John Corn, the God of Nebraska, stood ready to defend his beloved state from the intruder, Victor Zsasz. He gripped his trusty tornado staff, a weapon that could summon the power of the swirling winds that often terrorized the farmlands of the Cornhusker state. Victor Zsasz stood across from him, cool and collected, his eyes scanning the open field for any potential threats. In his hand he held a sleek, silver pistol, the tool of his trade. "Looks like we're going to have ourselves a little showdown," John grinned. Victor simply smirked in response, "I do love a good challenge." The two men circled each other, studying each other's every move. Suddenly, John raised his staff and summoned a powerful gust of wind, which took Victor off guard. He stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing and returned fire with his pistol, sending a stream of bullets hurling towards John. John raised his guard, deflecting the bullets with a wave of his staff. He then chanted a spell, causing the cornfields around them to sprout up into a tall wall, blocking Victor's line of fire. Undeterred, Victor dodged around the wall and lunged towards John, ready to take him down with his bare hands. But John was too quick, calling forth another tornado that swept Victor off his feet and sent him tumbling across the field. Picking himself up, Victor sneered, "Is that all you've got, Corn?" John shook his head, "No, my friend. I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve." With that, he yelled "GO BIG RED!" and summoned the magical football that he had saved for his strongest attack. The ball flew towards Victor, who tried to dodge out of the way, but was hit with the full force of the blast. As the smoke cleared, Victor lay motionless on the ground, defeated. John approached him cautiously, but spared him despite his sadistic ways. "You may have lost this battle, but remember this," John said. "While I may have spared you, Nebraska will always defend itself against those who threaten it." With that, John disappeared into the cornfields, leaving Victor alone to lick his wounds and add another tally mark to his scarred skin.