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The tantrum was a spectacle of civic destruction. High above the streets of New York, G-Girl, the city's one-time beloved heroine, was in the middle of a very public, very messy breakup. She hovered outside her now-ex-boyfriend Matt Saunders's high-rise apartment, her eyes glowing with red-hot fury as she used her heat vision to carve a rather unflattering caricature of him into the building's glass facade. In her hands, she effortlessly held his prized sports car, preparing to use it as a battering ram.
"You think you can just dump me, Matt!?" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the borough. "NO ONE DUMPS G-GIRL!"
This chaotic, emotionally charged display of power did not go unnoticed. Miles away, in the sovereign nation of Kahndaq, a new protector was monitoring the world. Teth-Adam, the being known as Black Adam, saw this event not as a lover's quarrel, but as a profound insult to the very nature of power itself. He saw a god-like being using her gifts for a pathetic, mortal tantrum, terrorizing the innocent in the process. It was a dishonorable, chaotic display, and it required correction. His correction.
The air above Manhattan cracked with a sonic boom. Black Adam arrived in a blur of motion, hovering opposite the enraged superheroine, his arms crossed, his face a mask of granite-carved disapproval.
G-Girl stopped her artistic vandalism, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the massive, muscular man in the black suit. "Hey!" she yelled, pointing the sports car at him threateningly. "This is a private moment! Butt out, cape-o, before you get seriously hurt!"
Black Adam’s gaze was utterly unimpressed. He looked at the powerful woman, at the car she was holding, at the terrified faces in the windows below, and his contempt was palpable.
"You wield the power of the gods," his voice was a low, ancient rumble, a sound of thunder and tombs. "And you use it for this. For a childish display of emotion. You are a disgrace to all who hold such strength. This behavior will not be tolerated." He floated forward slightly, an imposing figure of absolute authority. "Stand down, or be put down."
G-Girl’s face went from furious to apoplectic. To be dumped, and then to be lectured by some muscle-bound, flying funeral director? "Oh, you did NOT just say that to me!" she screamed.
With a shriek of pure, unadulterated rage, she hurled the two-ton sports car not at the building, but directly at Black Adam's condescending face.
The Champion of Kahndaq did not flinch. He did not move. He simply raised one hand, ready to catch the projectile like a child's toy, his eyes beginning to crackle with the divine lightning of the god Aton. The battle between the ancient, wrathful tyrant and the modern, neurotic superheroine had begun.
 

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MATCH SCORE
Black Adam: 1
G-Girl: 0

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