Cage Match 2017: Sci-Fi vs Fantasy

Round 3

Tom Bombadil vs Mr. Wednesday

 

Tom Bombadil

The Fellowship of the Ring

Mr. Wednesday

American Gods

Tom Bombadil

The Fellowship of the Ring
  • Age: Oldest and fatherless
  • Species: Great question, actually
  • Weapons: Immense, mysterious magic power, deeply unsettling songs
  • Special Attack: The element of surprise

Advantages

  • Is unaffected by the One Ring
  • Is ageless, possibly immortal
  • Exercises great power with little effort
  • His voice defeats enchantments

Disadvantages

  • Seems to be bound to the Old Forest
  • Is a bit unreliable
  • Oblivious to concerns of mortals
Cover art for the book The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Fellowship of the Ring

By J.R.R. Tolkien

Mr. Wednesday

American Gods
  • Age: Subjective
  • Species: Numinous
  • Weapons: Spear, deific powers, an irascible wit
  • Special Attack: Being twelve steps ahead of everybody else

Advantages

  • Is literally a god
  • Is an unparalleled community organizer
  • Has a fairly impressive bodyguard

Disadvantages

  • His existence is threatened by waning belief
  • He's seen better days
Cover art for the book American Gods by Neil Gaiman

American Gods

By Neil Gaiman
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Match Prediction

By Liana Brooks

Old Tom leaned against the burlap sacking that divided the Cage Match stage from the eager viewers on the other side. He puffed at his pipe angrily. Against his better judgement, and certainly with no thought for his blood pressure, he glanced back down at the script. “Ho, my wooden, Woden fellow? Who comes up with these rhymes?”

A hundred tiny footsteps echoed across the back stage.

“You!” Tom roared, surging to his feet. “You bloody handbag! We had a fix! You said you could get me out of this mess!”

The Luggage stopped, a piece of stagehand hanging from its lid. It contrived to look guilty.

Tom dropped back down with a thump. “Well, where’s the new idiot? Maybe he has the brains enough to make my death look real.”

With a slurping sound, the last of the stagehand disappeared. A dark mahogany tongue licked the lid.

Someone standing in the shadow of the curtains coughed.

Leaning, Tom peered around.

A man with grey hair and a trim suit stood there. He could have been a mature forty or a young immortal. His face was squared, rather craggy, and his smile was duplicitous. “I believe I’m the new idiot, as you said. Mr. Wednesday, or Odin All-Father, if you prefer.”

“Tom. Tom Bombadil, Oldest and Fatherless,” Tom said as he stood up. “I assume you have all the usual powers in this match-up of the immortals. Magic, some trinket or other, possibly a few familiars?”

“Ravens. Wolves. Charms. Immortality.” Mr. Wednesday’s glass eye seemed to glow. “All the usual things. Yes.”

Tom nodded. “So, we go out there and it’s a fair fight. I rhyme you…” He waved a hand at Mr. Wednesday. “Smarm, I suppose.”

Mr. Wednesday rolled his shoulders back, looking offended. “I am a God! Not a charlatan.”

“Of course. Of course. Old Tom is forgetful.” He sniffed as he drew out his pipe. “Care for a smoke? Pipe-weed? Old Toby from the south farthing? No? Doesn’t tickle your fancy? More for me than you.”

The old god of the Norse stepped closer. “I couldn’t help but overhear your lament earlier. You were looking to get out of this little game?”

Old Tom shrugged. “Could be. Could be. There’s better things to do. The Old Wood is calling. Sweet Goldberry is waiting for me. And I’ve no mind to spend my life doing tricks for mortal men.”

“Then, my dear Mr. Bombadil,” Mr. Wednesday said, drawing closer, “let me discuss with you a mutually beneficial arrangement. A way of allowing me to advance to find my true quarry and for you to return to whatever benevolent afterlife is waiting.”

Tom smiled. Without warning he lunged forward and shoved Mr. Wednesday back in the waiting, gaping mouth of the Luggage. “No thanks, mate.”

There was a snap of finality.

“Hmph.” Tom blew a smoke ring. “A right bastard that one. As if I haven’t dealt with gods before.” He rolled his eyes. “Take my advice, lad.”

The Luggage bumped him.

“Lass?”

Another bump.

“Lug?”

That seemed to satisfy.

“Take my advice, Lug. Don’t put your faith in rhymes and chatter. At the end of the day, you survive by being a little keener, and a little meaner, than that other bugger.”

Predicted Winner: Tom Bombadil

Tally of Votes Cast:

Tom Bombadil:

50.11%
Voted

Mr. Wednesday:

49.89%
Voted
 
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Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks is a full time mom and a part-time author who would rather slay dragons than budget the checkbook any day. Alas, Adventuring Hero is not a recognized course of study in American universities. She graduated college with a bachelor’s degree in marine biology, a husband, and no job prospects in her field. To fill the free time, she started writing. Now her books are read all over the world (she says she’s big in Canada), and she’s free to explore the universe one page at a time.

Cover art for the book Decoherence by Liana Brooks

Decoherence

By Liana Brooks