Superverse

03:50 The_Spider: Walking down a sparsely crowded street, I begin to feel a tingle on the back of my neck, realizing my spidey sense is going off. I look around and see nothing of interest that could be setting it off. I dart towards an empty alley and change into my spidey suit. "Looks like another night of no sleep before class," I think to myself, the excitement of a criminal encounter keeping my adrenaline and motivation up. I run up the side of the building and begin to swing in the direction of my spidey sense, almost like a game of "hot and cold." It brings me to a parking lot. Confused, I begin to consider what my senses are telling me. I walk around atop the cold pavement, the moon lighting up the space. That's when I see it, the parking attendant's booth doubles as an elevator! I slowly approach, webbing up and disabling the attendant, "Sorry man, I mean, sorry if you are just a guy. Well, whatever, good luck I guess!" I say to him, unsure if he is bad or just doing his job. I find the button

03:52 The_Spider: and begin to descend into the ground, what feels like minutes of traveling. It finally stops, the doors open to a large space. I realize that I must have discovered a new criminal headquarters located in the middle of midtown. I step out of the elevator, 5'6", 135lbs of super muscle and confidence. My skin tight suit revealing my toned, slender frame. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!' I shout into the open void.

04:05 The_Russian_Hammer: This was our most daring mission yet. Working carefully over the past several weeks, we had set up a secret facility deep beneath the streets of Manhattan. We had a very specific purpose… a diabolical purpose. Our engineers and researchers had just finished assembling a neural inhibitor, a device capable of emitting an energy wave with the power to instantly shut down the consciousness of the minds of every man, woman, and child in New York City. Then, we could issue simple commands to the ‘zombified, mind-wiped’ humans. Turning them into a vast army of slaves. And who were we?

04:05 The_Russian_Hammer: We were the Red Fist, an organization formed of discontented die-hards refusing to accept the collapse of the USSR, contained in their ranks generals, scientists, soldiers, engineers. And me, Dmitri Romanov, code name, "The Russian Hammer", a former Spetsnaz, an elite Soviet Commando, trained as a brutal hand to hand fighter, weapons expert, torturer, infiltration specialist. But not just any man. When I joined the Red Fist, I had volunteered to undergo a highly experimental procedure, to take on a dose of a serum, a serum that had been thought lost after the rise of Captain America, a serum that the renegade scientists of the Red Fist had spent years rediscovering. The serum rewrote my DNA to increase the density of my muscles, providing me with super human strength, endurance, speed, agility, healing factor, and toughness.

04:06 The_Russian_Hammer: Deep in our facility, I stood, standing over 6’ tall, packing 300 pounds of savage, military-trained, super soldier enhanced muscle, I wore my battle gear, my heavy reinforced combat boots, my thick, carbon fibre black fatigues with red stripes running down the sides, a utility belt at my waist, and a muscle-hugging black carbon-fibre top that showed every bulge and curve of my power packed, muscular physique. My hands were glad in flexible, metallic gauntlets composed of pure Vibranium. The trademark of the Red Fist, a Soviet Era Red Star, was emblazoned on the chest of my battle top.

04:06 The_Russian_Hammer: The device was beginning it’s power up sequence, when one of the guards alerted me. I came over and saw to my annoyance that somehow, unbelievably, Spiderman had found our secret entrance in the car par above. Of course… his ‘spider senses’ would warn him of the impending danger from our device. With a surge of speed and power, I darted out of the command center, to meet the web slinger in the vast open cavern at the bottom of our elevator. Just a moment or so after Spiderman reached the bottom, I swung open the double doors, striding out, with a snarl on my face to greet the web slinger. “Ah Spiderman, so good of you to visit us today. I’m afraid your visit will be protracted however… it will be permanent and very painful… for YOU!”

04:13 The_Spider: In typical fashion, the enemy appears with a grand entrance. One thing I will never get over is how far reaching my name and fame is, hearing this Russian beast use my name is a reminder of just how powerful and crucial I am to New York. I swagger towards you, not even using my webs, my chest puffed out, each step deliberate and confident. "Hi there, what should I call you? Russian big dude? Cute accent guy? Inmate #3324335? Well, I got things to do tomorrow, so lets have some fun!" Without taking my mask-eyes off of you, I shoot a web towards the abnormally high ceiling which allows me to swing towards you like a pendulum, aiming my right foot right at your head, slamming my sole into your face.

04:20 The_Russian_Hammer: I watch with an amused expression on my hard face as you saunter towards me with an arrogant stride. It's clear that you don't know who I am. The Red Fist has been keeping a low profile, until now, so I'm not suprised. My expression doesn't change as you finish your clever little speech. You sling your web and launch yourself towards me. Then, moving with a blur of speed that makes it perfectly clear I am no ordinary man, I slip my head out of the way of your swinging kick, and bring my right, gauntleted hand up to seize your ankle. Every muscle in my body tenses with brutal might as I seek to rip you hard off your slung web, roaring "My NAME is THE RUSSIAN HAMMER!" as I try to use your body like a club, wanting to smash you face first into the floor of the chamber by your ankle.

04:32 The_Spider: Swinging through the air, a strange anomaly occurs. My lenses must be getting disrupted by something, I see your body move in ways that aren't possible. Its not until I see your gauntleted fingers close around my ankle that I realize that what I am seeing is actually happening, feeling your powerful grip squeeze my ankle with an intense force, ripping me away from my web. I claw in "TWHIP WHIP," I throw my arms back and aim my palms towards the rafters above, shooting webs from both webshooters to connect from above and neutralize your attempted slam into the cold concrete. My face still touches the ground, but the impact is lessened to a small bump. I kick with my free foot at your gauntlet which currently is trapping my right ankle. "Russian Hammer, huh? So, as smart as a hammer" Yeah, that sounds a bout right."

04:40 The_Russian_Hammer: My steel cabled muscles ripple with might as I strain to smash you face first to the floor, but with blindingly fast reflexes, you shoot out a spray of webs to cushion your fall. You lash out with your free foot towards my gauntlet, but you are not the only one with fast reflexes. All that does is bring your other ankle into range of my free hand. Like a viper, I snatch that ankle. Now, with both your ankles in my savage grip, I snarl back, "Impressive, little spider, but in the end, you are just a bug, to be squashed." I try to split your legs, lifting you slightly at the same time, and drive my combat boot right up the middle, aiming a colossal kick directly towards your crown jewels!

04:49 The_Spider: I yelp as my left foot is now also in your possession, your free hand using its crushing force to ensure full control over my legs. On my back with both legs in the air, you begin to slowly spread my legs open. You feel my muscles tense and my legs trying desperately to push back against your impressive strength. I begin to let out a growl as my strength is being overpowered, my legs spreading wider and wider as I am slowly lifted up into the air. I look around to try and find a nearby object to use as a defense when I see a large pillar. I shoot my web towards it and turn my attention back to you just as your giant boot slams down into my open legs. My body flails uncontrollably as the pain from your stomp flows through me like an electric current. I let out a loud scream, my hands forgetting about the pillar and now focused on removing your boot from my groin.

04:55 The_Russian_Hammer: Sweat is beading on my brow, and my arms are flexed like the guns of battleships as I fight to outmuscle your legs. Your own strength is impressive! But slowly, inch by inch, my combat-forged super soldier muscle splits you like a wishbone. I catch sight of you desperately trying to save yourself with another web, but I strike just in time, my heavy combat boot burying itself deeply in that heroic bulging package, interrupting your attempts. I snarl, "What? Is the famously witty Spiderman at a loss for words? No clever comebacks?" Your hands grab my ankle trying to protect your injured manhood. I drop your ankles, then step up, letting all my 300 pounds of super soldier muscle drive down into your balls for a moment, before dropping down with my other knee, aiming it like a spear for your solar plexus, as I cock my right, gauntleted fist, the thick bicep straining the seams of my battle uniform.

04:55 The_Russian_Hammer: I look to coordinate my knee drop to your solar plexus with a jaw-shattering right cross, aiming my heavy gauntleted fist for your masked jaw!

05:04 The_Spider: "What? Is the famously witty Spiderman at a loss for words? No clever comebacks?" ... The noticeable lack of my typical demeanor by you stings. Feeling your boot bury itself into my cock has my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head, a painful sensation that I have not experienced before. Your knee then slams down into my chest just as you release my legs, allowing them to fall to the ground like sticks. I let out another yelp feeling your body's weight try to crush my ribs , which would have happened due to the force if it weren't for my incredible ability to endure such attacks. However, the pain is just as incredible as a normal person would feel, if not more. Fighting through the suffering, I see your gauntlet pull back and aim for my jaw. Swiftly, I grab your fist with both hands, stopping your fist right before it slams into my face. My arms shake viciously as I continue to push against your fist which hovers inches from my jaw. My teeth clenched and groaning from the…stress of my muscles, "I think you need a taste of your own medicine," I say, one word at a time, each word my confidence increases as I position my right leg, bringing my knee up with a swift kick into your crotch, continuing to slam my knee over and over as hard and fast as I can.

05:12 The_Russian_Hammer: My knee drives deep into Spiderman's chest with a satisfying crunch, but the webslinger once more shows off his own incredibly impressive power, catching my hurtling fist in both hands! My eyes narrow, as I tighten my core, drawing on more power as I slowly begin to force Spiderman's trembling hands down, my fist creeping towards his face. Then suddenly, from behind I feel Spiderman's knee strike up into the narrow gap between my legs, smashing into my crotch from the rear. A wave of agony knifes through my manhood as my guts roil in pain. Snarling in pain and rage, I throw myself forward, over Spiderman's head, shoulder rolling and springing back up to my feet, facing the sometime Avenger in a battle stance, my nuts throbbing. "You are only prolonging the inevitable, Spiderman. Tonight, you die."

22:31 The_Spider: "You are only prolonging the inevitable, Spiderman. Tonight, you die." I smirk under my mask, the lenses react so you can see my near eye roll. “Yeah yeah yeah, I’ve heard it a thousand times before.” I start to circle you, walking slowly and with confidence, never taking my eyes off you. “The last guy told me he was gonna rip my limbs off like a real spider, but look!” I point to my legs, “I’m still intact! Just promise me you’re gonna rethink your choices while in prison, then I’ll go easy on ya,” I wink with my lense. I see the anger on your face and I can’t help but smile. I aim my wrists at a large pillar that’s behind you, shooting webs from both web shooters and propelling myself towards you, my right foot aiming for your lower abs.

The_Russian_Hammer: My eyes are carefully tracking the movements of Spiderman. His speed and agility, his skill with those webs of his are legendary. But my own combat skills are up to the task. I don't react to his snarky banter, not yet, biding my time. Suddenly, he fires two streams of webbing at the pillar behind me, propelling himself towards me with blinding speed, his right foot on a collision course with my abs. Time to teach this over-confident, powerful superhero a lesson in fighting 101. My quads coil slightly, and I release a surge of super soldier power, flipping over Spiderman's hurtling body with the grace of an elite fighter, twisting mid flight so I land facing his back. I coil my legs again, and launch myself at him in a flying shoulder tackle, timing my impact so that I will spear him in the small of his back with my shoulder just as he reaches the pillar where his webs are anchored.

10:21 The_Spider: My Spidey powers allows me to see time differently than others. It gives me the ability to really focus on high stress moments and react faster than the normal person. It's likely one of my best superhuman powers besides the web slinging and super strength. Somehow, in mid flight with the intent to drop kick the Hammer, he was able to not only evade my maneuver, but do so at such a speed that I could not anticipate or counteract his movements. Worse than the defense was the fact that he then attacked from behind, propelling his shoulder right into my back, the impact crushingly painful, causing me to crumple to the ground and slide across the cement floor. I partially sit up, leaning on one elbow while my other shoulder is off the ground, i feel massage the small of my back that took the most force, the pain radiating from that point like a nerve got hit.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: Despite all his skills, his "spider sense", his strength, and his web-slinging, Spiderman has never faced an opponent like me before, with reflexes, training, and speed able to react every bit as quickly as Spiderman. My shoulder crunches into his back, and I can feel how much damage the impact has done to you. I quickly regain my footing, relentlessly continuing my assault. I drop down on top of you, as you lean up one elbow, massaging your spine with your other arm behind your back. I reach out with my right hand, wrapping it around the wrist trying to comfort your aching back.

My fingers, sheathed in the pure adamantium of my gauntlets, dig like spikes into the soft underside of your wrist... seeking out your webshooters, trying with all my crushing might to damage and destroy them, as my biceps bulge with power, trying to push you down onto your chest and drive your trapped arm further up behind your back in a brutalizing hammerlock. I snarl, finally replying to your last jibe, "I am far more resourceful than the 'last guy' you fought Spiderman, where he failed, I will succeed. Perhaps if you rethink your life choices, I may spare you." Throwing your last words back into your teeth.

10:21 The_Spider: Before I can even turn over, you're on top of me, pushing me back down to the ground. I yelp as you grab my wrist tightly with your gauntlet, then I truly scream once I feel your gauntlet fingers begin to dig into my wrist, I can feel the web shooters in my right wrist begin to collapse and deactivate, the pain of your fingers digging into my flesh is unnerving, an act I had not expected to happen while fighting a villain. Then I feel you grip my wrist tighter and begin to force it up my back, causing loud grunts from me the further up you force the hammerlock. "I am far more resourceful than the 'last guy' you fought Spiderman, where he failed, I will succeed. Perhaps if you rethink your life choices, I may spare you." I slam my left fist into the ground, grunting as I begin to do a one handed push up with you on my back, torturing my right arm in a brutal hammerlock. "I...WILL...ALWAYS...FIGHT...EVIL!" I respond, exerting tremendous amounts of energy and showing casing a powerhouse of strength to you. You can feel my right arm fighting back hard in the hammerlock, pushing back against your strength.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: Spiderman is strong... his strength on par with my own, easily. Every combat-forged muscle in my massive Russian super soldier body flexes and ripples with power, cords stand out on my neck, and the seams of my battle uniform start to stretch as my muscles flex with awesome might, sweat bursting forth from my skin as I fight to out muscle you. You press up one handed, your left hand planted on the ground, exerting tremendous power as you try to push me off you. Your right arm strains against my grip, but I feel things in your right wrist start to crunch and collapse even as your muscles ripple with super hero might.

As my legs are firmly planted on either side of your hips, my own right hand joins the battle. Straining to contain your muscle, I pull back my right fist, clenching that adamantium gauntleted fist, then with a roar, I unload that fist down in a low arc, looking to collide with your undefended masked jaw like an artillery shell as you are straining to lift me off you in that one handed push-up, the force and power of my blow magnified many times over by the brutal gauntlets I'm wearing. I roar at you, "IT IS ... VERY .. DIFFICULT ... TO FIGHT ... EVIL... WHEN .. YOU .. ARE DEAD.."

10:21 The_Spider: Straining my body, fighting your weight coupled with forced contortion of my arm in your hammerlock, required tremendous amounts of my energy to fight back. By the time I even noticed the gauntlet swinging down towards my face, it was too late. I could see it coming in slow motion, but it was moving faster than my reflexes could possible match. I threw my head back as fast as I could while lifting our bodies up in the one handed push up in order to avoid being killed by your punch. BOOOOOOOM, your gauntlet slams into my face, but luckily just the skin of my chin, ripping off part of my mask as your fist razored through. My body then fell back to the ground, my face hitting the concrete floor while my left arm collapsed. "fuck..." i murmur, the pain from the partial hit and my body slamming back into the ground while you're still on top of me, cranking on that hammerlock is too much to handle. my mind races around, trying to think of exit strategies.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: I grunt, as your speed and reflexes once again prevent me from delivering the deadly blow I'd intended, and instead my fist lands a glancing blow across your chin, ripping a part of your mask off. But the blow was enough, causing you to collapse back down to the floor, your left hand giving out as the aftershock of my blow to your chin knocks you down. Immediately, my left arm flexes as I tense my core, drawing on a savage surge of power, that left arm rippling with Russian super soldier strength, my fingers continuing to stab into your right wrist as I push that arm up further and further, seeking to cripple your right arm and shoulder brutally as I drive your arm further up your back, putting enormous strain on your right shoulder. I snarl down at you, "I will rip you to pieces, bit by bit Spiderman. I will smash your body, crush you like the bug you are. And I will enjoy every second of your suffering and agony."

Sweat drips down off my face to splash between your shoulder blades, and dribbling down onto your trapped right arm. My own right arm raises up, and then swings down, with another roar of force, aimed like a wrecking ball at the exposed ribs of your left side.

10:21 The_Spider: Your massive 300lb super-soldier strength frame still saddled atop me, keeping firm control over my body and right arm. The pressure you exert on my right arm is paired evenly with the force I use to keep my wrist from sliding up my back any further, my arm trembling from the sheer amount of stress it’s under. Then, a sudden boost in your strength gives you ungodly amounts of power, your fingers now digging into the flesh of my wrist to cause more pain rather than to destroy and disable the webslinger that has already been crushed. You’re able to overpower my own strength and continue to savagely crank up the pressure on the hammerlock, I let out cries of pain, slamming my own forehead into the ground, my left palm pushing up against the concrete in a vain attempt to once again push myself off the ground. “I will RIP you to pieces, BIT by BIT Spider-Man, I will SMASH your body, CRUSH you like the bug you are,” torquing on my arm with more aggression with each capitalized word, I scream at each moment of the torturous hammerlock. I feel the ligaments and muscle in my shoulder and arm begin to give way to your power, the pain more than enough to cause a normal man to pass out. I know you’re only moments away from permanently crippling my arm, my fingers on my right hand dance as you continue to dig your own gauntlet fingers into the nerves and tissue of my wrist. I peer over just in time to see you setting up another deadly swing, this time aimed at my exposed side. I force my eyes shut, nearly giving up due to the obvious inequality of our powers, realizing this might be it, is might die here. Your head lowers to whisper into my ear, “…and I am going to enjoy every second of your suffering and agony.” No, I think to myself, this will not be my ending. I open my eyes, grunting with renewed confidence and determination, with my left palm still anchored to the concrete ground, I use my left webshooter to shoot a powerful web through my left wrist into the ground…

10:21 The_Spider: propelling both of our bodies to the right like the kickback from a shotgun going off. This pushes you off of me and frees my right arm from your deadly hammerlock. I rollover several times due to the force of the web blasting maneuver I just performed. Once stabilized, I get up on one knee and one foot, moving my right arm slowly with shrieks of pain, realizing that it is unlikely that my right arm will be useful for the rest of this encounter, potentially longer. “This will be your last dance, Hammer. I can’t allow you to be let loose in my city.”

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: I can feel the tendons begin to give way as I force his arm up further and further, and my right fist is mere inches from impacting your side when suddenly a violent force blasts us both to the right, throwing me off you. I'm disoriented, tumbling across the floor of the cavern on the doorstep of our hidden lab. I grunt, stopping my tumble, and shaking my head out, to restore my balance.

I'm greeted by a shriek of agony, as I regain my composure, standing up and turning to face you, my chest heaving, my face breaking out into a savage, sadistic grin as I look at the blood seeping from your right wrist. I can tell by the way you are holding your right arm, and the mangled state of your wrist that while I didn't manage to fully cripple you as I had intended, I had managed to dish out some brutal injuries none the less.

I drop into a battle stance, my expression full of sadistic confidence, my eyes flashing as my heavy, thick super soldier muscle moves with the innate grace of a deadly, elite fighter. "You can't allow me? Don't you realize, little spider, that you are in no position to stop me? The Red Fist is on the rise... and the Russian Hammer strikes today. You will be the first victim of our rise to power, followed by the inhabitants of the city you are so desperate to protect... and then, the Avengers themselves will fall before our rising might, one by one."

While my words are flowing out, my feet are smoothly moving, until suddenly with a blinding speed, my left foot scrapes across the dirty floor, sending a spray of debris, small pebbles and rocks and bits of rubble, like a spray of bullets towards your head in a move designed to distract you.

I surge forward in the wake of that spray, cocking my right fist, and trying to anticipate your movements, my muscles rippling with inhuman speed and power as I drive that gauntleted fist towards your hard-muscled abs nestled beneath your uniform.

10:21 The_Spider: I look down at my right wrist, the blood trickling out of the puncture holes left in my suit after your savage and brutal attack on my webslinger. Your speech redirects my focus back to you. The lenses on my mask widen as you proclaim the Red Fist’s plans. This information only provides me with additional reason why I must stop you. I am the ONLY one who can stop the chaos that will ensue if you and your organization are allowed to progress past this hollowed out, underground fortress. Using my high tech lenses, I begin to scan the surrounding area, analyzing the structure and any objects that can be useful in my offense. Suddenly, my spidey sense begins to alarm, I watch in slow motion as your foot sweeps across the ground, sending gravel and bits of metal hurdling towards me at the speed of bullets. Luckily for me, dodging bullets is almost a nightly hobby. I jump into the air, bending and flexing my body through the cracks of space between the shrapnel, shooting webs with my left wrist at any pieces that may be impossible to escape. But I’m the midst of my defensive maneuvers, I didn’t anticipate your strike. Your body comes into focus just prior to my nearly graceful landing, your fist slamming into my abs with inhuman force, the strike sending my body flying a good 10-15 feet until my back slams into a large pillar, the impact causing a Spider-Man sized crack to form with parts of the pillar crumbling to the ground. My attempt to recover is slower than usual, I roll over onto my back, my body aching and sore. I angle my body so my feet are pointed towards you, readying a powerful right kick as you approach.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: I admit, I am in a bit of awe at Spiderman's speed and agility as he dodges and weaves through the spray of ultra-fast debris. There is no denying his skill or abilities. But I am the Russian Hammer, and I will not be denied. Once again, despite all his skill and speed, he simply is not used to fighting with a man who can counter his legendary speed and strength, and my instincts and training guide my fist deep into his core, I can feel my gauntleted fist smash like an artillery shell into the hard, powerful ab muscles, the force sending the famous Spiderman blasting backwards to smash savagely into a pillar of concrete.

I'm already on the move, even as I watch Spiderman collapse to the ground, the network of cracks radiating across the pillar, sending chunks of debris and dust sifting down. I'm nearly upon him, as he rolls over to his back and cocks his right foot to kick me, I'm moving too fast to stop now, as I've already committed to my own attack, a savage kick hurtling like a missile towards Spiderman's body. I am focused more on speed than precision, wanting to keep pressing the attack, wanting to keep him off balance by my constant, relentless assault.

10:21 The_Spider: As I prepare an attack with my right foot, I see your body moving so fast that it appears blurred even in my ultra sensitive sight, a devestating kick from yourself incoming. My movements may not be as quick as your own super abilities, but my mind is still able to focus in slow motion, giving me a moment to consider my options before you land your kick. I don’t have enough time to counter, my body won’t move fast enough in anyway to deliver damage of my own. My web is faster than you, but isn’t powerful enough to stop your immediate strike. There’s no way around it, you’re going to slam your large boot into me, I need to brace and try to align my body in a way to receive the least amount of damage. If I had time to cry, I might, as I realize the best way to neutralize your attack is to allow my right arm to be impacted. It’s useless to me for the remainder of this encounter, I need my other limbs and body to be functioning properly to continue. I readjust my body , my shoulder and arm in the direct path of your boot. I close my eyes right before impact, feeling your boot slam into my right arm and crushing it into the pillar behind me, my arm breaks on impact in several places, the already weathered joints in my wrist and elbow pop, I scream out in bloody murder as the pain electrifies my body. Through the pain and agony, I notice a larger dent in the pillar. That’s it, I think to myself. That’s how I stop him. Use his own force to topple the infrastructure. It dawns on me that if that plan is to work, it also means I will be crushed to death as well, but at this rate, that may just happen anyways.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: As I'm barrelling down on your muscled, heroic body, lying there on the ground, I brace myself for impact, expecting your kick to drive into me, even as mine slams into your prone body. But instead, you adjust your position, and give me.... your right arm? My boot slams into your right arm like an armor-piercing missile, the force of the impact ripping through the muscles and bones of that injured arm. I can hear and feel the snap and crunch of breaking bone as my kick flips you over, and smashes you brutally into the pillar. Your screams of agony and pain echo through the vast chamber, and I feel a surge of delight as I drink in your suffering. But almost instantly.... I recognize your strategy, you sacrificed a part of your body that was already injured so as to keep the rest of your body able to fight.

Oh, that was clever. Rage begins to replace my sense of delight, and I snarl at you, "You are only delaying the inevitable, Spiderman. Your death is as certain as the sunrise, as certain as my victory." I stalk you, my chest heaving, my face in a rictus of rage.

10:21 The_Spider: I lay on the ground, swaying side to side while holding my right arm gingerly near my chest. Tears begin to drench my mask, impossible not to due to the severe pain experienced from the brutal destruction of my right arm. But my will power still overcomes the severe pain, and I'm back on my feet, getting into a fight stance holding my left fist up, prepared to release a flood of webbing.

10:21 The_Spider: "You are only delaying the inevitable, Spiderman. Your death is as certain as the sunrise, as certain as my victory." Due to several of the attacks you've dealt to me, a portion of the lower mask area has been destroyed, now you can see most of my mouth and part of my cheek. I grit my teeth, baring them to you like a wild animal. The lenses on my mask narrow in on you, "You're a lot of talk, bro. Let's see how fuckin tough you are when I break you!" I shoot three webs at your face in quick concession, realizing you will likely try to block one shot with your hands, so three back to back will likely land at least one into your eyes. I run at you fast, jump to the right and letting my right foot bounce off the pillar to gain more speed and air, jumping towards you I swing my body clockwise 360 degrees and let my left fist send a vicious left hook into your cheek bone, my knuckles getting bruised from the impact. You stumble back, wiping the web off your hand and face, Just as I thwip a web attaching to the pillar, allowing my self to swing the entire way around the pillar until I aim my right heel at your chest.

10:22 The_Russian_Hammer: I slowly move in, my hands up, the confident cruel cast to my face undeterred as you raise your left hand, your right arm lying broken and mangled at your side, your mask torn, displaying your cut and bleeding mouth and a bit of your cheek. Your lenses seem to narrow in on me. I can feel the determination and resolve radiating off you in waves. Your words flow over me, but my stance is unchanged, as I barely seem to acknowledge them.

Then, you spring into action, and just as quickly my hands blur up, as your expertly fire off a machine gun like burst of webs from your left hand. I block one, then the second, but I underestimated your speed and skill with your web slinger, and the third burst of webbing blasts into my eyes, blocking my vision. I roar in rage, dragging my gauntleted hand across the webbing to free it. I can hear the sound of your muscles exploding into frenzied action, but I'm blinded, unable to see where you are coming from, and unable to deduce your vector and position from the sound of your movement.

Suddenly, my right cheek explodes in agony, feeling as though a piledriver had hammered into it. My head snaps savagely to my left, as your fist cuts open my cheek, sending some of my blood spraying out. I stagger and stumble wildly, fighting to retain my balance as I finally clear my eyes, throbbing agony radiating from the blow to my face. Only just in time, I catch sight of your right heel driving in towards my chest. My combat-trained muscles react almost without thought, as I smoothly pivot, sidestepping that incoming foot, while driving my right gauntleted fist like a jackhammer towards your right hand ribs as you soar past me.

10:21 The_Spider: My rage and unwavering determination is fueling my confidence and strength, after successfully striking your cheek, I'm swinging back around the pillar driving my right heel directly at your chest. But before I am able to connect, you sidestep my attack, then slam your gauntlet fist square into my right hand which laid over my ribs, causing me to fall to the ground on my left side. I scream, holding my hand as I lay on my back. I begin to sob briefly, pulling myself together to focus on the fight. Breathing heavily, in and out. I look for a safety, anything to help me right now. I start to crawl on my knees and left hand, coughing from the crushing blow to my ribs and lungs. I look down at my right hand, cradled on my chest, and I shriek from fear and pain, seeing my fingers mangled and broken, my arm throbbing and destroyed. But again, I look away and breath in and out, in and out.
October 31, 2021

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I stagger, holding my cheek as my fist connects with your right hand, which had been covering your ribs, sending you crashing down hard to the floor. I feel the snap and crunch as my adamantium gauntlet destroys that right hand, mangling it with multiple fractures. My own head is ringing, and I'm a bit unsteady on my feet, still recovering from the brutally powerful blow you unloaded onto my right cheek, blood dripping down my face.

I've injured you badly, as the chamber echoes with a series of your screams and cries. I stagger towards you as you try to crawl away from me, my heavy gauntleted fist striking viper fast as I seize the back of your iconic uniform, right over the small of your back. Heaving, I haul you up off the ground by my grip on your costume, the flexible material stretching and stressing under my grip as I use it as a handle, something it probably wasn't designed for, twisting as I stand up, hurling your battle-damaged hard-muscled super spider body towards the cracked pillar, seeing it as a useful tool to continue your destruction as I snarl out, "Your cries of agony are so much sweeter to my ears than your incessant and empty wise cracks."

10:21 The_Spider: Crawling on the ground, supporting my upper body with just the one arm, it becomes more difficult to see as my head is pointed downwards, allowing the tears that are welling up in my eyes to blur my vision. So much of my strength and agility has been lessened by the intense pain and trauma my body is experiencing. The only thing that is keeping me from giving up is knowing what’s at stake if I don’t stop you here and now. I don’t make it very far before I feel your gauntlet take possession of my uniform, grabbing it from the small of my back and gripping it tightly enough to lift me off the ground. The suit tightens around my torso uncomfortably tight, pressing against my already bruised ribs, but that pain doesn’t hold a candle to that of my right arm. I’m then thrown viciously and with great force towards the cracking pillar. Without much time to react and with my stamina becoming less efficient, I fly towards the pillar at a great speed, my chest in line to take most damage. With great effort, I bring my left foot up before the collision, my heel slamming into the concrete pillar, absorbing the majority of the impact. I scream as I feel my joints and bones in my left leg crush together like an accordion, then decompress after I fall to the ground, landing on my butt. I look up and see the crack grow larger, then a large chunk of the pillar breaks free at the same spot my heel had just crashed into. I quickly shoot webs through my left web shooter, attaching them to the concrete mass and pulling it to the left, missing my leg by inches. “Your cries of agony are so much sweeter to my ears than your incessant and empty wise cracks.” I bite my tongue as I fall back, resting for a moment after the last assault. I try my hardest not to scream or cry, but it’s so hard when my body is reeling in pain. I breath hard, my mouth and chin still visible through the ripped mask, my lips are trembling with bits of blood smeared across my face.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I watch with delight as you crash into the pillar. It is very obvious to me that you are savagely weakened by the brutality of my ongoing assault, you aren't moving as fast, and the cries of agony give evidence to the pain you are battling every second. You are so weakened, you botch your attempt to control your collision with the pillar, injuring your left leg. The pillar shakes again, beginning to crumble and crack further, a large chunk falling down, which you barely deflect with your web shooter in time.

You fall back, and I surge forward. I have no intention of giving you anytime to rest or recover. I coil my powerful legs, and leap across the intervening distance, hurtling through the air like a thunderbolt, looking to catch you off guard with my relentless, non-stop attack. I ready myself to land in a three point stance, straddling your quivering, battle-damaged hard-muscled spider body, aiming my descending fist, with the force of Thor's hammer, covered in that adamantium gauntlet, directly at the center of your tightly muscled pecs.

10:21 The_Spider: I struggle to hold onto consciousness, feeling the need to puke from the severe agony my body is experiencing. I have been fortunate enough to gain supernatural strength and fast recovery abilities, all of which I have used for the greater good and to help those in need. The downside to my powers is the amount of pain I am also able to handle, the impossibly torturous suffering that no other being likely has to feel. I can, with the motivation and will, power through the pain, but that does not change the severe stress and un altering state of pain that I am in. I cry out with each small movement I make, finding it hard to push myself to continue. I don’t deserve this, I think to myself, I have class tomorrow, I should be at home studying and watching movies. I choke on my tears and fear, holding back my need to sob uncontrollably. I close my eyes, my body telling me to just let go. As soon as the darkness envelops my sight, I see images of my friends and family, all the strangers on the street that I pass by everyday, all the people in this city who rely on me to save them. My eyes shoot back open, I clench my teeth and breath heavily with fury. I see you approaching me through the air, I calculate your distance and speed, seeing your trajectory. You plan to land your feet on either side of my hips, your gauntlet preparing to strike my chest, in between my pecs. A trike that could potentially slam right through my chest, cutting through flesh and crushing bone and muscle, until your gauntlet finally crashes into the concrete beneath my body. Like in slow motion, I prepare for your attack by lifting my left leg, bending my knee into my chest with my sole ready to take impact. I bring my left hand up ready to grab that gauntlet fist to help guide its direction. As you almost land on me, I your groin connects square on my left foot, once again my left ankle feels the impact of the crushing of bone and joints, I catch your gauntlet with my left hand, allowing the force of your strike to be somewhat absorbed by my arm, I straighten my left leg, pushing your body up and over me, your gauntlet continuing to come down into my chest but with less force than originally intended. With the kick to your groin, I force your body to flip midair, your boots above your head, slamming into the pillar behind us, crashing hard into the continuing now fragile load bearing beam. I scream from the impact on my chest, even though the force wasn’t nearly as devastating as it could have been. I roll to my side and jump to my feet, stumbling and nearly falling over, but I remain steady. I look down at my crippled, broken and bloody right hand, an idea pops into my head, one that has a small chance of success, but the best option available to me. I grab my right wrist with my left hand, I take a deep breath, then snap my wrist back into place, the pain searing through me as I scream in bloody pain, the agony forces me to fall to the ground, landing on my back.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I'm airborne, driving down for your injured body to deliver a smash designed to crush you to a pulp, adjusted for a perfect three point landing, when suddenly, just when I thought that you were too injured to react, you prove me wrong once again, displaying depths of willpower, fortitude, and sheer toughness that showcase the depths of your heroic resolve.

Before I can react, your left leg slams up to absorb my plummeting form, like a shock absorber. I slam into that outstretched foot, groin first. A supernova of sheer, sickening agony radiates out from my brutalized gonads, sending lighting bolts of gut-churning, paralyzing red-hot pain knifing through my guts. I barely notice as my fist continues on it's trajectory, making contact with your chest, though much of the power and force has been absorbed by my crashing into your foot.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: As you straighten your leg, my mouth opens and closes like a fish, agony dancing across my features, unable to stop you as you toss me head over heels over your broken body. I crash into the pillar, and feel the groaning, cracking, and splitting of concrete as my heavy Russian muscle does even more damage to the weakened pillar, sending yet more chunks of concrete to break free, piling at the base. I land on the ground in a heap, struggling up to my knees, when I have to turn aside, unable to control the brutal agony seizing my guts, and vomit on the litter-strewn floor of the building, the combat-forged, steel-cabled super soldier muscles of my heavy Russian frame shaking and trembling uncontrollably as I fight to regain control.

But pain and I are old, old friends. My whole life has been a battle to overcome pain, to push the limits of my body beyond what is humanly possible. Even before I was enhanced, in the Spetsnaz, this was true. This was why I had been chosen. Not just for my physical stature, but for my strength of will. I stood up, wiping away the puke from my lips, mastering the agony roiling in my balls, and turned towards Spiderman.

Just in time to see him grab his own shattered wrist and snap it back into place, only to fall screaming and crying back to the ground. I don't hesitate, but surge forward, mastering the pain I feel, dropping down, seeking to drive my knee into Spiderman's gut while I reach out with my right arm for his uninjured left wrist.

10:21 The_Spider: Screaming in pain by my own doing, my hands trembling and my world slips into an incoherent fog. But I got what I needed, now it’s a matter of when to carry out my improbable plan and hope that it’s successful. Your intense stamina is so frustrating, not allowing me to recoup for more than 5 seconds before the next offensive attack! I see your approach, sweeping through the air with your knee targeting my gut. I find myself in another situation where my positioning and speed won’t allow for many defensive tactics or the ability to evade your incoming attack. I attempt to raise my left foot again to allow your groin to once again slam into it, but there isn’t enough time to complete it before your body slams into me. I focus all of my strength on my abs, flexing them, just as your knee pummels down on my stomach with a crushing force, all of the air in my lungs is expelled, my partially exposed face is seen trying to scream, but I have no air to actually make the sound. I then see your gauntlet hand reach for my left wrist, “NO, no, no!” I mouth, unable to actually say anything still, trying desperately to suck in air. My abs feel destroyed and worthless.
November 2, 2021

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: Narrowly outracing your desperately raised left foot, my knee spears deep into your guts, as I balance on my knee, pinning you down with the terrific force spearing into your tough, super strong abs as though you were nothing but a bug. My right hand manages to seize your left wrist in a crushing grip, my adamantium encased fingers closing in, tightening on the soft underside of your right wrist, seeking to duplicate my savage destruction of your right hand web shooter as I tighten my core abs, summoning up surges of brutal power rippling through my hard, battle-forged super soldier muscle.

My own balls are still throbbing with agony, reminding me every moment of how close you came to destroying my manhood. I raise my left hand up, gather my power, then send my fist striking straight down, aiming for your own crotch, the bicep flexing with power as my adamantium-encased fist seeks out your own crown jewels in a retaliatory strike of utterly brutal proportions. I snarl down at you, "I think I will kill you slowly Spiderman, I will first break every bone in your body, using you as my personal punching bag. Then, very slowly, I will rip your limbs off you, as I would any bug, one by one. Finally I will cut into your body, and rip your guts out. Then, as a grand finale, I will rip your head off. And I will enjoy every second of your extreme agony. And with you dead, I will have a free hand to take over this city of fools."

10:21 The_Spider: Your knee remains placed on my abs after the vicious blow that forced all the air out of my lungs. Your massive, muscled frame crushing down onto me, keeping me in your control. It’s worthless trying to struggle out of this, it would likely lead to far more serious injury since I would basically just be allowing your immovable knee to readjust my organs as I struggle in vain to get up from under you. Your right gauntlet hand swiftly grabs hold of my left wrist, painfully squeezing it, but the cries of despair come not from the squeeze, but from the thought of losing another arm to your twisted, hellish attacks. I my left fist opens, my fingers trembling as you squeeze the nerves tightly in my wrist, the tendons controlling my fingers spasm. “I think I will kill you slowly, I will first break every bone in your body,” I let out another cry as you squeeze tighter, “using you as my personal punching bag. Then, very slowly, I will rip your limbs off you, as I would any bug, one by one.” You tug and twist my arm roughly, not enough to do serious damage, just to illustrate your power and seriousness, my lips quiver, tears flow down under my mask, onto my exposed chin. “Finally, I will cut into your body, and rip your guts out. Then, as a grand finale, I will rip your head off. And I will enjoy every second of your extreme agony. And with you dead, I will have a free hand to take over this city of fools.” I consider your words, piercing through my soul sharply, the idea of being forced to endure such pain and agony for your enjoyment, living through it all until I watch you twist my head off is too much to bear. I sniffle, finally getting the oxygen into my lungs that I require. You lift your other fist, readying it to strike down onto my groin, a move that could potentially castrate me. “Then… I… must… take… your… hands…” I say in response to your ‘free hand’ statement. I muster up the strength to move my mangled right hand, a small, bloody device laying in my palm.

10:21 The_Spider: It’s a piece of the wiring and energy source used to power my webshooter, specifically the right wrist webshooter. I had dug it out as I cracked my right wrist back in place. I press a small button on the side of the device, it sparks in my broken hand, then my right hand rockets toward your right gauntlet which currently is crushing my left good wrist. I scream in pain as I use my broken hand to grab onto your gauntlet, a powerful surge of electricity, enough to power an entire skyscraper for days, blasts into your gauntlet and also through your body. My suit prevents any of the electricity to affect me. You are frozen momentarily as the surge flows through you, your face staring down at me. One of my lenses pops, you can see my left eye now along with my left cheek, mouth and chin. You can see your reflection in my glossy right lens as the electricity illuminates your face, your teeth clenched tightly, part of your front tooth breaks from the extreme force you created on your jaw. Finally, your right gauntlet combusts, then shatters into hundreds of not thousands of pieces, ending the electric surge that was running through your veins. You drop to the side, giving me a short period to regain my composure and get off the ground. I stand on my feet, falling back to one knee, but then lifting myself back up again. I breath heavily, staring at you lying there. “I swore never to kill, but some rules need to be broken,” the words sting me, hearing them come from my own mouth. Fresh tears form, not from pain, but from my decision to be an executioner. I jump up, screaming, my body angled downwards, my right foot incoming towards your head.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I kneel on top of you, my hard, hairy, steel-cut, combat-forged Russian super soldier muscle ripples with intense effort and power as I drive my knee into your core, and slowly start to outmuscle your left wrist, the gauntlet-encased fingers of my right hand stabbing into your left wrist, seeking to cripple your other web shooter and your wrist. My left hand is poised, ready to destroy your manhood.

You are snivelling, shaking in agony, pain and fear, your mask is partially ripped off, exposing your mouth, chin and left cheek, covered in bruises, scratches, and blood. I dig down deeper, gathering my power to deliver a crippling surge of destructive strength to your wrist and manhood. You snivel out some nonsense about taking my hands, and I sneer at you, but before I can come up with a suitable reply, suddenly you jab your shattered right hand into my left gauntlet. Suddenly, every single nerve in my body turns into liquid fire. Every single muscle in my body locks in place, beginning to tremble violently as paralyzing, unbearable lightning bolts of agony flashe throughout my whole body. My jaw clenches involuntarily as I vibrate and quiver in paralyzing pain, the pressure so intense that one of my front teeth shatters, unloading more pain into my body. Little wisps of smoke start to drift up out of my gauntlet, the heat building. The gauntlet itself might be forged out of adamantium, but the joints holding the gauntlet together are forged of lesser alloys.. Finally, unable to endure the savage current, the lesser alloys melt, and the gauntlet protecting my right hand crumbles into a thousand pieces.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: The circuit is broken with the destruction of my gauntlet, and I fall to the side, still quivering in sheer agony, my proud, black muscle-hugging uniform covered in random burns where it was unable to deal with the current, revealing patches of burnt hair and skin across my arm and my powerful torso. My mouth and nose are bleeding, and my brain is on fire. But, despite the unendurable agony making every single one of my muscles feel like an abscessed tooth, I focus my will, my fury, and my steel-hard determination, embracing the agony, refusing to quit, refusing to be defeated by some fucking spider.

I force my eyes to open, just in time to hear your statement, "I swore never to kill, but some rules need to be broken" and catch sight of your jumping leap, your right foot headed for my head. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I will not be defeated, not now, not this close to the rise of the Red Fist. I WILL NOT. I let out an inarticulate scream of animal rage, forcing my still twitching body to roll to the side, finding the strength of will to force my left arm, still wielding it's powerful gauntlet, to strike up like a viper, seizing your descending right ankle. Then, although I'm unable to summon my full strength, I don't need my full strength. Just your own momentum. With a surge of power from my still-trembling muscles, I twist and heave, redirecting the momentum of your descent to send you hurtling head long towards the damaged pillar!

10:21 The_Spider: The plan worked! It was a long shot, but it was worth the pain and effort to remove the webshooter's energy source to destroy your right gauntlet. There's still the issue of the other gauntlet, and the fact that the only way to even attempt to repeat my attack is to remove the webshooter in my left wrist, which you have already started to do. I look down at my left wrist, blood dripping from the puncture wounds in my suit, but its not completely damaged, definitely not as bad as my right wrist was after your first offensive measure. Aiming my kick at your, I strike with vengeance, incoming like a torpedo towards a battleship. Your determination and agility is unwavered by my most recent attack, you still have the ability to reach out with your left gauntlet and snatch my ankle, swinging me around with my own momentum until I'm pointed towards the pillar, releasing me as my head flies through the air towards the concrete mass. I quickly shoot my webbing backwards, hoping to connect with the far wall before slamming into the pillar as to help stop the severity of the impact, but unfortunately, my web doesn't make it in time, allowing my head to slam into the pillar HARD, falling flat the ground on my stomach, with a chunk of concrete cracking off and falling onto my back, pinning me down momentarily. I let out a shriek as the piece falls on me, small bits of rebar poking out of its sides. My legs twitch as I lay there, nearly unconscious, or perhaps I was momentarily. My eyes open as tears run down my cheek. I try to get up, but I am only able to use one hand as my right hand is basically worthless. I kick my legs side to side, frustrated at the hardship of getting a slab of concrete off of me. This would usually be a piece of cake, but now that my body is so worn out,
broken, and being dismantled so sadistically, my energy and power are beginning to be affected. Just another sign that things aren't going as planned.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I heard another meaty, crunching crash, followed shortly by the sounds of crumbling masonry as Spiderman impacted the column. But I had my own problems, and couldn't immediately follow up on my attack. Every muscle in my body screamed in agony, and every motion I made caused more pain. Shaking, trembling, I rolled over to my hands and knees, little wisps of smoke rising off my body where the current had charred my uniform, and the skin, hair and muscle beneath it.

But I would not be denied, I regained my feet after an intense struggle, and turned aside, to spit out some blood and bits of my tooth. Then, I began to laugh, loud, rich booms of sadistic laughter as I caught sight of my adversary, the legendary Spiderman, trapped beneath a slab of concrete that had broken off from the pillar. The pillar trembled slightly, it's weight shifting, it was badly damaged, and chunks of rebar were sticking out in places, even as more dust settled down.

I was no longer at full strength, and one of my gauntlets had been destroyed, but I needed no advantage to take care of Spiderman. Just my fists and feet. I kept laughing, pouring all my pain and rage into that laughter, as I advanced on Spiderman. "Very ... clever... Spiderman... very clever indeed.. you are a worthy foe. I shall remember you, and our battle, long after you are dead." I caught a glimpse of Spiderman's face, partially exposed through his torn mask, one of his lenses shattered, probably when he tried to electrocute me. I could see the tears of agony running down his face.

From my angle, I could see that where the concrete slab was resting on Spiderman's body, a small piece of rebar was poking out of the side, right over his ribs. With a roar of rage, I bent down over the trapped Spiderman, and placed my hands on the edge of the chunk of concrete. A ripple of power surged out from my core, as my seared muscles responded to my will, despite the cost in pain. I pressed down on the slab of concrete, driving the protruding piece of rebar directly into his ribs like a knife or a sword, with every ounce of power I could muster, intending to impale Spiderman then and there.

10:21 The_Spider: Struggling beneath the concrete, small cries at each attempt at removing the slab atop me. I am finally able to rotate my body so that I am at least facing upward, but still unable to secure enough space for me to slide out. As I struggle, I hear a devilish laugh emerge, causing me to pause momentarily and listen. I focus on that sound, a hyena circling its prey, savoring the knowledge that he has finally cornered his meal. I then pick up on my attempts, my small cries turn into grunts of strength as I push hard on the slab. "Very ... clever... spiderman... very clever indeed... you are a worthy foe," you approach with such heavy, yet slow steps. This is the first time that you ever took your time, its always sudden attack after sudden attack, never giving me any time between. This must mean... no, no I am not trapped, I am not going to die like this. Not until that pillar is destroyed and this whole structure collapses!

I pay you no attention as you come closer, focusing only on removing this goddamn piece of wall or I'm dead! You eye the piece of rebar sticking out of the concrete, you place your hands right on that spot which is angled to impale my chest. I finally look up, seeing you study my scraped and crying face, the most that any villain has seen of my real identity. I immediately start to push with my semi-injured left hand, my facial expression giving away just how hard I am trying and how much pain I am in. You push on the opposite side, directing the rebar to stab through my body like a... oh fuck... like a bug in a glass collection case. My arm shakes due to the extreme force, I have no clue if you're even giving it your all right now, or just fucking with me. The rebar inches away from my chest, it begins to slowly drop closer and closer to my chest. during my struggle, I am able to kick my right leg out from under the slab, although still with limited mobility due to the pillar being on 80% of the rest of my body. Even though I can tell its a foolish maneuver, I begin to kick my leg, basically sliding my leg across the ground which gives a fraction of the damage I usually am able to deliver. I'm able to to start slamming my toes into your leg as you're bent over me, pushing that rebar closer and closer. The rebar begins to touch my body, poking and prodding at my chest, my suit begins to tear where the sharp end is touching. It begins to scrape my skin, your powerful strength still pushing it more and more. I begin to scream and cry, more tears run down my face as it begins to puncture through my flesh, cracking a rib in the process. I start to deliver more and more of those insignificant kicks, knowing my only solution is to make you focus on something else, maybe that would give me a chance to get out from under this slab.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: The piece of concrete is huge, and it must weigh more than a ton. In his current weakened state, Spiderman cannot easily free himself. Then, when you add my vast power pressing down on the heavy chunk of shattered concrete, he has no chance. I will crush him like the bug he is, make him pay for daring to resist the Red Fist. I stare down into his crying face, my gaze is relentless and cold, my face screwed up with concentration. At first, you resist me, your own strength is on par with mine, and you are able to hold the slab back.

You begin to kick out with your left foot slamming it into my heavy combat boot as it's planted solidly on the floor, slowly shoving my boot back. But the whole time, I'm winning this battle of strength, levering the slab down, as it's resting on your body as though you were the fulcrum of some insane teeter totter. I grunt with satisfaction as the tip of the rebar makes contact with your chest, and I roar, redoubling my efforts, reaching deep into my own reserves of strength, forcing my aching, electrocuted muscles to deliver another surge of super soldier might to pin this bug to the ground. The sharp point of the rebar pierces your uniform, then your skin. I feel your ultra tough body resist any further intrusion, but I do not let up, and soon, I hear and feel the CRACK and CRUNCH as one of your ribs breaks.

As the rebar starts to penetrate, your screams and cries of agony intensify, adding to my determination, fueling my power and rage. Then, you kick out harder and harder, desperate to escape your trap, making me start to lose my balance as my boot begins to drift. I time it carefully, and the next time you kick out, I lift my left boot, then STOMP hard, smashing my boot down with terrific force onto your right ankle as you kick out, pinning that ankle in place. Then, with another surge of determined might, my teeth gritted, blood dripping from my mouth, every muscle in my body ripples with strength as I force the concrete down, the rebar suddenly driving deep into your super hero body, impaling you savagely and ruthlessly, spearing into your internal organs. I let out a roar of triumph, and step back. The vast slab of concrete, totters back, the thick piece of rebar retracting from your body, coated in your super hero blood, leaving a gaping wound in you.

10:21 The_Spider: Your face just inches away from mine, watching my facial expressions change now that a large portion of my mask is gone. My youthful, boyish face seen for the first time by a villain. Tears running down my face, a look of determination and frustration. The rebate begins to scratch my skin, you roar at me with such animalistic intensity, then the bar lowers further, slowly sliding through my skin! I scream in a high pitched tone for a moment, the type of scream brought on from experiencing horrific pain as the rebar slowly pushes through me, pushing against my rib until it finally snaps from the pressure, causing even more screams and cries, touching parts of my insides that were never meant to be poked or prodded. I keep kicking your leg, finally noticing that it’s making a difference as you swag side to side with each kick. Then, all hope was lost as I feel a heavy, crushing impact on my right ankle, I screamed louder, feeling my joints either breaking beneath the pressure, or at least a badly sprained if not broken ankle. “Please, don’t do this,” I cry, losing hope, turning into a whimpering mess. “Don’t release the RedFist on this city, you don’t need to do this! Just take me instead, just kill me and leave the city alone!” You allow the rebar to slowly slip out of my body, causing more uncontrolled screams of pain and suffering. Blood seeping out of my giant chest wound. I eye your position, you slamming your foot down on my ankle did change where you are positioned ever so slightly, but just enough. My left wrist was partially injured when you started to dig your fingers into the flesh to destroy my other webshooter. Luckily for me, I’ve got about one or two large web blasts still accessible before the entire webshooter is useless. Still pushing the concrete slab with my left palm, I blast the slab with an incredibly powerful burst of webs, launching the slab into you, resulting in you slamming into the pillar and the slab into you, crushed into a concrete sandwich.

10:21 The_Spider: You fall to the ground, as does a large amount of the pillar, in fact, the entire pillar is about to collapse. I look to the ceiling of the structure and notice cracks beginning to form. I touch the gaping wound with my left hand, it stings and I feel my heart rate go up. I I make a circle with my right foot, my ankle isn’t broken, but it is definitely injured. I turn onto my stomach, crawling towards your body, leaving a trail of blood as I move across broken rock and metal. My left wrist sparks for a moment, causing me to scream, then the sparking stops and my web shooter dies. As you are still gaining your composure, I crawl atop you, anger and fury in my face, I kneel on your torso, my knees on either side of you, I bring my left fist up high and slam it down growling at you, striking into your right cheek

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: My chest is heaving from the effort of impaling you, but the sight of the massive wound puncturing your costume as it bleeds invigorates me, as does your pathetic pleas for me to kill you and spare the city. Slowly, bit by bit, the after effects of the savage electrocution are beginning to fade, as the pain recedes and I gain greater motor control. I move around to the other side of the vast slab, lean over and grab the edge, levering it up, intending to slam it down and crush Spiderman's powerful body like the bug he is, ending him once and for all. But just as I'm about to slam the slab back, a sudden force blasts into the other side of the slab, and I'm hurled backwards, to smash into the badly damaged support pillar.

The heavy concrete slab sandwiches me between it and the crumbling pillar, knocking the wind out of me, and sending a network of cracks through the failing pillar, causing more chunks of concrete to fall out, half burying me in the rubble. I'm thrown down to my back, shielding my face with my arms, diverting the rain of concrete, as the massive slab that trapped Spiderman now traps me. Shaking my head out, I lay there dazed for a moment, my own battle uniform torn and ripped, savage scratches marking my powerful, hard, hairy Russian Super Soldier muscle, joining the burned patches from my electrocution.

I hear a scream, and realize dully that Spiderman is still very much alive. And then... I catch sight of the ceiling above us. Too late I realize that the entire chamber is on the verge of collapsing. A deep rage begins to boil in my gut as the entire underground lab we've spent so long developing is threatened. I start to sit up, shifting the rubble off me, and as my arms ripple with power and strength, I shove the massive slab backwards, freeing my body.

But before I can regain my footing, Spiderman drops on top of me, pinning me beneath him. He is in bad shape, his mask almost entirely torn off, revealing a cut and bleeding face, handsome yet badly injured. Yet, his one eye shines with a fiery determination. The right side of his chest has a gaping, massive bleeding wound from my near impalement of him, and his right arm hangs useless, mangled at his side. His left wrist is also injured, but still usuable.

Caught off guard, I'm unable to block his left fist as it smashes down into my face, blasting into my right cheek, and knocking my head to the side. I can feel blood running down the side of my face, and white lights flashing in front of my eyes from the power behind that blow.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: But almost instantly, my combat training kicks into high gear, and on instinct my left hand, still clad in my adamantium gauntlet, strikes up like a viper, seizing your ruined right arm in a vise like grip around your broken forearm, I pull hard on that arm, while I spread my boots, pushing up on my right foot, bridging up powerfully, like a bucking bronco, with a twisting motion, pulling down on your broken forearm while pushing up on your left side, the motion smashing you down to the ground, with me now on top of you. Without a moment's hesitation, my right fist smashes down into your face, to deliver a ruthless blow, my right bicep rippling with power as I unload my unprotected right fist into your eye, targeting the one remaining lense you have left.

10:21 The_Spider: My left fist flies into your right cheek, your head experiences whiplash from the force, my roar like a young tiger but with the determination and courage of a king lion. I pull my arm back, readying my left fist for another strike, but you make your move before I can finish my second strike. Your left gauntlet grabs my crippled right arm, squeezing it mercilessly, crushing broken bone, muscle, and tendons together in your vice-like grip. I throw my head back and scream, powerless against your ability to cause such immense pain. My body is begging my brain to let me pass out in order to bypass this pain, but my mind knows that passing out is not an option. While my mind focuses on the pain, I suddenly find myself beneath you, my right arm still clinched in your grip, your bare right fist incoming, then I feel the sudden impact on my face, shattering my other lens, my face now almost completely visible as my mask is almost completely destroyed, sweat drenched little locks of brown hair poke out. I throw my left hand up, grabbing your throat as tightly as I can, but the size of my hand compared to your roided out neck is negligible. I quickly change my strategy and grip your large Adam’s apple with my left hand, my fingers digging into your throat. Tears flowing down my nearly unmasked face, I struggle beneath you, my legs kicking wildly in an attempt to get you off of me. For the first time, I’m worried that you may actually rip my limbs off.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I look down into your eyes as my fist shatters your one remaining lense, and in the process rips the rest of your mask together, your young, handsome, battle-damaged, cut and bleeding face on full display. My own gaze is ice-cold, without a hint of mercy as my bare fist slowly lifts up again. But your eyes.... and your roar... they reveal that while your body might nearly be broken, your will and spirit remain strong.

Suddenly, your left hand shoots up, seizing my throat. I grunt, as you shift your grip quickly, realizing you can't handle the vast circumference of my massively muscled neck, and dig your fingers into my Adam's apple. I gurgle and scream, as your final, desperate attack threatens to not just injure me, but kill me. Blood starts to spurt out of my throat, as your fingers break my skin and begin to compress my Adam's Apple. Only my deeply honed and trained combat reflexes save my life, as my left hand rockets up, my gauntleted fist snatching your left arm off my throat, as I gasp and choke, fighting to get wind through my half-crushed larynx.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: You kick wildly, trying to throw me off you, and thrown off balance by your brutal assault to my throat, I suddenly feel myself heaved over your head, thrown head over heels by your wild bucking and kicking. In the process, my tight grip on your left forearm practically rips your arm out of it's socket before I'm thrown free, smashing into the severely damaged column. And, like the straw that broke the camel's back... the entire column begins to crumble, massive and vast cracks spreading through the vaulted ceiling above, and suddenly, slowly, majestically almost, the entire roof starts to cave in, vast slabs of concrete starting to rain down.

Half stunned by the impact with the column. I force myself to sit up, on one knee, and hold my Adamantium gauntleted left fist up over my head, just as a massive slab of concrete rains down. I brace myself, and my body acts like a massive shock absorber, distributing the huge force of the impact into the ground beneath me, the slab cracking in two, falling to either side of me, followed my a shower of dirt and lesser rocks.

Rage burns white hot inside me as I realize that our secret laboratory will be almost entirely destroyed by this collapse.

10:21 The_Spider: My desperate, unsportsmanlike attack on your adam's apple appears to be having the desired effect. The strength in my fingers is much more significant than most others, especially considering how much work they do while climbing up walls. My superior grip, small yet incredibly strong, trying to pierce through your skin to rip out your throat, an action that I would never have even considered to use on an enemy, but this is the closest I've been to death. Your gauntlet left fist strikes like a viper, snatching my left arm, pulling my fingers off of your Adam’s apple. I can tell that the sinister attack had really affected you. I continue to kick my legs wildly , trying to force your 300lbs of muscle and bone off of me, I finally focus more energy onto where my legs are compared to your body, positioning myself so that I blast you off flying upside down and backwards towards the pillar, but your gauntlet fist still has possession of my left arm. As you fly back, my arm twists back and to the side with brutal force, tearing my left arm out of its socket, I scream out from the sudden and extreme blast of pain that shot through me. I see the damage being done to the pillar through my peripheral vision, focusing instead on my left arm. Unsure how to pop it back into place, typically I would use my right arm, but that thing is more useless than the left! I lay partially on my side, allowing my left hand to become trapped between the concrete and my left thigh. Then I bite down hard on what remained of my mask and threw my body violently onto the ground, pulling my arm to the side and popping my arm back into place. Loud screams are muffled by my mask/gag. I try moving my left arm, but that only results in more involuntary yelps and cries. I begin to focus my efforts on an escape plan.

10:21 The_Spider: I flip over onto my stomach, blood continuing to stream out of my open chest wound, I hear the rest of the pillar break as I begin to crawl away from you and towards the entrance to this facility. I hear the cracking of the ceiling above, fine line cracks racing across the concrete and stone surface above. I keep crawling. Small bits of hail begins to hit the ground, the sounds emitting from behind me, until the hail storm finally reaches my position, i see bits of cement, little pieces falling around me, some hitting me with a painful little pinch. I keep crawling. my right arm mangled and hanging on to my body by skin, nerves, and tendons, i keep it close to my chest. I hear the sound of a much larger piece falling, then a distinct sound of something large breaking into two, followed by your roar, echoing throughout the chamber. I continue crawling. My body failing me, too many injuries to make it through this. Even the crawling is nearly worthless, I must have made it a good 10 feet away from the Russian beast in all this time. My movements slowed and pained. Each motion I make sends electrifying pain throughout my body, but I keep crawling anyways. I know its only a matter of time before this building collapses. I can either let go now and die down here with him, or I can make an attempt, no matter how improbable, to escape. My tears drip from my chin onto the ground, mixing with my blood. I can't get out, I can't make it out of this. I flip myself over, onto my back. I watch as the hail storm grows in intensity above us. I see you, your gauntlet just smashed through a giant slab of concrete, protecting you from harm. Huh, I survived something that even concrete can't handle. I made it this far, fighting the most brutal and determined foe I have ever faced. One for the record books, but of course, there won't be any record of this fight. It will be a story about a sinkhole, nothing more. I stare into your eyes as you approach me. I take a deep breath in, then exhale slowly, i bring my head up slightly, smiling at you, my mask now entirely off, my hair matted down from the pressure of the suit and my sweat molding it. "Fuck you."

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I stand up, rising up between the two broken halves of the concrete slab. Far above, the parking lot that had once served to mask the entrance to our secret base crumbled in, adding a rain of broken asphalt along with a stray car or two that fell down into the sudden sinkhole, revealing the stars shining above. Sirens began to ring out in the distance as emergency services started to respond to the sudden collapse.

There was a grim fireball as a passenger vehicle smashed into the wreckage about 30 feet beside us, exploding into flames, illuminating the hellish scene. I turned to face you, contemplating the destruction of the Red Fists underground base, the ruination of our plans because of your interference. Your face is now fully exposed, your body is covered in blood, the gaping wound on your chest bleeding, your mangled right arm hanging useless at your side, your young, handsome face covered in many cuts and grime, but the expression on your face remains heroically determined.

My vast Russian bulk, combat-forged steel-cut super soldier muscle is not unscathed. Burned patches cover my damaged uniform, revealing smoldering bits of skin and muscle beneath, my face is cut and bleeding, as is my throat. And my right hand is covered in burns, my gauntlet destroyed. And yet, I welcome the pain, the agony. It only fuels my cruelty and savagery, my determination to destroy and conquer.

My eyes meet yours and I stride towards you, a measured pace, yet one that eats up the distance, as I maneuver through the shattered landscape of broken concrete, dirt, and rubble. You smile and mouth your defiance. Then, I laugh, suddenly all my rage and fury drained away. For... I had a far better prize. Spiderman himself.... would become the property of the Red Fist. Your defiance was beautiful to me, empowering my brutality. You could barely stand, and in no time I was in your face. My gauntleted left fist snatched out like a viper to seize your mangled, ruined right arm, as my bare right fist drove a brutal fist directly into your ribs, just below that savagely gaping chest wound. My own motor control and some measure of my strength was returning, as my super soldier metabolism began to mitigate some of the battle damage my muscle had endured.

I twist behind you, driving your shattered right arm up behind your back in yet another savage and brutal hammerlock, while kicking out with my left boot, driving it towards the small of your back, seeking to smash you down face first to the rubble, and pin your brutally wounded super hero body to the ground beneath me.

10:21 The_Spider: I look up in amazement as the ceiling slowly collapses. Inch by inch, the surface begins to crumble, asphalt raining from above, crashing down onto the concrete base and flooding the chambers with a fog of dirt and dust. The light from the city shines through the cracks, illuminating the cavern like a light show. Vehicles begin to crash through, sparks of fire and electrical lines add to the ambiance of “the end.” Although it will be the end for me, it is also the end for the Red Fist and especially the cruel and sadistic Russian Hammer. I smile knowing that I completed my task, my solemn oath to save the city at any cost. You begin to approach me, careful and deliberate steps that don’t appear urgent, but leading to the inevitable. “Fuck you,” I grin, just before you reach out and grab my severely damaged right wrist with your gauntlet and striking my chest with your right, partially burned hand. My grin is immediately replaced with a look of horror with involuntary screams pouring out from my lungs. You twist behind me, cranking my right arm behind my back, pushing my wrist up my back in another deadly hammerlock, worse than the first one that initially damaged my right arm. Pushing me to the ground, bits of concrete and asphalt on the ground push into my gaping open wound on my chest, the left side of my face smashes into the ground unprotected, I slam my left fist into the ground, kicking my feet, I let out another bloody scream before sobbing on the ground. With my the left side of my face in the ground, I can see you on top of me with my right eye, a look of satisfaction and sadistic pleasure washes over your face. “It’s over! You’re done! Just give up!” I cry out.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I hold you down, my boot smashing brutally into the small of your spine, your chest and face driven hard into the rubble beneath us, your mangled arm savagely twisted up behind your back. I ignore your feeble screams and sobs, your frantic kicking and struggling. I look down into your right eye, grinning with delight. "Over? Done? What makes you say that Spiderman? Oh no... Did you think this was our only base? It is not. This is a setback, to be sure. But it is hardly over. It has just begun."

Slowly, sadistically, savagely my gauntlet grasping your forearm with a grip stronger than any vise, I begin to pull up on that ruined arm. At the same time, I adjust my boot from the small of your spine up to just between your shoulder blades. Then, my left bicep began to swell to enormous proportions as my muscles flexed and rippled with a supreme effort, pulling up on your ruined right arm with all my might as I drove my left boot down between your shoulder blades, my herculean quads flexing and surging, the combined effort of my pulling on your ruined arm while pushing down with my left boot beginning to actually, slowly, to rip and tear the tendons and muscles attaching your ruined arm to your body.

I am literally ripping your arm off. "You see Spiderman, after I cripple you like the bug you are, I will take you back with me to Siberia. And there, if you survive the journey, you and I will have many long conversations. And in time, I will break your will, and you will beg to serve me, you will beg me to allow you to bring about the destruction of the Avengers and everything you have fought so hard to protect. I can be very ...." I yank even harder on that arm, releasing a sudden surge of power, " ... persuasive … did you think this was our only base? It is not. A setback to be sure, but it is hardly over. It has just begun.”

10:21 The_Spider: I take in your words, the idea of more bases, the fact that I can’t let go now, I have not fulfilled my oath, more work is yet to be completed. My momentary feeling of happiness is squashed by these revelations. The pain becomes more severe, I feel you work your boot up my back, placing it square between my shoulder blades, the pressure of your entire body crushing me to the ground before you begin to pull on my right arm with immense power with the intention of ripping my arm off full stop. I slam my forehead into the concrete ground as the agony of my arm being pulled from my body intensifies. I begin to feel the individual threads of the tendons begin to snap, my shoulder joint pops out along with my elbow joint. My fingers on my right hand begin to tremble and shake as my nerves and tendons running through my hand are being manipulated and destroyed.

My spidey sense begins to go off, forcing me to experience this suffering in slow motion, not able to defend myself in anyway, I am forced to feel every bit of this sadistic torture, knowing my slow punishing death will not have saved the city at all. “After I cripple you like the bug you are, I will take you back with me to Siberia. And there, if you survive the journey, you and I will have many long conversations. And in time, I will break your will, and you will beg to serve me, you will beg me to allow you to bring about the destruction of the avengers and everything you have fought so hard to protect.” Being introduced to the idea of being your captive, surviving this torturous agony only to be your prisoner, the thought nearly breaks my soul. Nearly, not totally. The other side of the coin, I will be kept alive which means I will be able to escape and stop this horror from reigning down on my city. My arm now nearly totally ripped off, my tears dry up as I am nearly out of moisture from all the …crying and bleeding. “No!!!! I will NEVER turn to your side, NEVER!!!!” I scream out in defiance, the same confidence and moral endurance you have come to know. “I can be very… persuasive.” Before you say persuasive, you twist up and pull hard, pushing my body down with your large boot, then with a disgusting fleshy sound, I feel the mind numbing pain of something unimaginable. I sob into the ground, moving my left arm to allow my face to bury into my forearm. I scream even louder, sobbing, my entire body shaking from the pain and trauma.

10:21 The_Russian_Hammer: I ignore your screams and cries, as with a savage roar, as the cords on my neck stand out, and my muscles tremble with the sheer effort involved, I straighten up my entire body, my core surging, hardening like a block of solid concrete, and with a wet tearing sound, suddenly I am holding Spiderman's mangled arm in my hand... and below me, maimed ... Spiderman lay there... missing his right arm, a gory wound where once his strong, powerful right arm was attached. With a roar of triumph, I toss that arm aside like trash, leaving it there for the police and for the Avengers to find when they arrive. Then, I bend down, and grab a hold of the maimed, ruined hero, his arm torn off, blood gushing from the wound. I did not want Spiderman to die, not yet, so I knew I needed to stop the bleeding. But that was easy. There, the burning car lay across the pile of rubble. I approached the hood of the car, near the searing flames, where the metal glowed red hot. I shoved Spiderman's gory gaping wound where his arm was ripped off against the hot metal, cauterizing the flesh, burning it to a crisp, and stopping the flow of blood.

10:21 The_Spider: I lay stunned, a ringing noise growing louder, taking over all other sounds around me, even my shrieks are silent to my ears. I turn my head, looking to my left, seeing my fingers move slowly, then come to rest. But those are not my fingers, they’re too far away from my body to be my fingers. My eyes focus on what I’m seeing, it’s my right arm, it’s been ripped off and tossed aside. My face pale and my eyes bloodshot, I look around to see more debris and tar cave in around us. My body is then lifted and brought near a burning vehicle, I see the wound where my arm once was, slammed into the burning steel unceremoniously, causing a red hot burning sensation, sending more pain throughout my traumatized body. My eyes flutter then finally roll back into my head as I pass out, my body overtaken with the intense pain and agony. My body limp in your arms, you’re easily able to maneuver with my 135lb body, although now it might be more like 125lbs, depending on how much my arm weighed. The last thing I see before blacking out is Red Fist goons appear from doors that lead to further underground facilities. They are escaping the base, all of this was for nothing. Now, my body will be in the possession of my greatest foe, but he will never take my mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Published: 2021-11-20, viewed 141 times.