DOOM Disease

“All the pieces are falling into place…”

El Supervillaino roams in the midst of his eerie Doom Castle, stopping in one of the darkened rooms to attend to a game of… chess? A board is set up on a stone table, the Black pieces seemingly surrounding the White opposition in a checkmate. As he speaks, he flicks one piece after another off the table.

“Firstly, I have managed to open up TRIV to his true nature, and the potential he holds standing by my side as La Familia Del Abismo grows ever stronger! Then, I crushed that bringer of brainrot called Phonk and in victory I have left that petulant patriot Uncle Sam with no more excuses to deny me the fruit of my sinister labors!”

He removes the White King off the board, admiring it in the faint light.

“The Mettle Championship… it might have alluded my clutches once, but I will not be cheated again! Once that belt goes around my waist, my villainy will blacken the very heart of MASQ to its core! I will be Rouge Numero Uno forevermore!”

“All that stands in my way is a man who has not yet tasted defeat. A worthy adversary whose own mental aptitude might rival even my own twisted genius! The Luchadoc, Medico Muerte,”

“Yes Doctor, I am well aware of your exploits. How you have successfully manipulated and schemed your way to the upper echelon of this realm. In your wake you have left broken minds, broken bones, and seem to have shunned the Hippocratic Oath entirely. You even snuffed out the light of that foolish Knight El Masko! Indeed, you have some admiration from my shriveled heart.”

“I bet you already have concocted the perfect formula to defeat me. To surround yourself in a realm of 10’000 tacks, their brass points prepared to dig into our flesh, and somehow leave with your belt in hand, one step closer to even greater glories…”

Suddenly the towering villain smacks the board off the table.

BUT YOU WILL FAIL! Your snake oil remedies might be capable of euthanizing the rest of this roster, but the Caos of EL SUPERVILLAINO is a disease you cannot cure! I will spit out your poison pill, resist the Lethal Injection, and should that lovely Nurse Nightengale try and get involved… she will be the one to end up in traction!”

“Medico, I truly could use a man of your talents in my family, and I hope that once I take that championship off your bloodied and perforated husk your eyes might open how they have for TRIV. A glorious, unyielding reign of DOOM and PURE EVIL on this world… under my rule.”

“I await our appointment Doctor… I shall not be late,”

With another cackle, Supervillaino makes his leave, allowing us to see the figure at the other side of the board to be… a weathered skeleton.