The real one, I mean. Mark Scarlotti, the original nutcase to take a slightly more impressive than normal bullwhip into a fight with a guy wearing one of the most advanced weapons systems in existence.
That's like charging a machine gun nest with a spork. It never ends well, but you can't help feeling that it was something worth watching.
That's why we need Blacklash back. We need a villain with more guts than brains, a man impervious to common (not to mention fashion) sense, a man unafraid to beat on a nuclear warhead with ball-peen hammer.
Most villains fall into two camps-the professional and the amateur. The former are your mercenaries, your thieves and your basic hired flunky. The latter are your guys-with-grudges, your psychopaths and your one-bad-dayers.
With Blacklash, you get the best of both worlds. You get the blue-collar bad guy, punching a clock and raking in the overtime and the slightly off-kilter renegade who carries a grudge. Even better, Blacklash has one of the strongest backstories among Marvel's legion of third-string bad guys. Manic-depressive, tried to reform but failed which cost him his wife, gets his throat crushed by Iron-Man's sentient armor. Dude has pathos coming out of his pores.
Granted, some jiggery-pokery would be required to bring back Scarlotti, but it could be done. We can rebuild him. We can make him better. A new voice-box courtesy of AIM or Justin Hammer or Norman Osborn, and he could be up and ready to rumble, just in time to cash in on the whole whip thing Mickey Rourke has going on in Iron-Man 2.
Plus, then we could get the band back together-Boomerang, Blizzard and Blacklash. The greatest trio in super-villain history other than the family Sivana.