When the MGM Grand booked David Copperfield to perform, they knew that Criss Angel was doing Believe down the street at the Luxor. But they didn’t see how the two magicians playing within blocks of each other could possibly be a problem.
They even comped Angel into opening night.
That night their battle raged across the Las Vegas Strip. For hours the two dark sorcerers, each attempting to outdo one another, fought for stage-magic supremacy. Angel hurled fistfuls of conjured, burning protoplasm, Copperfield effortlessly deflected them with nothing but the power of his mind. Copperfield summoned demons from unknown dimensions and Angel, with a wave of his hand, melted them away. Hotels burned, and tourists ran, screaming, from the raw display of pure, primal, magical force.
Finally, Copperfield misdirected Angels attention by animating the Statue of Liberty in front of New York New York, causing it to attack Angel, and simultaneously opened a portal into a shadowy netherworld just out of Angel’s view.
While Angel busied himself with defence against the angry statue’s attacks, tentacles from within the portal snaked out and encircled him. Before the Mindfreak could so much as open his mouth to spellcast, he was pulled back into the portal, the former superstar and enchanter now nothing more than a snack for some ancient, eldritch abomination. Copperfield stood alone atop the MGM Grand Lion, knowing he had finally won the day.
Looking around at the wreckage that mere days before had been the most expensive blocks of real estate in the world, he couldn’t help wondering if the battle had been worth it.
But there was nothing he could do.
There could, after all, be only one.