Maestro Hulk puts down the freshly beaten cadaver of his latest foe... and sneers...
Living the comfortable life, surrounded by minions, the only challenges he faces now, are those of his own choice - venturing out into the wastelands surrounding his great city, to destroy whatever foul radiation-twisted beasts dare consider him a meal...
But the challenges seem to be getting easier... his foes get older and weaker whilst his own nuclear strength never ebbs, never fades... his wounds never fail to heal... the only crippling injury now seems to be boredom....
That's why the Maestro had taken to treating his people so fouly the last months...
Executions... fit only for his amusement - innocent people, not guilty of any crime - yet selected at random to be the lastest in a series of victims - to be torn apart by a pack of beasts for his pleasure...
The starvation - entire populations in his city, being deprived of food, suffering pangs of hunger... eventually turning upon eachother in desperation, in hunger and in madness... all surveyed in sadistic glee over the monitors, by their dictator....
Slowly driven to madness by his boredom and confinement, their green-skinned tyrant had grown to be hated by his people... over the last few months people had plotted against him... plotted to bring someone from a far away time and distant place.... to overthrow him...
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Maestro arrives that evening back at his city, after his foray into the wilderness... his muscles not strained, his skin not broken, no tiredness tos who for the fifteen beasts he had slain that day... no sense of satisfaction... he growled as he approached the gates at the entrance to his metropolis... they opened to admit him entrance...
He stalked straight down through corridors and alleyways, straight to the main hall of his domain... he didn't notice the people, cowled and scared, shrinking back into the shadows to hide from him... wary of him...? Or of something else... something they knew...
Maestro threw open the doors to the Main Hall...
And stopped....
Crowds of people lined the edges of his thrown room... people who ordinarily wouldn't dare intrude here... the troublemakers, the riff-raff... lowly servants too, who shouldn't be permitted in here at all... mingling with his more loyal staff, his security guards... everyone lined the hall watching him as he entered...
Eyes narrowed, suspicion on his mind and on his face, he walks forwards into the centre of the chamber...
"WHAT is going on here....???" He bellows. His voice reverberates through both building and populace... dozens step back... several faint...
"Is anyone going to answer my CALL??" Maestro glares about the oppulent room, with it's throne, it's carpets, it's high ceiling and stained glass... a cruel mockery of the ruins which fill the rest of this world...
"As I thought... COWARDS and TRAITORS!!" He roars.
But as from nowhere... a voice replies... it's tones strong and clear...
"I will answer you. And I tell you these people are neither cowards NOR traitors... those titles my friend, befall only upon you..."
Maestro snarls... "Show yourself rebel! Let me rend you where you stand!"
Silence... then out of the darkness, high up above the people and their raging dictator, comes a stirring of the air... a slight noise of a cape rustling upon a breeze.... and down from the sky, like some god of justice... of retribution... their floats down the figure of a man...
He alights on the flagged floor and raises his eyes to meet Maestro's.
Tall, muscular, black hair and blue eyes, the stranger is clad neck to toe in a blue costume, a red cape and boots... an S emblazoned across his chest...
"Ha!" Maestro laughs. "Who are you who try to challenge me? Look at you - you look like a circus freak! You look like a trapeze artist! You've got nerve even to stand there, with all these people looking on...!!! Mwahaha!"
The caped stranger raises an eyebrow and grins slightly...
"It's because of these people that I am here... they summoned me here with a machine... from another timestream... to rid them of a menace... a dictator who was ruining their lives with his ceaseless demands and his sadistic whims..."
Maestro's eyes widened with a curious mixture of anger and disbelief... "Then as soon as I've ripped you apart then I shall make sure they never have the will to do such a thing again!!! Raaaaaaaaarrrgh!!"
With a raging bellow, the beast charges, his massively powerful legs launching him forwards with immeasurable force, in an instant he is in front of his opponent and his huge arms swing fists the size of demolition balls upwards through the air... where they hit nothing....
Maestro stands there... confused... alone... the circle of people stand also confused... scared... waiting with bated breath...
The stranger appears again, instantly... down the opposite end of the hall...
"You're a villain and a despot... you're time is at an end... you can't hope to defeat Superman...."
Maestro stands and sniffs. He thinks. He's sampled this 'Super'man's speed. Another leap would result in more humiliation.
"Come here and prove your strength oh Superman..." He smiles.
Superman walks forwards until he stands barely two feet from the green skinned behemoth.
"I'll stand still if you like..." He grins.
"Raaaarrrrgh!!!" His anger now provoked, he swings again for Superman's now stationary jaw... and connects with a CRRAAACKK - like the sound of a bullet from a gun...
Superman stands unmoved, un fazed, unbloodied...
And Maestro stares at his fist... his fingers cracked and broken... his punch - from arms which can lift 200 tons - had no effect on his opponent... how strong must this foe be....?
"When I don't wish to be moved..." states Superman, with a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye... "No force on Earth can move me..."
As Maestro holds his crippled hand in his other, Superman raises his own, level with Maestros forehead, finger braced against his thumb...
And he flicks...
CCRRRRAAACCCKKKOOOMMMMMM!!!
Maestro flies backwards down the hall at speed, his feet not touching the ground until... SMMAAACK! He hits a solid, immovable object and falls to the ground....
Shaking his head, vision still blurred he gets up and seeing the red and blue wall he had hit, he lunges to try to grapple his adversary....
And grabs only thin air, again....
The sound of a thousand sonic booms fills the air, cracking concrete and masonry, causing to cover their ears in panic....
Maestro stands on the spot... nay, a coupla feet above the ground... rattling this way and that, like a puppet whose strings were being controlled by someone having a fit... his body bending, contorting, being broken and pulped into mush by the shock of a hundred impacts a second, each one capable of destroying a mountain in one hit.
The blows stop, the air stops rippling, the ground stops shaking and people unclamp their ears...
Before gravity takes effect on the unrecognizable lump of broken flesh and bone that was the evil dictator.... a flash, bright as the sun, it's brilliance only bettered by the burning fury of it's heat, emitted from the far side of the hall where Superman has now reappeared.... the burning beam of death reaches the body of the ex-Maestro and no further... it's destructive influence only affecting what Superman wants it to.
The burning power of the ray take mere seconds to disintegrate the formless corpse... first to ashes... then to smoke... then to nothingness....
Superman stands there... his form still sillouhetted by his own vast internal energies... glowing like a god from legends of old...
Of Maestro there is nothing... and never shall be again....
The people around are still... shaken... in awe....
Some want to rush up to thank this stranger.... to tell him of the pain they've suffered and of their gratitude to him for alleviating it...
If they'd known the Man behind the power - the man of justice, truth and liberty - then they would have....
But as it were... they had seen his power... and they feared power...
They had seen the dictator whom they had served for years... beaten and humiliated and then destroyed with contemptuous ease by this warrior....
He had demonstrated strength many hundreds, nay, thousands of times greater than Maestro's own... he was as fast as to be invisible and his very eyes could heat up as hot as the fires of the sun itself....
Truly Maestro was no match for this warrior... this man.. this... SUPERman....
But even as the populace mused upon these things, even as some of them might've been gathering up the courage to thank Superman for his deeds, a crackle of lightning came and went... and with it, the man of steel returned to his own time-stream...
Leaving the people here to rebuild their lives on their own.... to rebuild this city, this... metropolis.
And to pass on down the ages the legend... of their cruel dictator... and how he was defeated by the greatest hero not of their time...
Superman...
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Peace dudes.
Originally posted by leonidas
<<Powers/Abilities: The Maestro has the exact same abilities as the Hulk but at a higher level due to the years of gamma absorption.>.stronger as he gets angrier. as i said, i see maestro as the evolution of prof hulk. and prof hulk does not get stronger.
The only reason the Professor doesn't get stronger is because Bruce is afraid of what his unleashed strength can do. Maestro is insane and doesn't have those concerns, thus it would stand to reason that he didn't have the same 'Savage Banner' failsafe.
Originally posted by ZephroCarnelian
Maestro Hulk puts down the freshly beaten cadaver of his latest foe... and sneers...
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And to pass on down the ages the legend... of their cruel dictator... and how he was defeated by the greatest hero not of their time...Superman...
Peace dudes.
Pre-Crisis maybe but current Superman would have a fight on his hand.
Um Prof Hulk did get stronger...it was just harder for his cocky, overconfident ass to get angry. For instance, when trauma kidnaped Atlanta, Prof Hulk got so mad that he started yelling Savage Hulk lingo: "Hulk is the strongest one there is!". After he casually shattered the whole landscape with his fist.
Originally posted by Wynndar
Um Prof Hulk did get stronger...it was just harder for his cocky, overconfident ass to get angry. For instance, when trauma kidnaped Atlanta, Prof Hulk got so mad that he started yelling Savage Hulk lingo: "Hulk is the strongest one there is!". After he casually shattered the whole landscape with his fist.
True, the increasing strength is something that all Hulk's possess. I misphrased what I was trying to say. I was referring to how his strength increase is retarded due to his fear of reverting to type, which is why he has the 'Savage Banner' failsafe.
Yea but when Prof did get mad he trashed everyone and his strength increased dramatically ie: When he shattered that landscape after Trauma kidnapped Atlanta, when he killed Trauma, when he beat down Madman, when he beat down Juggernaut, When he broke Hoarfang's jaw, etc. Thus Maestro, who is stronger at his base and mentally unstable (cant control his temper) is a pretty formidable adversary who would not be "breaking his fingers" against Superman's face.
He would if he attacked at a mere two hundred ton level.
That kind of level is laughable to Superman.
Simply laughable.
Can anyone show me a feat of Maestro's which can compare to anything Supes can do...?
Anyone....?
And my avoid Maestro, pummel him to death with a thousand punches, then incinerate his carcass trick works on any Hulk.
Superman's combination of unbelievable speed, strength faaaar in excess of Maetro's - at least for the duration of this battle, durability easily on par with or exceeding Maestro's, vapourising xxxx degree heat vision, super-reaction times, flight.... etc etc etc etc
If Supes went all out, which he should do according to the rules.... Maestro is a punch bag. A punch bag that won't last long enough to really tax Supes....
i HAVE seen prof hulk 'snap' and go savage. i think anger triggers savage hulk. i still don't think prof hulk increases in strength. he needs that child-like rage to increase. if prof hulk gets po'd, he reverts to savage, child-like hulk THEN his strength goes through the roof.
you might be right lft, about maestro's insanity, but as i said, i never saw evidence of his increasing strength in any of maestro's appearances. been a while since i reread them. does he ever SAY his strength increases? even when thor fought him in the arctic (antarctic??), it didn't appear he was getting stronger.
Originally posted by ZephroCarnelian
Maestro Hulk puts down the freshly beaten cadaver of his latest foe... and sneers...Living the comfortable life, surrounded by minions, the only challenges he faces now, are those of his own choice - venturing out into the wastelands surrounding his great city, to destroy whatever foul radiation-twisted beasts dare consider him a meal...
But the challenges seem to be getting easier... his foes get older and weaker whilst his own nuclear strength never ebbs, never fades... his wounds never fail to heal... the only crippling injury now seems to be boredom....
That's why the Maestro had taken to treating his people so fouly the last months...
Executions... fit only for his amusement - innocent people, not guilty of any crime - yet selected at random to be the lastest in a series of victims - to be torn apart by a pack of beasts for his pleasure...
The starvation - entire populations in his city, being deprived of food, suffering pangs of hunger... eventually turning upon eachother in desperation, in hunger and in madness... all surveyed in sadistic glee over the monitors, by their dictator....
Slowly driven to madness by his boredom and confinement, their green-skinned tyrant had grown to be hated by his people... over the last few months people had plotted against him... plotted to bring someone from a far away time and distant place.... to overthrow him...
--------------------------------
Maestro arrives that evening back at his city, after his foray into the wilderness... his muscles not strained, his skin not broken, no tiredness tos who for the fifteen beasts he had slain that day... no sense of satisfaction... he growled as he approached the gates at the entrance to his metropolis... they opened to admit him entrance...
He stalked straight down through corridors and alleyways, straight to the main hall of his domain... he didn't notice the people, cowled and scared, shrinking back into the shadows to hide from him... wary of him...? Or of something else... something they knew...
Maestro threw open the doors to the Main Hall...
And stopped....
Crowds of people lined the edges of his thrown room... people who ordinarily wouldn't dare intrude here... the troublemakers, the riff-raff... lowly servants too, who shouldn't be permitted in here at all... mingling with his more loyal staff, his security guards... everyone lined the hall watching him as he entered...
Eyes narrowed, suspicion on his mind and on his face, he walks forwards into the centre of the chamber...
"WHAT is going on here....???" He bellows. His voice reverberates through both building and populace... dozens step back... several faint...
"Is anyone going to answer my CALL??" Maestro glares about the oppulent room, with it's throne, it's carpets, it's high ceiling and stained glass... a cruel mockery of the ruins which fill the rest of this world...
"As I thought... COWARDS and TRAITORS!!" He roars.
But as from nowhere... a voice replies... it's tones strong and clear...
"I will answer you. And I tell you these people are neither cowards NOR traitors... those titles my friend, befall only upon you..."
Maestro snarls... "Show yourself rebel! Let me rend you where you stand!"
Silence... then out of the darkness, high up above the people and their raging dictator, comes a stirring of the air... a slight noise of a cape rustling upon a breeze.... and down from the sky, like some god of justice... of retribution... their floats down the figure of a man...
He alights on the flagged floor and raises his eyes to meet Maestro's.
Tall, muscular, black hair and blue eyes, the stranger is clad neck to toe in a blue costume, a red cape and boots... an S emblazoned across his chest...
"Ha!" Maestro laughs. "Who are you who try to challenge me? Look at you - you look like a circus freak! You look like a trapeze artist! You've got nerve even to stand there, with all these people looking on...!!! Mwahaha!"
The caped stranger raises an eyebrow and grins slightly...
"It's because of these people that I am here... they summoned me here with a machine... from another timestream... to rid them of a menace... a dictator who was ruining their lives with his ceaseless demands and his sadistic whims..."
Maestro's eyes widened with a curious mixture of anger and disbelief... "Then as soon as I've ripped you apart then I shall make sure they never have the will to do such a thing again!!! Raaaaaaaaarrrgh!!"
With a raging bellow, the beast charges, his massively powerful legs launching him forwards with immeasurable force, in an instant he is in front of his opponent and his huge arms swing fists the size of demolition balls upwards through the air... where they hit nothing....
Maestro stands there... confused... alone... the circle of people stand also confused... scared... waiting with bated breath...
The stranger appears again, instantly... down the opposite end of the hall...
"You're a villain and a despot... you're time is at an end... you can't hope to defeat Superman...."
Maestro stands and sniffs. He thinks. He's sampled this 'Super'man's speed. Another leap would result in more humiliation.
"Come here and prove your strength oh Superman..." He smiles.
Superman walks forwards until he stands barely two feet from the green skinned behemoth.
"I'll stand still if you like..." He grins.
"Raaaarrrrgh!!!" His anger now provoked, he swings again for Superman's now stationary jaw... and connects with a CRRAAACKK - like the sound of a bullet from a gun...
Superman stands unmoved, un fazed, unbloodied...
And Maestro stares at his fist... his fingers cracked and broken... his punch - from arms which can lift 200 tons - had no effect on his opponent... how strong must this foe be....?
"When I don't wish to be moved..." states Superman, with a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye... "No force on Earth can move me..."
As Maestro holds his crippled hand in his other, Superman raises his own, level with Maestros forehead, finger braced against his thumb...
And he flicks...
CCRRRRAAACCCKKKOOOMMMMMM!!!
Maestro flies backwards down the hall at speed, his feet not touching the ground until... SMMAAACK! He hits a solid, immovable object and falls to the ground....
Shaking his head, vision still blurred he gets up and seeing the red and blue wall he had hit, he lunges to try to grapple his adversary....
And grabs only thin air, again....
The sound of a thousand sonic booms fills the air, cracking concrete and masonry, causing to cover their ears in panic....
Maestro stands on the spot... nay, a coupla feet above the ground... rattling this way and that, like a puppet whose strings were being controlled by someone having a fit... his body bending, contorting, being broken and pulped into mush by the shock of a hundred impacts a second, each one capable of destroying a mountain in one hit.
The blows stop, the air stops rippling, the ground stops shaking and people unclamp their ears...
Before gravity takes effect on the unrecognizable lump of broken flesh and bone that was the evil dictator.... a flash, bright as the sun, it's brilliance only bettered by the burning fury of it's heat, emitted from the far side of the hall where Superman has now reappeared.... the burning beam of death reaches the body of the ex-Maestro and no further... it's destructive influence only affecting what Superman wants it to.
The burning power of the ray take mere seconds to disintegrate the formless corpse... first to ashes... then to smoke... then to nothingness....
Superman stands there... his form still sillouhetted by his own vast internal energies... glowing like a god from legends of old...
Of Maestro there is nothing... and never shall be again....
The people around are still... shaken... in awe....
Some want to rush up to thank this stranger.... to tell him of the pain they've suffered and of their gratitude to him for alleviating it...
If they'd known the Man behind the power - the man of justice, truth and liberty - then they would have....
But as it were... they had seen his power... and they feared power...
They had seen the dictator whom they had served for years... beaten and humiliated and then destroyed with contemptuous ease by this warrior....
He had demonstrated strength many hundreds, nay, thousands of times greater than Maestro's own... he was as fast as to be invisible and his very eyes could heat up as hot as the fires of the sun itself....
Truly Maestro was no match for this warrior... this man.. this... SUPERman....
But even as the populace mused upon these things, even as some of them might've been gathering up the courage to thank Superman for his deeds, a crackle of lightning came and went... and with it, the man of steel returned to his own time-stream...
Leaving the people here to rebuild their lives on their own.... to rebuild this city, this... metropolis.
And to pass on down the ages the legend... of their cruel dictator... and how he was defeated by the greatest hero not of their time...
Superman...
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Peace dudes.
God, I hate fanfic, it's ALWAYS biased and it's ALWAYS shitty.
Superman isn't immovable and he isn't a god, he's a farmboy with super powers.
He wins, but not because of any skill or respectable character he has, he wins only because he's a overpowered chump.
Nah, it was good till the "Flick" thing, then I just had to call bullshit.
Originally posted by jks
FANBOY ALERT, FANBOY ALERT!!!!
Big words dude.
Tell me something impressive that Maestro has done....
I base my arguments on facts, not opinion.
Superman all out would be impossible for Maestro to hit.
He could land punches on Maestro easily, tens or hundreds a second - each of which would be hundreds of times more powerful than Maestro's own.
Now listen....
It's not the Hulk's lack of POWER that let's Superman defeat him.
It's his lack of versatility.
Maestro has Hulk's Power +.
But that matters not a jot - Supes still holds every trump card.
He has speed, flight and strength down.
Unlimited strength means nothing against Supes.
If Maestro had a kryptonite beard, I'd consider him a challenge for the Big Blue.
As he is, he's just Hulk+. And Hulk+ goes down hard.
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Oh - and before anyone talks about Maestro Hulk having Banner's intellect or anything.... let me remind you that Superman is multiple times the genius of Banner. 🙂
Peace my friends.
Errr... Jinzin dude.... since when did Doomsday have unlimited strength....?
He just evolved in order to be protected against every conceivable form of attack....
He never had unlimited strength....
And besides.... what good is unlimited strength if you can't hit your opponent with it...?
I'm glad you agree with Leo though lol! 😄
It's not Hulk's power that loses the battle - it's his lack of flexibility in combat.