by the_indestructible_man, theory9 and locomotor71
Garcia, D.C., antimatter world:
A limousine with tinted dark windows pulled up outside the Capitol Building in the nation's capital. Opening the door, Theory 9 had a double-take as he noticed the difference between their two worlds; in front of him, instead of the familiar Washington Capitol Building stood a tall, cold metal tower.
Killer Weed: "Come with me..."
The two walked into the sterile gray building and down the hall to the elevator. Killer Weed pulled out his communicator, typed in a code, and stood by as the door swished open. The two stepped in and rode down a hundred levels to the lowest sub-basement.
Theory 9: "What are we doing?"
Killer Weed: "Coming to see the boss."
From the shadows was the outline of a chair and an occupant in armor. Next to him, on his computer console, flanked by a thousand monitors, rested a helmet. He spoke.
Hate Assbury: "Another visitor from the other world, Tim?"
Killer Weed: "Yes, sir. This one arrived rather suddenly in Kansas. He seems to have quite a hatred for the Indestructible Man himself."
Hate Assbury: "So, more of Ultra-Conservative's enemies, eh? Very well -- the enemy of my enemy is my pawn. We need more help to take into account the MSO members the mystery men from beyond the veil have defeated. Equip this man with the necessary tools and send him to Marten's lab in Boston to set up a new northeastern defense."
Killer Weed: "What of California, then?"
Hate Assbury: "Send a message to your counterpart, Tim, to set the retcon bomb and bring him and his wife here. We can alter his shell to look like you, and they can secure the old base in San Francisco."
Killer Weed: "That's awfully close to Las Vegas, though... What if the heroes there defeat the Whore?"
Hate Assbury: "Then we'll set up your counterpart's wife as the new mother of harlots. Der Kontinuity must be continued. And don't worry about Babylon -- those heroes are going nowhere, and on this world, no one knows more about nowhere than I..."
Theory 9, a bit confused and a little frightened by what had transpired, suddenly realized who these two villains actually were. Before he could respond, he was pulled away by Killer Weed, and tried to remember his Golden Age history, just in case.
Theory 9, still woozy from the temporal bolt, stared around as Killer Weed dragged him through the dull gray hallway. "Who are these guys? If only I could remember... as long as I can exact my revenge."
Killer Weed: "Relax, you're about to become part of something great!"
Theory 9 thought to himself, They don't know my powers... better lay low until I've recovered. Out loud he said, "So what did that guy mean when he said 'necessary tools'?
Killer Weed: "You'll see..."
Theory 9 consoled himself with the fact that soon, his time would come.
Las Vegas, antimatter world:
In a casino showroom, Nowhereman desperately fought against the two colossal gimps attacking him, trying to use the fire of the torchiere to keep them away.
Nowhereman thought, Damn you, Smasher! You were so keyed in on greed that you got it turned right into lust by that bitch's pheromones. I'm gonna deal with you as soon as I'm done with these freaks!
Lost in thought for a moment, Nowhereman was unable to stop Gomorrah from ripping the torchiere from his hands and knocking him upside the head. Groggily, he was helpless as Sodom grabbed him and turned him around.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, crash of thunder, and whiff of brimstone as a space temporal rift opened up.
Releasing his cringe, the dropped Nowhereman turned to see the two gimps on the ground, unconscious underneath an ugly, bulky old man with a big rocket on his back.
LocoMotor: "Well, I'll be... A guy can't so much as take a nap anymore without a crisis breaking out. What the hell? Boy, what you doing with these perverts?"
Nowhereman: "You... you're LocoMotor... of the AAS! Mr. Nowhereman told me all about you!"
LocoMotor: "What the...? You know Mr. Nowhereman?"
"I'm Nowhereman, his successor... and these gimps are metavillain thugs!"
LocoMotor: "Successor? Wha--? Slow down and explain this, boy..."
After Nowhereman explained a few things, a confused LocoMotor frowned and said, "What are you saying? We are in the year 2000? But this is the future!"
Nowhereman: "Yeah! The future for you! What happened to you?"
LocoMotor: "I was fighting with the AAS when the Tornado Pirates sucked me into the void. It was just a moment ago: March 15th, 1940!"
Nowhereman: "But you look at least eighty years old! Usually this kinda thing brings back youthful Golden Age heroes!"
LocoMotor: "But I was the second metahero ever! I fought at Alamo and in World War One! I was not one of the teen heroes like Timothy Trystan and Trivia Lad!"
At that moment, a strange hissing noise came from LocoMotor's jet backpack. Then a little stream of yellow translucent liquid flowed from the jet pack.
Nowhereman: "What's that?"
LocoMotor: "Damn. A leak in the engine! Now I have to go. But when you or your teammates need me, call, and I will come!"
Nowhereman: "Wait! How can I summon you?"
LocoMotor: "It's simple. Just shout my battle cry!"
Nowhereman: "And what's that?"
LocoMotor: "Choof choof!"
And, in a puff of steam, LocoMotor was gone.
Elsewhere, in the antimatter world version of LocoMotor's secret hangar, there was a distant voice echoing in the vast and empty room.
"How many times have I told you not to do that? How can I make my long-awaited comeback if you behave that way? This is the last time, okay?"
A strange gurgling was the only answer.
There was a little door on one side of the big hangar, leading to another big room filled with engines and other devices, covered by dust and spiderwebs. Several big tubes of glass ran along one of the walls.
Inside the tubes, immersed in amniotic fluid, were several figures preserved from earlier decades. On the glass, there was a reflection. It was the twisted and evil face of Mowhereman.