Friday Night Fights: Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

The call has gone out! The gauntlet has been dropped! The Master of the Funk Cosmic has decreed another pulse-pounding twelve rounds of four-color violence shall commence!

I had hoped to start my contributions off with something simple yet elegant, like, for instance, Ms. Marvel beating MODOK (Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing) about his hyper-encephalic noggin:

(from Ms. Marvel v1 #10, October 1977; by Chris Claremont, Sal Buscema, and Tom Palmer)
Oh, it's a grudge match? I wonder what is this "mind-ripper" thingee of which Ms. Danvers speaks of, and whose use against her has ticked her off so much. Let me pull out my copy of Ms. Marvel #7 and check it out...

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Oh, so that's what a "mind-raper" "mind-ripper" does. If it seems familiar, consider who wrote the story...

Also, file "MODOK/Ms. Marvel slashfic" under "Things Andrew Would Have Preferred to Never Come Across in a Lifetime of Comics Reading."

The Wonder Stuff - Unbearable (from The Eight Legged Groove Machine, 1988) - Indeed it is. Chris Claremont's disturbing fixation on that particular trope, I mean -- not the song, which is a nice enough bit of alt-pop fluff. The Wonder Stuff always struck me as a lo-cal Carter USM substitute. That may seem like an unfair comparison to some, but such is the way my associative processes work. If it makes you feel better, I could also describe the band as a more substantial alternative to Jesus Jones.