Clarkie Wins!

Clarkie could see his goody two shoes version of himself weaken as his body seemed to lose definition of his muscles. Clarkie, on the other hand, felt like he had been hit with a surge of energy as his muscles seemed to feel like they had grown. The skies over head were a beautiful scarlet as he heard the voice of his beloved Mindy echo forth.

The wienie was breathing heavier, as he spoke with a shaky voice, "Aren't you listening to what she is saying. How she is controlling you?"

"Oh, and Lois isn't controlling you. Or the old geezers? Mindy at least let's me out to do what I want. Not keep me caged like you and the other losers." he said, his eyes glowing red with his growing rage. If making Mindy happy kept Clarkie out, well, he loved Mindy. And her being happy usually made him happy as well.

He looked at the ground before him. The boring hodunk nowhere town his grew up in, with nothing more fun then football and cow tipping. With the dull and prudish Lois every where. Now Metropolis was filled with fun, all kind of wild times to indulge all of his desires. Including Mindy in all sorts of sexy outfits for hot times between the two of them. All he had to do was get rid of the old wimpy version of himself. Then his life could begin.

He began to smirk as he charged to attack again, to pound his foe. Where previously they were equals to each other, this time Clark was losing ground. Literally, since with each attack the landscape shifted. More and more of Smallville was being plowed under by a growing Metropolis. Old fashioned stores and buildings were replaced by clubs and bars. Hot babes on every corner and pleasures of all kinds where ever he could look.

He remarked as he continued to wail on Clark, "Looks like modern progress is on the march, wiping out the old and useless. How does it feel to be as extinct as a dodo? The world doesn't need you any more. What it needs... is me!"

With that, came a supersonic hit as it **** the weakling in red and blue back to the furthest edges of what use to be Smallville, as it was systematically swallowed up by Metropolis. Clarkie knew he was winning as the city nearly covered the entire landscape. Only one since place from Smallville was left. The heart of the loser's whole psyche, the Ol' Kent Farmstead. Or at least what was left of the building as he had knocked Clark in the middle of the building, smashing it.

The 'hero' made his last stand, slowly rising over the home as he looked even more threadbare. He was breathing heavier, he looked thinner and weaker as if sick, his skin was wrinkled as his hair was white. Clarkie retorted, "Trying for a last minute ditch effort for a heroic comeback? Too bad that only happens in the movies, this is real life. Only the strong and the best get what they deserve!"

With that Clark charged, as Clarkie breathed his Artic Breath to freeze his foe solid. As the body fell, Clarkie punched it into pieces at the same time he used his Heatvision. Clark was atomized as his dust rained down on the farm. As it hit, the Farm as transformed into a huge modern mansion with a large garage, tennis court, as well as a swimming pool. Which contained a sun-bathing Mindy in the sexiest smallest bikini he had ever seen.

With that, Clarkie woke up!