The men all filed down into the underground lair. All wore the same clothing: A red cap over their heads. Black tanktops, and military pants. They call themselves the Cult of Bloodsport.
Their leader steps up onto a stage, and speaks.
"YOU ALL REMEMBER WHEN OUR LEADER FELL!" He declared. "IT WAS A TIME LONG AGO....." He began to tell the tale all of them knew so well.
Flashback, Gotham City:
Bloodsport ran from his enemy, pressing a button on his belt, he teleported a machine gun into his hands. He turned around, firing at the Batman, who evaded his bullets, landing a hard punch across his face. He fell to the ground. Bloodsport threw a leg sweep, which Batman evaded, picking him up by his collar. He tossed him aside....But Bloodsport had one last burst of strength. He aimed his gun and shot Batman four times in the back. He fell to the ground,, limp.
After realizing what he had done, he dropped his gun. "I've just killed The Bat." he said to himself. "No....NO!"
Bloodsport fled, desperately trying to escape the inevitable. However, within seconds, Superman stood in front of him. He swatted him aside like a ragdoll. As he looked up, standing over him was Batman, who had miraculously survived the shots to the chest.
"It's over, Bloodsport." Superman proclaimed. "You're under arrest for attempted murder."
"No...." Bloodsport said, as if in a trance. "I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" He pressed a button on his belt, teleporting a handgun into his hands. He quickly shot himself through the head, rather than be arrested.
Now:
As the leader finished his speech, a long period of silence came over the crowd. Finally, he raised his gun into the air, and shouted: "IN THE NAME OF BLOODSPORT, HIS DEATH WILL BE AVENGED!"
The crowd echoed his words. And their leader whispered: "So says Bloodsport."
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