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  1. Sorry Scott but Tracer’s got your number here. He can’t even count on flirting his way out of this one, cause he ain’t Lena’s type.
  2. I’m voting based on the mindset and condition of the fighters going into this fight. Li Long doesn’t seem to have done much fighting recently, nor does he seem interested in returning to that life. Yang on the other hand is in his prime and is fighting to find his brother’s killer, so I think Yang has this one.
  3. Here’s an interesting trivia I looked up from the Beetlejuice cartoon: apparently Beetlejuice can get around being banished back to the monster realm by having a monster there also say his name three times to banish him back to the human world.
  4. The thing to remember is that they are in a goblin filled tunnel. Even if the Meister puts Winston under his control, the odds of Miester eventually getting blindsided by a goblin are pretty high, Winston might win by virtue of being strong enough to survive the goblin attacks and climbing out of the mines once the Miester bites it.
  5. Considering that Ripley survived four movies worth of acid spraying Xenomorphs, even a platoon of Colonial Marines couldn’t have lived through what she did, I’d say she takes this. Heck, even jumping into straight up molten lava couldn’t keep this women dead for long! What hope do the Graboids have?
  6. Talk about a blast from the past! Time Force was actually the first power rangers series I ever consistently watched, so I must admit I am very well versed with it’s lore. In this case, Ransik easily takes this fight; not only did he almost kill the original Time Force Red Ranger in literally the first episode of the series, not only did he straight up fodderize the other Rangers during the finale, but the scenario seems to indicate he did his homework on the OG Angel Grove Rangers, so he’s already walking into this knowing all Tommy’s tricks. Sorry Tommy, but I predict your going to have the same luck Alex did in episode one.
  7. This is a most interesting scenario as it leads to two different thought processes about what “victory” is defined as in the post apocalypse. As a civilian, Michonne’s mindset would be that “victory” is defined as surviving as long as possible, keeping herself and possible family members just ahead of certain death as the best case she could hope for. Dutch on the other hand is a soldier, his mindset going in is to destroying the enemy through whatever means possible, even throwing himself at them when the wiser choice would be to run and hide. Guess it all depends on what you think is the best method of defeating an unknown enemy: playing it safe and fleeing from them, or risking your life trying to figure out how to ultimately defeat them.
  8. I really feel bad for whoever picked the Sarlacc for a fighter.
  9. I hate to be that guy, but would early 1900s prejudice play a role in this match? We know that the Irish and other racially disparate people were inhumanly left to die on the Titanic, would Vasquez’s ethnicity negatively impact her in this case? I know of one instance where an officer found a group of non-British men trying to board a lifeboat and not only forced them out at gun point but when he couldn’t find any more women and children left had the lifeboat lowered without them anyway.
  10. That is a good question. Does Frank start with any of his regular weapons or does he start unarmed like Mystique? When I first read the scenario I assumed they would only be able to use the weapons in the monastery. I feel like we need to have this question cleared up first, because whether Frank has his guns or not could really effect who wins this fight.
  11. Just submitted my entry for the tournament.
  12. Fun fact, I was originally going to pit Cú Chulainn against Maui from Moana, until I remembered that Maui was a potential Star buster (“Also I lassoed the sun! Your welcome! To stretch your days and bring you fun!”). Figured I’d go for a less lob sided matchup.
  13. “She’s a wicked old hag my lady! We shouldn’t be seeking her out!” “Quiet fool! I know very well what I’m dealing with.” “Queen Mebd, I understand we’ll need all the help we can for the coming battle, but she- she’ll turn us all to frogs if we’re not careful!” “Lugaid if you haven’t the stomach to avenge your father feel free to scurry back to your castle and hide! But I for one will not flee while we are so close to our goal!” Queen Mebd and her entourage had traveling through the swampy forest for quite some time now, and it hadn’t been a pleasant journey. The dense, inhospitable wilds was scary enough on it’s own to discourage travelers, the fact that it was home to a particularly malevolent entity made even the bravest of men too fearful too enter it. But the Queen’s was no man and the hatred she held for a certain individual drove her further into the foreboding woods, until she and her men found themselves upon a small, unassuming cottage in the middle of a swamp. “It’s still not to late to leave your grace.” Lugaid tried once more to dissuade her. “Not until I’ve gotten what I came for,” The Queen insisted. The Queen and her forces very cautiously began to approach the cottage, looking around for the one they sought, the one being that no other native of Ireland would ever wish to seek out. “Well, well, what have we here?” The Queen’s soldiers nearly jumped out of their armor at the cackling old voice. As they turned to the source of the voice they saw with their own eyes the figure their Queen had sought out: she was a grey-haired hag, short of stature, and wore very old, dirty clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in a long while. To an unassuming man, she would appear to be a regular harmless old crone, but the soldiers knew very well who she was and as the haggard old women’s sneering face approached them these brave men who had witnessed plenty battles in the past quickly cowered behind their Queen, even the soon-to-be King Lugaid couldn’t fight the urge to back up so that Queen Mebd was between him and the wicked old lady. “Now what would bring such courageous, proud Celtic soldiers so far into my forest? Surely you lot know where you are, surely you know who we are,” Seeing the armed men huddle behind their Queen made the wicked women cackle. “Ah so you lads have heard of us. Tsk, tsk, wee little lads are so easy to frighten.” “But a Queen isn’t so easily intimidated witch,” Queen Medb firmly told the older lady. “I would hope not dearie. Go on then, tell us your purpose in seeking us out, and for your sake dearie, you will refer to us by our name,” The mysterious old hag warned her. “The Morrigan, Phantom Queen of death and battle, I Queen Mebd of Connacht have sought you out because we share a common enemy, one whose death would bring us both a great deal of pleasure,” Queen Medb declared to The Morrigan. “You’ll have to be more specific dearie, their are many who would call The Morrigan their greatest foe, although we would be hard pressed to remember any of their names,” The wicked witch sneered. “I speak of the one who thrice insulted you to your face and who thrice wounded you in battle, I speak of the one known as The Hound of Ulter, I speak of Cú Chulainn!” Queen Medb finally revealed. “Ah, so then the moment has finally arrived has it? Yes, we had long known the embittered Queen Medb would make plans for the final battle with Cú Chulainn. This was one of many paths you would have undertaken, but truthfully we always found this one to be the most interesting,” The Morrigan monologued. “So you will help me then? You will find me the warrior I seek?” The Queen asked. “Not so fast dearie, we made no such promise of aid. We have foreseen many different paths that would lead to the son of Lug’s death and this particular one would be most taxing on our powers,” The Morrigan informed her. “But it is possible isn’t it? You could find someone who could kill Cú Chulainn?” “The Morrigan has traveled to many different cultures throughout the world dearie, she has seen countless warriors of great renown, but for one who could match Cú Chulainn in combat their is one in particular that comes to mind,” The witch pointed her old decrepit finger toward the small pond next to the women. Looking into the water, Queen Mebd at first found nothing remarkable about the soggy, murky green water. She would have accused the witch of wasting her time, had the water not began to shift and morph before the Queen’s very eyes. A vision had shown itself to Mebd and in it she saw a foreign land that looked hot and arid, the people of this land were brown-skinned and had deep dark eyes. It would be the figure leading the large group of foreigners that caught Mebd’s eyes the most. He was physically very pleasing to the Queen’s eyes, very tall with a godlike body that carried himself with much self confidence and strength, he wore exotic looking clothes that marked him as a very important individual to his people, a ruler perhaps? “He is called King Gilgamesh, a demigod like Cú Chulainn who hails from the faraway land of Babylon. The Morrigan has seen him accomplish many impressive feats, ones many would call epics. But to bring him here to Ireland would require us to rewrite the fates of this land to a degree never done before. So pray tell dearie, why should we go to such trouble for you?” The dark goddess asked. “For me? Forgive my ignorance The Morrigan, but I had been told you were the goddess of war and battle. That your role above all others is to incite brave warriors to battle and to see them clash and fight wars that will be told for centuries afterwards. And if this King Gilgamesh is as great a warrior as you say he is, what battle would be more glorious then one between him and Cú Chulainn? A clash between two demigods, two of the greatest warriors fate has ever produced, living paragons of combat and bloodshed, what so called goddess of death would not desire to instigate the battle to end all battles? I beseech you The Morrigan, do not do this me, do this because it is your nature to do it,” Queen Mebd implored her. “Well spoken Queen Medb, very well spoken,” The Morrigan slowly began to cackle, softly at first, then it got louder and louder until it began to echo across the swamp with an otherworldly tone to it. The Queen and her forces watched in horror and fascination as the Morrigan raised her hands and an ethereal glow came from her palms, glowing brighter and brighter as the Phantom Queen spoke aloud: “I call upon all the forces of the known world, twist and shift the fate of these two men, bring about a battle that will be told until the end of time itself!” ************************************ “Come on lads! Ulaid will not fall today! Hold this line!” At the call of Cú Chulainn the warriors of Ulster locked their legs and held their ground. The unknown enemy was on them in half a second, trying to break them down and crush them into submission. The Celtic soldiers endured the assault for as long as they could, until a cavalry force under Conall Cernach swept through the enemy troops and forced them to withdraw. The Celtic warriors used the lull between the battle to regroup and discuss their next plan. “I recognized the banners of Medb Feidlech and Lugaid Mac Con Roí, but those soldiers just now, I had never seen their kind before,” Conall Cernach explained to his Celtic brothers. “What are we going to do with them? We got no way of knowing how many of them their are or if more of them will be coming,” Lóegaire Búadach asked. “You lads gotta hold this position, if we lose this crossroads, they’ll be able to march on Cooley within the fortnight. I’ll take care of this mysterious enemy force myself,” vowed Cú Chulainn. The Ulstermen cheered as they watched the Hound of Ulster mount his horse and pursued the enemy. As the great Celtic hero came upon the foreign forces camp he leapt from his horse and entered into his ríastrad state: turning into a large, monstrous shaped creature Cú Chulainn fell upon his foes, killing many dozens of men within a minute. As he prepared to pursue the ones fleeing in terror, he was blindsided by a strike that sent him flying back into a tree. Having morphed back to normal, Cú shook his head and observed the one warrior who hadn’t fleed with the others, no doubt the leader of these unknown enemy. “Now don’t get me wrong laddie, I know I’ve gone and pissed a shite load of bastards and slags over the years, but I’m pretty sure if I pissed off someone like you I would’ve remembered it,” Cú Chulainn wondered. “We have never had the pleasure of meeting, Cú Chulainn the Hound of Ulster. While I lament having to kill a man who hasn’t wronged me first, fate has sadly conspired to pit us against each other. So as we began our fight to the death, I want you to-” “What day is it again?” “Excuse me?” “I think I might’ve gotten a wee concussion from getting sacked against the bloody tree, so remind me again, it is Saturday right?” Cú Chulainn asked. “Yes,” The man confirmed. “Ah, lovely. Not that bad then. Sorry to interrupt, please go on,” Cú Chulainn waved him on. “... So before we began our fight to the death, I want you to know that King Gilgamesh, king of all heroes consider you a worthy-“ ‘Gulp, gulp, gulp’ “What are you doing?” “Sorry, throat was getting a little dry, sides a little drink ‘fore battle helps put me in the mood. Keep going now lad,” Cú Chulainn urged him to continue as he took another swing of his flask. “That I King of all heroes consider you a worthy and honorable opponent! And that the tales of our battle will be told throughout all-” ‘Belches!’ “What in the- what is wrong with you!” King Gilgamesh demanded. “Well that’s usually a sign that the tank is full King Gill sir. Now since it sounds like you still got half a speech left, I might need to have a quick piss before we go at it,” Cú Chulainn explained. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” The King of Heroes sighed. “I’m serious laddie. Unless you want me pissing on you during our epic battle to the death you might want to look away. Unless you fancy watching another man piss,” Cú Chulainn said as he unzipped his trousers. “Why did I expect anything more from a young idiot,” King Gilgamesh rubbed the bridge between his eyes. “Who you calling an idiot? Least I’m not attacking a man I barely know because ‘fate’ told me so,” The Hound of Ulster replied. “You have no idea what is at stake here. No idea what I was promised in exchange for killing you,” Gilgamesh voice was laced of anger. “Let me guess: a nice lofty castle with a great view? A lifetime of meat and beer to grow old and fat with? Or maybe a lovely new wife with nice tits?” Cú mocked as he pulled his trousers back up. “Something far more precious then that, something I have been searching for years to obtain. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, your still too young and dumb to think about how much time you got left in this world,” The King readied his spear and shield. “Gilly, when your told on your seventh birthday that your destined to die young and violently, all you can think about is how much time you got left. Just because I’ve chosen not to act like a moody, angsty little shite about it doesn’t mean I don’t think about it daily, or wonder how painful it’ll be when it happens,” Seeing Gilgamesh readying himself, Cú Chulainn prepared his own spear to fight. “It just means I’ve learned to live in the moment, to enjoy life while I got it and not waste it worrying me-self to death about, well, death.” “I wish I could have that mindset, but we’re long past that point. Ready yourself Hound of Ulster,” King Gilgamesh warned him. ************************************ When two legendary demigods of different cultures fight who will win? Hope you guys enjoy my entry for the March 2021 Flash Fiction Tournament.
  14. Keep it up JohnnyChany! Never played Samurai Shodown before, will need to look it up before I vote.
  15. Admittedly I never watched the OG Power Rangers as a youth but I sincerely doubt that Jason is in She-Hulk’s ballpark. Need I remind people of how she once destroyed the Lincoln Head of Mount Rushmore by landing on it? Or the time she chunked a nuclear warhead from Las Vegas to central Arizona? Or how she regularly brawls with the likes of Red-Hulk, Abomination, even Thanos once?
  16. Yep. Trust me, gameplay wise I wouldn’t think Adon was that tough either. I’m still unsure about my vote though; I still think Bruce gameplay style is better in a fight (though that might be a personal preference) and Adon’s overconfidence has gotten him KOed before. Need more time to think on this.
  17. Come on JohnnyChany this is a Comic Book Universe fight club. I expected better from you.😂 Also just a reminder to all, Constantine doesn’t necessarily have to beat Blaze, holding him off long enough for Dr. Fate and Wong to arrive would also count as a win.
  18. An amazingly well written battle Boratz. This right here is why your one of my favorite guys on this site. Perfect 5 out 5 score. To figure out who wins this mythological matchup we’ll have to really examine what makes these horror legends tick. The main advantage the Headless Horseman has going into this is that he has no notable weaknesses. He is an undead entity who by all accounts shouldn’t exist yet does. Their is not much anybody could really do to stop him as not even death itself could stop him from rising again. On the other hand the Leprechaun, while a very powerful being, is still just a mortal creature of flesh and blood. He might be hard to kill, but he has been killed several times in several different ways throughout his film series. So what happens when you pit an entity that literally can’t be killed verses a being that is just very hard to kill? It might be a long, drawn out fight, but death will eventually claim the one who can actually die. Beware, beware, the Headless Horseman!
  19. Tyranids vs the Mass Effect Universe “This is amazing! Actual working Prothean technology. Unbelievable!” “It wasn’t doing anything like that when they dug it up.” VROOOOOM!!! “Shepard!” “No don’t touch! It’s too dangerous!” Flashes of images! Visions of an anthropoid race with four eyes trying and failing to fight off some insectoid looking monsters! So many! Too many! Sharp teeth and claws tearing into flesh! The horrific screams the four eyed race are making! They’re trying to flee but they can’t! So many worlds have already been lost! There’s nowhere left to- it’s already too late! Their going to devour us all! Tyranids! The Great Devourers! Tyranids! The name of our end! Tyranids! If you found this message know that they will return! They are always hungry and they-!!! ************************************ “Doctor? Doctor Chakwas? The Commander is waking up.” Shepard woke up in the Normandy’s med bay. The Commander’s head still felt like it was throbbing, but otherwise the N7 marine felt physically fine. “Shepard, did you have any unusual visions while you out?” Captain Anderson asked. “I saw- I’m not sure what I saw. A warning I think. Their was this ancient race, I think it was the Protheans, being butchered by these monsters,” Commander Shepard answered. “Then I fear our problems might just be beginning Commander,” Anderson grimly said. The med bay door opened and a familiar turian Spectre entered the room. “Did the Commander have the vision as well?” Saren Arterius asked. “I’m afraid so Saren,” Seeing Shepard’s confusion, Anderson quickly explained. “Saren arrived shortly after you did, got grabbed by the beacon as well.” “Commander Shepard the reason I requested to join your mission to Eden Prime was because during my last mission to the Pangaea Expanse I discovered something that scared me more then anything else I ever encountered; an artifact similar to the beacon that suggested that rather then dying out naturally the Protheans were hunted to extinction by an ancient, extragalactic race,” Saren told the Commander. “The Tyranids. That’s what the Protheans called them, they also said that they would one day return to the galaxy,” Shepard said. “And we must be ready for them when they do, otherwise we’ll suffer the same fate as the Protheans,” Saren bluntly explained. “The last thing I saw during the vision was the outline of a planet. It looked like Eden Prime and it described something similar to an underground bunker,” Shepard brought up. ************************************ “You cannot be serious!” The indignant voice of the salarian councilor rang out. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t serious councilor! The Tyranids are real! And if we’re going to have a chance against them, every species in the Milky Way is going to have join together!” Commander Shepard spoke from the Petitioner’s Stage. “Commander Shepard I understand that your kind are newcomers to this galactic stage, but surely you must realize that your demands for an galaxy wide defense force are politically nonsensical and frankly insane,” the asari councilor said. “Let me make this perfectly clear human, the Citadel Council exists to preserve law, justice, and order throughout the known galaxy. We do not exist to indulge the asinine conspiracy theories of an unremarkable human soldier,” the turian councilor sneered. “You would dismiss and insult my reports as an ‘asinine conspiracy theory’ Sparatus?” Saren firmly asked. “S-S-Saren. I-I meant no disrespect, truly I would never-” the turian councilor tried to backpedal. “For 24 years I have faithfully served this Council, I’ve protected those it deems innocent, disposed of those it deems threats, and have done everything in my power to defend it’s galactic stability no matter the cost. I am the greatest Spectre you’ve ever had and right now I am telling you that what Commander Shepard says is true: our galaxy is about to face a mass extinction level threat and the only way to survive is for every race to unite as one galactic force!” Saren’s thundering voice echoed throughout the Council Chambers. “You have been the most reliable agent to the Council Saren, by that right alone we will do everything in our power to support your plans to protect Council Space. But you must understand that in order to convince our own independent governments and the other non-citadel races to take part in this you’ll need more evidence then just what you saw in a vision,” the asari councilor insisted. “If more proof is what they want then they’ll have it. Javik?” Shepard suddenly called out. Loud whispers and murmurs sounded out throughout the tower as a blue-gray figure in red armor suddenly marched up to the podium. The skeptical whispers and murmurs quickly turned to astonished gasps and exclamations as they took in the figures unique shaped head and two pairs of eyes. “Wh-what is that? What kind of trick is this?” The salarian councilor asked in disbelief. “Silence lizard! You will refer to me as Javik, Avatar of Vengeance to the Prothean Empire. 50,000 years ago my people payed the ultimate price trying to protect you primitive species from the Tyranids. We lost our empire, our way of life and our future in order to keep the Tyranids from finding your home worlds and annihilating all organic life from the galaxy. We sacrificed almost everything for the sake of this cycle, with the belief that you would succeed where we would fail! That when the Tyranids returned from the empty void of dark space, and return they shall, that you all would lead the final fight against our last and greatest enemy! My remaining warriors are ready to fight for our survival, what say all of you?” Applause and cheers erupted from the Council Chambers, making it know that Javik’s speech has won many hearts and minds. The three Councilors looked around at the enraptured crowd, then silently meet each other’s looks, before finally addressing Commander and his allies. “Very well then, how shall we begin?” The turian councilor asked. ************************************ Two years latter: “I gotta say Shepard, you always take me to the best places,” “Well I did warn you that Spectres tend to see things more exotic then the Zakera Ward Vakarian.” Garrus and Shepard shared a chuckle as the Kodiak takes them down to Utukku’s surface. “Yeah but at the time I didn’t know how much of an understatement that was: protecting the genophage cure on Virmire, making peace between the Quarians and Geth, helping the last Protheans find a new home world, and my personal favorite, overthrowing the Batarian Hegemony to install a friendlier government,” Garrus reminisced. “I had a lot of friends helping me out Garrus, like you,” Shepard smirked. “Always saying the sweetest things. But I gotta admit, taking me to a Rachni colony might be a bit too crazy even for me,” Garrus said. “I told you, their Queen isn’t interested in going to war with us. Besides Liara said their ability to communicate can extend across the galaxy. It might be able to work as an early warning system for when the ‘you know what’ finally return.” The Commander explained. “Whatever you decide Shepard. Doesn’t mean I’ll ever be comfortable visiting a world of giant bugs,” Garrus sighed as they finally touched down the planet. “Shepard! Garrus! I’m glad you both made it!” Liara T’Soni certainly stuck out like a blue thump on a planet of Rachni. “Good to see you too Liara. You mentioned something you needed the Council to know?” Shepard greeted the Asari. “That’s correct Shepard. The Rachni have been helping me with a very important project that I believe to be-” The surrounding Rachni suddenly began shrieking in high pitch cries and then arched their bodies like a threatened animal. “What the heck is happening here Liara?” Garrus demanded cautiously. “By the Goddess! Shepard I think this is it! They’ve finally returned!” Liara cried out. “Take us to the Queen! Now!” Shepard ordered. Down in the caves of the planet Liara lead Shepard and Garrus to. Their was the Queen of the Rachni, shrieking and convulsing much like her children were. “Please compose yourself your highness! Allow me to be your voice! Speak your warnings through me!” Liara gave the Queen permission. The Rachni locked eyes with the asari, who took a sudden step back before freezing. Turning back to Shepard and Garrus, Liara’s voice was clearly not her own: “We sense the wicked ones approaching! Their cruel and terrible songs and scent contaminate the galaxy like they did during the last cycle!” “Settle down, we need to know where their attacking from. Can you sense where they are now?” Shepard tried to keep a level head. “We... we see them on a jungle planet on the eastern fringes of the Traverse. We see them slaughtering the small amounts of animals their, the non native plant life and ruined human base will not protect them!” Liara/Rachni Queen described. “That’s Pragia! Commander their in the Nubian Expanse!” Garrus exclaimed. “Get word out to Javik! The Prothean forces are the closest forces in the area! Tell him Saren’s forces will meet them at-“ Shepard began. “Wait! We can also see them... see them moving into the home system of the Batarians! Already their forces are clashing!” Liara/Rachni Queen further reported. “Their at Kite’s Nest too!? Dammit! Garrus I’ll get word out to Hackett’s Fifth Fleet! Just focus on-” “There’s... more..” Liara/Rachni Queen tried to further say. “More? Your telling me there’s three waves of Tyranids attacking at once?” Shepard’s voice nearly faltered at the thought. “Please, tell me where. We’ll find a way to stop them.” “I see them... Amassing outside the edges of the Outer Council Space... Their now moving... to the a planet of the large, four legged race... They do not see them yet, but they soon will,” She/they finally concluded. “The Silean Nebula! Shepard, the Elcor won’t stand a chance against them!” Fear was evident in Garrus voice. “Get to the shuttle now! We’ll call the Council on the way!” Shepard ordered, dragging the limp Liara with him. ************************************ Instead of the Reapers it’s the Tyranids of Warhammer 40k invading the Mass Effect Universe. Three Hive Fleets of Tyranids will be invading the Milky Way galaxy simultaneously: Hive Fleet Kraken will start their attack at the Nubian Expanse, Hive Fleet Leviathan will start attacking Kite’s Nest, and Hive Fleet Behemoth will start attacking the Silean Nebula. (See map below for references) Meanwhile the Milky Way races start out working together and having prepared for the invasion: System’s Alliance- Full Strength Turian Hierarchy- Full Strength Asari Republics- Full Strength Salarian Union- Full Strength Protheans under Javik- The one million Protheans that were put in stasis with Javik survived and were awaken. Krogan under Wrex- Full Strength (genophage cured) Quarians & Geth- Full Strength (at peace) Volus Protectorate- Full Strength Hanar and Drell Illuminate Primacy- Full Strength Vorcha- Full Strength Elcor Courts of Dekuuna- Full Strength, begin being attacked by the Tyranids. Batarians- Full Strength, begin being attacked by the Tyranids. Does the Milky Way survive this war?
  20. I must admit I am emotionally conflicted here. On one hand I have always found Bruce’s gameplay fighting abilities to be much better then Adon (I also personally hate the guy’s boasting and wanna see him lose). But I also cannot deny that in canon Adon has defeated the likes of Sagat and Ken before. I am so conflicted! 😡
  21. I can vouch for it. I binged watched the show earlier this year. Cobra Kai Reese is a very good fighter and I think this match is closer then most people think. I only slightly give the edge to Tommy for fighting more varied enemies.
  22. I gotta go with Gwen. She’s faster, stronger, and she has the spider sense to keep her out of danger. Also spiders eat insects, so she has the psychological advantage going in too.
  23. If we are basing this on established feats then Godzilla should win this comfortable. But given that the trailers are determined to make Kong look like the good guy, I fear the movie will heavily favor him when they fight.
  24. John Constantine vs Ghost Rider “It’s been a nonstop assault John.” “No bloody shite Wong! I told you leaving friggin’ Blaze in charge of Hell wouldn’t work!” John Constantine and Wong kept casting spell after spell, blasting away the demon horde that had come to Hotel Inferno to free their master; the formerly King of Hell, Mephisto. “We couldn’t just leave the throne of Hell vacant, and we certainly couldn’t let Mephisto return! We thought Johnny would be able keep the realm under control until we could find another solution!” “Oh yeah? You saw a man get his fucking arm chopped off and your solution was to put a buggering Hello Kitty bandaid on it?” Finally finishing off the last of the last of the demons, John turned to face Wong. “He’s one fucking man Wong! Did you and your lot really think he would understand the full power and duty he now wielded? Or how corrupted he could become staying down there for so long?” “We thought if anyone would be able to handle it, it would be Johnny Blaze! But if what your saying is true and he is on his way here, maybe their is still a chance to talk him down. If we can just make him see reason-“ “He stripped the Spirit of Vengeance from Danny Ketch and then dropped the poor sod off the Brooklyn Bridge. He’s not coming here to talk Wong, he’s coming to get Mephisto, with or without our consent,” Constantine bluntly explained. “Then I must call Doctor Strange. Mephisto cannot be allowed to leave,” Wong quickly left to his main office. “It might be too late for that Wong, a contact from the other side told me something might have already happened to Strange,” Constantine sadly said. “What? What do you mean? What happened to Stephen?” Wong demanded. “Their’s no time to explain! Right now you need to get to the Tower of Fate and get our other master of magic here as fast as possible! He’s our best bet to finding a solution to this shite of problem,” John Constantine insisted. “But Mephisto!” Wong tried to argue. “I’ll guard the wanking bastard! If I can’t stop Blaze then I’ll be a bloody pain in his arse until you and Fate arrive! Now go!” Wong reluctantly nodded and disappeared through a mystic portal. John Constantine was seemingly left alone. “I never took you for the hero type Constantine” “Don’t need to be a sodding Boy Scout to know letting you out is bloody mad,” John murmured, summoning several magical artifacts he kept on hand for this occasion. “Come now Constantine, you’ve never been shy about making deals with devils before. You know their is much I can offer you” “Considered it for a minute or two, but then I remembered that your a lying sack of piss with a case of chronic backstabbing disorder. Sides, I got more reliable deals then you or Ghost Rider.” “So you are working with one of my rivals, one who’s promised to get back your pieces of souls right? Tell me mortal, do you truly believe they’ll be any more worthy of trust then I?” “Trust is for children Mephisto. The only thing I care about is leverage and how well I can use it to my advantage,” Constantine monologued, casting several trap spells as he did. ************************************ “Wong! I need to get Mephisto before the next horde arrives! Wong!” Johnny Blaze, the current King of Hell, stepped off his hellcycle and started approaching the entrance of the Inferno Hotel. Another figure stepped out the hotel to stop Blaze short of the door. “‘Allo Blaze, long time no see,” John Constantine lit himself a cigarette and took a short drag on the bud. “What are you doing here? Where is Wong?” Johnny Blaze narrowed his eyes at the British occultist. “The ole boy had to step out for a bit, I’ll be running this fine establishment for the day, and I gotta warn ya mate; I am one uptight manager,” Constantine puffed out some smoke. “You won’t stop me from getting to Mephisto,” Blaze growled out. “Mate can you really not see how utterly mental your acting right now?” The cheeky Brit asked. “It doesn’t matter. I’m the King of Hell, it’s my job to keep the demons and devils in check and away from Earth and that’s what I plan on doing! And I’ll do it without taking your weasel deal Constantine!” Johnny Blaze’s skull burst into flames as he transformed. “This is why your a shite ruler of the fiery pits Blaze. Your a narrow minded cunt, who couldn’t see the big picture even if your eyes were stapled open,” Constantine took one last drag of the cigar before flicking it away. “And your a lying, manipulative sack of shit! And I’m done listening to your fucking mouth!” The blazing biker blew hellfire on Constantine! “Come off it mate, did you really think it’d be that easy?” Constantine’s incorporeal body flickered as he waved his finger at Blaze. “I’ve taken on bastards with bigger bollocks then yours before.” “I’ll burn your soul Constantine!” Johnny Blaze roared in anger as he stormed into the hotel. ************************************ The cheeky British Hellblazer from DC vs the original Spirit of Vengeance of Marvel Who is the better anti-hero?
  25. So then we are counting the Super Mario World feat where the guy picked up a T-Rex like dinosaur and hurled it out of orbit? Because word of god says that the show is in the same continuity as the Super Mario World video game.
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