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  1. Shit. Sorry I missed out on this match Mercenary, big fan of the animated Star Series and am just getting into the Bad Batch.
  2. Soup Nazi wins. He’ll criticize and tear down Beverly meals so bad she’ll leave the contest in tears.
  3. WARNING PLEASE READ: Okay so this is a very detailed setup in which one of the combatants is in fact a Nazi, so there will definitely be some words and themes that were unquestionable offensive and hurtful. Honestly I was very uncomfortable with some of the dialogue I wrote, so if this setup is what gets me banned from CBUB then I sincerely apologize to anyone who was offended. Obviously I reject any and all forms of hate and bigotry that characters like Stormfront stand for. Sorry again. ************************************ Something isn’t right. She knew that much, the only question is what? She was a hero. Samantha knew that much to be true. The much celebrated Atom Eve, an icon and symbol of strength for her nation. She had long been one of Vought’s personal favorite heroes, in fact after her key role in yesterday’s mission she wouldn’t be surprised if she was in line to join the creme de la creme itself, the Seven! And yet, she kept having these weird visions lately. Like memories from a long time ago, and yet they can’t be. It just wouldn’t make any sense for them to be real, she knew that. Right? Don’t let them control..! What your seeing… not real! You can’t let them.. please Eve… you have to be stronger!!! “Eve? You alright kid?” “Y-y-yeah, o-of course! Sorry Homelander, I’ve just been having some headaches recently. But um, their clearing up now. Really!” Atom Eve tried to look as professional as she could in the face of the single greatest superhero in the world. “Don’t worry kid, I bet it must of been from those hits to the ole noggin you took from yesterday. But hey, if you hadn’t taken those hits, well we might not have nabbed that terrorist bastard now wouldn’t we?” Homelander smiled jokingly. “Oh I’m sure you guys would have caught him regardless, I mean you guys are the Seven after all! The greatest of the great!” Samantha modestly said. “Don’t sell yourself short girlie, your too big to have a d-listers mentality,” Atom Eve’s heart nearly burst out of her chest as THE Stormfront joined the conversation. “Your shining bright when others would have shrunk and broke down. Keep it up, your definitely showing us you got a Seven’s attitude and grit.” “A-a Seven’s a-attitude and-? Wait you mean it? You really think-?” “I’ll have to run it through the big wigs back at HQ of course, regulations and all that shit. But in my opinion; your already Seven’s material,” the proud kraut smiled approvingly. “Now come on, the people outside want to see that we caught that black bastard.” As the three heroes walked onto the stage, the thousands gathered around cheered and roared in approval at the sight of them. Flags were draped all around the stage, not the traditional red, white, and blue, but something that made Atom Eve unconsciously wince despite herself: the black and red swastika! “Oh yes! I love all you guys too! Glad to be here guys, are you all happy to be here?” Homelander asked the crowd. “Heil Homelander! And heil the third reich of Amerika!” That chant and the way the crowd extended their hands in the air made Atom Eve skin crawl so painfully. But why, shouldn’t this be normal to her? “Of course your happy to be here! Because today is a proud day for our beloved Amerika folks! Because thanks to your favorite super hero team, and of course some special help from our girl Evie, we managed to catch the single worst terrorist and traitor of our lifetime folks! Please give a warm Amerikan welcome to the son of a bitch Black Sampson!” Homelander sang out. Boos and jeers were called out as the chained up terrorist known as Black Sampson was dragged onto stage. Several food and wrappings were thrown at the restrained man, and once again Atom Eve felt a sickness in her stomach at the language some members of the crowd were using to refer to Sampson. “Homelanders right folks, this is a great day for our beloved nation, but let’s not forget that while this piece of shit and his people are our natural enemy their not the only threats to our national integrity: wetbacks stealing our jobs, camel jockeys bringing their foreign religion, the satanic Jews manipulating everything behind the scene! Come on which of you pussies are willing to stand up and say you won’t let those impure races poison our beloved country?” Stormfront called out to her rapid audience. “I will! Me too Stormfront! They will not replace us! THEY WILL NOT REPLACE US! THEY WILL NOT REPLACE US!” It’s not suppose… Our country Eve… Remember what our country’s suppose to be! Please Eve, remember! It’s those visions again. Except now she’s remembering a face that goes with the voice. And a name. Mark? But Mark who? She didn’t know any Mark! “Come on Eve, fight it! You know this isn’t how things are meant to be. I can tell your seeing the same visions too,” the traitorous Black Sampson whispered to the confused heroine. “I-I don’t know what your talking about,” Atom Eve grabbed her throbbing head. “They’re memoirs kid. You gotta remember where you came from. Remember!” Sampson urged her. “B-but I… I can’t… I-I don’t-“ Atom Eve flew off at high speed, ignoring Homelander and Stormfronts attempts to call out to her. Landing down town, Samantha clutched her head as the visions, no memoirs, all started playing across her very eyes at once: Eve! Mark? What’s happening? What’s going on? Time is happening! I think it’s some kinda Back to the Future or Doctor Who shit! We don’t have much time! Just whatever happens remember that it isn’t real! That we have to remember the real timeline! “I… I remember now. Someone messed with our timeline. This isn’t-“ Looking at the mirror Samantha was shocked at what she saw: blonde hair, blue eyes, her standard outfit replaced by a black and white getup with something called RAHOWA on the center of it. “Oh fuck that!” A wave of her arms and her red hair, green eyes, and pink costume was back on her person. “Hang on Sampson, I’m coming for ya,” ************************************ “Ms. Atom Eve? Sorry ma’am but we’re under orders to- Aaaaaaah!” “Eve? Do you, remember?” Black Sampson asked cautiously. “I’m so sorry Sampson! I can’t believe I- dammit tell me there’s a way to undo all of this!” Eve quickly freed her fellow hero. “Right before that bastard Homelander smashed Rudy, he said that he stashed the schematics to the time machine under his old house,” Sampson explained. “Oh really? And where would that be exactly?” Stormfront had suddenly appeared on the scene. “Shit! Sampson go! I’ll handle her!” Atom Eve put herself between her friend and the approaching super Nazi. “Oh Evie, Evie, you could’ve been such a great Seven member if you could just get with the program,” Stormfront shook her head in disappointment. “I will never be apart of anything of yours you psychotic bitch! Not with your fascist, racist shit! Not with you wrecking my timeline!” Atom Eve practically snarled at the hate speech peddler. “Sure kid. Keep using big terms like ‘wrecked’ to describe what I did. How would you sleep at night knowing how little I actually needed to change to put this country back on the right track,” Stormfront smirked as she gathered electricity in her palm. “It doesn’t matter, we beat back your hate and evil before and I swear we’ll do it again!” Atom Eve readied her own energy blasts for combat. ************************************ Atom Eve vs Stormfront. Which superpowered woman takes this?
  4. Going with Ibuki, I think her speed and tricky attacks will overwhelm Mina, she’ll take this match more times then not.
  5. Going real old school with the Arabian Knights Broadway, I respect that. Like DSKillz said though, I think this rendition of the Jokerz are a bit too powerful here, not only have they taken on the likes of Bats, Wondy and GL, but they’ve apparently killed almost the entire rest of the Justice League of their time, that’s no small feat. As always great setup and I love how how you always give the lesser known characters their time to shine. Keep it up Broadway.
  6. Damn this is such a close match, I just don’t know who to pick! Need some time to think!
  7. Just from watching the clips of these two guys, I’m liking Omar for this fight. Not only for his sharpshooting skills but just the general fear and terror that the extras on the show exhibit when he shows up. “IT’S OMAR! IT’S OMAR! OMAR IS COMING!” Damn.
  8. I think the Dora Milaje win this, basing this on the fact they’re order has been around much longer gives them much greater battle experience and skill, plus the fact that Wakanda is one of the richest nations in the world means their training and overall health will be much greater then the Hand or the Foot. Let’s go ladies!
  9. I used to live my life quarter mile at a time. But things change, I’m a father now. I’ve got a son, who I almost lost not long ago. And I got a wife who I thought I lost long, long ago. I’ve always said family is the most important thing in my life, so I have to protect them, no matter what happens, no matter who might threaten them, I will always do what I gotta do to protect my family. “Well I don’t see any immediate problem, might have to take a closer look to find what’s wrong with it,” Dom looked over the Toyota Tacoma truck, trying to find the issue with it. “It’s nothing serious right? How long will it take to fix it?” The worried man asked. “Going to have to find the problem before I can answer either question. Why don’t you have a seat and let me work my magic here,” Dom gestured to the seat by the wall. “So your a mechanic right? The folks back in town wouldn’t tell me much about you except that you know a thing or two about cars,” the man had taken a seat now but still looked a little anxious. “Relax friend, your in good hands. I’ll have your baby up and running in no time,” Dom replied as he popped the hood and looked into the engine. “That’s an ambiguous answer. Should I be worried about trusting my vehicle to someone so vague about their profession?” The man asked. “Would it ease your nerves if I told you I’ve been tuning cars since I was a boy?” Dom again tried to reassure the stranger. “A little bit. But I think we both know your no mere mechanic Dominic Toretto,” The mystery man’s worried tone suddenly faded away. “Then you should know this isn’t the first time someone’s tried this talk with me,” Dom slammed the hood closed and drew his gun on him. “And I’m still pissed about the time that hacker girl tried it.” “So you have encountered my old nemesis Cipher. Then I think your gonna love what I’m about to offer you,” the mystery man smiled despite staring down the barrel of a gun. “Then start talking. Starting with your name,” Dominic stoically told him. “You can call me Zero, like you I’ve got some bad blood with that bitch Cipher and I’ve been trying to put her out of my misery for quite some time. Figured you’d want to be apart of the fun,” the now named Zero explained. “Sorry Zero, but I’m a family man now. I don’t do that shit anymore,” Dom firmly said. “How’s 1 million dollars sound? Use it to buy your little wife and son a better house to live in,” Zero offered him. “I like the one we’re living in now, it’s got character and decency,” Dom flipped the switch on the Toyota and it quickly came to life. “Cars all fixed up, you can leave the same way you came in.” “Fine 2 million dollars? 3 million dollars?” Zero followed Dom as he made to leave the garage. “And I let you kill the cunt personally.” “Your not listening Zero, let me make this crystal clear,” Dom abruptly turned and fronted on the smaller man, glaring menacingly down at him. “I’m done with that life, now and for good.” “Don’t be naive Toretto, you of all people should know that you never really leave the game. The rules and motives might change, but men like you always get your reasons to play again.” Zero showed no signs of backing down. The sound of gunshots and a scream from his house made Dom look over towards his house in alarm. “Don’t make this harder then it needs to be ‘family man’ we both know deep down you missed this,” Zero smiled unnervingly. “Should of listened Zero.” Dom fired two shots into Zero’s chest and ran for his house. Bursting through the door, Dom found his wife Letty on the ground, hand covering a gunshot would on her stomach. “What happened?” Dom asked hurriedly, grabbing a first aid kit from his kitchen. “Five of them rushed me! They took Brian Dom!” Freezing at Letty’s words, Toretto looked out the window just in time to see some armed men helping the somehow alive Zero into his car, his little Brian with them. “Go after them! I’m fine! Go!” Dom rushed outside just as Zero’s goons drove off, Dom quickly ran for his own car and took off in pursuit. Just as Dom was gaining on them, a jet came out of nowhere with some kind of magnet on the underside of it. To Toretto’s horror the jet’s magnet seized the car and flew into the air with no way for him to catch them. Making for the docks instead, Dom pulled out his phone and called an old friend. “Dom? What up man?” Tej’s somewhat garbled voice indicated he had previously been sleeping. “The tracker I had you put in Brian’s necklace! Bing it now!” Dom ordered. “What the fu-! Okay man, I’ll bing it now! What happened?” “No time to explain! Get the others to follow me as soon as they can! I’ll call back when I’m able too!” Hanging up the phone, the now scared and angry as hell father made a solemn vow that he would get his son back no matter what. ************************************ I don’t know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how, I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. The only piece of evidence I got is some religious hunk of junk whoever killed you left on the scene, but I know where to go for some more answers. “Dear lord man! This is a house of God!” “Just give me a goddamn name!” I wave my pistol in front of the priests face so that he gets the picture. “…Roark” “Your really pushing your luck padre feeding me garbage like that! It can’t be that big!” It actually would explain a few things if that fucking prick Roark was somehow involved in this, but I figured I try to bluff the sleazy little pastor, just in case he was trying to pull one over on me. “There’s a farm out north across Lenox, find out for yourself there. And while your at it ask yourself: is that corpse of a slut really worth dying for?” *Bang!* Worth dying for. *Bang!* Worth killing for. *Bang!* Worth going to Hell for. Amen. Looks like that fucking fake preacher drove a fucking Nissan Altima. Modern fucking cars, I bet it comes with forward collision warnings and blind spot detections. Sucks all the fun out of driving. The sound of screeching tires barreling down the street stirs me from my rant about modern cars. Raising my gun I see a punk driving toward me at a hundred miles an hour, angry gaze locked clean onto me. I don’t hesitate for a minute. *Bang! Bang!* I miss the fuckers head but I do enough damage to cause it to start spinning out, almost taking me out too but I jump out of the way in time. Brushing myself off, I go over to the wreck to see who tried to do me in. I figured if he was alive he wouldn’t be in any condition to give me any trouble, but as I opened the car a sucker punch to the face told me I was dealing with one tough customer. “WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS BRIAN?” Shacking my head from the punch, I studied the man emerging from the wrecked car: he was almost as tall as me, bald, tanned skin that looked latino but not quite all the way, one of his folks was probably white. He had a gruff, hardened nature to him, and he was looking at me like he wanted to rip my head off. “Hmmm, Brian huh? Sorry padre doesn’t ring a belle.” That was apparently the wrong thing to say as the guy roared in anger and rushed me, fists swinging. He doesn’t strike me as one of Roarks men, heck for all I know he could be just like me: a confused, pissed off meat head on a warpath against forces he can’t hope to fight on his own but is stupid enough to try anyways. But I got a mission of my own, so I’m getting past this deranged moron, one way or another. ************************************ Dominic Toretto vs Marv from Sin City! Fast and Furious 9 is only a few days away so I wrote this match in anticipation to it. Which bane of the laws of physics takes this match?
  10. Good job all around guys (especially DSKillz) awesome season all around!
  11. Well I think the idea is that each character is supposed to take on each individually. I would think Chimp calling on another hero (especially one already on another CBUB team) would kinda be cheating.
  12. If Strange had prep time he might’ve found a way to at least trick her into leaving the fight. But in a random meeting, Mistress Death will snatch the life right outta Stephen.
  13. Going with Sora, he should breeze through the Cuphead world tbh.
  14. Are these Orcs of any specific franchise like LotR or Warcraft, or are they just generic Orcs? My opinion could change based on what kind of Orcs these are.
  15. Might actually vote for Ozy. Outsmarting and killing a nigh-Omnipotent and Omniscience being is a pretty damn impressive feat. Sure Constantine has outfoxed plenty top tier guys, but none of them quite like Dr. M.
  16. After putting some thought into it, I’m pulling for Goldar, Shego, and Kuma, due to them being the more competent fighters and probably having better teamwork. Also I would welcome links to previous SKWD matches Confession, I don’t think I’m familiar with them.
  17. Going with Kasumi here, she’s battled final bosses that were just as powerful as Kazumi and come out on top. Plus she’s just much faster and has more variety in her attacks, so I think she’ll be hitting Kazumi more times then Kazumi will be hitting her.
  18. Awesome read Broadway, your really on a roll here with your matchups. Going with Tasha, her federation training and tactics will certainly prevail against the undisciplined and cowardly flunkies that Capone has hired.
  19. Very interesting read dude, I’ll need some time to really think about who wins this. Glad you took the time to write a very great setup, I’m very impressed.
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