I mean brothers literally, of course. Sibling rivalry, Fourth World style!
Now with extra exclamation points!!!
Let’s review the card:
The Main Event:
We join our fight already in progress!
Few things are as lonely as having to chant your own name.
No kicking, scratching, hitting below the belt, Omega Beams, Astro-Forces,
or Beta-Clubs... ah, screw it, commence'ta getting it on!!
Poor Kalibak, no one can predict the fickle workings of King Jack!
What's this?! A ringer! The silent runner, Black Racer sneaks into the ring!
Does the Ski Pole of Death count as a foreign object?
Kalibak might be bearded carrion, but you don’t see him hawking kills
like the Vietnam Vet cum embodiment of death here.
Winner and still champeeeeen: Death on Skis, the Black Racer!
Who saw that coming?
Les Nouveaux Dieux sont morts, vivent les Nouveaux Dieux!
Words and pictures by the unestimable: Jack Kirby!
New Gods, Old Gods, there’s only one who devours all: Bah-lac-tus! Bah-lac-tus!