Immovable Object, Unstoppable Force II

Hercules rose to his feet, the ground trembling beneath him.

His face was a mask of fury and disbelief, the concept of being outmaneuvered clearly foreign to him.

"You..." he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You dare to make a fool of the son of Zeus?"

The Phantom stood motionless, his form seeming to flicker at the edges. "I merely showed you the limits of brute strength, Hercules.

The lesson is yours to learn... or ignore."

"Oh snap!" the Ringmaster chimed in. "Looks like someone's been taking classes at the Cosmic Burn Ward!

I haven't seen shade this deadly since that time I accidentally created a black hole during a tanning session!"

Hercules' eyes flashed with divine anger.

The sky above the arena darkened further, lightning arcing between ominous clouds. "No more games, little man.

Now you face the true power of Olympus!"