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Jane Smith: 4
General Francis X. Hummel: 1

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Sirius Black: 8
Dolores Umbridge: 0

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Jane Smith: 2
Sands: 1

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Man-Thing: 5
The Creature (Gill-man): 1

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Jane Smith: 2
Aaron Cross: 0

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Jenny Flint (Doctor Who): 1
Spring Heeled Jack: 2

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SilverHawks: 1
Master Hand: 0

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Ambush Bug: 0
Cecil Turtle: 2

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer: 2
Xena: 3

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The Loonatics: 2
Evil Warriors: 3

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Ben 10: 4
Tohru: 2

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Scarecrow: 3
Scarecrow (DC Comics): 1

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Phoenix Wright: 1
Godzilla: 3

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Nancy Drew: 4
Ghostface: 3

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Michelangelo (Mirage): 5
King Of Dinosaurs: 3

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Werewolf by Night: 4
Kurt Barlow: 0

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Conal Cochran : 1
The Tall Man: 3

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Werewolf by Night: 4
Nosferatu (Graf Orlok): 0

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Hank Voight: 4
Brenda Bates: 0

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  1. They sure came with force didn't they?
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  2. Thanks @IKA for cleaning up the airline bots.
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  3. To @IKA and @Yukimuraster90, I have made a New Battle Image for the Horde Troopers. What I did is Print Scrn the old Battle Image. Try to use the New One to resubmit the Horde Troopers.
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  4. Nah. This is exactly how the fight should go: Hippity Hoppity and Faker share a look, then HH kicks Umbridge onto Faker's waiting sword impaling Umbridge. Their goal completed the truce is ended. Because F%^& Umbridge.
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  5. Nice. Classic wrestlers! I say team 1. Brock was a beast before they started messing up his story lines. And who can stand up to the Stone Cold Stunner? And... Hulk Hogan. Hulking out! Please.
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  6. Sorry everyone, been a very busy week, I will be posting the ratings tomorrow! In the mean time I just want to also tease I do have something special in the works for everyone Starting this month we will be doing a Writer's tournament - more details on that will also be posted tomorrow!
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  7. Good match. I give the setup a 5.0. I find the Marvel crossover very funny. 😆
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  8. Another good set-up, broadway. If I'm not mistaken, the family holding April and Charley hostage are from one of those Jordan Peele films, right? As for the match, I've never seen Biker Mice from Mars, either, but Charley seems to be something of a biker chick and I've heard that she can occasionally hold her own in a fight. I've never seen that from '87 April. I'd say Charley wins, but it might be a ... fun fight to watch. 😉
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  9. Eh, what the hell? I'll give this to GA and Speedy, too, though the others have a very good shot at taking them out first.
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  10. Fire and Ice would probably show the best teamwork since they're like each other's BFF's, but I don't think anyone here can stand up to Team 1's Metamorpho.
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  11. I actually had to look up Nemesis since he was barely even in JLU and had no speaking role or any action scenes that I remember. Thomas Tresser (New Earth) | DC Database | Fandom His disguising abilities sound a lot like Question's (which probably isn't coincidental in this match-up), but other than that, he doesn't really seem to stand out. Crimson Avenger did get a speaking role, but he didn't really get to show his skill since he was up against The General. Huntress is good, but DCAU's Question wasn't much of a fighter. I'd give this to Canary and Wildcat for being the best fighters and with the most experience together overall (as Wildcat trained Canary once upon a time).
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  12. (Finally) THE BOTTOM LINE Jenny bounded across rooftops after the figure in the long coat and top hat, a black scarf covering his face. The ‘seven league boots’ had been working perfectly. They had a more complicated scientific name she had been told by the man who gave them to her and Vastra in gratitude for helping him out of nasty situation. She sometimes wondered where that Captain Jack went. She had wanted to meet him again. To discuss more about future technology, of course. She was a married woman, after all. On the street below, Strax urged the horse that pulled the carriage to greater speeds to keep up with Jenny and their suspect. “Faster, horse!” he barked. “Or join your brethren in oblivion!” The carriage around a corner and found itself on Pevensie Street, while from above Spring Heeled Jack made another leap for the buildings on the other side of the road. “Oh no you don’t!” shouted Jenny. Jumping onto a chimney and springing into the air, Jenny tackled Spring Heeled Jack and both of them crashed down to the cobblestones. Jenny pinned Jack’s shoulders down as he growled and struggle to free himself. “You’re not going anywhere, ‘Mr. Jack’!” said Jenny as she ripped the scarf away from the man’s face. Her eyes widened in shock. “Mr. Clark?!” It was the face of the man who had come to Paternoster with Inspector Warren, but it was taut with rage, and his eyes shined with a blue glow. “I knew you’d be trouble!” Clark growled. Shifting his weight, he monkey flipped Jenny off of him and kipped up to his feet. Jenny could see the man’s teeth becoming sharp and pointed, and his fingers were becoming claws. Jenny drew her katana and held it at the ready. “I’m not going to allow you to harm anybody else!” “Foolish child!” cackled Clark. “These streets are my hunting grounds! And it’ll take more than your little toys to stop me!” He took a deep breath and exhaled a blast of blue energy. Jenny dropped low and rolled out of the way. There was the familiar sound of Strax’s laser rifle as it fired a shot past Clark’s head. Clark whirled around to see the Sontaran taking aim again. “Surrender and your death will be glorious, creature!” Strax fired again, but Clark quickly leapt into the air, somersaulting down into a dropkick that sent Strax back first into a brick wall. “Strax!” cried Jenny. She rushed towards Clark as he advanced on Strax. She swung her katana and landed a strike to his leg, causing him to snarl in pain. He leaped backwards over Jenny and swung down with his claws. Jenny ducked, but when Clark landed he delivered a strike to her torso. Jenny screamed as Clark’s claws ripped through her jumpsuit, only for Clark to deliver another kick that sent her sprawling down the street. Jenny could feel the blood coming from her wound as she struggled to get back to her feet, only for Clark to come crashing down feet first on her spine. Jenny was left gasping in pain as Clark kicked her katana out of reach. “You should have been like your mistress and stayed out of my business,” he snarled, raising his clawed hand to the sky to deliver the final blow. Jenny took a deep breath, certain that it would be her last. Then Jenny heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh. She looked up at Clark, still with his hand upraised, only now he was gaping down at the katana sticking out from his chest. Over his shoulder, Jenny saw hood covered face of Vastra. “That was for assaulting my butler,” she hissed into Clark’s ear as he struggled to free himself. “And this is for hurting my wife.” Vastra twisted the katana and pulled upwards, slicing up through Clark’s head, cutting it in half. She then swung the katana again and the two pieces of Clark’s head tumbled to the cobblestone, followed by the rest of his body. Jenny looked on in shock as arcs of blue electricity leapt over Clark’s body, quickly reducing it to a pile of ash and smoldering clothes. Vastra sheathed the katana and rushed to kneel at Jenny’s side. “My love, are you alright?” Jenny looked at the blood on her hand. “I… been better, marm.” Vastra ripped off a strip of cloth from her cloak and wrapped it over the wound. “You should consider yourself lucky, Jenny. Not many Silurians would be able to say they faced a K’Tal in combat and lived to tell the tale.” Before Jenny could respond, Strax trundled down the road toward them, coming to halt when he saw Vastra. “Madam! I, er, was just out doing the shopping. At the shop. For the… shop… things. When I suddenly heard a noise and…” “Not now, Strax,” Vastra said briskly. “Bring the carriage round. We need to get Jenny back to Paternoster Row so you can see to her wounds, as well as your own.” Strax gave a small bow. “Understood, Madam. And may I say, I had told the boy that we should have followed your orders and remained at the house.” Jenny glared at Strax as he hurried back up the street. “Good luck getting a sherbet fancy from me, you OW!” Vastra offered her hand to Jenny. “Save your strength, dear. Take my hand and lean on me.” Jenny winced as Vastra helped her to her feet. “You called that thing… Clark… a… K’Tal?” “Yes, Jenny. A particularly nasty race of creatures,” said Vastra as they slowly moved towards the carriage. “They take a great deal of pleasure into turning other people’s planets into their own private game reserves. There were records of them hunting Silurians, early humans, even dinosaurs. When the first murders here on Pevensie took place and rumors of Spring Heeled Jack started, I had a hunch it might have been another K’Tal hunting ritual. And after my meeting with the Inspector and ‘Mr. Clark’, I found my hunch was correct.” “But… how?” asked Jenny. “In my research, I found that the K’Tal were such skilled hunters because they had perfected a way to disguise themselves. That’s why ‘Clark’ assumed the role of a Pevensie shopkeeper. A perfect way to observe and choose his victims. But altering their appearance did result in creating a rather distinctive odor.” Jenny furrowed her brow in thought. “Like those aliens you told me about from Raxa… Raxa…?” Vastra smiled. “Raxacoricofallapatorius, dear. Don’t worry. It’s hard enough to say when one hasn’t just been in battle. But yes. Perhaps not as flatulent, but just enough of a scent for a Silurian nose to detect.” “Hang on a minute!” Jenny stopped short as Strax pulled the carriage up to them. “Then you knew Clark was one of these K’Tal all along! But why didn’t you take the case? Why’d you turn down Inspector Warren?” Vastra sighed and looked apologetic. “An unfortunate but necessary deception, Jenny. Because another of the K’Tal’s talents is a slight empathic sense. They can use it to track their prey by their fear. But they can also detect the aggressive thoughts of a hunter tracking them. And as you have seen first-hand, they can become particularly violent when they are directly challenged.” Jenny closed her eyes and sighed. “So that’s it. If you had taken the case or let on you knew what Clark was, he would have attacked you.” “And you, dear, and Warren and Strax. And since my research was limited on the range of the K’Tal’s power, I had to continue the charade as long as Clark was near Paternoster. I was planning on explaining it to you both, but you had already slipped out of the house by then.” Jenny looked down sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Vastra. I just couldn’t bear the thought of just sitting around while that thing was on the loose.” Vastra brushed Jenny’s cheek and smiled. “I understand, Jenny. Your courage is one of the many things that made me fall in love with you. But if you could do a small favor for me?” “A… favor?” “Yes. The next time you plan on going off on a potentially dangerous mission without consulting me first, do promise that you will take a moment to look before you… leap?” Jenny looked confused for a minute at Vastra’s grinning face, then groaned. “Oh really, Vastra!” The Great Detective chuckled as she helped her wife into the carriage, leaving Pevensie Street empty except for a pile of tattered clothes and a most peculiar smell.
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  13. Another great set-up, Boratz. The story seems to set the reader firmly into the Harry Potter world. As for the match, I have no idea who to vote for since I haven't read or seen anything Harry Potter-related.
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  15. I cannot in good conscience vote for Umbridge 😂
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  16. I deleted the character, must be resubmitted.
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  17. Thank you for the message, @Venom 2009
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  18. Fun match idea! I think you did a great job with the setup! I'm going for Black
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  19. Wow, I've missed a few matches lately. Gotta play catch-up ... Another great set-up, Boratz. After reading up on Gill-man, this match apparently reads a lot like the film he's from and gives a good horror-adventure vibe. As for the match, with Man-Thing's myriad of abilities, he should be able to deal with Gill-man and rescue Kay.
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  21. Wow, I just heard about Jason yesterday. Last I heard from him, he was dipping into MMA while still occasionally doing Power Rangers gigs and events. R.I.P., Green Ranger, White Ranger, Red Zeo Ranger, etc. And IDK about the odds for the heroes. Ranger teams tend to struggle against a single monster from their world, let alone a team or horde of them (BTW, "Monsters" is kind of a broad subject for a profile, huh?). Fighting monsters isn't really DCAU Batman's specialty, either.
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  22. THE BOTTOM LINE Hey, guys! Sorry it’s taken longer than expected with this whole race thing. But somebody thought they were going to try to be a big shot and limit the range of my suit. But no biggie. I’ve managed to leap ahead of Cecil and now I’m teleporting up the stairwell of my apartment. And one more to get to my door, annnnnnd… bingo! Your winner is… “Uhhhh, hello there, Mr. Bug.” Ambush Bug looked open jawed into his apartment at the sight of Cecil Turtle sitting on his couch watching the Late Show. The turtle offered up a Big Belly Burger bag. “Uhhhh, saved you some dinner, Mr. Bug. I figured you’d be hungry after today. Yuuuup.” Ambush Bug stammered and looked around in confusion. Then he sighed and teleported to the couch next to Cecil. “Just give me the dang burger,” he grumbled. Cecil handed over the bag. “Uhhhh, good race, Mr. Bug.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ambush Bug muttered. He bit into his burger, slowly accepting his defeat. And the knowledge that the DC heroes were now 5 to 2 due to his inability to… “Oh shut up, and go write the Bottom Line for Flint and Spring Heeled Jack, ya jerk!” “Uhhhhh, who are you talking to, Mr. Bug?” He’s talking to me actually. Congrats on the win, Cecil. “Uhhhhh, thank you very much.” “Somebody get me the commission on the phone!”
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  23. Ambush Bug sat on the couch in his one-bedroom apartment. He lounged in his costume as he munched on a Big Belly Burger and flipped through the channels on television. Taking a gulp of soda, he looked up at the ceiling. “So, you’ve finally got back around to this whole ‘DC vs Looney Tunes’ arc? I gotta be honest, babe, I was getting a little nervous. But, hey! You saw that whole ‘Night Shift’ arc through. And that Battlesphere thing. I knew you weren’t done with this! So, who you got for me? Bugs Bunny? I know, I know, he did that thing with the Legion, but you don’t have to let that stop you! Bug vs Bugs! What do you say?” … There was a knock on the door of the apartment. Ambush Bug rolled his eyes and smirked. “Oh my. I wonder who that could be?” He teleported to the door and swung it open. He looked up and down the hall and saw no one there. Ambush Bug glanced up annoyed. “You aren’t trying to be wise guy, are you? Who did you get me?” “Uuuuumm… excuse me, Mister Bug.” Ambush Bug looked down to see a turtle standing on it’s hind legs. The turtle waved at the incredulous Bug. “Uuuumm… hello, Mister Bug. I just dropped by… uuuuumm to see if you wanted to have a race.” Ambush Bug glared at the heavens. “Seriously? Cecil Turtle? Of all the Looney Tunes you could have given me you gave me Cecil Turtle?! I mean, sure people call me obscure, but at least the folks at CBUB will know who I am! You’ll need to put at least two videos of this guy in the comments section!” “Uuuuuuuumm, Mister Bug?” Ambush Bug broke off from his rant to look back at Cecil. “It’s okay if you don’t uuuuuuuumm want to race me. I mean uuuuuuuumm I’d understand if you didn’t want to be the reason uuuuuuumm you hero types lose again.” Ambush Bug’s eyes went red with anger. “Lose?! Listen, turtle soup, you Tunes are only up 4 to 2! And it would have been 3-3 if it wasn’t for people thinking a souped-up bunny rabbit could beat Superman’s cousin!” “Uuuuumm, sour grapes,” drawled Cecil. Ambush Bug fumed silently, then took a deep breath and extended his hand. “Fine. You’re on! First one to go from Gotham City to back here wins. Deal?” Cecil slowly shook Ambush Bug’s hand. “Uuuuuumm, it’s a bet, Mister Bug. Uuuuuumm, go ahead and call it.” Ambush Bug side eyed the ceiling. “Just so you know, I’ll play ball, but you put more effort into giving a plot to that lame snowball fight tournament than this.” … The two combatants crouched down at the ready in the hall. “On your mark!” shouted Ambush Bug. “Get set! GO!” Cecil Turtle trundled down the hall, leaving Ambush Bug standing smug by the door. “Easiest W of the year! I’ll just teleport myself to Gotham, then back to my apartment in time for Wheel of Fortune, and still have an hour to spare before that dumb turtle…” Suddenly, Ambush Bug’s costume crackled and sparked. “YOWCH! What’s that for? Alright, enough chit chat. Time to win this race!” Ambush Bug teleported only to appear at the end of the hallway. His costume had developed a malfunction and now would only teleport him within line of sight. Ambush Bug read the set-up and looked up in disgust. “Okay, you want to play hardball, fine. Just don’t blame me if this set-up gets less views than ‘Tigersharks vs Rapture’.” Ambush Bug quickly opened the door to the stairwell, and started teleporting after Cecil. OK: Ambush Bug’s teleporter will only transport him within line of sight, he cannot just teleport to Gotham and back. Yeah, thanks for that! … Ambush Bug can use his fourth wall knowledge and Cecil can use his Toon tactics to gain an advantage. AKA, we can cheat. Game On! … Oh, sorry. Do you want to say it? Didn’t mean to step on your toes or anything. … game on.
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  24. I didn't even believe it when I saw Jason Frank. Nice tribute match. I think the heroes can do it. And would actually work well together.
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  25. It's definitely hard to see these actors pass away. I was never real big on Power Rangers but I definitely remember having the VHS Mighty Morphin Power Rangers movie as a kid and watching every now and then With Kevin Conray, he was the voice of Batman. I grew up with BTAS and Justice League. I enjoyed the Arkham games so much because of being able to hear his iconic voice and play as the Batman.
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  26. THE BOTTOM LINE Crowley: Xena somersaults through the air and lets her sword come crashing down on Buffy who just barely dodges it! Jareth: Buffy seems taken aback by the fury of Xena’s charge. She able to parry her strikes but there’s a kick from Xena! Buffy drops to a knee! Crowley: Xena rushes in but OOH! Buffy whips out the stake and stabs it into Xena’s leg! The Warrior Princess screams in pain and Buffy jumps back to her feet! Buffy: Never underestimate a pointy stick! Xena: UGH! You’ll pay for that! Buffy: Come and get me, She-Ra! Jareth: Buffy’s ‘wit’ finding it’s mark! Xena is fuming as she rips out the stake and bandages the wound, leaving Buffy free to get some distance! She swings on one of the vines over a chasm that is opened up in the hallway. But look! Xena has pulled out the chakram! Crowley: Duck! SCHWING! Crowley: Damn! It’s ricocheting off the lockers like a pinball! Slices through the vine and forces Buffy to leap the rest of the way to the other side! The chakram flies back to Xena who is powering through her injury to pursue Buffy! Buffy ducks into the library and slams the door! Jareth: Xena’s looking to follow, but with the vine cut, there’s none long enough for her to… Xena: YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI! Jareth: She’s going for it! Crowley: She’s trying to leap the chasm! NO! She missed it! Barely catching a hold of the edge! Do you think that bottomless pit is more or less deep than the one you fell in, Jerry? Jareth: That’s Jareth, Crudely. Crowley: That’s Crowley, Je… Oh to hell with it. Xena’s climbed to safety and is making her way to the door! She kicks it open and… SWISSSSH! Xena: Arrgh! Jareth: It appears Buffy has found the weapons cache! She’s got a hold of a crossbow and nailed Xena in the shoulder! Crowley: The blonde knows how good of a fighter Xena is. She has to take any advantage she can get! Buffy has a fresh stake in one hand and her sword in the other. Buffy: You know, you could just surrender. We don’t have to kill each other for these guys. Xena: No. We both accepted this challenge. To the end. Buffy: Huh. Yeah, that’s kind of my thing too. Let’s finish it. Crowley: Buffy advances with the sword, but Xena blocks with her own! Buffy’s going for the stake again, but Xena catches her by the wrist! The two are struggling for position! A roar from Xena and a kick to the gut sends Buffy flying into a bookcase! Jareth: Xena collapses from the strain! She’s going for the chakram! Buffy is reaching for the stake! Crowley: They’re both looking to throw! Buffy: HAAAAAAA! Xena: AYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI! THUNK! Jareth: Oooh. Nasty! Crowley: Suffice to say, folks, Buffy missed her shot. Xena didn’t. Buffy’s stake is embedded in the door behind a collapsed Xena, and the chakram is stuck in a bookcase… separating Buffy’s pretty head from her neck! Referee: Your Winner: Xena! Crowley: Now that’s what I call a finish! Maybe this will get those whiny fanboys to stop complaining about the Nine, eh, Jareth? Jareth: Meh, you may be right, Scowley. Crowley: IT’S CROWLEY, YOU PONCY TWIT! Ugh. That’s it, fight’s over. Good night and get out of here. Screech: Soooo, Pizzazz, does this mean when it comes to who gets medical attention first, Buffy will be given a... head start? Misfits: SHUT UP, SCREECH!
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  27. Another good set-up, broadway. I barely know anything about Doctor Who, but this looks like a good story. As for the match, after reading the Wiki pages on both Spring-heeled Jack and the Paternoster Gang, I have a feeling Jenny and Strax can handle Jack in a confrontation. The question is whether they can track Spring-heeled Jack down.
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  28. Alright, @broadwaybeyonder, your match has now been moved to the CBUB Hall of Fame and copy/pasted to the Outstanding Fight Set-ups thread.
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  29. Congratulations, @broadwaybeyonder, on winning your first CBUB contest, the 2nd Writer's Challenge, as well as making your debut in this thread! Your match is now (somewhat) immortalized here. Missy Armitage sat in her chair and stirred her tea, letting her spoon scrape every so gently against the sides of her cup. Across from her sat a figure in a red jumpsuit, brown hair pulled back in a off center ponytail. There were marks and bruises on her face, but it was a face that Missy Armitage could recognize. It was the face of her daughter Rose. “How do you feel?” Missy asked softly. The strange woman grunted, her fingernails digging into the arms of her chair. “Don’t worry,” Missy went on. “We know there’s nothing wrong with you. You have a voice. Use it.” The woman moaned and strained her neck. Missy’s eyes narrowed as she gave another sharp scrape of the teacup. “What is your name?” “Vi.. Vi..Vi…o…let,” the woman breathed. “Vi-o-let.” From behind a two-way mirror, the rest of Armitage family, Walter, and Georgina watched as Missy continued her session with the doppelganger. “Remarkable,” said Dean. “The similarities are uncanny.” “I don’t know, sis,” smirked Jeremy. “I think she’s better looking than you.” “Shut up,” said Rose. “What are we going to do with her?” asked Georgina. Dean sighed and turned to Georgina. “After Missy is finished giving her a once over, we’ll dispose of her. Then we are going to have to leave.” Georgina’s eyes widened. “Leave?! No! No, no, no! This is my house! My house! We can’t leave!” Dean put his hands on Georgina’s shoulders, trying to keep her calm. “Mother, we have no choice. You heard the radio. People dressed in red like that woman in there. Going around the country killing people. We can’t afford to stay here much longer.” “Don’t worry, dad,” said Jeremy, his grip tightening on his lacrosse stick. “The freak in there isn’t going to kill anybody after I’m done with her.” “So, Violet,” said Missy. “Now that you’ve told me who you are, why not tell me what you are?” Violet cocked her head, a trace of a smile on her dry lips. “Your… daugh….ter.” The spoon nearly slipped out of Missy’s fingers. “You,” she said, struggling to keep her voice low. “Are no daughter of mine.” “I… am… not,” said Violet. “And… I… am. Daddy Monte, Mommy Missy, Brother George. Even Grandma and Grandpa. All of them coming to play.” “My word,” said Walter softly. Dean looked at Walter. “Father? Do you know what she’s talking about?” Walter took a deep breath. “I believe so, son. While our order was developing the Coagula procedure, we became aware of another project that had been taking place. A government project. A method of making a… copy of human beings. It was supposed to allow them to control the genuine articles, or some such nonsense.” “Is that what these redsuits are?” asked Jeremy. “A bunch of clones or something?” The Armitage men were so focused on their discussion, they failed to notice Rose was still staring at the two-way mirror, her eyes becoming as glazed over as Violet. “Daddy and Grandpa did the work,” Violet intoned. “They are going to have us live forever. They found a good body, and gave it Grandpa’s brain.” “You mean Daddy was able to complete the surgery?” asked Missy. “No. No surgery. Daddy gave Dane Grandpa’s brain. Now Dane and Grandpa Goth and Nadia and Grandma Susan are together and Grandma and Grandpa will live forever.” “If that’s true, then why the hell are these things wandering around now?” asked Dean. “Last I heard they had shut the project down,” replied Walter. “These creatures should have died out years ago! Not be attacking us!” Dean shook his head and looked back at Rose. “Dear, come over here. It’ll do you no good to watch this. Rose? Dear?” Rose Armitage just continued to stare blankly at the two-way mirror, her fingers gripping her jeans in the same as Violet grasped the chair. “Why would you want to ‘play’ with us?” asked Missy. “To send a message,” Violet groaned. “The world must see us!” “Hey, sis! Snap out of it!” barked Jeremy. Dean shook his daughter but still she wouldn’t respond. “She’s hypnotized! Father! Is there still a connection between us and these copies?” “Well, I don’t know, son. There might be but…” Dean bolted from the room and rushed to the door to the study. “Alright, Violet,” said Missy. “Be a good girl. Sink into the floor. Now.” In an instant, Violet had slumped in her chair, and Rose collapsed to the floor of the observation room. Dean burst into the study, and Missy glared at him. “Dean! What on earth are you doing?” “Wake her up! Get her out of the Sunken Place! Now!” “Dean, get a hold of yourself! This way you can have Jeremy finish her off and we can be on our way.” “Listen to me, Missy! This… thing is a copy, a clone of our daughter. When you were hypnotizing her it started to have an effect on Rose. God knows what would happen to Rose if Jeremy killed her double and they were both under. So wake her up and we’ll worry about Jeremy la…” The lights in the Armitage mansion switched off. The fireplace provided the only illumination. “What happened to the power?” asked Missy anxiously. Suddenly there was a loud banging noise. “Dad! Quick!” shouted Jeremy. “We got company!” Dean grabbed a poker and pulled his wife after him. They joined Jeremy, Walter, and Georgina as they stood at the front door. Splinters flew as the door shot off it’s hinges, revealing the 5 figures in red jumpsuits. One was a man with a scraggly beard and glasses. Another a boy wearing a ski mask and wielding a makeshift lacrosse stick. Another was a woman with a psychotic smile and loosely holding a teacup and spoon in one hand. But the other two figures made the Armitage’s reel back in disgust. They were an African American man and woman, both wearing a chain around their necks. On each chain was the tortured remnants of a human brain. Jeremy and Dean raised their weapons, as Walter reached for a letter opener and Missy and Georgina moved behind them. The Tethered clones of the Armitage’s stood brandishing scissors for a moment, then lunged with a psychotic howl at their prey. OK: The Order of the Coagula need to kill their Tethered and survive the night. Fight takes place in and around the Armitage mansion. Game On!
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  30. Another good battledome-style set-up, broadway. Hah, I like the commentary and dialogue here! As for the match, as it stands, Xena takes this. She's more skilled and has lots more experience than Buffy. If this were Buffy from some of the post-show comics, though, it would likely be another story.
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  31. THE BOTTOM LINE Stinkor expelled a cloud of his odor into the room. The Loonatics fell back and groaned in disgust. “Sheesh,” muttered Danger Duck. “Haven’t these guys ever heard of a bath?” “Power through, guys!” shouted Ace. “Slam! Take the furball!” “Hm! OK!” Slam grunted. He went into a spin and charged toward Beast Man, only for Scare Glow to extend his hand. “Let’s see what you fear, creature!” A blast of green light shot from Scare Glow’s fingertips and struck into the heart of Slam’s tornado. The wind faded away and Slam fell in a whimpering heap to the floor. “Stay away from him!” cried Lexi. She fired a brain blast at the Warriors who ran for cover. Rev raced to Slam’s side. “Hey, buddy! Snap out of it!” he chattered. “We’re gonna need all the muscle we can GARGH!” Beast Man clamped his fist around Rev’s throat and lifted him off his feet. He growled in the road runner’s face. “You talk to much, little bird.” Beat Man hurled Rev towards the approaching Loonatics, knocking over Danger Duck before colliding with the wall. Trap Jaw raised his weaponized arm and converted it into a laser. “You’d better give up, if ya know what’s good for ya!” Tech activated his jet pack and launched himself above Trap Jaw. “Impressive cybernetic weapon you have there! Unfortunately, since magnetism happens to be one of my specialties…” A green glow surrounded Trap Jaw and lifted him arm first into the air. As much as the cyborg flailed, his laser arm was eventually jammed into the ceiling. “Nice chandelier there, Tech!” said Ace as he crossed blades with Tri-Klops. “Your defeat is inevitable,” Tri-Klops intoned. “Eh, don’t be so sure of that, doc!” Ace fired his laser vision, only to have it blocked by Tri-Klops optic blast. Lexi readied herself to fire another brain blast, only Mer-Man to strike her with the hilt of his sword. Distracted, Ace turned to see Lexi go down. “Lexi! Ugh!” Tri-Klops’ optic blast finally found it’s mark, and Ace fell, groaning in pain. Danger Duck looked nervously back and forth from Tech to the Warriors. They had already managed to free Trap Jaw and were advancing on them. “What’s the big idea here? We’re the superheroes in this town! We should be able to handle these weirdos!” “Just stay focused!” said Tech. “I just need time to think of a ARGH!” The combined power of Tri-Klops’ optic blast and Trap Jaw’s laser hit Tech square in the chest. Danger Duck gulped as the Warriors surrounded him and the fallen Tech. “Mother?” he whimpered. Duck turned around straight into Stinkor, he sprayed a small puff of gas into his face. Duck gasped for breath for a second, moaned, then fell unconscious. “Excellent!” laughed Optimatus. “Your Warriors are perfect, Evil-Lyn!” Evil-Lyn looked confident standing over the encaged Zadavia. “And this is only the beginning! Once I’ve finished draining Zadavia of her energy, I’ll be able to take over this backwards planet, and then Eternia itself!” Optimatus’ image looked annoyed. “What do you mean ‘you’ll’ take over? Earth is mine to destroy!” Evil-Lynn chuckled sinisterly. “You poor fool! You are trapped in your wrecked ship lightyears away! I will soon be the ruler of two worlds! And none will be able to stop me!” Seizing on Evil-Lynn’s distraction, Zadavia’s eyes began to glow. She channeled an explosion of technicolor light that shattered Evil-Lynn’s prison. The Warrior’s shielded their eyes and fell back as Zadavia hovered in front of them. “The power you have taken is not yours to command, witch!” Zadavia said. Energy shot out from Evil-Lynn, causing to fall to her knees and screaming in agony. The light flowed back into Zadavia, who stared down at the cowed Warriors. “Do any of you wish to threaten this world?” Weakly, Evil-Lynn pointed at a wall and summoned a portal. “Retreat! Return to Snake Mountain! Now!” Optimatus fumed as the Warriors hurried for the portal to escape. “Traitors! Cowards! Come back here!” But Evil-Lyn and her followers didn’t listen, and in an instant they had ran through the portal and disappeared. Optimatus spun to face Zadavia. “Well played, sister. But I swear to you I shall return! And when I do, I…!” “Enough!” boomed Zadavia. A blast of light struck Optimatus’ image and caused it to disappear. Zadavia dropped to a knee, and tried to catch her breath. Optimatus’ words were not idle threats. The Loonatics would need to be ready for anything. Danger Duck struggle to his feet groaning. He looked around the wrecked briefing room then at Zadavia. “Did… did we win?” Zadavia rolled her eyes as Duck fell unconscious again. LOONATICS REHAB: SESSION #2: FAILED. PROJECT: REHAB CONTINUES.
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  32. Sixth place? I can do better. Lookout guys. Also congrats to Broadway on the win.
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  33. Xena definitely is the better swordswoman, if it starts out as a swordfight I see her takin it.
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  35. Oh, I was worried Evil-Lyn or Skeletor was taking part of this fight. With that lineup the Loonatics should be able to scrape by.
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  36. Wow! Three Jobs! I appreciate the hard work that you do to keep the site running.
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  37. Look at us Mercenaryblade! All caught up and stuff! We owe ourselves a pat on the back!
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  38. I don't think Toon force was a thing for the Loonatics. I only saw like pieces of the show when it was on so I'll have to look up their powers before I decided how this goes.
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  39. I mean, if this were a straight fight, of course the Vipers stomp. Even then, there might be infighting between the Bride and the other two Vipers, considering their history. Also, since Lynch, Asuka, and Moon are all pro wrestlers, they all almost certainly trained in shoot fighting, so they might actually get some licks in. Considering this is a wrestling match, though, the Vipers would actually need to know how to do pro wrestling things, like selling the other team's moves at times and how to play to the crowd, in order to make it an entertaining match.
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  40. If the Loonatics even have a SMIDGEON of Toon Force, that makes ALL the difference for this fight.
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  41. THE BOTTOM LINE On Halloween night, people across the world gathered in their homes and at parties around televisions, computers, and phones. It was nearly time for the big giveaway. Pumpkin, witch, and skeleton masks danced across the screens as the Silver Shamrock jingle rang out. “Happy, happy Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Happy, happy Halloween! Silver Shamrock!” Children sang along with the catchy tune as parents said a silent prayer that they wouldn’t have to hear it after tonight was over. “It’s time! It’s time!” the announcer said. “Time for the big giveaway! Halloween has come! All you lucky kids with Silver Shamrock masks, gather ‘round, put on your masks and watch! All witches, all skeletons, all Jack-O-Lanterns, all werewolves, all vampires, gather ‘round and watch. Watch the magic pumpkin. Watch!” Young and old adjusted their masks and stared at their devices as the Jack-O-Lantern flashed off and on. It blinked faster and faster, until it suddenly faded into static. There were groans of frustration as the eager viewers waited for the winner to be announced. But then a face emerged through the static. It wasn’t the face of the Jack-O-Lantern. It was the gaunt face of an old man with wisps of white hair, and piercing eyes. “Good evening, watchers,” he said. “I know you were all expecting a treat this Halloween. Mister Cochran sadly will not be able to join us. But since you were all so good as to wear those masks, it would be such a shame to let this evening go to waste.” As adults reached for remotes and bored teenagers prepared to click dislike buttons, the medallions on the back of every Silver Shamrock mask began to glow. All of the devices’ screens began to shine with the same eerie light. Before anyone could fathom what was happening, thousands of silver spheres burst through the screens, weapons whirring. That Halloween night, the air was filled with the screams of the dying. No matter where anyone tried to run, there was a screen broadcasting the Silver Shamrock signal. And the Tall Man’s metallic weapons followed the signal to cut and slice humanity, in preparation for them to be transformed in death into the Tall Man’s monstrous slaves. The Tall Man gazed through your screen and reached out his hands, shattering the glass. “Happy Halloween.”
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