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Match 18129 Jay, Lark, And Raven vs. Kabuki Twins
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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. 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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.
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Match 18124 Fox (Gargoyles) vs. Fox (Wanted)
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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! -
Match 18129 Jay, Lark, And Raven vs. Kabuki Twins
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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 -
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!
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Good deal. I will wait to implement the Twitter until after MagneticFerret.com is official.
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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?
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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!
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Match 18103 Sweet vs. The Music Meister
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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. -
Match 18103 Sweet vs. The Music Meister
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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. -
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!
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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.
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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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Match 18103 Sweet vs. The Music Meister
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Batman: The Brave and the Bold | The Music Meister | @DC Kids - YouTube And to give you an idea of all the people that could be featured in this fight: 94th Academy Awards - Wikipedia -
Lin-Manuel Miranda sat in the backseat of his limousine and looked out the window as the driver made his way through the streets of Los Angeles. The driver absentmindedly tapped on the steering wheel in time to ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ as it blared over the radio. Lin brushed off his tuxedo and tried to ignore it. “Lin? Are you good?” Lin turned to his wife Vanessa sitting next to him. Wearing an expensive, black dress she looked at her husband with concern. Lin adjusted his tie, and took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I’m just.. thinking.” “Really?” Vanessa said, putting on a wide-eyed expression. “I couldn’t tell. I just thought you were really invested in watching every car going by.” Lin chuckled and Vanessa scooted closer to him. “I get it. It’s a big night. You don’t get nominated for an Oscar every day.” Lin turned back to the window. “I know, but still. After all the ceremonies I’ve gone to, I’d have thought I’d be used to it by now. I guess part of me still gets nervous. Especially when tonight could be the night I…” Lin’s voice trailed off. Vanessa let her head rest on Lin’s shoulder. “You know, I was listening to this musical one time. And in it there’s this song where someone’s feeling stressed out. I think the title is called ‘Breathe’?” Lin gave a wry smile and looked at Vanessa. “You don’t say? Who wrote it?” Vanessa wrapped her arms around Lin’s waist. “Eh, some talented, gorgeous, Puerto Rican genius named Lin-Manuel Miranda.” She looked up at Lin’s face. “And I hear he’s got a wife who loves him with all her heart. And would love him just as much even if he never won an award in his life.” Lin returned the embrace and gently kissed Vanessa. “Really? Not even one little award?” “Weeell.” Vanessa grinned as she leaned in for another kiss. “Maybe one little award would be nice.” The couple chuckled softly and Vanessa laid her head back on Lin’s shoulder. But Lin had already returned his gaze out the window, thinking on the night ahead of him. The limo eventually reached the Dolby Theater. The street was filled with camera crews and sight seers. The door to the limo opened and Lin stepped out, helping Vanessa out after him. The crowd burst into cheers and applause. Lin noticed a couple of teenagers waving signs with the “Hamilton” logo screaming for his attention. “It never gets old, does it?” Vanessa smiled. “Just louder,” said Lin. He took Vanessa’s arm and waved to the crowd. They made their way down the red carpet until they were confronted by a women in a pink dress holding a microphone. She waved her camera man over to her and started speaking excitedly. “Hey, everybody! It’s your girl Meagan for Entertainment Exposed. You won’t believe who I’m with right now! Just pulled up to the red carpet, it’s none other than Oscar nominated composer Lin-Manuel Miranda! Along with his wife Vanessa! May I say you both are looking fabulous tonight!” “Thanks, Meagan. So do you,’ said Lin, glancing back as the fans roared for another celebrity’s arrival. “So,” Meagan went on. “This is such a big night for you, Lin. This is your second time being nominated for Best Original Song, and if you win tonight, you will have achieved the EGOT, getting an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony Award. How excited are you to be on the verge of such a milestone?” Lin cleared his throat and felt Vanessa give his arm a supporting squeeze before answering. “Well, it’s incredible. Starting out I never would have dreamed I’d be in a position to win an Oscar. But you never know. Tonight might be the night, and I’m honored to share the category with some amazing artists.” Megan turned back to the camera. “And I’m sure it would be even more amazing to be one of only 17 artists to have won the EGOT. Now, you mentioned your competition. Don’t you think ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ has the best chance to win?” Lin paused and shared an awkward glance at Vanessa. “Um, I’m not nominated for “Bruno”.” Meagan cocked her head in confusion. “Really? I could’ve sworn it was. It’s on the radio all the time.” “Yes, well, it is. But the nomination is for another song I wrote for ‘Encanto’. ‘Dos Oruguitas’?” Meagan’s face remained blank. “’Dos Orug…’ Oh, right. ‘Dos Oruguitas’. What’s that mean again?” Lin coughed uncomfortably. “It’s Spanish for ‘Two Little Caterpillars’.” Meagan gave a smile that struggled to appear sincere. “Oh, I see. Caterpillars. That sounds… nice.” Vanessa took a step closer to the microphone. “It is a beautiful song. It’s the first one Lin’s written for a project that’s entirely in Spanish. It really is touching how it came together for the movie.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” interrupted Meagan. “But don’t you think ‘Bruno’ would have been more of a sure thing to win the Oscar?” Lin and Vanessa stared at each other for a moment only to hear a voice coming towards them. “Lin, kid! Vanessa! There you are!” A bald man in a tux and tie ran over to them. “Hey, Brian,” said Lin as his agent put his arms around him and Vanessa. “Excuse me,” said Meagan. “This is an interview.” “And it’s over now, lady,” said Brian as he ushered Lin and Vanessa away. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time to talk to Lin after the ceremony.” Lin glanced back to see Meagan’s flustered face before turning back to Brian. “Thanks, man. You’re a life saver.” “Hey, don’t worry about it,” said Brian. “What kind of agent would I be if I let my friend deal with wannabe Barbara Walters on the night he wins an Oscar?” “Well, let’s not pop champagne just yet,” said Lin as they worked their way through the crowd. “I’m going up against Van Morrison, Beyonce…” “And your song is just as good as theirs,” said Vanessa. “Of course it is,” said Brian. “So just relax. I’ve got it all taken care of.” Lin stopped short and looked at Brian. “What do you mean, ‘taken care of’?” Brian tugged on his collar and cleared his throat. “Um, nothing. Hey! Look at the time! They’re going to be getting started soon! You kids go ahead and get your seats. Chris and Alex are already in there. I’ll be with you guys in a bit!” Lin and Vanessa watched as Brian hurried off. “At least we managed to find someone in this town more nervous than you,” Vanessa joked. “Yeah,” Lin said vacantly. “I wonder what he was talking about?” Vanessa took Lin’s arm. “You can think about it later. Right now, let’s just have a great night. You ready, Mr. Miranda?” Lin looked at the entrance to the theater and nodded. “I guess so, Mrs. Miranda.” The couple made their way down the aisle to where Chris Jackson, Alex Lacamoire, and Lin’s friends and family were seated. A short time later, the 94th Academy Awards began. There was the usual fare of an opening number, monologues from Amy Schumer, Wanda Sykes, and Regina Hall, followed by the presenting of award after award. In between reciting of nominees and excited acceptance speeches, the songs nominated for Best Song were performed. The crowd was hushed as Sebastian Yatra sang ‘Dos Oruguitas’, win Lin looking on from his seat. He felt Vanessa’s hand on his as the song reached it’s final chords. The crowd burst into applause and Sebastian pointed and bowed to Lin. But Lin’s mind was still elsewhere. “Sorry, Vanessa,” he said as the music for the commercial break cued up. “I need to step outside for a second.” “But they’ll be giving out the award for Best Song soon!” Vanessa whispered. “Don’t worry, I just need to hit the restroom real quick and I’ll be right back. I promise.” A quick kiss on the cheek and Lin quickly set off back up the aisle. Lin pushed open the heavy doors and started walking through the lobby. He opened a door to a backstage entrance and ducked inside. He leaned his head and right arm against the wall. His mind was buzzing. Was this the night? Was he really going to win an Oscar? Or come up short again? Lin closed his eyes tight. Vanessa was right. He needed to calm down, to focus. That’s when Lin heard the sound of a voice coming from down the hall. He took a step forward and saw that the door to a boiler room was open. He could see the strange light shining through the crack and could hear something that sounded like his name. “May Lin vincere bravium! May Lin vincere bravium! May Lin vincere bravium!” “Um, hello?” said Lin. “Is someone in there?” But the voice continued chanting. Curiosity burning in him, Lin grabbed the handle and open the door the rest of the way. Inside the boiler room, he saw a man in robes with his back to the door. In one hand, he held what looked like a paper bound book. Before the man, was a circle of white powder and candles placed in a pentagram shape around it. The man continued chanting as Lin looked on. Finally, he spoke again louder. “Excuse me?” The man stopped chanting and spun around, allowing Lin to see his face. “Brian?!” Lin’s agent could only stand with his mouth opening and closing as Lin took a step closer. “Lin! Um, what are you doing down here?” “What am I doing down here? What is all this? What are you dressed like that for?” Brian reached out to Lin’s shoulder and tried to get him to the door. “There’s no time to explain, Lin. Why don’t you just go back to Vanessa and let me finish this.” Lin pulled away from Brian’s grip. “Finish what? What are doing here?” Brian gave a deep sigh. “I didn’t want to find out like this, Lin. But I promise I’m doing it for you.” Back in the theatre, Chris Jackson leaned over to Vanessa. “Best Song is next,” he whispered. “Where’d Lin go?” “I don’t know,” Vanessa replied nervous. “He just he needed to use the restroom. He should be back by now.” The music cued up and Lady Gaga walked onto the stage in a dress made of surgical masks. She soaked in the applause before turning her attention to the autocue. “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.” “What do you mean for me? What have you done?” asked Lin. “Lin, kid, I need you to calm down for me, okay?” said Brian. “Do you remember that time at the house? You told me about your plans for ‘Hamilton’, remember?” “What’s that got to do with this?” Lin asked. “Please let me explain, Lin. When you were talking about your project, I could see your excitement. That you had something there. But there was a part of me that was unsure how the public would respond. I mean, a musical about the life of Alexander Hamilton? Told by rap?! You have to admit it was a gamble.” “But it paid off, Brian,” Lin interrupted. “You saw it happen yourself! It worked!” Brian lowered his head than looked at Lin as he held up the book in his hands. “I know it worked, Lin. Because I made it happen.” Vanessa tightened her grip on her armrests as Lady Gaga ran through the list of nominees. “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 Oruguitas’, “Encanto”.” “I searched for something, anything I could use to give your music the push it needed,” Brian explained. “And I managed to find somebody who sold me this book. A book he said had certain… spells… in it.” Lin looked at the book gave a small laugh. “Oh. I get it. I didn’t know they had the Necronomicon in paper back.” “This isn’t a joke, Lin!” Brian snapped. He quickly collected himself as Lin got more uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, kid. I had my doubts at first, too. But then I used this spell and asked that ‘Hamilton’ be the biggest success ever. And lo and behold, it was! The music was everywhere, people loved it!” Lin shook his head in disbelief. “Brian, you can’t be serious.” “I’m dead serious, Lin,” Brian went on. “I couldn’t get out of a meeting soon enough to get the ritual set up for your first Oscar nomination, and you lost. I thought I wouldn’t need to use the spell on the “Heights” movie because the show did so good, and what happened? Barely made a dent at the box office!” Lin slowly took a step towards his agent. “Brian, how about we just go upstairs and back to Vanessa and the others.” Brian turned back towards the circle. “I can’t! The ritual has started! This the big one, Lin! Once you win this Oscar and get the EGOT, your name will be in the history books! Right up there with Rodgers, Brooks, Webber, Rice! You’ll be a legend in your own time! You think Disney’s treating you good now? Think of the projects you’ll be able to do! The offers you’ll get! The money I’ll… um…we’ll be able to make!” Vanessa could only wave and smile as the cameras switched to where she sat alone next to Lin’s seat. The audience applauded politely, but a murmur ran through the crowd. Lady Gaga shrugged and smiled at the camera. “Wouldn’t it be something if he wins while he’s out on his phone?” The audience chuckled as Lady Gaga reached for the envelope. “Brian,” said Lin. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me. But I think I’ve heard enough of this. Let’s get out of here.” Brian raised his hands above his head, lifting the book high. “Not until I get this done, Lin. Trust me. You’ll thank me for this later.” “No, I won’t. Just get those goofy robes off and give me that book!” “No!” Lin reached up for the book and Brian pulled away. Lin stretched for it again, only for Brian to catch his arm. The two men struggled with each other, Lin’s foot knocking over one of the candles, causing the flame to strike the powder circle. A flash of multicolored light filled the room as Lin and Brian tripped over each other and fell into the circle, the book falling free from Brian’s grip and landing in the middle. The pages started flipping on their own, before settling on a page where the ink glowed red. Suddenly there was the sound of thunder and a final burst of light. “And the Academy Award goes to…” said Lady Gaga, just before every light in the theater went out. There were shouts of alarm as from the audience as Vanessa looked around in the darkness. “Where are you, Lin?” she said softly. In the control booth, the technical director shouted instructions as the lights slowly flickered back on. “What the hell was that? Are we still on the air?” “We’re on back up power,” a tech said, looking at his tablet. “Some kind of power surge. We’ve got no feed, no wi-fi. We can’t even get in contact with our cameras.” “Well, don’t just stand there! We’ve got a show to do! Get us back on the air!” Back in the boiler room, Lin and Brian groaned as they regained consciousness. The circle and candles had disappeared, leaving only the open book behind. Lin slapped Brian on the arm. “Are you crazy? Are you trying to blow up the whole building?!” Brian crawled over to the book, and looked at the page it had landed on. “It’s never done that before. Honest! We must have screwed something up when we fell in or something. Hopefully we didn’t set off a different…” Brian’s voice trailed off. Lin looked on as Brian stared in shock at the page. “A different what? What did you do, Brian?” “Oh no. No, no, no, no!” Brian sprang to his feet and took off running out of the boiler room. “Brian! Come back!” Lin started running after him, leaving the book behind. In the theater, Lady Gaga raised her hands to try to calm to the crowd. “Please, everybody! Stay in your seats! Just a little glitch! Everybody please stay caaaaaaaaaaaalm!” The crowd fell silent at the sound of Lady Gaga’s singing voice. The artist herself looked surprised by her own outburst. “Well, that’s one way to get people’s attention,” said Chris to Vanessa. Lady Gaga glanced around her in confusion before singing again. Lady Gaga: Oh, gentlemen and ladies, I have lost all control! I feel a pounding rhythm and a music fills my soul! I cannot stop this melody, I would try if knew! But now I simply must introduce the reason here to you! He’s come from far… away you see. Perhaps ano…ther galaxy. And he… doesn’t work for free! The new star of our show is…. “THE MUSIC MEISTEEEEEEEEER!” A spotlight shone on the stage at a man in a purple tuxedo and hat singing the final line. He was flanked behind by six similarly dressed men. The audience sat in their seats enraptured as the Music Meister started to dance with Lady Gaga as he sang. The Music Meister: Once I was in Gotham, trying to rob a charity ball! But now I find myself here, so I’ll put you in my thrall! All I can see are wealthy people. Won’t be concerned with ‘wheres’ or ‘whys’! So I’ll be like all great artists, and start to improviiiiiise! Fooor I’m the Music Meisteeer! And now you can’t break free!” Neil Patrick Harris: He’s the Music Meisteeer! But why does he sound like me? Music Meister: Pass your money, jewels, And dance, you fools! You can’t resist me! I make all the rules! I’m the Music Meisteeer! And I’m here to settle the scoooore! Lin and Brian ran onto the balcony level and looked out over the scene. The entire audience was dancing and singing as they tossed aside their valuables to the aisles, leaving them to be picked up by the Meister’s henchmen. “What have you done, Brian?” Lin demanded. “What was in that book?” “It was some kind of summoning spell. Something about bringing music from across dimensions that would bring chaos. Or something.” Lin stared at the stage as Billie Eilish and Reba McIntire joined Lady Gaga in dancing back up for the Meister. “Well, why aren’t we dancing like everyone else?” Brian held up his hands and shrugged. “Maybe because you pushed us into the circle. Maybe that protected us. Pretty lucky.” Lin grabbed Brian by his shoulders furious. “Lucky?! This is crazy! Vanessa’s down there! We’ve got to do something to stop that guy!” Brian bit his lip. “It might not be that easy!” Down below, the singing and dancing celebrities continued offering their wealth to the Music Meister’s will. Steven Spielberg: I must confess that my distress is starting to get worse! Benedict Cumberbatch: How did we get so good at this? We never did rehearse. Will Smith: Just let me get my hands on that purple wearing geek! Vanessa Nadal: Oh, where is Lin? Where has he been? The future’s looking bleak! The Music Meister: I’m the Music Meisteeer! (He’s the Music Meisteeer!) And your voices I’ll combiiine! I’m the Music Meisteeer! (He’s the Music Meisteeer!) And the world will soon be miiine! No need to check the tape! There’s no escape! Your hearts and minds and souls I will reshape! I’m the Music Meisteeer! And I’m here to settle the… The sound of tap shoes clattering interrupted the Music Meister. He glared out at the audience. “I didn’t instruct anyone to do a tap solo! Who’s doing that?!” From out of the wings appeared six figures with abnormally sized heads, directing jazz hands towards the stairwell on the stage. At the top of the stairwell, was a red skinned creature in a blue suit. He did another shuffle then slowly made his way down the stairs as he sang. Sweet: Well, well looky here. Did someone cross a penta…graaam? Just one thing is clear. One minute I’m in hell, next… here I am! Who summoned me, I want to be learning. Get down to business and get bodies burning! Let’s get partying! I’m in the mood to jaaam! The Music Meister looked insulted at the newcomer. The Music Meister: Listen up, you show off! I know you look bizarre! But that simply doesn’t change the fact I don’t know who you are! You think that you can upstage me? You really are a loon! I am the greatest singer, and you will dance to the tune, Of the Music Meisteeer! (He’s the Music Meisteeer!) I’m the only nominee! I’m the Music Meisteeer! (He’s the Music Meisteeer!) And you will bow to me! Sweet: Should I be impressed? Should I fret and… frooown? From the way you’re dressed, Looking like an average, mortal clooown! Sweet’s the guy you shouldn’t be provoking! You better than me? Ha! You must be joking! If it’s a fight you want, then it’s going dooown! Sweet gestured to the crowd and celebrities started breaking away from the Meister’s pawns. They moved towards the stage and joined Sweet’s song. Sweet: I know what you feel! Chris Jackson: What I’d give just to live through this crazy dilemma! Sweet: I make it real! Andrew Garfield: There’s a chance, if we dance! Kenneth Branagh: Oh, I’m sorry, sweet Emma! Sweet: I’ll take your back ups, tear you asunder! It’s 11 o’clock! It’s your closing number! Now, we’re partyin’! That’s what it all about! As the two sides charged against each other in whirl of dancing and a cacophony of voices, Lin gave a withering look to Brian. “You are so fired after this is over.” OK: Sweet and the Music Meister each have 6 minions (Demons/Gotham City thugs) who don’t need to be need to be musically controlled. They have to take control of everyone in the theater (minus Lin and Brian who are protected by the spell), and then take control of their opponent. They can break their opponents control over someone by having one of their pawns render that individual unconscious. Game On!
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Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans and Happy St. Patrick’s Day! That’s right! Do not adjust your devices! We are back! It is indeed Al Rossi and Jedi Master Andel Sanap! We are coming to you live, but not from TCC Arena! Andel Sanap: Yes, ladies and gentlemen. This event is being streamed from what we have termed ‘the Bunker’. Suffice to say that it is an underground arena tucked away in a pocket dimension. We cannot be more specific than that, and even the audience in attendance for this match will have the location of the Bunker wiped from their memories when the contest is over. Al Rossi: Not something that we enjoy doing, Andel, but it’s what we need to do in order to make certain this place doesn’t get found by the TCC. After the events of the Battlesphere Battle Royal, the TCC board seemed no longer content with running the show from the shadows. With their new enforcer, Battlesphere winner Miss America, in their power, the 8 became the 9 and started a series of questionable fights, all of which ended with Miss America executing the losers. Andel Sanap: Thankfully, Mercy was able to revive them and return them to their rightful dimensions. But when the 9 caught wind of what she had done, she was forced to flee from TCC Arena, or face the wrath of Miss America. Al Rossi: In the face of all this, me, Andel, and several other former TCC personnel have joined forces to start putting on fights the way the TCC used to do. Not every battle has to be to the death! And the fans should still be allowed to view these fights in person! No more of this crap of having competitors tear each other apart just for the amusement of the 9! Andel Sanap: I wholeheartedly agree, Al. It is good to see the fans again. There is a spirit of fellowship and good will in the Bunker as the St. Patrick’s Day festivities have gone on throughout the day. The finest alcohol from across the multiverse has been provided, and good times have been had by all. Except for that brawl going on between Doctor Holiday, Bo Rai Cho, and Captain Sparrow. Al Rossi: Ah, don’t worry about it. We’ve got our security surrounding the barroom to make sure the fight stays contained. Hopefully. But for our first battle here in the Bunker, we have a real fun match up for the fans here and at home. In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, we have invited a competitor who in my opinion embodies Irish spirit and culture: the Lord of the Dance! Andel Sanap: Athletically gifted, with a touch of magic, the Lord of the Dance leapt at the chance to represent Planet Ireland for our opening bout. And when we wanted to find a competitor who could match the Lord’s performance, charisma, and ability, only one dancer came to mind. The Moonwalker! Al Rossi: Early today, we were able to get a moment with our competitors. Here’s Philippa Forrester and her.. um… co-correspondent, Chloe Bourgeois. Philippa Forrester: Hey, fight fans! It’s Philippa… Chloe Bourgeois: And your favorite sideline reporter, Chloe Bourgeois! Philippa Forrester: Um, Chloe? We’ve been over this? Chloe Bourgeois: Oh, yeah, sorry. Just figured the fans would be excited to see me again. Philippa Forrester: But they’re not here to see us. They’re here to hear from our guests. We have with us the Lord of the Dance and the Moonwalker. We’d like to welcome you both to the Bunker, and wish you both a Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Lord of the Dance: Thanks, Philippa. I’m real excited to be here and can’t wait to see what Moonwalker has in store for me. Chloe Bourgeois: Yeah, yeah. But I got a question for Moonwalker. Moonwalker: Go ahead, sweetheart. Chloe Bourgeois: How do you feel your outfit compares to Captain Shirtless over here? Philippa Forrester: Chloe! Chloe Bourgeois: What? It’s a relevant question! We got a guy dressed in a classic white suit and a guy who looks like he’s trying out for the next Magic Mike! Lord of the Dance: Can’t say I’ve had many complaints. What do you think, Philippa? Philippa Forrester: Hmm? Oh, I mean um, you look great! I mean the outfit looks great. Uh, moving on! This fight is scheduled to take place under 2 out of 3 falls rules. Your first fall will be a dance off, winner to be decided by the crowd. The second fall will be a fist fight, winner decided by KO. The third fall, if needed, will be anything goes. All magic based powers will be allowed. Last man standing wins. Moonwalker: Nice! But I don’t think this is gonna need three rounds. Lord of Dance: Oh do you, now? Let’s just get out there and put on a show these people will never forget! Moonwalker: You’re on! Philippa Forrester: Good show of sportsmanship from our competitors. Back to Al and Andel in the booth! Chloe Bourgeois: Hmph. I was hoping they were going to start fighting. Al Rossi: Well, despite some pot stirring from Chloe, it appears both the Lord of the Dance and Moonwalker are ready to go! Andel Sanap: I do hope Miss Forrester is able to be a good influence on Miss Bourgeois. But for now, it’s time for Justin Roberts to give the introductions! Let’s go to the dance floor! Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a 2 out of 3 falls match! Introducing first, from Planet Ireland, the LOOOOOOOORD OF THE DAAAAAAAANCE! Al Rossi: A rousing cheer from the Irish contingent as the Lord stepdances onto the floor, accompanied by the Sprite. She’ll be important to give the Lord a boost of magical endurance if we go to the third fall. The Lord strikes his trademark pose and goes to his corner. Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, the MOOOOOOONWALKEEEEEER! Andel Sanap: The strains of Smooth Criminal are being blasted over the sound system as the Moonwalker struts into the Bunker. The crowd goes wild as he moonwalks over to the Lord and hits a pose of his own before going back to his corner. Al Rossi: This is certainly going to be a competitive game of one-upmanship in this first round. Neither of these competitors want to be outshined in a dance off, but do they want to expend so much energy in the first fall, they don’t have the strength for the fist fight? No more time for questions! Here’s the official! Referee: Competitors ready? First fall! 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! OK: 1st fall-Dance Off. Win over the crowd. 2nd fall-Fist fight. Win by KO. 3rd fall-Anything goes. All magic powers are legal. Moonwalker can transform, Lord of the Dance can summon his backup dancers and have Sprite restore him. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Here’s to another 100 match ups! Game On!
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Andel Sanap and Al Rossi are trying to run their own multidimensional combat show without the TCC and the 9 catching them. They have invited everybody to their secret location for some St. Patrick's Day festivities. Unfortunately, these three have already indulged in a fair amount of Guiness and have started fighting among themselves before the official fight has gotten started. Who wins this barroom brawl of the drunken masters? Game On!
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Match 18076 Emma Peel vs. Baroness
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AND NOW THE CONCLUSION Alarms and klaxons rang out as Emma Peel hurried through the corridors of the Cobra station. Three Cobra troopers ran around the corner and skidded to a halt when the saw her. “Freeze!” the leader shouted, aiming his rifle. Emma pointed a finger at the troopers. “Idiots!” she shouted in her Baroness voice. “I’m the real Baroness! Continue your search! The spy mustn’t get away! COBRAAA!” “COBRAAAA!” The troopers shouted as they raced past Emma. She was just about to start breathing when the real Baroness’ voice rang out over the PA system. “This is the Baroness! Be on the alert! We have an intruder! She is in disguise as me! Take her in custody, then bring her to me in the control room!” The troopers stood for a moment in confusion, then glared back at Emma. She shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She took off running as the troopers took aim. “Shoot her! Take her down!” the leader yelled. Emma ducked around the corner just in time to dodge the blast of rifle fire. The troopers gave chase, and ran around the corner just in time to see a grate slamming shut over an air vent. “She’s in the ventilation system!” the leader barked into his radio. In the control room, the Baroness pounded her fist on a terminal. “Fools! Seal the vents! Start pumping in the gas! Force her into corridor 7!” She slammed a button on a terminal, calling the faces of the Dreadnoks onto her screen. “Dreadnoks! Move into position in corridor 7! The vent there will be the only one our spy will be able to access! Be ready for her!” “Don’t worry, Baroness!” replied Buzzer. “We got her trapped like a rat!” The Dreadnoks started running down the hall, weapons at the ready. Meanwhile, in the vent, Emma crawled through the narrow passage. She could hear the sound of hissing all around her. “Not.. very… hospitable,” she coughed. She slowly pressed on through the clouds of knockout gas, reaching for something on her belt. The Dreadnoks aimed their weapons at the grate over the vent in corridor 7. “That bird will come up for air here,” Buzzer sneered. “We got ‘er now! Ready, lads?” Torch and Ripper grinned and nodded. Buzzer charged up the saw on his rifle and sliced off the grate and poked his head inside the vent. “See anythin’, Buzzer?” Ripper asked. The three Dreadnoks were so engrossed looking at the vent, they failed to see the grate above them kicked off it’s bearings and a cloud of gas pouring out. Emma Peel fell out after it wearing an oxygen mask with a small tank of air on her back. She crashed down on top of Ripper and Torch, the sudden noise causing Buzzer to bang his head against the vent in surprise. He turned around in time to see Emma deliver an overhand chop to Ripper and a kick to the gut of Torch. Buzzer revved up his saw and swung it at Emma, but she easily trapped his arm and executed a judo throw that slammed Buzzer face first into a metal wall. Emma took off the mask and tank and casually tossed them on the pile of unconscious Dreadnoks. “You fellows look like you could use some fresh air.” She quickly started running down the corridor and turned left to a large metallic door. The door slid open, and Emma blinked as the sun got in her eyes. When her vision cleared, she could see that she had reached the outside of the base. Before her was the airfield, with several Cobra Rattlers getting fueled. Emma sped across the field towards the nearest Rattler. Behind her she could hear Troopers shouting orders. She ducked behind a Rattler as a spray of lasers peppered the fuselage. She peeked her head around to get a look at the oncoming Troopers, only to feel a blow on the back of her head. Emma fell to the ground and looked up to see the smirking face of the Baroness. She pointed her pistol at Emma, and motioned her to rise. “On your feet, spy. Your little game is over!” Emma kicked out with her legs and trapped the Baroness by the ankles. The Baroness fell forward next to Emma, who quickly got on top of her and put her in a headlock. Emma picked up the fallen pistol and hoisted the struggling Baroness to her feet. She walked forwards around the Rattler, twisting the Baroness arm behind her back. “Hold your fire!” Emma shouted. “I have the Baroness as my prisoner! Hold your fire!” The Troopers stopped their advance and stood frozen in confusion. “Shoot her, you fools!” the Baroness screeched. “Now, now,” Emma said, tightening her grip. “Good terrorists should be seen, not heard. Now I want you to get into this jet, and order your men to give me clear passage off this island.” The Baroness laughed ruefully. “Or what? You’ll shoot me? G.I. Joe would never allow such treatment of a prisonARGH!” “I am not a member of G.I. Joe,” Emma said coldly. The Baroness struggled to release herself but couldn’t break free from Emma’s hold. “It doesn’t matter!” she groaned. “If I got in that Rattler with you, Cobra would shoot us both out of the sky!” Emma looked back at the Troopers as they began moving into flanking positions. “I must say I’m not impressed by your choice of friends, Baroness.” “Joke all you want spy! But I suggest you surrender! I will gladly give my life for the cause of Cobra!” Emma gave one last scan of the airfield then shrugged. “Well, when you put it that way…” Emma shoved the Baroness to turf and quickly ran to the ladder that led to the Rattler’s cockpit. “Kill her!” the Baroness called to the Troopers. “Shoot her now!” Emma slid into the cockpit and closed the canopy. She could hear the rifle fire ricocheting off the Rattler as she fired up the engine and grabbed hold of the controls. The Rattler’s VTOL engines roared to life and the jet lifted up into the air. “Scramble the Rattlers!” the Baroness howled as Emma Peel took off into the sky and across the jungle. “Baroness!” The Baroness instantly recognized the familiar gruff voice. She turned around to see Destro, standing in front of the Troopers and Dreadnoks. “Destro, darling!” she breathed. “These idiots allowed an intruder disguised as me into our base!” Destro nodded. “I was picking up the alarms on the Cobra channel. I came as fast as possible to see if you required assistance.” The Baroness pushed past Destro and ran to another Rattler. “You can, Destro! By helping me shoot that impudent woman out of the sky! Major Bludd! Get two more pilots to accompany us!” Destro strode over to his Rattler chuckling. “Such ferocity. What I’ve always admired about you, Baroness.” Emma Peel’s Rattler was beginning to smoke from it’s engines as she finally made it over the ocean. A warning beep from her radar caused her to look down, and see five blips moving towards her. “I sure hope your awake, Steed,” Emma said under her breath. The Rattler’s moved in formation with the Baroness’ in the lead. Bludd and Destro flanked her while the other two brought up the rear. “Major Bludd!” she called over her radio. “Order your men to engage the stolen Rattler! Shoot her down! COBRAAA!” “COBRAAA!” The Baroness didn’t notice that only three voices returned the cry. The squadron moved in on Emma’s damaged Rattler. But just they were about to be on top of her, Destro’s Rattler thrust reversed behind them. “Destro!” Bludd cried. “What the blazes are you trying to do?!” “Delivering a message from some friends of yours,” ‘Destro’ said, in a distinctly British accent. “Message reads as follows.” The Cobras could only gawk as they heard the sound of John Steed clearing his throat before shouting at the top of his voice. “YOOOOOOO JOE!” Steed’s Rattler opened fire on the others, taking out Bludd’s and one of the others in short order. The other pilot managed to evade the first strike only for Steed’s Rattler to streak past him and deliver a burst of fire that sent the Rattler bursting into flames. The Baroness’ eyes burned with rage at the sight of her squadron’s jets crashing into the ocean, followed by her parachuting pilots. “I’m surrounded by spies and idiots!” she howled. Her ravings were interrupted by a final rocket from Steed, sending her Rattler spinning into the water after her men. Emma picked up her radio. “You certainly take your time, Steed,” she said smiling. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Peel. It just takes forever to get one’s suit ready. Are you still able to stay airborne?” Emma gave a quick glance at her console. “As long as you don’t expect me to fly the Atlantic and no one starts shooting at me again.” “Good. Proceed to the Joe base as planned. Good work, Mrs. Peel.” Emma leaned back in her seat. “And thank you, Steed.” The Baroness’ head broke the surface of the water and glared furiously up at the two Rattlers disappearing over the horizon. She shook her fist as she clung to the wreck of her Rattler. “Come back here! You can’t do this to me!” She pulled the trigger of her pistol only for it to spark and water to shoot out of it. The radio in the Rattler crackled to life, and Buzzer’s voice could be heard. “Cobra base calling the Baroness! We just saw that you splashed down! Do you er… require assistance?” The Baroness could only give an incoherent scream and throw her pistol at the radio. Several hours later, Emma Peel sat in her assigned quarters at the G.I. Joe base, looking over her notes for an upcoming lecture on astrophysics. She looked up at the sound of a knock on the door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Steed, still in his Destro suit and helmet, and carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses. Emma folded her arms in front of her as she raised an eyebrow at her partner. “You do realize you can take that off now?” Steed set the champagne and glasses on the table, then carefully loosened the helmet off his head. “I don’t know. I’m beginning to develop a taste for it. What could be better than to be a knight in shining armor?” Emma popped off the cork of the champagne and poured a glass. “More like a man sized toaster.” “Well, we can’t all look good in disguise as you, Mrs. Peel,” said Steed holding out an expecting hand. “All too true,” said Emma. She returned to her seat with the glass and took a sip of her champagne. Steed looked from the bottle to Emma in disappointment. “None for me?” “In that outfit?” Emma said. “We wouldn’t want you to rust.” Steed chuckled as Emma grinned back at him over the lip of her glass. “Steed, darling.” -
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