to get here and skip the Gith blockade which normally tried to keep travellers out... for their own safety.
Once a blue planet teeming with life, Athas had since been stripped of its fertility by the use of corrupting magic and the decay of its sun, now a red giant. It was a sun-burnt land forsaken by the gods, water, and hope. The natural resources had been depleted and a lack of metal had resulted in the use of wood, obsidian and bone for weapons, tools and other common equipment. In such a harsh and unforgiving land, even the most mundane of creatures has developed psionic abilities in response to the constant struggle for survival.
Knowing Takahara, everything wrong with this shithole planet would factor into his plans eventually. But for now, the men of the Thunderbolt Gang had a job- and thanks to the blueprints they stole from the Central City evidence locker, it was going to be a lot easier. Their tremendous metal war machines came in as the J-Dial continued ringing without pause, more and more of the Thunderbolt Gang's masked henchmen coming into the endless desert of Athas. They looked down into a fairly protected valley, far away from any of the cities or villages and still barren of life... for now.
"Okay boys, you remember what
Boss Shocker said! We're going to make this miserable place a lot
better... and earn our weight in gold doing it! First, use
Captain Cold's freeze ray to whip up a lot of
ice!"
The masked men raised their cryoguns, spraying an ever-growing glacier onto the desert valley below. One of the tanks readied its own weapon, giving off a low whirring sound as it began to build up power.
"Next,
Heat Wave's Thermo-Ray! We'll
melt that
ice and turn this little crapsack of a valley into an
oasis!"
The tank finally fired, a red beam streaking down to melt the ice, the parched earth gulping the water down- the first water this valley saw in ages.
"Now for the important part! That daffy dame from Gotham, Poison Ivy, gave Takahara some special seeds for this! Get to work spreadin' em!"
A few hours and a lunch break later, Mr. Thunder reached to his side and pointed a wand- actually a complex mechanical device- skyward. Several of the other Thunderbolt Gang members did the same.
"And now... we use the wand of the
Weather Wizard to call up a
downpour!"
Large, black clouds formed overhead as they spun the wands over their heads, thunder rumbling and a gentle wind picking up- both strange sights in this barren world. Sure to attract attention from locals. Well, that was why they had the rest of the Rogues' designs, and a few more surprises from the evidence lockers of their home universe. Already, Poison Ivy's seeds were breaking through the sand to form a beautiful island of water, greenery, and life in the ocean of misery, sand, and death.
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Shocker+: The Black Mist Wrestling Federation
The Demon Making Plant. Located in the scenic forests of Mt. Fuji. Home of the greatest evil supermen of this world. A perfect place for a man hoping to find mighty warriors to strengthen an evil Organization. Two cloaked figures walked through the doors, into a room where a blood-stained wrestling ring sat. They'd called ahead and challenged the wrestlers here to a match. Of course, there was an etiquette among wrestlers, and that required showmanship.
Sunshine, the head of the dMP, stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the room, a staged training exercise for their guests- and the cameras- underway. They'd already completed the secretive Twelve-Hour Muscle Hell training regimen for the day. Sunshine the Sand Monster spoke up, crossing his arms and standing before the ring.
"Those robes... are you two with the Hell Missionaries?"
"No... I represent a New World Order... a Worlds-wide Wrestling Federation... and we're here to put your Bad Attitude to good use."
Sunshine's sandy face turned into a grimace of suspicion. That... was a voice he knew. It wasn't the one from the phone call, though- that was an ex-accountant from the dMP asking if a few of Sunshine's wrestlers could put some recruits for his stable through the ringer. This, though... this was...
"I know that voice... You're... you were banned from the Superman Wrestling Circuit thirty years ago!"
The hooded figure threw away his cloak and began laughing, echoing throughout the gynmasium.
"And now, free from the shackles of the Aztec demon Luar, The Black Mist Federation returns! The 20th century's most brutal stable of Supermen! And with my 13 Superman Cyborgs, I have come to challenge the dMP for the services of its students- if I win, I shall have my pick of them for Black Mist's future endeavors!"
Sunshine took a step back, gritting his teeth. This... wasn't what he expected. He'd worked out a deal with Takahara to showcase some of the dMp's talent during a big gladiatorial thing coming up, but he'd assumed that the people he put in the ringer wouldn't be veteran Brutal Supermen like Black Mist. Still, a good test of the skills of his students.
"What's the matter, Sunshine? Is it that I,
Satan Demon, and my comrade Red Bloody Hell are so terrifying that you can not speak?!"
"Not so much, old man! The Demon Making Plant accepts your challenge! But if we win, you're working to teach our students. Best of three, three of your wrestlers versus three dMP supermen!"
The omnipresent ringside announcers chimed in.
What a horrible turn of events! That once-banished Dark Wrestling Federation, Black Mist, has returned to challenge the students of the dMP for their membership in the stable! It looks like the matchup's going to be...
First, we'll have Senketsu "Red Bloody" Hell vs. the dMP's Boaconda!
Next Black Mist's Cyborg Soldier "Bloody Hornet" will face off against The Pumpinator!
And finally, the oddly familiar Devil Spider will see if his wicked web can ensnare Hercules Beat-All!
No matter how this goes, the Superman Wrestling Circuit will never be the same! Black Mist, whose wrestlers were so brutal they were supposed to be forever banned from competitive events, and the dMP, the academy where evil Supermen go to learn the violent techniques the Black Mist Federation perfected! The future of the sport may hang in the balance, so... Let the match begin!
- High School
