Lights out
Guerrilla Radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out
Guerrilla Radio!
Turn that shit up!
Those aren’t the words of Hercules or the Angel or even Ice
Man, but of Zack de la Rocha front man of the 90s group Rage Against the
Machine. Why did I quote this band for this comic book? Because the title of
Champions 9 shares the same name as Rage Against the Machine’s third studio
album, “The Battle of Los Angeles”.
Am I suggesting that RAtM* are secret Champions fans? No. I’m
overtly saying it and I think that Tom Morello and company owe someone at Marvel Comics a lot of money.
* When I was in my late teens and early 20s, I loved Rage
Against the Machine. “They sang about real things, man. Important things.
Things that we should be doing,” I’d argue to myself. And argumentative me was
right, they were highly political and they did sing about a lot of things that
were important and they did it in an aural pleasing (debatable, I know) way. But
being pissed off all the time takes its toll, not only on the musicians but the
listener too. I loved Public Enemy but after a while, it felt as if each album
was an hour-long bitch session. Not everything has to be the “Humpty Hump” but
at some point, you have to let your fans breathe. RAtM was a lot like that. I’m
sure they’d take that as a compliment, which is fine.
Back to the Champions. We open up with Hercules and the
Angel having to take on the Crimson Dynamo, the Griffin and the Titanium Man
all by themselves because Ghost Rider took Rampage to the hospital, Ice Man is
off with Ivan searching for the kidnapped Black Widow. Hercules is down for
trading fists, but the Angel is understandably worried, so he falls back to
crowd detail and lets Herc fight. Don’t worry, former California governor Jerry
Brown got away, safe and sound.
The Scion of Zeus does a pretty good job with Crimson Dynamo
and once the crowds are safe, the Angel handles the Griffin. At this point,
Ghost Rider comes back and joins the fray. With an assist from Hercules
(TEAMWORK!) he knocks the Griffin out with Herc’s mace. The cool thing about Hercules' mace? It has a big gold H on it. Proper.
Hercules gets tired of
fooling around with Crimson Dynamo and punches him out too. As this is going on,
Warren Worthington III, aka the Angel, is goofing around with the Titanium Man.
He kicks TM in the head, which causes the green Russian Iron Man to fall on
Hercules, who is cooked.
When I was a kid, I remember the Titanium Man being a bigger
deal than this. He used to go toe-to-toe with Iron Man and he was drawn as a
bigger, more menacing villain than he is here. According to the Internet, he's over 7'1" and 425 pounds. He doesn't look like it here. I don’t want to say that he’s
used here for comic effect, but he’s not the hulking presence that he usually
is. Though I guess if you have to fight the Angel, a writer can’t have WWIII
fight the toughest dude from Siberia.
(Look at this dude. He should be able to make borscht out of the Angel.)
Titanium Man’s fall gets Ghost Rider’s attention, which
allows the Griffin to get a jump on him. He slashes GR in the back and now
Johnny Blaze is snuffed out. What’s strange is that Johnny Blaze’s head turns
into a skull when he transforms into the Ghost Rider, why wouldn’t the rest of
his body turn into a skeleton too? And if it did, then being slashed really
shouldn’t do much, right?
Whatever. The Angel gets blasted out of the sky by Crimson
Dynamo.
The weird thing about this whole fight is that the good guys
were beating the crap out of the bad guys. They knocked them out numerous
times, but like Chumbawumba, they always got back up again. On the other hand,
as soon as the Champions get knocked to the ground, they are down for the
count. I get that you have to make the villains a tough out, but this is a bit
beyond the pale.
As the story moves on, Ivan and Ice Man are still on the
trail of the Black Widow—via a black pearl (don’t ask). Ivan is all piss and
vinegar about getting his Natasha back and freaks out when Ice Man suggests
that they scout out the warehouse where BW is. He goes completely off the collective
and accuses Ice Man of running out on his teammate. Ice Man is like, “The fuck
are you talking about? There’s like a 30 foot drop from here to the warehouse,
I just wanted to warn you about possible bad dudes and make an ice bridge. But
if you want to figuratively and literally jump, fucking do it, Pops.”
At this point Titanium Man, the Griffin and the Crimson
Dynamo show up with the three knocked out Champions (which seems like kind of a
dumb name to call them right now, right?). They kick Ice Man’s ass pretty
easily as Ivan uses the ice bridge to get to the warehouse.
Meanwhile, Black Widow and her former teacher, Alexi
Brushkin, have broken free of their ropes and have gotten the drop on their
captor Darkstar. They fight. And when Ivan breaks in through a skylight, they
kick her butt. Unfortunately for them, the bad guy cavalry busts in with their
smashed up friends. It’s then where the Crimson Dynamo rips off his mask and
reveals that he’s Ivan’s son, Yuri Petrovich.
Not so talk-y now, are you Ivan?
For the second issue in a row, Bill Mantlo assumed the
writing duties, putting Champions creator Tony Isabella on the sideline. I don’t
want to rip the guy, but it’s for the better. The issues move a little bit
quicker, a little smoother. There isn’t as much clunky exposition and it’s just
a better book.
But I don’t want to be too hard on Isabella. For one thing,
these books were coming out every other month and weren’t meant to be binge
read. So, if you’re reading this book every two months, you’re going to need
some reminders as to what happened in the last issue. Also, this is a new book
filled with C-list characters, so the shortcuts that are in established books
like the Avengers or the Fantastic Four or the X-Men aren’t there. Third, there’s
an unwritten rule that every comic is someone’s first comic, so you have to thoroughly
explain what’s going on every issue.
Some guys are deft at this, while other guys are a bit more
clunky. Isabella did a pretty decent job of establishing the Champions’
universe—which is in Los Angeles while most teams usually make New York City
their base of operations. So all-in-all; good job, Tony Isabella.
In terms of how this cover stacks up with others, it’s pedestrian
at best. It’s not bad, but it doesn’t have the same panache as the others do.
Three out of five vested Angels.
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