Alsura Estate

At the luxurious home of Alejandro Alsura, the homecoming party for the fifteen year old businessman was already underway. Upstairs, the guest of honor himself was in his room, preparing himself. He had auburn hair tied in a short ponytail, hazel eyes, and wore a red tuxedo.

"Stupid bow ties", he thought, as he struggled with his bow tie, "who even wears these anymore? God, I probably look like Jimmy Olsen with this on."

But while Alejandro was distracted by his cumbersome accessory, he didn't notice a blue-gray mist enter his room beneath his door. As he turned, he saw the floor of his room covered in mist. Then, to his horror, he saw a large section of the mist shoot up, and the top half of it took on human form.

"Alejandro Alsura", the Fog said in a threatening tone, "vengeance has come for you!"

"I-I-I know you!", Alejandro said in a frightened tone, "you're that mystery vandal from the papers! The one who's been terrorizing my companies!"

"Exactly! It's your fault I am the way I am! A device from one of your companies made me this way!"

"What? That's impossible! None of my companies would do that!"

"Really? So I must have imagined that a bunson burner from the Alsura Chemical Equipment factory caused an explosion because of faulty manufacturing, and I imagined that it gave me these freaky powers? Well, did I imagine it?! DID I?!"

"Look man, I don't want any trouble…"

"Oh, you got trouble. You got it indeed…"

As the Fog closed in on his helpless prey, a familiar shape swung in the sky towards the window of Alejandro's room. Bursting in through the window, El Tigre leapt towards the Fog and landed a good haymaker on his face.

"Hey Fog! Don't you know it's rude to try to kill someone? It's very bad manners."

"What?! You should be six feet underwater by now! How'd you get free?"

"Used my tail as a key to unlock the chains. Mr. Alsura, you may want to leave…"

"You don't have to tell me twice", said Alejandro, as he headed out the door, "By the way, you can call me Ali. Everyone does."

"Now, let's dance, you Gene Colan reject."

"That'll be your last wisecrack, kitty boy, 'cause here comes the pain!"

Lunging at El Tigre, the Fog raised his fists to try and smash his opponent with. But as soon as they came down, El Tigre dodged them, and did a cartwheel kick that sent Fog falling like a freshly cut redwood. Getting himself back up, the Fog then placed his hands in a familiar position, and used his power of wind manipulation to create a glowing blue orb. Making a stance, the Fog extended his arms and unleashed his own variation of the Kamehameha and aimed it at Manny, only for him to dodge it, and leave a gapping hole in the bedroom wall.

"HOLD STILL, DAMMIT!"

"Maybe I would, if you weren't trying to kill me."

Manny then rushed toward the Fog, and punched him in the stomach, causing the Fog to reel in pain, but while doing so, managed to pull the same trick he did with Manny during their previous fight, turning his arm into a stream of fog with his fist still in human form, and hit Manny in the face.

"Okay, I've got him angry", thought Manny, "now for phase two."

"Hey, Fog!" shouted El Tigre, "Catch me if you can!"

With those words, El Tigre began to run, with the Fog in hot pursuit. Increasing the size of his fists, Fog attempted to crush El Tigre in a jelly like wad of gore, but missed due to El Tigre's super agility. Rushing downstairs, El Tigre and the Fog ran past the just arriving guests, among them Frida's mother, Carmella, who looked in shock at what just happened.

"It's just one damn thing after another in this city", thought Mrs. Suarez.

Reaching the basement, El Tigre found a huge metal door in the wall, and opened it up, then hid inside.

"El Tiiiiiiiiiiigreeeeeee?", the Fog asked in a mocking tone, "Come out, come out wherever you are."

"Right here, smog boy!" yelled El Tigre, who leapt out from his hiding spot, "Now try and get me."

"You really are stupid, y'know that?"

Lunging at El Tigre, the Fog changed his fists back to their normal size, and changed his legs back to normal form. But before he could land a hit on his nemesis, El Tigre leapt in the air and landed behind the metal door, then slammed in shut with the Fog inside. Soon, the Fog began to wonder where he was.

"What the hell is this place?", thought the Fog, "Maybe there's a light switch around here."

Feeling around for a switch, the Fog finally found one and turned on the lights; to his horror, the Fog saw packages of baby back ribs, ice cream, hamburger patties, bacon, and cheese.

"Oh my god", thought the Fog, "THIS IS A FREEZER!"

Screaming like a maniac, the Fog ran towards the door, and slammed on it in pure terror, frantically ramming his fists into it.

"Let me out of here!" he screamed, "Please! I can't stand the cold!"

"Hey, I don't wanna do this, but you left me no choice. I can't let you kill someone, no matter what you think they've done to you. I'm sorry; but you brought this on yourself."

Inside, the Fog was succumbing to the pain he told El Tigre of earlier, which came about when he was exposed to cold temperatures. Soon, his vision began to blur, and he began to feel woozy. Then he fell to the ground on his knees, and said "Damn you, Rivera. Damn you to hell."

The Fog then collapsed on the floor, and fell into a coma. When El Tigre opened the freezer door, he saw the Fog sprawled on the floor like a corpse. Feeling pity, El Tigre said to his unconscious adversary, "You have no idea how sorry I feel for you. No idea at all."