Acela Woman

The steel walls of the reactor chamber pulsed with warning lights as Acela Woman struggled to rise, her cape torn and sparking with static from the dampening field that kept her grounded. The villainess—Dr. Vexa, all cold calculation and cybernetic precision—moved behind her with predatory calm. With one swift motion she locked an arm across Acela Woman’s throat, dragging the weakened heroine down to her knees as the humming machinery overhead rattled with each failed attempt to break free. The pressure of the chokehold tightened, cutting off both leverage and breath, leaving Acela Woman’s vision flickering at the edges. Vexa leaned in, her voice level and almost clinical, as though the capture of a powerhouse heroine were just another controlled experiment.