How we think the fight will go

Behold, I am The Collector! It is my mission to capture characters and artifacts from pop culture for my collection. You may know me from my infamous attempt to capture Xena, Warrior Princess. I would have been successful if it weren’t for Stretch Boy and Clobber Girl.

Suvudu has asked me to help them with their Cage Match. Although my ego was hurt by not making their list of villains, I am in the end relieved. I am a lover, not a fighter, baby.

For your amusement I have agreed to release Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and the Borg Queen from their protective mylar bags and pit them in a match to the death in Professor Xavier’s Danger Room.

I stand in the Danger Room’s control room above the two contestants, who have both been released and stand at the ready. The winner proceeds to short-lived glory and another match to the death. The loser returns to the protective mylar sleeve with their condition downgraded to Fair at best.

“Hey, you big sexy hunk of a man,” calls the Borg Queen. “I need someone like you: a man who looks stunning in green sweatpants and a dark green cape. A man who could be my intellectual equal. That man could be…”

Feyd-Rautha cuts the Borg Queen’s sentence short as he races behind her, pulls a dagger from his armor, and jams it through the back of her neck, severing her spinal column and ending her life. The warrior stands over the limp body, smiling from ear to ear as he basks in his victory.

Oh, Sting as Feyd-Rautha, you vex me so. You robbed me of my chance to be a Borg. And, yet again, a woman would would know my love has escaped my clutches.

Even worse, you have left the Queen’s value at Poor—and I didn’t even get to use the Danger Room.

There will be another time though, for I am The Collector—and you are part of my collection!

Predicted Winner: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen