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  1. THE BOTTOM LINE The Iceberg Lounge was filled with the cheers and cat calls of Penguin and Black Mask’s men. Jay and Raven pirouetted toward one of the Kabuki Twins. They each raised one leg high and brought them crashing down in unison on the twin, only for her to block both strikes with her forearms. She pushed up and sent both Jay and Raven flopping backward to the floor. The mocking laughter of the gang members drove them back to their feet as the Kabuki Twin lunged at them, her blades slicing through the air. Jay and Raven handspringed out of reach of their opponent as Lark continued to shoot at the other Kabuki Twin. Lark’s face grew more and more enraged as the Kabuki Twin dodged and flipped out of the way of every shot. She pulled the trigger again, only to hear a click. In an instant the Kabuki Twin cartwheeled through the air and sprang into a dropkick that sent Lark back first into the table where Penguin and Black Mask looked on with interest. The Kabuki Twin leapt forward, blades first. Lark grabbed a serving tray off the table and swung it to block the attack. There was a shriek of metal on metal as the blades caught on the edge of the tray. The Kabuki Twin cocked her head, then yanked her hands down, the blades ripping the tray in two. Lark screamed and hurled the pieces at the assassin and delivered a forearm strike to her head. “Impressive, Roman,” said Penguin as he poured herself more wine. “They seem to be fairly evenly matched. But I’m still certain that superior numbers will prevail this evening.” Black Mask shot a look at Number One, who was wiping sweat off his brow. “Don’t be so sure, Oswald. This fight isn’t over yet.” Raven was able to catch the Kabuki Twin her and Jay had been fighting with a knee to the gut. Jay put her hands together and delivered a double axe handle strike to the head of the Kabuki Twin. She winced in pain and looked at her hands. “Gee! What do they make those things out of?” “Ask her after we beat her!” Raven snarled. Raven punched the Kabuki Twin in the head again and sent her flying back. The assassin stuck her blades into the ground to steady her. As Raven charged forward, Jay turned to see Lark getting outmaneuvered by the other twin. Lark swung wildly as the Kabuki Twin delivered kicks and strikes, always dodging her offense. Lark dropped to a knee, and the Kabuki Twin raised her blades high. “Lark!” Jay pulled out another ninja star and hurled it at the Kabuki Twin. The twin glanced back to see the oncoming projectile, kicked Lark back, then leapt backward herself. Jay watched in amazement as the Kabuki Twin’s bladed gloves enveloped the star, then swiftly sent it hurtling back towards her. “How’d she do…?” But before Jay could finish her thought, her ninja star struck her in the left leg, causing her to cry out in pain. Raven turned to see Jay falling to the floor of the Lounge, trying to stop the blood from spilling out of her leg. “JAY!” Raven yelled. The Kabuki Twin she was fighting capitalized and delivered a kick to the back of her head. Lark tackled the twin that had injured Jay and started raining down punches on her, but she was still weakened from the battle. The Kabuki Twin slid out from under her and executed a judo throw that sent Lark sprawling next to Jay. The twin cocked her head then somersaulted toward her partner as she battled with Raven. Lark groaned and shook her head to clear her vision. She looked up at the giant iceberg display that overlooked the dining room. For a moment, she thought she could see something, a shape moving along the ice. It wasn’t a Kabuki Twin. It was another figure dressed in black, and wearing a mardi gras mask. He was standing behind a pillar of ice, looking over the room. And in his hands he held a sniper rifle. Lark could see that he was aiming at the table, right in the direction of where the Penguin sat. Lark quickly grabbed at the ninja star that was still embedded in Jay’s leg and yanked it loose. Jay shouted in discomfort. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” Lark didn’t have time to explain. She leapt to her feet and started running towards a chair that had fallen in front of the table. “MR. COBBLEPOT! GET DOWN!” she yelled. The Penguin looked confused for a moment, then dropped under the table, followed quickly by Black Mask. Number One started backing away from the table as leapt from the chair to the table top and gave a mighty leap towards the iceberg. She flung the ninja star at the sniper, striking him right in the forehead. Lark fell down towards the water that surrounded the iceberg but managed to catch a hold of the railing to stop herself. The sniper rifle fired as the shooter fell backward, the bullet in turn hitting Number One. Both the assassin and the unintended victim fell to the ground dead. “ENOUGH!” The Penguin shouted. Instantly all of Penguin’s men aimed their weapons at Black Mask’s crew. Raven stood guard over Jay as the Kabuki Twins crouched and stared at them, ready to attack again. Lark pulled herself over the railing and back to Penguin’s side. “Are you alright, Mr. Cobblepot?” Lark asked. She helped her boss to his feet. “I am unharmed, Lark,” Penguin said. He glared at Black Mask, who was standing over the body of his former lieutenant. “Although some I’m sure would have preferred otherwise.” Black Mask held out his hands, his voice trying in vain to sound innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Oswald.” “Don’t take me for a fool, Roman!” The Penguin snapped. “Was this supposed to be your grand scheme? Distract me with this melee to have an assassin’s bullet finish me off?” Black Mask took several steps back towards his men. “Take it easy, Penguin. You can’t prove nothing.” The Penguin adjusted his hat and gentled tapped his umbrella in his open hand. “This is not a court of law, Roman. This is the Iceberg Lounge. And I say that you will take your men, your… ladies, and your empty promises and get out. I am prepared to hold to my original offer, if you accept it now. And in return, I don’t turn every single one of you into seal food! Now does that sound fair to you?” Black Mask looked around Penguin’s guards, and Lark and Raven as they held up Jay between them. He grunted in frustration and turned to leave. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say… Penguin.” Penguin gestured to his guards. “My men will show you the door. Remember, 30% of your gross profits.” “You said it was 15%!” Lark stepped away from Jay and Raven to glare at Black Mask. “Mr. Cobblepot said you pay 30%. You pay 30%. Did you hear 30%, Raven?” Raven looked at Jay. “Sure did, Lark. What about you, Jay? Did Mr. Cobblepot say 30%?” Jay grinned through the pain. “Yep! Sure said 30%!” Black Mask slowly nodded and started walking to the staircase followed by his sullen followers, the Kabuki Twins, and Penguin’s watchful henchmen. The Kabuki Twin’s looked back at the Jay, Lark, and Raven. They cocked their heads at them, then slowly followed after their boss. “You good, Jay?” Raven asked. Jay gingerly pushed herself off of Raven and slowly limped towards one of the discarded robes the Kabuki Twins had left behind. “Oh, I’ll be ok,” she grimaced. “But there’s just one thing.” “What is it?” asked Lark. Jay slowly picked up the robe and slipped into it. She wiped it off then spun around in front of Lark and Raven. “Don’t you think we’d look good in these, what do you call ‘em? Caminos? They look a lot nicer than these leggings and bowlers we have to wear.” Lark and Raven rolled their eyes as Jay continued her argument for kimonos. The Penguin looked on with satisfaction. This newcomer Roman Sionis had learned his first valuable lesson about Gotham City. Nobody outwits the Penguin.
  2. Good stuff! All the best to @Fox in his retirement and the same for @IKA for taking up the reins. As far as my Twitter thing goes, do you want me to give the site a week to adjust to the changes before I start posting links to matches? I could just set the bare bones of the page until we're sure everything's set.
  3. THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: Frat Fox draws two pistols but Pack Fox delivers a kick that sends them both flying! Andel Sanap: No curving bullets in this rematch! Miss Xanatos swings but Frat Fox dodges! Kicks to the knee of Miss Xanatos! Al Rossi: Pack Fox screams in pain! Frat with a right hand to the head of Pack! The crowd going nuts as the two ladies battle closer to the ropes! Another right! And a left to the gut of Pack! She’s really in trouble, Andel! Andel Sanap: Yes, Al. The assassin has Miss Xanatos literally on the ropes! Frat walks across the ring, now is charging towards Miss Xanatos with arm raised! Al Rossi: Going for a lariat! WHOA! Pack grabbed the arm and pulled Frat out with her! Both Foxes to the floor! Andel Sanap: Very resourceful by Miss Xanatos! Amazing how committed she is to wanting to defeat the assassin. Al Rossi: Hey! The Bunker ain’t big enough for two Foxes! Frat Fox is the first to her feet and YOWCH! Sends Pack right into the ring ropes! The ref is looking on, ready to start the 10 count. But Pack pulls herself up before the ref has a chance! Andel Sanap: But now she’s fallen down next to the skirt of the ring. The assassin is coming in again and BY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: Singapore cane! Pack Fox grabbed it out from under the ring! Caught Frat right in the face! Andel Sanap: The assassin staggers backwards as Miss Xanatos continues laying in shots! They’re heading toward the crowd! Al Rossi: Our fans need to get out of the way! The combatants head into the first row of chairs! Another cane strike to the back of Frat! She’s got a chair and swings! Andel Sanap: A thunderous blow! Knocking the cane out of Miss Xanatos’ hands! And another to the head! Miss Xanatos is down! Al Rossi: Frat tosses the chair to the ground is disgust. She motions to the ref to start the count! The ref checks on Pack Fox, and now begins to count. Andel Sanap: You can see the frustration on the face of Frat Fox. She is a trained assassin, I’m sure she thought she’d wouldn’t have had nearly as much difficulty with Miss Xanatos as she has had thus far. Al Rossi: The ref at 5! 6! Pack Fox is pushing herself up to her knees. Now to one knee. That’s enough to break the count! Frat grabs the fallen cane! She swings it down andSHE CAUGHT IT! Pack Fox caught the cane, stopping it inches from her head! Andel Sanap: Such resilience! Miss Xanatos yanks on the cane, drawing in the assassin close enough to deliver a punch to the jaw! She spins with the cane sending the stunned Frat Fox into the ring post! Al Rossi: Now Pack Fox is throwing away the cane! She’s got the chair! Frat is still shaken from that collision! She turns and YOWCH! Andel Sanap: BY THE FORCE! A brutal headshot from Miss Xanatos! And again! The assassin is down! Al Rossi: The ref’s waving Pack Fox off! He’s starting the count! But it might be academic at this point! Frat is just twitching on the concrete! Andel Sanap: It may indeed all be over, Al! Referee: 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Ring the bell! Winner: Fox Xanatos! Al Rossi: What a finish, Andel! Andel Sanap: Yes, and what a pair of battles! I truly hope that the Fox we are honoring tonight enjoyed these tributes. They have been the one who has allowed the TCC and our organization to be able to exist. By allowing individuals from across the multiverse to come together, they have created places where anyone can create their own stories and worlds. And for that, may I say, @Fox, may the Force be with you! Al Rossi: Amen, partner! Thanks, @Fox, for all your work to make matches like this possible! We can only hope to keep it going and continue creating great action for all you fight fans out there! So until next time, for Andel Sanap, Philippa Forrester, Chloe Bourgeois, Justin Roberts, and Mercy, I’m Al Rossi saying so long from the Bunker! Fox: David? Are you here? Hmm. Nothing like coming home from a good day’s work. Even if you don’t remember where you’ve been. Crowley: Oh, don’t worry, darlin’. We know where you’ve been. Fox: Crowley! Mr. McMahon! Mr. Pegasus?! What are you doing here? Are you here to see David? Mr. McMahon: Shut up, lady! Don’t play cute with us! We watched the whole thing! Did you really think you could work for those traitors and we wouldn’t know about it?! Maximillian Pegasus: Now, Vinny. I’m sure Fox didn’t mean to embarrass us. But we really can’t have people so close to the Nine consorting with the enemy, can we? Fox: Now wait a minute! What are you saying? Crowley: We’re saying that you’ve been a bad girl. Now it’s time to take your medicine. Miss America? Fox: Aargh! Get off of me! Let go of me! Tell her to let go! Crowley: What do you think lads? Shall we have our lady friend break our vixen’s arm, her neck? Mr. McMahon: Or we have her do that freezing spell again! Yeah! Freeze her! Then shatter her into a million pieces! David Xanatos: Don’t you think that would make too much of a mess? Fox: David! Stay back! Maximillian Pegasus: Well, well. So glad you could join us, Davey boy. You’re just in time for Fox to get her just deserts. Mr. McMahon: And consider yourself lucky you don’t get the same, Xanatos! Some genius you are! Letting your wife run off to the Bunker without even knowing about it! David Xanatos: Not really. I did know about it. In fact, I wanted her to go. Crowley: Are you off your rocker?! You sent your wife to that nerd barn without telling us?! Maximillian Pegasus: Crowley. Let him speak. I for one would really like to know what this is all about. Fox: David, stop! He didn’t tell me anything! You didn’t even know I got the invitation! David Xanatos: Not necessarily. I had heard rumors of Fox’s retirement, and had concluded that Sanap, Rossi, and the rest would be sentimental enough to put on a match with fox archetypes. I knew you would never turn down a challenge, darling. But in order to make sure you accepted the invitation despite it being against my wishes, I needed help from my little friend here. Mr. McMahon: What the hell is that thing? Crowley: A bloody dream crystal! Jareth, that poncy twit! David Xanatos: Now, now, Crowley. That’s no way to talk about the goblin that played a role in helping us bring about the end of this underground fight club once and for all. Sanap and Rossi had made no attempts to hide the fact that they were wiping the minds of people who went to the Bunker to keep it secret. I simply deduced that they would also engage in telepathic scans before the battle to prevent spies. They would have been able to detect if Fox was acting under orders from me. But if I used this crystal to implant a dream in Fox’s mind, a desire to defeat the Fox from the Fraternity of Assassins, then her presence would’ve been chalked up to her competitive nature. Mr. McMahon: So, your wife won two fights. So what? We still don’t know where the damned Bunker is! David Xanatos: Actually, Vince, we do. I didn’t just call on the aid of King Jareth. I also enlisted Lord Rassilon. Using his Time Lord technology, I surreptitiously injected Fox with a tracker. A tracker that was engineered to be just out of temporal synch by a few seconds. It’s completely undetectable, unless you know where, and when, to look. The longer Fox stayed in the Bunker, the more time I had to triangulate it’s location. Which means, gentlemen, we now know where our troublemakers are hiding. Maximillian Pegasus: Hmm hmm hmm. Well played, Davey boy. Well played, indeed. Mr. McMahon: Pegasus! He went behind the backs of the Nine! Maximillian Pegasus: And he’s handed us the Bunker on a silver platter. Let’s not be poor sports, shall we? You will be rewarded for your work, Davey boy. David Xanatos: Let’s start by having Miss America let go of Fox. Maximillian Pegasus: Oh, of course! You heard the man, Crowley. Crowley: Hmph. Fine. Release her. Fox: Oh! Oh, David! David Xanatos: I’ve got you, my dear. You’re safe now. Fox: Yes, I know. With you. Mr. McMahon: Oh, enough of this! Let’s send Miss America, Mongul, and Crowley with a squad of troopers and tear the Bunker apart! David Xanatos: Let’s not be hasty, Vince. These people will be on high alert after letting Fox into their midst. They’ll be expecting an attack. Let them settle into complacency. Then we strike hard, and bring them all in. Maximillian Pegasus: Haha! Brilliant, Davey boy! Those traitors won’t now what hit them! Crowley: Yeah, yeah. Bloody brilliant. Thanks for the Memories, @Fox!
  4. Batwoman vs. Jay & Raven (Penguin's Henchgirls) [Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman] - YouTube For the purposes of this fight, let's have Lark have the same amount of training as Jay and Raven, but more of a brawler. Call of the Cobblepot - Batman vs. Kabuki Twins - YouTube
  5. Night was falling on Gotham City, and at the Iceberg Lounge Lark was attempting to walk out the last customer. “I want another drink!” he said drunkenly. “I’m sorry, sir,” Lark said trying to maintain her composure. “The Iceberg Lounge is closing early this evening. But we will be open at regular business hours tomorrow.” “I don’t want to come back tomorrow! I want my drink now!” The man looked up and down at Lark and leered at her. “Come on, babe. Just one more drink! Then maybe I can pick up after you clock out.” Lark’s fist tightened as Jay and Raven walked up behind her. “Is everything under control, Lark?” asked Raven. “Yeah,” said Jay. “Is this guy giving you trouble?” Lark smirked as she turned back to the man. “No, no trouble. This gentleman just doesn’t want to leave until he has his drink. I’m sure we could give him another round, don’t you?” Raven and Jay grinned and nodded at each other. “Right. Another round.” “On the house!” The two women cartwheeled past Lark and delivered stereo roundhouse kicks to the drunk guest’s head. He stumbled back, leaving himself open for Lark to deliver a thrust kick to his chest to send him hurtling out the door and into the street. Lark gave a nod of approval and turned back as Jay giggled and chatted with Raven. “See? We said a round on the house, then hit ‘em with a roundhouse! We should do more moves like that more often! It’s fun!” Raven rolled her eyes. “I think you’ve been living in Gotham too long.” Penguin made his way down the hall accompanied by two of his men. “Have the last of the rank and file been removed?” he asked. “Yes, sir, Mr. Cobblepot,” answered Lark. “Just as you ordered.” Penguin waddled past his three henchwomen towards the dining room. “Excellent. Then all that remains is to await the arrival of our guests.” Lark, Jay, and Raven all followed obediently after the Gotham crime boss. The main floor of the Iceberg Lounge was in dimmed lighting, the lights around the iceberg display turned off. The seals had already been ushered into their cages for the night. Tables had been pushed aside to make room for a long dining table set up next to the artificial lake. Penguin sat at the table with his back to the iceberg and Lark, Jary, and Raven hovered around him waiting for instructions. One of Penguin’s henchmen reached up to touch his earpiece. He nodded and turned to his boss. “He’s here, Mr. Cobblepot. Him and his boys just made it to the front desk. They’ve been checked. No weapons.” “Send them on down,” ordered Penguin. The henchmen whispered instructions as Lark turned to Raven and Jay. “Stay sharp. This guy is dangerous. Any sign of funny business, we get Mr. Cobblepot out of danger.” “Then we kicked their butts back to Crime Alley,” finished Raven. “No problem.” “Yeah!” said Jay. “We can take ‘em!” At the top of the grand staircase that led to the dining room level, appeared a group of men wearing a variety of masks being escorted by some of Penguin’s employees. Some of the masks were designed to look like animals or birds, others were hockey masks or Mardi Gras masks. As Penguin and his crew watched the strange group make their way down the stairs, they could start to see more clearly the man leading them. He was a tall man in a white suit and tie, and his mask was made up to look like a black skull. “Evening, Penguin.” “Good evening, Black Mask. I do thank you for your promptness. Please, take a seat. Your friends, as well.” Penguin motioned to the food at the table and nodded to the women. Lark stayed by his side as Jay and Raven pulled out two chairs. Black Mask’s gang stayed back, but Black Mask took a seat, along with the only man with him who wasn’t wearing a mask. He adjusted his glasses and looked awkwardly up at Jay who smiled at him. “Anything I can get you gentlemen for starters?” “We don’t need to waste time with pleasantries, Cobblepot. You wanted to talk? Here I am. Let’s get down to business.” Jay and Raven moved back to Penguin’s side of the table as Lark offered a bottle of wine to him. She started pouring it in a glass as he spoke to Black Mask. “I couldn’t interest you in sampling from the Iceberg Lounge’s wine list? I’ve had my cellar restocked with some rather intriguing vintages from Kasnia that I thought you would enjoy.” Black Mask rose from his seat and turned to leave. “I didn’t come here to drink with you, Penguin. If you don’t have anything for me, I’m out of here. Number One!” The man in glasses hurried to get up and join his boss as Penguin raised his glass. “I wouldn’t be so quick to leave if I were you… Mr. Sionis.” Black Mask spun around, his eyes blazing behind his skeletal visage. Penguin smiled with satisfaction as he sipped his wine. “That is your name, isn’t it? Roman Sionis? CEO of the Janus Corporation?” “How the hell do you know that?!” Black Mask snarled. “Oh, come now, Roman. One doesn’t have to be the world’s greatest detective to determine your identity. I’ve been more than aware of you opening offices for Janus Corp in Gotham. Shortly afterwards, there was an increase of gun and drug smuggling at the docks.” Penguin’s eyes narrowed. “Docks which so happen to be under my control.” Number One glanced nervously at Black Mask. The crime lord’s grumbled as he slowly walked back to the table. “I… was… unaware that the docks were a part of your territory. When you sent your men after mine to force them out, I thought they were just some small-time hoods trying to muscle in on my business.” “And so you had your men riddle my men with bullets and throw them into the bay.” Penguin wiped some specks of wine from his lips. “While I admire your… passion, Mr. Sionis, you do have a great deal to learn about Gotham. The resulting hostilities between your organization and mine has drawn the attention of the police. And several other of my employees have been apprehended by the Batman.” Black Mask started drumming his fingers on the table. Penguin looked back and forth at Black Mask and Number One. “I assume some of your men have been similarly captured, as well. As of this moment, my informers in the district attorney's office have notified me that a taskforce is about to created to investigate the uptick in violence at the docks. Such a taskforce would inevitably result in a great deal of unpleasantness for both of us. With that said, we now have a choice before us. We can either continue going tit for tat with each other until we all wind up dead or in jail, or…” Penguin was interrupted by the sound of Jay’s stifled giggles. Raven elbowed her in the ribs. “Not that kind of ‘tit’, dummy!” she hissed. “Sorry,” said Jay, containing herself. “It just sounds funny when he says it.” Lark glared at both of them as Penguin cleared his throat and continued. “Or we could use this evening to come to a mutual agreement.” “What sort of agreement?” asked Black Mask. Penguin folded his hands and leaned back in his chair. “You will be free to use the docks for your activities. However, I shall receive a percentage of the gross profits. Say, 15%.” Black Mask grabbed a hold of the table, but a warning glance from Number One made him think twice. Black Mask stood up and adjusted his tie. “I… suppose that would be reasonable. Anything would be better than taking shots at each other. I’ve been wanting to get this beef behind us. In fact, I brought a little… something for you. A peace offering, I guess you could say. If my man could bring it in?” Penguin glanced up at Lark, then shrugged and waved Black Mask on. “Very well. My men will escort him upstairs.” Number One hurried back towards the entrance with two of Penguin’s men right behind him. “Peace offering?” Lark scoffed under her breath. “Now, now, Lark,” said Penguin sotto voce, taking another sip from his glass. “One mustn’t think the worst of people. But if this indeed a trick, do be so kind as to kill Mr. Sionis first?” “Yes, Mr. Cobblepot.” A few minutes passed, then Number One reappeared at the top of the staircase. On either side of him were two female figures. They were dressed in green kimonos and wore their hair in top knots. Their masks were white kabuki masks with painted features. “Check out those outfits!” whispered Jay. “Yeah,” muttered Raven. “Didn’t know ‘The Mikado’ was playing at the Gotham Met this week.” “Really?” asked Jay. “Who they playing?” Raven rolled her eyes as Number One brought the two women to the table before Penguin. Penguin looked them up and down unimpressed. “Certainly… exotic, Roman. But I fail to see what need I have for a couple of geishas.” “I promise you, Mr. Cobblepot,” said Black Mask. “These two aren’t around for their looks.” He turned the women. “Show ‘em!” The women shook off their robes to reveal red bodysuits underneath. They wore three fingered gloves with long razor blades at the tips. They cocked their hands in unison and brandished the blades, causing all of Penguin’s followers to draw their guns at them. “It is a trick!” barked Lark. “Hold your fire!” shouted Penguin. The dining room fell still as Black Mask and his men stood frozen as Penguin’s gang aimed at the two women. “What’s the meaning of this, Sionis?” said Penguin coldly. “You bring assassins into my place of business during a truce?” Black Mask stepped in between the two women. “You’ve got me all wrong, Penguin. Allow me to introduce you to the Kabuki Twins. No names, no faces. Just two of the most dangerous ladies walking this planet. I figured that it would only be fair if I gave you some more muscle to make up for our… misunderstanding. Hell, these two would make great bodyguards for you.” “But he already has bodyguards!” Everyone in the room turned to face Jay after her outburst. Raven facepalmed and grabbed Jay’s arm. “Jay! Will you be quiet?!” she hissed. But Lark was already moving around table towards Black Mask and the Kabukis. She glared unblinking at Black Mask. “Mr. Cobblepot doesn’t need your peace offering. He has all the protection he needs.” Black Mask chuckled dryly and looked at Penguin’s three women. “Really? You? I’m sorry. I thought you dames waited tables around here.” He focused on Lark with a dangerous glint in his eye. “Or maybe are you the entertainment?” “Why don’t I just get you a menu and shove it sideways up your…” “Lark! Stand down now!” Lark turned back at Penguin’s order. Then slowly walk backwards away from Black Mask. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cobblepot.” “Didn’t know you had a thing for the feisty ones, Penguin,” sneered Black Mask. “I must apologize for my employees,” said Penguin calmly. “But despite their… overexuberance, their point is valid. I fail to see why I need two more bodyguards when I am more than satisfied with my current arrangements.” Black Mask folded his arms across his chest. “Then you wouldn’t mind putting them to the test?” Penguin raised an eyebrow and stood up from the table. “Do I detect the taste of a wager in the air?” “Why not? Your girls against the Kabukis. Your dames win, you don’t have to accept my gift. What do you say?” Lark turned to face Penguin. “Let us, Mr. Cobblepot. We can take them!” “Yeah!” said Raven. “3 on 2? Easy!” “And can we keep the dresses too?” asked Jay. Penguin had a moment of thought, then nodded. “Very well, Roman. Your twins against my flock. Let’s begin the festivities… Now!” Raven and Jay pulled out throwing stars and hurled them at the Kabukis. The twins dived out of the way as Lark drew her gun and opened fire. Black Mask and Penguin’s men scrambled to cover as the two crime bosses sat next to each other at the table to watch the action. “You wouldn’t be interested in a side wager in the outcome of this contest, would you, Roman?” asked Penguin. Black Mask poured a glass of wine as the five women did battle before him. “20k on the Kabukis.” “30 thousand on Jay, Lark, and Raven.” “Deal.” OK: The fight takes place in the Iceberg Lounge. All combatants are at full strength. Jay, Lark, and Raven are armed with pistols and throwing stars. Fight continues until the opposing team is rendered unconscious. Game On!
  6. Good deal. I will wait to implement the Twitter until after MagneticFerret.com is official.
  7. Just to touch base with, @IKA and @Fox. Where are we at with the site? How close are we to @IKA being in full control? Week? Month?
  8. This is a continuation of Fox Mulder/Fox (Fraternity) vs Fox McCloud/Fox (Gargoyles). Andel Sanap: Fraternity Fox draws her semiautomatic pistol and fires! Pack Fox drops and rolls out of the way as the bullet curves towards her! Al Rossi: Frat takes aim again but Pack leaps towards her! Frat blocks the strike and delivers a backfist that sends Pack reeling! Something is starting to materialize in the ring! Andel Sanap: The first loot box! Pack staggers to it and rips it open. She reaches inside and pulls out something. Al Rossi: Frat is taking aim! Pack is throwing it! Grenade! Right on target as it explodes and surrounds Frat in gas! Andel Sanap: Pack rushes to her corner as Frat gasps for breath. She slams on the turnbuckle and switches places with McCloud. Starfox is in! Al Rossi: The gas beginning to clear out. Frat shakes out the cobwebs and opens fire at McCloud! But there’s the reflector! No way a bullet is breaking through that! McCloud takes to the air with the booster pack and draws his blaster! Quick fires and leaves Frat staggered! She’s trying to get a bead on McCloud but he’s moving to quick for her! YOWCH! Right on target! McCloud nails her with the blaster! Andel Sanap: Fraternity Fox is down! McCloud lands for the cover! One! Two! Three! She’s out! The official is checking on her but Fraternity Fox has been eliminated! The official is going to the corner and hitting the turnbuckle. Al Rossi: Out goes Frat to be checked on by Mercy, in comes a rather nervous looking Mulder. He’s reaching for his pistol and… ZZAAAP! Al Rossi: … Um, well…. Referee: 1! 2! 3! Ring the bell! Winners: Fox McCloud and Fox! Andel Sanap: McCloud just too quick on the draw for the X-Files agent. The official is holding up the arms of McCloud and Fox, but Fox doesn’t look to pleased. Al Rossi: Here comes Philippa and Chloe for the post fight interview. Let’s see if we can get some answers here. Philippa Forrester: Congratulations to you both. Nice work especially to you, McCloud. You practically soloed that match! Fox McCloud: It was an honor to be asked to team up with Fox. The other team was good, it’s just a question of better tech. Fox: Really? That’s how we end this fight? Chloe Bourgeois: What are you mad about? You won the thing. Who cares? Fox: I do, little girl. I signed up for this fight because I wanted to test my skills against that other Fox. Instead, I’m only able to be in the ring with her for a couple of seconds before this furball steals the spotlight for himself. Who’s idea was it to have that Fed be involved in this fight in the first place? Al Rossi: Ummm. Andel Sanap: Al? Al Rossi: What? I like the X-Files! So sue me. Fox: I’m sure these fans would want a more competitive match than that! Wouldn’t you? Andel Sanap: The crowd’s cheers seem to imply they do! Fox: Then I say we give you a better match! If Fox is fully healed, I challenge her to a match right here and now! You and me! No gimmicks! Just our skill, strength, and weapons! Last Woman Standing! What do you say, people?! Al Rossi: An impassioned speech from Fox! And the crowd is loving it! Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! Andel Sanap: And look who’s coming back down the ramp to the ring! Fraternity Fox is back on her feet! Mercy is following after her taking some med scans, but doesn’t appear to be stopping her! Fox rolls into the ring and goes face to face with Fox! Al Rossi: The assassin is clearly eager for a re-match! And I say let them go! Referee! Let’s do this! Referee: OK, ladies. This match will be contested under Last Woman Standing rules. Whoever is unable to answer the count of 10, loses. You are allowed your base weaponry and equipment, and combat can take place throughout the Bunker. Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! Game On!
  9. Lord vs Ren would an interesting one on one. But the Mob's numbers allow them to do much more complicated routines. Unless Lord and Ren are allowed their own back up, I don't think they'd outperform the Mob.
  10. THE BOTTOM LINE Lin and Brian peeked over the edge of the balcony to witness the insanity below. Hollywood’s finest were engaged in a struggle that was one part bar room brawl and one part Broadway musical. The Music Meister had managed to take control of several “West Side Story” cast members, who were trying to contain Simu Liu. The “Shang Chi” actor dived and dodged past their strikes and delivered kicks to his finger snapping assailants. Samuel Jackson and Uma Thurman danced a tango as they tripped up Jennifer Lawrence and Bill Murray. Meanwhile, Venus and Serena Williams had got in a “Single Ladies” formation behind Beyonce as they fought Penelope Cruz, Kristin Stewart, and Nicole Kidman and Billie Eilish and Lady Gaga brawled on the stage. All in all, it had become a rather bizarre evening. “We’ve got to stop this!” said Lin. “Someone’s going to get killed if this keeps up!” Brian wiped the sweat from his brow. “But how? Those two guys have got everybody going nuts.” Lin grabbed Brian by the shoulder. “We need to get back to the boiler room. There’s got to be another spell to reverse this thing! We just need to get the book!” Brian coughed and pointed towards the stage nervously. “Umm, that book?” Lin looked where Brian pointed and his blood ran cold. On the stage, standing behind Sweet, was Vanessa guarded by three of his demons. And she was clutching the book to her chest. “That demon thing must have had one of those weird puppet guys snag the book,” Brian moaned. “There’s no way we can get past this crowd to get to it.” Lin looked out at his wife, her lips singing along with the clashing melodies. A determined look came over Lin’s face. “I’m going to save Vanessa,” he said, pulling Brian back down behind the balcony wall. “And you’re going to make this right, Brian, if it’s the last thing you do! Now, listen. I need you to get to the control room. This is what we’re gonna do.” The Music Meister looked nervously around the theater. He had controlled half the theater, but now his forces had been depleted. He could feel each celebrity he controlled slip from his grasp as they were knocked out by Sweet’s army, only to be revived and dance to the demon’s tune. Chris Rock was being double teamed by Will and Jada Pinkett Smith, Tony Hawk was doing backflips over Kelly Slater, and Wesley Snipes was getting overpowered by Jason Momoa. Sweet put his arm around Vanessa as he smirked across the stage at the Meister. “Face it, buddy. You’ve lost.” The Meister started to shake as he pointed at the demon. Music Meister: You think you’ve won! But I’m not done! My victory’s still in view! My hired hands, I now command, To take the fight to you! The Music Meister sings the song the world wants to hear! Stand and fight and hear the song, Of your hypnotic profiteer! The Mu… The Music Meister’s voice fell silent as he looked at the audience in horror. His six minions were not singing with him. They were now dancing to Sweet’s music. The Meister spun to face Sweet who shrugged and started to snap his fingers. “About time to wrap this thing up.” His face still frozen in fear, the Music Meister slowly started swaying and dancing to Sweet’s song, keeping time with his snaps. Sweet started snapping faster and faster, causing the Meister and his minions to dance even more quickly. Smoke started to rise from their bodies as they cried out in exertion. Sweet snapped his fingers one last time, and all seven men burst into flames. Sweet chuckled as they screamed in agony before their immolated bodies collapsed to the ground. Sweet turned his attention to Vanessa, the rest of the theater now still as the entire audience stood motionless in his power. Sweet brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. She flinched and closed her eyes but couldn’t move away as Sweet sang. Sweet: Well, I must confess, That truly was a… blaaast! Said he was the best, But that guy was… just outclaaassed! I could probably burn down this city, Torch all of you! The lights would be pretty! Let’s get partyin’! Time to breathe your laaast! “HEY!” Sweet turned to the crowd and saw Lin-Manuel Miranda in aisle with a mic in his hand. Lin’s face was taut with determination. “This party ends now!” The crowd of mind-controlled celebrities took a lunged towards Lin only for Sweet to raise his hand. “Hold it, people. Take five.” The celebrities took a step back and Sweet gave a toothy grin to Lin as he put his arm around Vanessa’s shoulders. “Now this is something. You’re fighting me. Well, to be fair I was distracted. Why don’t you get with the chorus with the rest of them?” Lin could hear the echoes of a song start playing in his head. He closed his eyes and groaned in pain, then looked up defiantly at Sweet. “Sorry, not really in the mood for singing right now.” Sweet glanced back at Vanessa and smirked. “Oh, I get it now. This is your girl, isn’t it? I admire your guts. Not that it’ll do you or her any good.” “You are going to let my wife go,” said Lin firmly. “Set everyone free and set everything back the way it was.” Sweet’s grin grew savage as he stepped to edge of the stage to get in Lin’s face. “And just how the hell are you going to make me do that, mortal? Do you have any idea what I’m capable of?” Lin took a step back from Sweet, not breaking eye contact. “I know you think you can get your way. I know you expect us to dance to the music you play. And I know that’s all going to chance today. Brian!” Brian’s nervous voice rang out over the PA system from the control room. “Ready, Lin!” “Good. Cuz I’ve got somethin’ to say!” A rap beat started playing over the PA. Sweet looked around in confusion as Lin lifted the mic to his lips. Lin: You thinkin’ you got some Master Plan. Think I got nothin’ but sweat inside my hands. You beat a guy dressed purple? Reign in your pride. It’ll take 7 seconds to Kiss it goodbye. Come on Let’s Go Crazy if you want to get nuts. Bring you down like the elevator doors as it shuts. Why the Prince scheme, you thinkin’? Well, I will repeat. I only think of Cream when I hear the name Sweet! Will I beat you in a minute or two, Sweet? Or do it French, like, “Tout Suite!” You can leave now if you want to, Sweet. When the bars click it’ll be “Too Sweet!” So you say you’re a demon, and you think you’re hard. Well, Broadway’s my home, Hollywood’s my yard. Long as I have a beat, I will never quit. Don’t quote me, Sweet, I ain’t said nuthin’ yet! Sweet had perplexed look on his face as he watched Lin continue rapping. But he could see the effect his words were having on the crowd. He saw the celebrities under his control slowly starting to sway to Lin’s rap. Sean Combs and Megan Thee Stallion broke ranks with the crowd, as the other cast members of “Encanto” moved in behind Lin. Lin: I rep my island, Puerto Rico, like a boss! I’m the one rapper no one wants to cross! So I hope you are ready to take this loss! Cuz Sweet’ll be sour when I bring the sauce! Vanessa, you’re my girl! Still leaving me breathless! Remember those times I was broke and making breakfast? I know you’re in there! Don’t give up the fight! Cuz you are going back home with me tonight! I can do Sweet like Sweeney with a blade to his throat! Or Sound off on his Music, let him know I’m the GOAT! I could Weird Al his act, make him laugh at the parody. But I didn’t come here tonight to give Sweet Charity! I might pull a gun on ‘em. I’m not playing around. He hear the “Ch”? I go, “It’s my kind of town.” Give all your songs a rest, cuz they only bore me. Or you’re laid out on the curb like a West Side Story. Vanessa’s fingers started tapping on the cover of the book. Sweet glared down on Lin. “So, you think you got some style? You might be able to swipe a couple of people from me, but you ain’t getting rid of me that easy.” Lin caught his breath and looked past Sweet with a smile. Lin: I’m here put an end to all your crew. I can make people dance to my music too. So what I don’t get an Oscar? I know I got my fam. The only Oscar you’ll get is out of a trash can. All I need is the thing that your cronies took. I can finish all this once I have that book. And if you think I can’t get it? Then you must be wack, son. I don’t believe in demons, I believe in Chris Jackson! Sweet turned to see what Lin was looking at. A fist struck him right between the eyes and sent him sprawling backward. The fist belonged to Chris Jackson, who clutched his hand in pain. “You could have told me how hard this guy’s head was!” he shouted to Lin. But Lin was focused on Vanessa. The demonic henchmen left her side to check on Sweet, and she was shaking her head as if waking up from a deep slumber. “Vanessa!” Lin yelled. Sweet pushed the demons aside as he struggled to get up. “Get the girl!” Vanessa’s eyes suddenly focused. He glanced down at the book then back to Lin. “Lin! Take it!” She tossed the book off the stage, and Lin lunged forward to catch it. The rap beat stopped playing and the celebrities went back to being motionless. The demons started leaping off the stage toward Lin, who held the book up above his head. “Back up!” Lin shouted. “Anyone takes a step towards me and I tear this book apart!” The demons froze and Sweet nimbly jumped in front of them. Chris hurried to Vanessa’s side as she collapsed to the stage. “And just what good do you think that’ll do, Lin?” Sweet asked. “This book brought you here. The spells are the reason this madness happened,” Lin said determinedly. “Maybe that’s the way you all go back where you came from. Or you can just leave now, and never come back!” “Now take it easy, Lin!” Lin looked behind him as Brian pushed his way past the crowd to join him. “Just give me the book! I know the spell that we activated! I can reverse and then we can keep using the success spell!” Sweet started laughing, and his henchmen followed suit. Lin looked confused. “What’s so funny?” “Lin, baby, you’ve barely scratched the surface of what that book can do! I don’t know what this guy has been telling you, but the spells in that book haven’t seen the light of day in, oh, I’d say about a hundred years or so.” “But that’s not true!” Brian argued. “I’ve been using them for years now!” “Oh, really?” said Sweet condescendingly. “Did you do the spell right? Did you make the circle? Put the candles in the right shape? Get the blood of a sacrificed virgin?” Brian started scratching his head uncomfortably. “Um, yeah. I might have used some pig blood instead. I didn’t think it was a big deal! When the accolades kept coming in…” “Hold on!” Lin interrupted. “You mean that my wins were legit? It wasn’t from this book?” Sweet shook his head. “But you could have a whole lot more success. Just hand the book to me, and I’ll unlock all it’s mysteries for you.” “Don’t listen to him, Lin!” Brian begged. “Now that I know how I messed up, we can do it right now!” Lin looked back and forth between the demon and the agent. He gazed up at the stage where Vanessa was still passed out. He turned his attention back to Sweet and Brian. “You both want this book so bad? Fine. Let’s share!” Lin raised the book back above his head. Sweet and Brian lunged for him. “STOP!” “LIN! NO!” But it was too late. With a mighty tear, Lin ripped the book down it’s spine. The book began to spark and glow with the same light as before, enveloping the entire theater. “Music has always played an important role in the world of movies. The following composers and lyricists have created works of art that theater goers will cherish forever.” Lin found himself sitting back in his chair in the theater. Everyone in the audience was back in their seats and looking on as Jake Gyllenhaal and Zoe Kravitz presented their award on stage. Lin looked behind him to see Brian sat a few rows back. He smiled and waved at Lin, crossing his fingers. Lin felt a familiar touch on his arm. He turned to see Vanessa and Chris sitting next to him. “Well, I guess this is it,” Vanessa said. Lin was speechless for a moment, then gave Vanessa a hug. “Vanessa! Vanessa, you’re okay!” he said in between kisses. Vanessa laughed as she gently pushed Lin back. “Lin! What’s gotten into you?” “I’m sorry. It’s… it’s impossible to explain. I’m just so glad you’re here right now. And I love you so much.” Vanessa smiled and shook her head. “And I love you too, Lin.” The couple started kissing again as the presenters went on with their introductions. “Billie Eilish and Finneas O’Connell for ‘No Time to Die’, “No Time to Die”. DIXSON and Beyonce Knowles-Carter for ‘Be Alive’, “King Richard”. And Lin-Manuel Miranda for ‘Dos Origuitas’, “Encanto”.” Chris nudged Vanessa as the cameras panned to them. “Um, guys?” The crowd starting laughing and cheering as the big screen showed Lin and Vanessa embracing. They looked up at the screen then back at the crowd. Lin laughed nervously as he acknowledged the audience and Zoe Kravitz grinned down from the podium. “Hope we’re not interrupting anything, Lin?” Lin smiled and shook his head. “Well, in that case,” Jake Gyllenhaal said holding up the envelope. “Let’s get back to the show!” Vanessa held Lin’s hand tight. “Just remember,” she whispered. “You will always have my love. No matter what.” Lin put his free hand over Vanessa’s. “No matter what.” “And the Academy Award goes to…” “Come on! I want to see the rest of the show!” The bouncer walked the woman towards the back door of the bar by the arm. “Listen, lady. For you, show’s over! You’ve been hogging that TV all night. I’ve got people who want to see the game! Not a bunch of celebrities in suits thanking each other!” The woman struggled to free herself. “But I’m a celebrity too!” she slurred. “I’m a singer! Back in 2011 I was bigger than all those sell outs!” “Yeah, yeah. And I was a stunt double for Robert Downey Jr. Out you go!” The woman flew unceremoniously out the back door and into an alley. She clattered into a row of garbage cans as the bouncer closed the door behind her. “You can’t do this to me!” she screeched waving her fist. “I’m a star! I can make another hit anytime I want to!” The woman slowly got to her feet, brushed off her jeans, and was about to leave the alley when something caught her eye. Sitting on top of a pile of trash, was a white, paperback book. It looked so clean and out of place in the alley, that the woman reached out and picked it up. She flipped through the book and settled on a page. “The following spell will make one adored by all mortals. One must first take the blood of a sacrificed virgin…” “Hey, Rebecca!” Rebecca turned and saw another woman in her early 20s hurrying into the alley, stepping carefully so no garbage got on her designer clothes. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over town for you! I thought we were going to watch the Oscars at your place, but you weren’t there!” Rebecca slipped the book in her back pocket. “Oh, right, sorry, Blair. It just slipped my mind.” Blair took Rebecca’s hand and helped her step over a fallen trash can. “Well, let’s get you home. The other’s are waiting in the car. Do you want to sit in the front seat or the back seat?” Rebecca said nothing as they exited the alley. Her mind was thinking on the book she found. It might take the rest of the week to understand what it all meant, but when she did? She had a feeling she would definitely be looking forward to the weekend.
  11. The Bottom Line will be posted in the next few days, buuuut.... "Will Smith: Just let me get my hands on that purple wearing geek! " Just want to say, with all due respect to the parties involved in last night's nonsense, I think I'm going into the Miss Cleo business.
  12. Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans! Welcome back to the Bunker! It’s Al Rossi and Andel Sanap here to give you some more multiversal combat action! But today is a special occasion. Andel Sanap: Yes, Al. For many years, contests like what you are about to witness were made possible by the entity known as Fox. By maintaining dimensions like ours at the Bunker, they have allowed fight fans to see battles they’d never imagined were possible. Al Rossi: And keep guys like us employed. Sadly, Fox is going to be stepping away from the game to focus on other projects. But in celebration of all their hard work, we have cooked up a great tag team bout in their honor! In honor of Fox, we proudly present the Tag Team Fox Match! On one side, we’ve got Fox Mulder of the X-Files and Fox of the Fraternity. On the other we’ve got Fox McCloud, leader of Team Star Fox, and Fox of the Pack! Andel Sanap: Hmm. Al Rossi: Hmm? What are you ‘hmm-ing’ about? Andel Sanap: I’m somewhat concerned of Fox’s presence in the Bunker. Isn’t she romantically involved with David Xanatos? She has a direct link with a member of the 9. Al Rossi: Andel, we’ve been over this. Our psychics have scanned her brain and found nothing. Our techs have checked her for any tracking equipment and found nothing. And she’s going to have her mind wiped just like everyone else. Andel Sanap: Perhaps, but I have a… Al Rossi: Bad feeling about this, I know. Let’s just pass it down to Justin Roberts in the ring for the rules and introductions. Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Bunker! As you can see, our combatants will be fighting in a standard sized wrestling ring. At various points during the match, various loot boxes will be beamed into the ring. Some of them containing useful weapons and equipment, some not. All other handheld weapons and equipment that our combatants use normally is legal. Only one member of each team will be allowed in the ring at a time. The other teammate must stay on the floor outside the ring. In order to tag out, the teammate in the ring must hit one of the four top turnbuckles. This will activate a transporter that will cause the teammates to trade places automatically. The team that is able to pin or submit both of their opponents, wins! And now, let’s introduce the teams! First, Team Fraternity X! Fox Mulder and Fox! Andel Sanap: A cheer from the fans in attendance as Team Fraternity X makes their way to the ring. Mulder is looking a little unsure of his partner, but Fox is looking focused on the task at hand! Justin Roberts: And their opponents! Team Star Pack! Fox McCloud and Fox! Al Rossi: Fox somersaults down the ramp to the other side of the ring, followed by McCloud! She certainly knows how to get the crowd behind her! Andel Sanap: But will that help her against an assassin like Fox? And with the randomizing engines creating loot boxes during the battle, you can’t take your eyes off anyone! Al Rossi: Now the ref is motioning to the teams to choose who starts. Fraternity Fox confidently steps through the ropes! Pack Fox looks impressed and joins her! Guess the lady foxes will start this match! Or is that vixens? Andel Sanap: Here’s the official! Let it begin! Al Rossi: Thanks for everything, Fox! Referee: Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! OK: Tag Match rules. The combatants just need to touch one of the turnbuckles to ‘make a tag’. They are allowed their own handheld weaponry/equipment. The Bunker will generate loot boxes containing useful/not useful equipment. Combatants are eliminated by pinfall or submission. Match continues until both teammates are eliminated. Game On!
  13. THE BOTTOM LINE Andel Sanap: With the pounding of drums, the Lord of Dance leaps into action, step dancing furiously! The Irish contingent screams their support! He is literally dancing circles around Moonwalker! Al Rossi: He might be wanting to get this early fall, Andel. The Lord might be able to call on some powerful magic to resurrect himself from an attack, but he’d probably feel a lot more comfortable going one into the fist fight! Look at the elevation on that kick! Right in front of the face of Moonwalker! Andel Sanap: But Moonwalker is staying still, hat brim pulled down. He isn’t paying attention to the Lord’s routine. He’s focusing on saving his energy for his performance. The Lord’s feet are tapping nearly on top of Moonwalker’s. Now he breaks away and starts sprinting across the length and breadth of the platform. Al Rossi: He’s going back and forth with the drummers! He gestures to Moonwalker, and ha! It looks like he’s almost doing a robot. And into an MJ kick as he taps! Is he trying to play mind games by stealing some of Moonwalker’s moves? But here he comes back again, a final flurry of footwork in front of Moonwalker, and then nails his famous pose! Andel Sanap: Right arm flexed and left arm extended right in the face of Moonwalker, who still hasn’t even lifted up his hat. The crowd really loved that performance, but… Al Rossi: Oh, hello! Moonwalker extends his arm to the Lord! He snaps his fingers and here comes “Smooth Criminal”! Andel Sanap: The crowd is going ballistic as Moonwalker hits a thrust and immediately goes into a circle glide around a bemused Lord. Al Rossi: Hits him with a MJ kick to show ‘em how it’s done! Now starts to robot then straight into a crotch grab! Moonwalker: Ow! Andel Sanap: Certainly.. unorthodox, but effective. Now he slides past him to the far side right in front of the drummers! Al Rossi: Spinning round and round and up on his toes! He moonwalks back across the floor towards the Lord who’s standing with arms crossed. Another spin, straight into the anti-gravity lean! The crowd loves that one! Andel Sanap: Strutting confidently past the Lord before going into another spin! Going faster and faster! I thought they weren’t allowed to use magic! Al Rossi: He isn’t! Moonwalker: Ow! Al Rossi: A final cry and snap to the sky and Moonwalker completes his routine! The crowd has not stopped roaring! The official moves in between the two competitors. He gestures to the Lord. Still some heartfelt cheers from the audience. But they are quickly overwhelmed by the cheers for the Moonwalker! Referee: Winner of the first fall: Moonwalker! Gentlemen, the second fall will be contested under fist fight rules. Combatants ready? 3. 2. 1. Commence combat! Al Rossi: Whoa! The Lord catches Moonwalker with a right to the jaw! Now the Moonwalker is really spinning! The crowd didn’t like that! Andel Sanap: This certainly is not ideal for the Lord of the Dance. The audience has shown it’s behind Moonwalker after that first fall. But can the Lord capitalize on this early strike? Al Rossi: Moonwalker is trying to keep his distance. He doesn’t want to feel that right again! The Lord lunges in for another punch but Moonwalker blocks it! A couple of quick body shots but the Lord of the Dance is able to weather them. Moonwalker goes into a spin and tries for a back fist and the Lord ducks out of range. Andel Sanap: Moonwalker charges ahead andOH! Walks straight into another strike! The Moonwalker is down! There’s blood on the dance floor! Al Rossi: Moonwalker struggling to his feet as the official makes the count. He’s on wobbly legs at the count of 6. Andel Sanap: An uppercut from the Lord! Moonwalker on one knee! The Lord pulls back and hammers down on the Moonwalker! That might do it! Al Rossi: The fans are urging Moonwalker to get up! He’s stirring but the ref if already counting! Referee: 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Winner of the second fall: The Lord of the Dance! Andel Sanap: The Lord acknowledges the crowd as Moonwalker is still struggling back to his knees. The official is checking him and he’s nodding. He’s ready to continue! Referee: Third and final fall! All powers legal! Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! Al Rossi: The Lord is waving to the Sprite who in turn signals to the dressing room. Here comes the Lord’s followers, step dancing in unison towards the dance floor! The Sprite playing that flute to summon her magic! Andel Sanap: The Moonwalker is still on the ground. But… oh my! His eyes! Their starting to glow! Al Rossi: The Lord is going into a spin! He must summoning a final spell to eliminate Moonwalker! But Moonwalker’s getting to his feet! He’s turning silver! The crowd knows what’s coming! Andel Sanap: The Moonwalker is becoming encased inside a metallic armor! The tempo of the Lord’s followers is increasing! He dramatically gestures at MoonBY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: A massive blast of energy shot out from the Lord at Moonwalker! But his force field blocked it! The Lord’s followers aren’t looking too confident now! The armor of the Moonwalker opens up to reveal his turrets and rockets and YIKES! Andel Sanap: Moonwalker has opened fire on the Lord of the Dance! Step dancers are running for cover and getting blasted into the air! The Sprite is desperately trying to use her magic to restore everyone, but BY THE FORCE! Struck down by a laser! Al Rossi: The Lord of the Dance is standing in shock as his forces are decimated! He has no answer for this kind of firepower! Everyone is either dead or fled to the locker rooms! He turns to face the giant robotic form of Moonwalker! He’s psyching himself up! This is so not a good idea! Andel Sanap: I have to agree, Al. I can respect not wanting to surrender, but at this point this can only end badly. He charges full steam towards Moonwalker! Moonwalker: AHHHHHHHHHH! Andel Sanap: BY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: That sonic cry! Lifts the Lord of the Dance off his feet! Leaving him completely helpless as a final laser blasts him off the dance floor! Referee: Winner of the final fall: The Moonwalker! Andel Sanap: An incredible finish for our first fight at the Bunker, Al. Al Rossi: You’re not lying, Andel. Mercy will be able to put the losers together again, and I only hope that we can keep things going in our new home without the 9 finding us. Remember, viewers, always be on your guard. The 9 must never find out where we are, our it could be curtains for all of us! But we’ll keep going to give you great action with the finest warriors of the multiverse. Now, I think it’s time for us to all have a drink at the bar, if Doc Holliday hasn’t drunk it dry after outdrawing Captain Jack and Bo Rai Cho! For Andel Sanap, Philippa Forrester, Chloe Bourgeois, Justin Roberts, and Mercy, I’m Al Rossi saying so long from the Bunker! Philippa Forrester: Guess you could say that fight was a real ‘thriller’? Chloe Bourgeois: I don’t get it.
  14. Sorry, Bolo. This is between Baymax and Laser. But which version of Bay? Armored version could put up a fight, but the base version would probably get blasted. Also, sorry about the last couple additions, man. Didn't know you were pausing for the switch over so I figured I throw in two more dance base characters to go with Lord.
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