So far in this confrontation, Round 1 belonged to the stranger who had challenged SuperBecca and decked our heroine with a single blow. Round 2 appeared to have been won by Becca who pummled her foe. But has Becca become careless?????
SuperBecca approached the stranger who she had finally managed to drop to the ground following a blinding flurry of super-powered punches. Suddenly the other woman's legs lashed out at Becca knocking the super-one's own legs out from under her and sending Becca crashing to the ground. Becca sprang back to her feet and assumed her Power Stance. Her enemy did the same but rather than striking a pose, she struck out at Becca, landing several powerful blows on the Girl of Steel before Becca could react. But finally Becca did react at a fever pitched battle was on. Both women fought furiously, slamming each other with super powered punches and kicks to all parts of their awesomely muscled bodies. Those bodies soon glistened with sweat as the two combatants poured it on. Becca's hair was soon matted with sweat that ran down in rivers from her forehead. Never before had she fought so hard for so long.
The battle lasted only a few minutes. But, being fought at super speed a lot transpired during those minutes. Becca's offensive output and the punishment she was taking from her foe's attacks were taking their toll. Nothing in Becca's experience had prepared her for such a battle. She had always either dispatched her enemies quickly -- overwhelming them with her vastly superior super powers -- or had been rendered helpless by Kryptonite or some other foreign substance and only then been subject to the kind of beating she was taking now. Never before had she fought an opponent as strong -- or stronger -- than herself. The drain of fighting so hard for so long was something she had never experienced. Her super powers were fading and there was nothing she could do about it.
Becca reached deep down within herself to draw upon some reserve of energy ... She found nothing! She was weakening in the face of juggernaut blow after blow from her opponent. The punches were landing more frequently as Becca slowed -- her powers no longer great enough to drive her movement at maximum super speed.
Becca's own punches became feeble as her muscles were deprived of energy. Finally, a well-placed fist to Becca's jaw was more than the Maid of Might could take and she crumbled to her knees.
Becca tried to summon the power to rise but was too badly drained. A wave of dizziness came over her and the wozzy Becca fell forward. Her once powerful arms barely had the strength to stop her from doing a face-plant into the dirt. Suddenly, the stranger's white booted feet filled Becca's sweat blurred vision as her foe stood before her. Clasping her hands into a double fist, the woman slammed Becca across her shoulder blades. Becca's arms almost buckled under the force but somehow managed again to keep Becca's face from landing in the dirt at her enemy's feet. One of those feet flashed into motion between Becca's now quivering arms, kicking the no-longer super Becca in her chest and sending her flailing into the air. Becca landed on her back with a sickening "THUD" that echoed across the now silent battlefield. SuperBecca was done for!
Becca's enemy approached. Becca was gasping for breath, the crash landing having knocked the wind out of her. Her back ached from the impact .... what little of Becca's invulnerability that had been left proved inadequate to protect her. As the strange woman drew near, it was clear that she was not going to make the same mistake Becca had. Becca lay sprawled beneath the towering woman. A trace of a grin might have been present on the stranger's face as she stomped mercilessly on Becca's once rock hard abs. The inpact was agonizing; driving any breath Becca had managed to gain back out of her lungs and sending spasms of pain through Becca's now vulnerable body. Finally the other woman spoke for the first time. "Do you surrender?"
Becca managed to quite unconvincingly reply in a squeaky, breath deprived voice, "Never! I'm Superg......"
Once again, SuperBecca was stopped in mid utterance of her name, this time by another stomp to her aching belly. The high heel of her opponent's boot drove into her navel while it's platform sole crushed any resistance remaining in Becca's abs. Becca's valiant reply was turned into a low moan by the pain. It was all more than she could take. "How could this be happening," thought a muddled Becca. "Only this morning I was thinking that I was stronger than ever!"
The stranger reached down and grasped Becca's Supergirl costume by the neckline. Only an hour or so ago Becca had been wondering if she would need a larger costume. Now, Becca's superpower deprived muscles had shrunk in size so there was loose fabric that gathered in the woman's fist. Becca could see that her conquerer's arm was still powerfully muscled and showed no signs of the weakness that filled Becca's body. Becca was yanked violently to fer feet but her leg muscles were little more than jelly so she hung rather pathetically from the arm of the victor.
The other woman looked over the defeated SuperBecca and laughed. "I was wondering what it might be like to fight you, Becca," she said. "You put up a pretty good fight there for a few moments. Not much stamina though, huh? You're not used to fighting someone with as much strength .....HA! maybe more....than you have, are you? Well, now you know what happens when a merely Super GIRL goes up against a truly Mega WOMAN! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Megawoman's distain for her victim was evident in the way she emphasized the word GIRL. Anyone seeing SuperBecca earlier in the morning would have quickly realized that she was no mere GIRL but rather a fabulous, powerful, sexy WOMAN. But the helpless Becca that was still supported by Megawoman mighty arm felt closer to a child at the moment than an adult. She felt as weak as a baby and though she knew her superpowers would eventually retrun, she had no idea how they would compete with the awesome exhibition of power put on my Megawoman out there on the battlefield.
Megawoman finally stopped her laughter and shifted her grasp from Becca's neckline to her cape. The additional fabric of the cape allowed Becca to fall to her knees, her legs still too weak to support her body. Dirt from the battlefield crept into the tops of Becca's bright red boots as they gaped open, hanging loosely from her shrunken, power-deprived calfs.
With a jerk, Megawoman slung the limp SuperBecca over her shoulder like little more than a sack of soiled laundry. Becca hung from her cape as Megawoman launched herself skyward, carrying the defeated SuperBecca to an uncertain future.
TO BE CONTNUED