Villains With Potential-Big Wheel

I can hear you laughing. And, I understand that laughter. Jackson Weele-the Big Wheel-is, without a doubt, one of the most ridiculous super-villains to ever grace the four-colour funnies.

He's a cipher, a man with no real personality, and a Silver Age-y gimmick that renders him less than effective in a punch-up with super-powered individuals. Or does it?

Consider, if you will, the Big Wheel itself...a gyroscopic war-wheel, armed to the teeth and armoured to acceptable standards. It's basically a less streamlined version of any one of the dozen streamlined main-line battle-tanks occupying the Marvel Universe at a given moment, be they Iron-Men, Mongers or Dynamos. And Weele is sadly lacking in anything close to an interesting personality. But that's what makes this concept so full of potential...there's no telling what Weele s up to, or what he has installed in his ride, especially given how much more space he has to cram things in...

Every appearance of the Big Wheel should be a showcase of cutting edge military vehicle technology, from anti-personnel hull defences, eye in the sky satellite targeting, to pinpoint omni-directional control. That wheel should go up buildings, across the bottom of the Hudson, over smaller vehicles, sideways, backwards, forwards and up and down. It should lay mines as it rolls, string titanium slicing cheese-wire across alleyways and intersections and emit localized EMP bursts to occupy the authorities. Predator drones on gyroscopic mono-wheels should dog its flanks, powering themselves on organic matter, their crude AIs devoted to the Mother Wheel. The pilot should be able to remain inside his sterile, unbreachable, hardened control sphere indefinitely, provided he doesn't mind drinking recycled urine, controlling his rolling world with only a twitch of his finger or a hoarsely whispered command.

But to what purpose? Maybe the Big Wheel has become the rolling bank of the super-villain community...an unbreachable vault to store their ill-gotten gains. Maybe Weele has taken up smuggling, or drug-trafficking. Maybe he just likes to indulge in private urban renewal.

Regardless, every time Jackson Weele goes to town, it should be war, plain and simple. He's that guy who stole a bulldozer, slapped some steel plates on it and went to knock down his neighbour's house. He's the guy who drives his new truck through a shopping mall, just because he's having a bad day. Weele's Wheel has become his obsession...an ever-evolving work of combat-art, whose growth he funds with his thefts. Every iteration of the Big Wheel is more dangerous, more destructive than the last...a growling, grinding nightmare of bleeding edge technology, unleashed and unstoppable.