Superman is in trouble.

Though thoroughly shaken by the strangers ability to wreak havoc on him while his own attempts have been for naught, Superman can't help but wonder if he is having some kind of out-of-body experience. Is any of this real?

"Oh yes, I am real," the stranger says as if reading Superman's thoughts. "But now, enough of this, it is time for your appearance in front of the tribunal."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Superman replies, his square jaw now set. He once again tries to pull his arm loose from the stangers grip but to no avail.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," the stranger says, not even showing any effort in maintaining his grip on the man of steel.

"Then it's going to have to be the hard way," Superman replies.

"As you wish." The stranger yanks Superman forward by the wrist and as he does, he delivers a hard upper cut to Superman's bread basket, the area between his belly button and his groin. Superman folds at the blow, his wind literally knocked out of him, gorge filling his throat which he fights to resist. The stranger begins to drag Superman forward. Though they appear to be in thin air, Superman tries to set his heels. As he spreads his legs for leverage, the stranger brings up a knee, catching Superman solidly in the groin. The pain is excruciating, something Superman has never experienced on earth. As he struggles, the stranger steps behind and locks an arm around Superman's throat. It is like a rear naked ****, only with one hand, his other still holding Superman's wrist.

Within seconds, the man of steel slumps ****. The stranger drags Supermans now inert body toward the place in the sphere where he had first appeared. The stranger steps through first, simply disappearing from sight. Superman follows, his arm looking like it is hanging in mid-air. Slowly his body too disappears. As his boot finally is pulled from sight, the sphere begins its noise again. Like a balloon popping, it too disappears, taking the stranger and Superman with it.