In the bridal suite of a luxury hotel secretly owned through a dummy corporation, by the gigantic conglomerate, Lexscicorp, a newlywed couple prepared for their first night of wedded bliss.  At the start of this long delayed honeymoon, little did the unsuspecting groom know that, on this night of all nights, he would  face the greatest challenge of his career as the World's mightiest superhero and crime fighter.

A change appeared to come over  the beautiful bride, as she removed her snowy negligée, her shy demure manner falling away with the wrap. She glanced at her new husband with a boldly appraising eye, that could easily be mistaken for a sneer.

As the groom laid aside his world renowned uniform in happy expectation of the nuptial raptures to come, the bride threw aside her negligée, and boldly advancing, indelicately patted the groom's behind with near brazen contempt.

Anticipating the shy and demure bride of his dreams, the groom was somewhat chagrined and taken aback. To his half-stated question, the bride retorted with a sneer.

Before the groom recovered from his shock, the tiny, black-haired girl struck him a blow such he had never experienced.

The sneering bride didn't stop with one punch. The groom who'd never found anything to fear on the planet, except for an element of his native world, suddenly discovered that his tiny bride was capable of knocking him to his knees. It was an unnerving shock to his male ego.

How could this be happening? How could the diminutive bride knock the mightiest man on the planet to his knees, and why would she turn on the man she'd waited so long to marry, the man she adored.

That morning:

As the happy bride-to-be dressed for the wedding of her dreams, she glanced in happy anticipation at the portrait of her adored fiancé on the wall beside her white wedding dress.

Happily musing over the delights to come, Lois was unaware of two sinister figures approaching  her home. Outside the bride's door stood the evil CEO of Lexscicorp and beside him, his newest scientific creation, a beautiful young woman who could be twin to the bride inside.

"Well, Mark-1 are you ready for your first test? If you succeed in your mission, I'll create hundreds more like you, to make me Master of the World! The only thing standing in my way is that muscle bound, caped crusading ape! He's been a pain in my butt for years! Well, today it's my turn!  That dumb superhero thinks he's going to marry the girl he loves; instead he'll be marrying you!"

The woman Lex addressed as 'Mark-1' was indeed a clone of the bride.  Along with her genetic makeup, the clone possessed the real Lois's memories, but none of her emotions. Incapable of love or affection, she was emotionally cold as a robot, driven only by her worshipful adoration for her Master. She'd been programmed to instantly obey Lex's every command. On a personal level, the clone possessed an avid amoral drive to satisfy her own whims and desires, no matter what the cost, together with a sadistic streak that gloried in the pain of others.

"Luckily I was able to obtain a sample of that super stooge's DNA too, and incorporate that into your genetic makeup!" Lex went on. "You're as strong as any of the women from his own planet would be here on Earth and possess all the powers they would!"

"When do I get started, Master Lex? This should be fun!" The evil clone grinned appreciatively at her creator.

"The first step is for you to replace the bride! My informants tell me she's inside getting ready for the wedding, right now! You know what to do?"

"Sure thing, Master Lex, you can count on me!"

A moment later, the evil clone effortlessly forced open the front door of Lois's house, as her creator, Lex, prudently retreated from the scene of the crime.

Hearing the noise, and alone in the house, the always self-reliant and fearless bride boldly hurried to investigate. She gaped in amazement when she saw the intruder was an exact duplicate of herself.

The clone's boast was true! She was in most ways an exact duplicate of the woman she faced! Like Lois, she was a Mistress of the deadly Kryptonian Martial Art, Klurkor, and due to her Kryptonian DNA implant she was indeed a "hell of a lot tougher" as she quickly demonstrated.

Once the heartless impostor knocked the real Lois out cold, she summoned Lex's thugs to remove her victim. In just hours the unfortunate bride-to-be was transported half way round the world. Instead of spending that night in the arms of her lover, she found herself providing expensive gratification to the clients of a Mid Eastern bordello. The evil Lex, known for his penny-pinching parsimony, made a considerable profit on the transaction.

Unaware of the devilish substitution, the world's mightiest superhero still couldn't believe he had anything to fear from his small, beautiful bride. After all, he was the strongest human on this planet. Moreover, he was invulnerable to bombs and bullets, and all other forms of attack! Wasn't he? Right now his greatest concern was that the woman he loved must be suffering from some terrible mental malady. He stood up, a little painfully, and tried to reason with her.

The reward for calm forbearance, was a vicious knee in the crotch, followed by more physical abuse, accompanied by sarcastic, sneering comment.

The Man of Steel reeled backward before the relentless punishment. How could he have dreamed anything like this savage night could ever happen to HIM! He hurt all over! Those dainty fists and tiny toes were the deadliest weapons he ever faced. Worse, the deadliest struggle of his life, was apparently against his own beloved bride. It was shocking enough that this woman he loved and thought he knew, somehow had concealed powers that matched his own, but it was totally incomprehensible that she seemed savagely bent on using them to maim or cripple him. The Man of Steel clenched his fists in grim determination. He must subdue this tiny dynamo long enough to get to the bottom of this puzzle, even if it meant using all his incredible might against the woman he adored. He struck her with a punch that would have pulverized rock. He felt the painful shock of the blow in his own arm. The girl staggered but didn't fall.

The desperate superhero struck again with progressively harder punches. Still the girl didn't fall.

Unable to knock the winsome girl off her feet, the mighty superhero put everything he had into the final punch.

It was to no avail! After the third punch, the black haired girl still stood straight, hardly a hair out of place, as she taunted her new husband.

A charging rhinoceros would have fallen senseless at any one of those punches. Desperate to end this painful encounter, the Man of Steel struck at the raven haired girl, a fourth time. This time, she proved a more elusive target, ducking under his whistling fist. As the mighty superhero's blow missed its target, the girl countered with a left to his belly that stunned him; then came close to knocking him off his feet with a wicked right to his jaw. Incredibly her punches were more damaging than his own.

Now that she had recovered the initiative, the demonic bride proceeded to fight the shocked groom toe to toe, with a sneering confidence that proved all too justified. Woozy from the first two return blows, he could hardly defend himself.

With graceful ease, the agile bride dodged her mate's every effort to retaliate.

Dazed and half defenseless to start with, each blow from the raven haired dynamo proved more damaging.

Then in a lightening, expert display of Klurkor, ironically the favored martial art of the groom's own native world, the devilish clone nearly decapitated her new mate.

Another Klurkor kick caved in the reeling superhero's apparently impregnable belly muscles.

The demonic bride wound up her amazing display of extraterrestrial fighting skill with another kick to the jaw.

The battered superhero's legs buckled and he began to fall; first his sneering bride straightened him up with a left to the jaw. This time he dropped to his knee.

For the second time that wedding night, the petite female had done what the Man Of Steel failed to do; she had beaten her mate to his knees.