Silly Spike-Thingie

After a few weeks of intensive study of various grimoires, Rita felt comfortable performing the "Rite of the Writhing Rhinoceros", which bonded her with the fabulous metal spike. "Ah, such delicious power! I'll bet that I could defeat just about anybody in this whole damn place, with the 'Shimmering Silvery Spiky Energy' that is now mine to command. HA!"

Rita shouts out her "power phrase" loudly -- "Shimmering Silvery Spike of Sondershay!"  All of a sudden, her white lab clothes are replaced with an extremely skimpy supervillainess costume.

"Wow! What a rush! Hey, my costume is a bit like that nutty bimbo, 'Purple Mystery' -- ain't nuthin coverin' my breasts! Interesting. I guess I don't mind showin' the gals off; I have always been pretty darn proud of 'em. HA!"

Rita wanders off, in search of more valuable occultic artifacts. "Yup, that's what everyone else in these parts does, so I might as well join the crowd. I've already got a hankerin' for some extra mystical energy. I think I will just go by my old moniker when I was doin' my wrestlin' jig, and call myself 'Rollickin' Rita'. Yup, I like that a lot!"

Suddenly, the powerful Misfit "Brakka-Doom the Thunderer" appears on the scene, and confronts the sexy brunette -- "What is this that I see? A new superheroine? Oh, wait, I recognize you from those ridiculous wrestling shows. You are 'Rollickin' Rita', aren't you? Hey, I would really like an autograph, if you don't mind... UUUHHH!!"

Rita has manifested her Silver Spike, and has directed it to blast Brakka-Doom out of the sky.

PLOP! The cretin lands several yards away, but does not seem injured at all. "Hmmm. An unwarranted attack! So, you have joined the ranks of those silly do-gooders, have you, Rita? And you have acquired an awesome weapon -- yes, I do recognize the 'Sacred, Shimmering Silvery Spike of Sondershay'. I had read that Mixapontic University had unearthed the relic, and that it had gone missing recently... UUUHHH!!!"

Rollickin' Rita has unleashed another blast at Brakka-Doom. "Yeah, You're right about the Silvery Spike, Brakka-Doom. But you're dead wrong about me being a superheroine. I have joined the infamous ranks of villainy as 'Rollickin' Rita', you doltish Misfit!"

"Oh, so you are keeping your quaint wrestling alias. Good idea... UUUFFF!!"

Brakka-Doom has absorbed yet another punishing blast from Rita's awesome silver spike. He easily shrugs it off, however, and raises his mystical mallet into attack position. "You really need to stop annoying me with those paltry blasts, oh 'Rollickin' Rita'. Here, my dear, have a taste of true, thundering power."

ZZATTT!!  A withering blast of pure eldritch energy arcs out of the hammer's ebony head.

KWA-THOOM!  Rita is struck down savagely! She crumples to the pavement. "G-Good Lord... s-such power... I n-never dreamed..."

"I can take care of your weapon, now, Rita, or at least your tenuous 'connection' with the famed spike of Sondershay."  Brakka-Doom surrounds the odd object with a coruscating field of magical energies.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!! My bond with the spike -- g-gone! Oh, it hurts... f-feel so weak..."

"I will defeat you utterly, Rita. But, I must say, it has been a pleasure meeting you."

"Aw, stop bein' so damn polite, an' just get it over with, you nutty old fiend...  UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

The Thunderer has connected with a final bolt. Rita's consciousness is shattered, and she drops back to the hard pavement -- WHUMP!

"So many fascinating and attractive Super-powered women around. And now there is one more! Sleep soundly, oh my sexy 'Rollickin' Rita'. HA HA HA HA HA!"

Brakka-Doom leaves the scene. The lovely, almost-nude Miss Rittering remains sprawled out cold on the pavement for many long hours...