The room was filled with a solemn silence. It was the first real day of the tournament. Each superhero was dressed their best, as if their costumes had a formal way about them, and had determined minds as they got ready. No one was really ready, though. You can't be for this sort of thing. Like you can't be ready for a fight with your archenemies. Because they learn. They cheat. And they're one step ahead of you.

"Ready?" Dare Devil asked in the elevator.

"Psh! Yeah." Said Wolverine sarcastically.

"Stay focused at all times." Captain America smiled.

"Oh, shut up and act like an old man already!" Wolverine snapped as the elevator door opened.

A guard was waiting for them at the door. He was big and had a tattoo of a possessed monkey on his right arm. He also had a scar on his forehead that still had dried blood in it.

"Well, well. Lookie here, boys," Human Torch laughed as he pointed to the scar. "It's Harry Potter!"

Everyone laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. A laugh to calm you down and get you ready. A laugh you did on purpose.

The guard pushed them into the 'Judgement Room'. It's where they tell you who you're facing and where you will be going. It's also incase someone breaks the rules. This is where they sentence you.

The room looked like a courtroom. It lived up to its name, at least. The Headmistress sat on a diamond throne, stroking a mutated earth kitty.

"Earthlings verses the Manolions."

The Earthlings turned to meet their opponents. They were huge, seven foot tall lions with weapons. Each had a different shade of red eyes, and each of their fangs were larger than the others.

"You will be transported to the jungle world of Elidolfia."

"Wait! Don't we get weapons?" Dare Devil asked.

"No. You did not bring any." The Headmistress smirked.

"But we didn't know! That's unfair!"

"Tough luck, now be gone!"

And they disappeared in thin air.

It was like nothing they had ever seen. Tress hundreds of feet high, a crystal clear blue river running straight through the jungle, and, of course, the psychotic Manolions.

A pitchfork nearly missed Spider-Man's head as the feel of the game sank in. The feeling of fear and death.

"Holy shoot! Lookout! That one has a spear!" Wolverine lashed out, diving ontop of one of the Manolions and digging his personal hand-blades in its shoulders. He then held his body weight up and kicked the thing in the head, and dove off before it crashed down.

Spider-Man made his time by spinning webs, making sure they didn't get too close. The Manolions were unsure how they're feet were stuck to the floor. He had three of them all tangled up, and attacked. He did a spinning kick, knocking each one in the face as he passed them. Diving away from a dart, he went to assist Dare Devil, who was taking on the largest member of the team. He was about eight and a half feet tall and had an earring in his right ear. One of his fangs was made of gold, and his claws were the size of a dictionary.

"Hey, Ugly! Where did you get that tooth done? See, I wanna go gangsta-yo." Spider-Man laughed as Dare Devil smacked him in the balls. As the large Manolion bent over in agony, Dare Devil looked at him.

"Gangsta-yo?"

"Hey, I distracted him, didn't I?" Spider-Man said, running past the Manolion on the floor but kicking him hard in the head as they passed, assuring he would not get up again.

Captain America was handling things smoothly on his own. When Spider-Man came over to assist, he had already beaten his share of Manolions. Spider-Man went on ahead to find Wolverine.

"Its very unfair how they outnumbered us without telling us." He said.

"Hey, what's a few extra butt's to kick?" Dare Devil said as they hurried to Johnny Storm.

He had set part of the forest floor on fire, but burned a good five Manolions to a crisp without killing them. He had knocked one into the air and blew a massive wave of fire in his face right as the others joined in. Wolverine rushed through the brush at them. He smiled an evil smile.

"Great. We have Dare Devil, Captain America, Pretty Boy...so where the heck's Spider-Man?" He asked.

Spider-Man had run into some trouble. He was surrounded by the remaining five Manolions, each over six and a half feet tall. He was torn and bruised, but still standing.

"You can't win, small fry." Said one of them.

"Yeah?" He said, out of breath.

One Manolion came in from behind him, grabbing his arms and restraining him back. Another punched him extremely hard right in the stomach. And he did this a number of times. Then to the face, his massive claws ripping his mask and scratching his skin.

He felt beaten. He finally felt beaten. Not in the physical sense. Hell, he'd felt that a while ago. But now, as he was attacked and helpless, he felt like a prisoner of war.

They left him there after a few rude remarks. He felt like bones were broken that he didn't even know he had. He laid there on his back, breathing deeply. He could feel blood rushing out of his body from his wounds. He felt like screaming, like punching something or throwing something, but he saved his strength.

Captain America soon sat at his side on the jungle floor.

"He's over here!" He called.

"Spider-Man, dear god, are you okay?"

"Yeah," He coughed. "Except everything is either bleeding, bruised or broken."

Then they were transported to the Judgement Room.

"Earthlings defeated the Manolions." The Headmistress announced.

"Help! Spider-Man needs help!"

"Send him to the hospital wing, guards." She said.

Spider-Man was carried roughly down the hall. Everyone but Wolverine followed.

"Hey, Headmaster?"

"Mistress!"

"Whatever, what will happen to the Manolions?"

"They have one more chance. If they lose again, they will be ex-...uh...transported back to their home world."

"Yeah, I bet they will." He said with suspicion and accusation.

"Excuse me? Are you questioning my authority?"

"No," He moaned. "I'm questioning your sense of morality."

And he walked down the hall, wondering if standing up to that bitch was a mistake.