"TOO TOXIC TO HANDLE"

Peter Taylor aka the superhero "IMPACT" was already late. His freelance reporting job for the Daily Sentinel had brought him to the gym on the far side of town. His informer said he had evidence of a new threat to the city and must meet with him urgently. The main door was mysteriously locked, sensing something was wrong, Peter quickly climbed the fire escape.

Half way up, a shrilling scream came from the top level where the wrestling ring was located. Peter ran up the rest of the stairs and carefully looked around as he entered the room. He checked out all areas, everything seems to be clear. The only thing that was unusual was a large black area of liquid covering the wrestling ring canvas. Pete took a closer look. But as he turned his back he did not see the black mass twitch and move.

Peter started to worry about the fate of his informer as he was no where to be seen. Behind Peter's back the mass of black liquid began to move and solidify. A human form began to appear and rise out of it's center. Peter sensed danger as he slowly backed towards to ring ropes, not knowing the the danger was right behind him... till it was too late. The black hand of the masked man grabbed Peter's hair hard and pulled him backwards.

Peter is dragged over the middle ropes and then into the ring. He lay dazed nursing his head from the attack. He soon springs to his feet facing his attacker. "Don't get up on my account boy, it's time for you to sleep well" the sinister voice booms as sleeping gas begins to ooze from his fingertips. "Forget it fella!" Peter kicks and hits the man in black hard, forcing his out through the ropes of the ring.

"Now to kick some demon butt" Peter removes his glasses and stands errect calling out the special words "IMPACT-POWER" that summon his special abilities. In a flash of light, he appears donning his skintight blue supersuit, mask, cape and impact power gloves.

Impact charges up both his power gloves as the demon enters the ring once more. "Time for you to go back to the hell you came from" Impact commands as both men charge towards each other, locking up fiercely in the center of the ring. "Hell is great, you'll enjoy it there Superhero!" the figure in black taunts the hero "I've just sent your friend there, and you'll be joining him very soon". Suddenly Impact feels the cold black hand clamped tight over his face as the poisonous gas is once again released. The hero backs on to the ropes, gagging for air. "Let me introduce you to your killer - they call me TOXIC!"