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Artwork by: :iconmegaween: Written by: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

The overall setting: :iconangel-fallsda:

Or more specifically, newely created
caverns under Angel Falls.


Soviet Superwoman, Ultrawoman
and Walkiria are owned by and
used with the permission of:

:iconsoviet-superwoman:, :iconu1trawoman:, :iconteri-minx:

Concussion/story concept by: :iconandrewr255:

<The story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>
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BOOK ONE: CONCUSSION STRIKES

Angel Falls, 1:00 pm, Wednesday


Ultrawoman's fist smashed hard into the side of the thing that was Jeffrey Blake, throwing the already weakened former crime boss off balance and cracking several ribs. He stumbled back several feet, clutching his injured side with a clawed hand and glared at the three super-powered women that were advancing on him. With his other hand he wiped the free-flowing blood out from under his nose and let out a monstrous bellow, throwing lines of spittle in all directions. The Velorian was on top of him again lashing out with a vicious kick to the midsection. The demonic creature blocked the incoming blow only in time to realize it was a feint. Ultrawoman was already hovering up to eye level with Blake and reared back, crashing a punch into his jaw like a thunderbolt. As the great beast lumbered backwards again from the force of the second blow, Vyr-na looked back at the two heroines as they made their way forward with her trademarked smugness.

"His defenses are dropped...omnipotence my fine, sweet ass!"

A mental blast from the creature collided with her back, causing the blonde villainess to cry out in pain. Ultra turned over her shoulder with eyes full of rage and fury. Jeffrey prepared to unleash another, more focused blast at his hated quarry, when the Soviet Superwoman slammed into him head on at super-speed. The strength of her bull-rush took his breath away for an instant...and in that time she came rocketing upwards and connected with a devastating uppercut. Blake's monstrous head snapped backwards spitting razor-sharp teeth and blood in all directions. Olga dodged his feeble swing at her and turned in the air, flying around behind the demonic presence. Walkiria moved in, her hands crackling with purple energies. She stopped a few feet from him and let fly a volley of energy blasts into his body. Blake roared in anger and pain as they exploded all around him, each blast stabbing into him like a flaming battering ram.

"Still feel like holding back Olga?" Ultrawoman snarled as she propelled herself towards Blake, ripping through the flesh of his chest with her eye-lasers.

"Nyet," Olga replied, blasting into the back of his thick, muscular neck with her own. "Jeffrey Blake must be stopped...much like you."

Ultra smirked and continued firing, tearing thick burning tears into the demon. Blake's demonic eye began to glow with a terrible red light as he positioned himself to blast the alien woman who he had once considered a partner. He had built up enough strength to rip her pathetically weak mind apart with this blast, then he could focus on the other two heroines. Another terrible flurry of blasts from Walkiria casused him to howl, shifting his attention to her for a moment. It was all the moment Ultrawoman needed. The villainess maneuvered upwards and discharged another powerful blast from her eyes, punching through his cycloptian eye. The eye exploded in a burst of white hot fire and a spray of blood and gore. Blake bellowed even louder and dropped to his massive knees, shaking his injured head from side to side. Behind him the Russian heroine was literally melting through the muscles in his neck. Liquid fat and boiling blood surged down his shoulders as his back blazed with flames. Ultrawoman also refocused and fired another blast into the charred remains of his central eye, this time setting it ablaze as well. The violet energies that pulsed and throbbed around Maia's clenched fists grew larger and more erractic as she pounded wave after wave of bolts against his body like waves crashing against a cliff face.

David Blake sat up and shook his head slowly twice. He was still woozy and his vision was blurry. He could feel the hot blood still dripping from his nose and taste it's coppery taste in his mouth. With his hands supporting him, he looked over as the thing that was his father began to thrash and scream, on fire in several places and obviously crippled from the onslaught of the three super-powered females. David wanted to see him die, wanted to see them crush the life from him and leave him to burn to death on the floor of this cavern...but that would make him as bad as his father ever was. Olga had shown him that. He was wrong about her and despite all he had done to both her and her partner Walkiria, she had given him his life when she could have easily taken it. His father, despite the monster he had truly become, deserved the same. Daniel got shakily to his feet and took a deep breath, focusing himself. He was still one with the universe. He was Concussion. Focus dammit! He reached out and waved his hand, stopping all three women in mid-attack. Jeffrey Blake collapsed to the floor, heaving and burning. His voice wavered slightly, but filled the chamber and seemed to come from all places rather than just the young man walking towards them.

"I'm afraid you're the one unfit for the powers you wield father. You're going to live. I'm not going to kill you and I'm not going to let any of these women kill you...but you're going to live as a normal man and you're going to pay for all your crimes...for killing Mom. You're going to go back to prison and think about all the power you once had and how you will never, EVER get it back again!"

Concussion waved his hand again and a great ribbon of energy formed, heading towards the burning form of the elder Blake. When the wave hit his father it blasted off his demonic form like ash and cinders blown into the wind leaving only the still, unconscious human form of Jeffrey Blake behind. Walkiria, Ultrawoman and the Soviet Superwoman could only watch, held in place by a powerful invisible force. Concussion walked towards them all slowly, still obviously hurt and unsteady on his feet.

"I'm leaving now. I've made mistakes...done terrible things. I need time to think about what I am going to do with myself now that I've seen how truly terrible these powers can be. Please, take my father to Tartarus, where they will never ever let him out. I'm...sorry for all the that I have put you through. Please accept my apology. Don't try to track me down, in the back of my mind I can still feel the evil and hating David there and I can't promise it won't be him if I ever see you again."

There was a tremendous flash of light and David Blake was gone.

"Little fucker. Don't think this is even half-way over between us!" Ultrawoman shouted at the spot where the boy once stood, taking a step forward to test whether he had truly released them. She succeeded and exhaled deeply.

Walkiria and Soviet Superwoman realized they could move as well and rushed into each other's arms for a tight embrace.

"My Возлюбленный, I am so sorry for the words that I had with you this morning!" Olga said softly, smelling her lover's hair and running her gloved hand through it.

"Me too lover. Note to selves: no more politics before breakfast...or after breakfast for that matter." Maia smiled and Olga let out a little laugh, still holding her tight. Only the slow applause from across the chamber brought them back to the present.

"Touching, really." Ultrawoman smirked, "but I think it's time we should be leaving and going back to our lives...unless you both want to throw down, right here that is? I couldn't think of a better way to end my day than snapping both your spines."

Olga stepped away from Walkiria and strode over to the unconscious Jeffrey Blake and bent down, checking for a pulse. Maia locked eyes with her arch-enemy, who was motioning at her with one hand, challenging her.

"Come on Wal-cow-ria...I know you want to take a shot at me. Let your Russian gal-pal take Blake out of here and then it'll just be you and me, the way we've always wanted it. No foreign interference. You and me. Man versus Ultrawoman."

Soviet Superwoman looked up from Blake after checking his vitals. "He has a pulse, but it is very weak. He needs to be taken to a hospital and quickly. I can take him Возлюбленный, if you can handle this trash?"

"Go on Olga...it won't take me long to catch up. Just make sure that SOB lives." The flame-tressed heroine replied, cracking her knuckles and rolling her head around in a circle to limber up. Ultrawoman smiled wider, running her tongue across her straight, white teeth.
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Sirdan87's avatar
Well, that's one way to wrap up a fight. I await the next one.