Chel vs Steel

The golden city of El Dorado glimmered like a living jewel in the rainforest — towers of solar stone, domes of humming energy, and streets that sang with magic. No ruins. No dust. The city had never fallen.

And Superman had come to take a look.

He landed at the gates — majestic and glowing — scanning the energy.

"Pure dimensional power… If I could harness just a sliver of this…"

He stepped forward.

A massive force shoved him back.

Chel stood there, arms crossed, massive chest rising with her breath, body gleaming with divine definition. Her golden bandeau clung to boulder-like pecs. A golden loincloth fluttered over thighs thicker than tree trunks.

"I said STOP there, blue boy," she warned, voice calm and low. "This is a holy place."

Superman frowned. "I don’t want to fight. I just need—"

BOOM!

She shoved him with a single palm — hard. Superman flew back and slammed into a marble column.

Gritting his teeth, Superman rose. "I don’t want to hurt you—!"

Chel casually picked up the shattered marble column, grinning. "You jabbing me, alien? Come on."

With a goddess’s swing, she swung the column like a club and smashed it across his body.

CRACK!

Superman went airborne — spiraling through the air like a ragdoll.

Raging, he launched himself back with a sonic boom and drove a punch straight at her face.

Chel didn’t flinch. She tilted her head slightly — effortlessly dodging — the punch missed by inches.

She smiled.

"You’re strong," she said, striding forward without hurry. "But I’m stronger."

She caught his hand mid-swing and began to squeeze.

"AAGGH!" Superman dropped to one knee as her fingers closed like a vice.

Her muscles swelled, golden and divine, as she pressed harder — channels of raw, celestial power surging through every fiber. The energy of El Dorado itself pulsed beneath her skin, infusing her physique with a magic older than Krypton and far more absolute. Superman’s other arm trembled. His spine bent. His pride crumbled.

"You’re going to return to your time," Chel whispered. "And you’ll never come back here again."

"O-Okay—OKAY!" Superman gasped. "You win!"

She released him.

He fell to the ground, clutching his hand. Sweat poured down his face.

Chel turned her back, took one step, then looked back over her shoulder.

She struck a towering pose — hands on hips, chest raised, and for a fleeting second, Superman felt it: awe. The way her muscles rippled with cosmic strength, the casual power in her stance — it wasn’t just strength. It was supremacy., back arched, arms flaring into boulders of power. Her smile was radiant, fierce, divine.

"I’m sorry, Kal-El. But you needed a taste of my power."

She flexed harder — her biceps surged like twin stars, her pecs pulsed with titanic strength.

"Bye, blue boy."

Then, with a wink and a golden flash, she vanished — the gates of El Dorado sealing behind her.