Silver Surfer finds a tear in the fabric of the universe on one of galactic
journey. He explores the tear and finds himself in the DC universe. After a
little trekking, he comes across Doomsday at the End of Time, where Calaton
dropped him. Doomsday is currently asleep, his body racked by the
immeasurable cosmic forces at the End of Time, lying dormant there, but
Norrin senses the anguish inside the creature and decides to release him,
lending some of his cosmic energy to heal the creature. Big mistake. Once
back into the normal DC universe, Doomsday awakens, and the forces inside
his body have absorbed a good deal of the Surfer's strength. Doomsday is
now very powerful, and, like usually, extremely pissed off. Norrin tries to
fight Doomsday, but with his power slightly drained from healing Doomsday,
and the monster now frightfully strong, he doesn't stand a chance. He
doesn't know that the DC universe has superheroes, so he thinks that if
Doomsday is allowed to wreck havoc in this universe, no one will stop him.
So he comes up with a plan.
Back on Marvel Earth's New York City, we see Spider-Man standing on top of rooftop, with a bank below. He's waiting for the bank robbers to come out, at which time he will give them a solid thrashing. Before he can, a portal opens above him. The Silver Surfer falls out of the portal, beaten and damaged to a terrible extent. And out after him, comes Doomsday.
And so begins: Doomsday vs. The Marvel Universe.
Chapter One: It comes
Something inside just told me not to wake up this morning. It was just a nagging feeling, a voice telling me "Hey it's Saturday, you don't have any real problems, the universe can live without Spider-Man for one day. Stay in bed." But you know, there's that whole "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" thing. I try and stick by that saying, I figure Ben Grimm's got his whole "Clobberin' Time" thing and Wolverine has his "Best There is At What I Do" schtick, I need something. And it's a good saying to live by.
But right now, I'm wishing I just stayed in bed.
Because as I look down to the street below, where the Silver Surfer, former herald of Galactus and probably around the top five in the top one hundred list of guys who can beat me silly, now has his face dug into the concrete (Like we don't have enough potholes in this city), with a behemoth that looks he could give the Hulk a headache stomping him and surfboard in the ground, it occurs to me that this just isn't going to be a good day.
"Yo, spikehead!" I say, jumping to the street below and landing on top of a light post, just in his earshot, if he even has ears. My spider sense is screaming a just the sight of this guy, so right now I'm thinking the farther away the better. "I'm going to have to ask you kindly remove your foot from the Surfers behind! He gets around a lot, you don't where it's been!" You'd think from all my experience with the Hulk I'd learn not to taunt guys with muscles bigger than my head. Anyway, it doesn't really matter, because I don't think he heard, he just keeps on stomping on the Surfer like it's the new dance craze or something. "Somehow, I just know I'm gonna be sorry for this but..." I leap of the post and land a kick right in his neck, flipping over to a lamppost after the blow. My foot goes numb on impact, and I don't think he even blinked, but at least he stopped stomping on the poor Surfer. He turns to look at me, and manoman, does he look PISSED.
"Hey, I tried to get your attention the normal way. Now, before you commence on the beating which will inevitably occur, do you mind explaining why you decided to pick this fine day to visit New York and smash the Surfer's face in it?"
"RAHHR!!"
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that."
"So what am I supposed to call you, man?" I say, leaping into the air as this freak demolishes the lamppost. "You have a name?"
"RAHHR!!!"
"I think that names taken, I'll have to look it up." I stick to the building behind him and cover his head up, which'll work for all of, Oh say, five seconds, but enough time to get the Surfer's silvery self (Hey, try and say that five times fast) up to safety.
"Hey, you okay down there?" I say to the Surfer, as I land next to him. He's looking pretty messed up, bleeding some sort of cosmic...Goo. The freak is just now getting through the first few layers of the web-afro I put on his head. "You don't look so good. You want me an ambulance or Mr. Fantastic or something?"
"I am fine, Spider-Man. Although I do not expect that to last."
"Why, what's-" My spider-sense kicks into overdrive and I leap in the air just in time to see Surfer get planted even deeper into the ground by this freak show, taking a blow that would have made me into Amazing Spider- Paste. "Well, I've got to say, you are just about the rudest New York City tourist I've ever seen." I say as I leap above him. "No star search, no maps, you just start-" He leaps in the air, flying at me like a cannonball, and my Spider-Sense goes berserk, like I really needed it to tell me I'm in deep trouble. I web to the side of building and yank myself out of the way as the freak goes soaring into the air, landing on a nearby rooftop. For a second, he stands confused, not knowing where I went, and I wonder if maybe he's one of the Hulk's cousins, maybe the black sheep his family never talks about. But he doesn't stay bored for long. He immediately starts smashing the building to pieces in a single blow, sending him collapsing down with it as people scatter below. Not the smartest fellow.
I swing up above the debris, just as a wave of rocks comes flying out of the smoke. My Spider-Sense warns me, but it's too late, a rock slashes against my shoulder and another cuts my web line, leaving me to fall to the street. I land fine, but the beast comes charging out of the rubble, heading straight for me with fists swinging.
"Sheesh!" I say, as I leap over his fist. "I mean, what's up you, really?" I land another kick to his face, which has the same zero effect. "What your story? Magic? Experiment gone wrong? Bitten by a radioactive pit bull? What?" The monster reaches for me, but I just in the air and stick the side of a building again. "Come on, we're both adults here...I think. We can talk this out sensibly, and-" He's in no mood to talk. He jumps forward and smashes the building to rubble, forcing me to jump to the street. If he keeps this up, I'm going to have about three building left to swing on in the whole city. I'll have to buy a car. Worse yet, the Spider-Car. I don't ever do that again.
"RAHHR!!!
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time."
I decide he has to have some weak spot somewhere, so I drop back down the ground, dodge through his punches, and hit him in the spot where it should hurt most: Below the belt. Cheap, yes, but I don't have a whole lot of options here. Unfortunately, I find that his "love maker" is actually harder than the rest of his body, which scares me in so many ways. I flip to the side as his fist plows into the street, with him yelling "RAHHR" all the way. "And they call the Hulk stupid, at least he has more than a word vocabulary!" I decide it's time I showed him what I can do, so I kick it into high gear, flipping around him and landing blow after blow.
A punch to the stomach. He doesn't move.
A kick to the neck. Nothing.
I double-fist him in the nose. I think he yawned, either that or he just said "RAHHR" in a low voice.
"If at any time you feel the need to fall down and go unconscious, please feel free to do so!" I flip away about thirty yards down the street, catching my breath. I had a pizza binge recently, so I'm not in the best of shape. But if I didn't have indigestion at the moment, oh, woe unto this creature! I sort of expect him to come lumbering down towards me, but instead he just picks up a car and throws it at me. It's easy enough to dodge, so I do, I just jump over it. As the car passes under me I notice something: As hard as it is to believe, there are actually still people lingering around the area. And the car is heading straight for them. I shoot a web net just ahead of the car, stopping it before it can turn the pedestrians into roadside pizza. They get the message and start to run, thankfully. Unthankfully, as I land, the monster sneaks up on me and wraps his spike fist around me. My spider-sense starts to tingle like mad-After he actually caught me, I might add- and I start to wonder what is really cutting off my breath: The monster's hand, or the unbelievable stench coming from his armpits. I don't have long enough to really wonder about it, as a rocket explodes in his face. He forgets all about me and just lets me go to face this new challenge, and I scramble to the side, unsure of whether to take deep breaths to let in some more air. Down the street, some goof with a gun...I think I know this guy, he's supposed to be...What was it... Redpool? Liverpool? Deadman? Something...
"Excuse me, monsieur Crappy-Hulk-Impersonator!" The nut says, putting his bazooka down. He points to the car, which is currently tangled in my webbing. "I'm just driving through the neighborhood, minding my own business, dead body in the trunk and a song on my mind, and you have the audacity to pick up my car and throw it, with me in it, no less! Well, I hope you like round, red bumpy things, because before the day is over, you're going to be KISSING MY ASS!"
Next up: Deadpool and Spider-Man: Match made in Hell! Or High School...
So he comes up with a plan.
Back on Marvel Earth's New York City, we see Spider-Man standing on top of rooftop, with a bank below. He's waiting for the bank robbers to come out, at which time he will give them a solid thrashing. Before he can, a portal opens above him. The Silver Surfer falls out of the portal, beaten and damaged to a terrible extent. And out after him, comes Doomsday.
And so begins: Doomsday vs. The Marvel Universe.
Chapter One: It comes
Something inside just told me not to wake up this morning. It was just a nagging feeling, a voice telling me "Hey it's Saturday, you don't have any real problems, the universe can live without Spider-Man for one day. Stay in bed." But you know, there's that whole "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" thing. I try and stick by that saying, I figure Ben Grimm's got his whole "Clobberin' Time" thing and Wolverine has his "Best There is At What I Do" schtick, I need something. And it's a good saying to live by.
But right now, I'm wishing I just stayed in bed.
Because as I look down to the street below, where the Silver Surfer, former herald of Galactus and probably around the top five in the top one hundred list of guys who can beat me silly, now has his face dug into the concrete (Like we don't have enough potholes in this city), with a behemoth that looks he could give the Hulk a headache stomping him and surfboard in the ground, it occurs to me that this just isn't going to be a good day.
"Yo, spikehead!" I say, jumping to the street below and landing on top of a light post, just in his earshot, if he even has ears. My spider sense is screaming a just the sight of this guy, so right now I'm thinking the farther away the better. "I'm going to have to ask you kindly remove your foot from the Surfers behind! He gets around a lot, you don't where it's been!" You'd think from all my experience with the Hulk I'd learn not to taunt guys with muscles bigger than my head. Anyway, it doesn't really matter, because I don't think he heard, he just keeps on stomping on the Surfer like it's the new dance craze or something. "Somehow, I just know I'm gonna be sorry for this but..." I leap of the post and land a kick right in his neck, flipping over to a lamppost after the blow. My foot goes numb on impact, and I don't think he even blinked, but at least he stopped stomping on the poor Surfer. He turns to look at me, and manoman, does he look PISSED.
"Hey, I tried to get your attention the normal way. Now, before you commence on the beating which will inevitably occur, do you mind explaining why you decided to pick this fine day to visit New York and smash the Surfer's face in it?"
"RAHHR!!"
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that."
"So what am I supposed to call you, man?" I say, leaping into the air as this freak demolishes the lamppost. "You have a name?"
"RAHHR!!!"
"I think that names taken, I'll have to look it up." I stick to the building behind him and cover his head up, which'll work for all of, Oh say, five seconds, but enough time to get the Surfer's silvery self (Hey, try and say that five times fast) up to safety.
"Hey, you okay down there?" I say to the Surfer, as I land next to him. He's looking pretty messed up, bleeding some sort of cosmic...Goo. The freak is just now getting through the first few layers of the web-afro I put on his head. "You don't look so good. You want me an ambulance or Mr. Fantastic or something?"
"I am fine, Spider-Man. Although I do not expect that to last."
"Why, what's-" My spider-sense kicks into overdrive and I leap in the air just in time to see Surfer get planted even deeper into the ground by this freak show, taking a blow that would have made me into Amazing Spider- Paste. "Well, I've got to say, you are just about the rudest New York City tourist I've ever seen." I say as I leap above him. "No star search, no maps, you just start-" He leaps in the air, flying at me like a cannonball, and my Spider-Sense goes berserk, like I really needed it to tell me I'm in deep trouble. I web to the side of building and yank myself out of the way as the freak goes soaring into the air, landing on a nearby rooftop. For a second, he stands confused, not knowing where I went, and I wonder if maybe he's one of the Hulk's cousins, maybe the black sheep his family never talks about. But he doesn't stay bored for long. He immediately starts smashing the building to pieces in a single blow, sending him collapsing down with it as people scatter below. Not the smartest fellow.
I swing up above the debris, just as a wave of rocks comes flying out of the smoke. My Spider-Sense warns me, but it's too late, a rock slashes against my shoulder and another cuts my web line, leaving me to fall to the street. I land fine, but the beast comes charging out of the rubble, heading straight for me with fists swinging.
"Sheesh!" I say, as I leap over his fist. "I mean, what's up you, really?" I land another kick to his face, which has the same zero effect. "What your story? Magic? Experiment gone wrong? Bitten by a radioactive pit bull? What?" The monster reaches for me, but I just in the air and stick the side of a building again. "Come on, we're both adults here...I think. We can talk this out sensibly, and-" He's in no mood to talk. He jumps forward and smashes the building to rubble, forcing me to jump to the street. If he keeps this up, I'm going to have about three building left to swing on in the whole city. I'll have to buy a car. Worse yet, the Spider-Car. I don't ever do that again.
"RAHHR!!!
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time."
I decide he has to have some weak spot somewhere, so I drop back down the ground, dodge through his punches, and hit him in the spot where it should hurt most: Below the belt. Cheap, yes, but I don't have a whole lot of options here. Unfortunately, I find that his "love maker" is actually harder than the rest of his body, which scares me in so many ways. I flip to the side as his fist plows into the street, with him yelling "RAHHR" all the way. "And they call the Hulk stupid, at least he has more than a word vocabulary!" I decide it's time I showed him what I can do, so I kick it into high gear, flipping around him and landing blow after blow.
A punch to the stomach. He doesn't move.
A kick to the neck. Nothing.
I double-fist him in the nose. I think he yawned, either that or he just said "RAHHR" in a low voice.
"If at any time you feel the need to fall down and go unconscious, please feel free to do so!" I flip away about thirty yards down the street, catching my breath. I had a pizza binge recently, so I'm not in the best of shape. But if I didn't have indigestion at the moment, oh, woe unto this creature! I sort of expect him to come lumbering down towards me, but instead he just picks up a car and throws it at me. It's easy enough to dodge, so I do, I just jump over it. As the car passes under me I notice something: As hard as it is to believe, there are actually still people lingering around the area. And the car is heading straight for them. I shoot a web net just ahead of the car, stopping it before it can turn the pedestrians into roadside pizza. They get the message and start to run, thankfully. Unthankfully, as I land, the monster sneaks up on me and wraps his spike fist around me. My spider-sense starts to tingle like mad-After he actually caught me, I might add- and I start to wonder what is really cutting off my breath: The monster's hand, or the unbelievable stench coming from his armpits. I don't have long enough to really wonder about it, as a rocket explodes in his face. He forgets all about me and just lets me go to face this new challenge, and I scramble to the side, unsure of whether to take deep breaths to let in some more air. Down the street, some goof with a gun...I think I know this guy, he's supposed to be...What was it... Redpool? Liverpool? Deadman? Something...
"Excuse me, monsieur Crappy-Hulk-Impersonator!" The nut says, putting his bazooka down. He points to the car, which is currently tangled in my webbing. "I'm just driving through the neighborhood, minding my own business, dead body in the trunk and a song on my mind, and you have the audacity to pick up my car and throw it, with me in it, no less! Well, I hope you like round, red bumpy things, because before the day is over, you're going to be KISSING MY ASS!"
Next up: Deadpool and Spider-Man: Match made in Hell! Or High School...