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Nice to see my man, Meat get some love in another contest. I think he's a fun character overall. And yeah, this is a weird fight but I feel that it fits the vibe. I enjoyed this setup. Given this is MK rules of combat, I'll give it to Meat for the slight advantage.

Been awhile, Russ. Good set-up. Looks like this story you were working on may make a good arc. As for the match, looking up the Prince, I'd say he could likely give DB Yamcha a good fight, especially if he could get his hands on his Dagger. Since this is Yamcha as the desert bandit, the Prince may have a time convincing him they're on the same side, let alone convincing him to get on the straight-and-narrow path to assist him.

Awesome. Not often do you see PBS characters in a Mortal Kombat setting. I am rooting for Gooey Gus to obtain his first victory. Seeing him here reminds me that I have always wanted to find a way to do a Ghostwriter vs. Ghost Rider match that makes some sort of sense lol.

Good Match. I give the setup a 5.0.

My God. I never thought of putting the conclusion of an arc in the comments after the match is over. That makes so much sense. Well done sir. Well done.

AND NOW THE CONCLUSION Kali’s scimitar struck against Durga’s upraised shield. Kali’s screams were echoed by Nekra, her arms flailing in unison with Kali’s strikes. Dansen stood firm, crying out in pain as one of Kali’s blade found it’s mark. A wound began to grow on one of Durga’s arms, and a matching one appeared on Dansen’s. “What the hell is happening to them?!” Hannibal shouted. “Their spirits have been bonded to the spirits of the goddesses,” explained Shroud. “Any damage the goddesses sustain will be passed on to them.” Jack and Tatterdemalion moved around the ring, freeing the rest of the Night Shift. Misfit looked down on the rest of the cultists, still screaming in agony. “Why aren’t we like these losers? We aren’t getting zapped anymore.” “Protection by Durga, I assume,” said Shroud. “But Kali is still draining her followers for strength.” Suddenly there was a gunshot and a bullet narrowly missed Shroud. “Get down!” shouted Hannibal. The Night Shift ducked behind the rings as Bushwacker readied his gun arm to fire again. “You’re enforcer isn’t the crackshot you said he would be,” Wyndham said sarcastically. Tombstone glared at him. “You stay out of this, professor. You want this experiment to be a success? You want those freaks down their dead? Then stay out of the way and let my man work! Bushwacker! Take ‘em out! Now!” Bushwacker’s arm started spraying bullets into the circle, deflecting harmlessly off the shielded bodies of Nekra and Dansen. “All I ask is to kill that guy before that four-armed freak kills us,” Hannibal muttered. “Focus, detective,” Shroud said calmly. “Our fate isn’t sealed yet. Moth, you take King, Digger, and Needle to the upper level to deal with the sniper. The rest of you will remain with me to deal with that creature in the chair. It seems to be powering up the acolyte to enable him to sustain the portal. If we can neutralize him, the portal will collapse and Kali will be absorbed back into it.” The Night Shift glanced back and forth uncertain. Shroud sighed. “I know. I misled you before, and this will be dangerous. But none of us is getting out of here alive if we don’t stop Kali here and now.” Digger twirled his shovel dangerously. “Well, technically, I’m not even alive, but hey. Why not? I’ve got one more terror tale left in me.” Shroud nodded in approval. “Very well then. Night Shift! Attack!” Digger and Misfit charged into the center of the circle. Digger waved mockingly at the men on the observation deck. “Hey, fellas! Would you mind keeping down the noise? We’re trying to have a goddess duel over here!” A high impact bullet struck Digger in both shoulders and pushed him back. Moth and the Brothers Grimm took to the air. Moth sent tendrils from her outfit to catch Hannnibal, Digger, and Needle and lift them up onto the upper level. The Brothers followed after Misfit, who was charging toward MODOK and Ohn. “Okay, you… you.. Big Head! Let’s see what you got!” Ohn looked up from his knees at the oncoming enormous freak, his face twisted in pain. “Please! Make it stop! I didn’t want it to hurt like this! Please!” “The unit known as Brother Johnathan will be silent while enemies of the Creator will be dealt with!” MODOK fired a mental bolt that sent Misfit flying back towards the Brothers Grimm. Percy pulled a handkerchief out of his sleeve that grew to enormous size. He quickly threw on side of it across to Barton who caught it just in time for the taught fabric to catch Misfit. Needle swung his blade at Bushwacker, who knocked aside with his arm. Digger than cracked his shovel against his head. Hannibal took aim with his pistol and fired at Tombstone. The gang leader flinched slightly, but the bullets only did damage to his suit. He drew closer to Hannibal as he reloaded his gun. “Not very smart, detective. Not only did you decide to sign on with these idiots, but you know you can’t kill a man who’s bulletpr…” Tombstone’s blustering stopped short, as Hannibal’s next bullet went through his open mouth and severed his brain stem. Hannibal looked on coldly as Tombstone dropped lifeless to the grated floor. Wyndham turned and ran for the door. Needle saw and gave chase only for two Headmen guards in yellow hazmat suits to block his path and open fire. Needle dropped low as Moth flew overhead. She sent a tendril of thread to tie the hands of one gunman behind him, leaving the other to be finished off by Needle’s blade. Wyndham scurried down the hallway past a group of techs. “We’re shutting down the base!” he snapped. “Initiate lockdown procedures! Terminate all projects, starting with Project: Spider!” The Brothers Grimm flew on their clouds around MODOK, dodging mental bolts. Jack crawled across the floor and picked up two discarded pistols. He offered one to Tick Tock, who shied away from it. “I’m not much for firearms!” “Look in the future!” Jack yelled. “Does Shroud’s plan work or what?” Tick Tock closed his eyes, then slowly nodded. He took the pistol and rose off the floor with Jack. They opened fire at MODOK, bullets flying off his shield. “Your attacks are useless against MODOK!” he droned. Behind MODOK, Tatterdemalion leapt on the back of his chair. He tightly gripped on to the metallic frame, his corrosive touch eating through and exposing the circuitry underneath. Nekra/Kali’s faces twisted in rage as they realized what was happening. “No! Stay away! Kali commands you!” Dansen/Durga’s discus struck them and pushed them back towards the center of the rings and beneath the portal. Dansen/Durga turned to face Shroud. “Your warriors fight bravely, Maximilian Coleridge. Accept this gift from the heavens to restore order to the mortal plane!” A heavenly light rose from Dansen/Durga and surrounded Shroud. Jack and Tick Tock looked on in astonishment as MODOK’s chair began to spark and smoke. “Control chair suffering mal...function. Repair! Doctor Wynd…ham! Report and re….pair!” “We’ve got ‘im!” shouted Percy to Misfit. “Take him out!” Misfit cracked his knuckles and grinned. “About damn time!” He lunged forward and struck MODOK square in his enormous face with his right hand. The creation of Kali and the Headmen was sent flying out of the chair as it shattered under the force of the blow. He crashed into the supports of the observation deck, causing the Night Shift and Bushwacker to lose their balance. Bushwacker managed to get a shot off, and clipped Hannibal in the leg. He fell to the twisting platform screaming in pain. Bushwacker took aim at the fallen detective. “You’re dead, you stupid cop!” he growled, only for the threads in his jacket to come undone and ensnare his throat. He gagged and choked as Moth looked on coldly. “He is a stupid cop, but he’s also Night Shift.” Bushwacker staggered back, desperately grasping at his throat, only to fall backwards over the railing headfirst into the floor below. Moth and Digger ran to Hannibal as Needle ran back out from the doorway. “Did you get that other guy?” Digger asked. Needle shook his head and sheathed his blade. Moth raised her hands over Hannibal’s wound, letting his pant leg be re-knit into a bandage for it. Shroud stood in the glow of the light projected by Dansen/Durga. The light mingled with his shadows as he strode through the chaos around him towards Ohn, still crumpled on the floor. “Please! Make it stop!” he begged. Shroud raised his hand to Ohn. “Calm yourself. You are now under the protection of the Shroud!” The rest of the Night Shift watched as Durga’s light flowed from Shroud’s hand to Ohn. He gradually stopped his wailing, and the spots covering his body began to shrink and disappear. “STOP THIS AT ONCE!” Nekra/Kali shrieked. Shroud turned toward the circle of rings where the goddesses and their hosts clashed blades. He then raised his hand toward the portal above them. “In the name of Shiva, lord of the heavens! In the name of Durga, who defeated you! In the name of Parvati, who freed herself from you! I, the Shroud, in the name of the Night Shift, banish you back to your darkness!” Durga’s light and Shroud’s shadows rushed from his outstretched hand towards the portal. Both Nekra/Kali and Durga/Dansen watched as the portal began to close. “NO! NO! THIS CANNOT BE!” Kali wailed. “Your plotting has been for naught, Kali,” Dansen/Durga proclaimed. “The judgement of the heavens cannot be undone. You have manipulated the hearts and minds of mortals for too long. Now is the time of your karma!” With a savage scream, Kali’s spirit was torn away from Nekra’s body, letting the priestess collapse. Kali snarled and slashed at the air as the closing portal dragged her closer to it. Nekra looked up in terror at her goddess. “Please, Kali! Please, Mother of Darkness! Have pity on me!” But Kali was in no mood to show mercy. She lashed out with her hand and snatched Nekra into the air. The goddess and her servant were both dragged screaming into the void, before the portal finally closed and disappeared. Wyndham raced down the hall until he had reached an advanced looking vehicle sitting on an old subway track. He jumped into the cab where two techs were waiting. “Is everything under control? Are we prepared for departure?” he demanded. One of the techs look nervously back at him. “Yes, doctor. We’ve heard back from the divisions. They were able to eliminate most of the experiments.” Wyndham raised an eyebrow. “Most?” The other tech coughed. “Well, sir, there was apparently a problem with one of the squads. One of the experiments proved.. difficult. And when the squad attempted termination, they… ahem. Got away.” Wyndham folded his arms and glared at the techs. “Which experiment was it?” The techs shared a look. “Project: Spider,” the first tech said. Wyndham took deep breath and sat down in his command chair as the techs carried on preparations for escape. “Certainly not ideal. But we will find them. The experiment will continue.” Digger and Needle leapt down from the observation deck as Moth flew down carrying Hannibal. They joined the rest of the Night Shift as Shroud stood before Dansen/Durga. “You have done well, Maximillian,” they proclaimed. “Kali and her zealot are trapped, and her followers are felled. Do you desire anything else from the heavens?” Digger waved his hand. “Oh! Oh! Could we get free cable for the Tower of Shadows?” He fell silent under the glares of the rest of the Night Shift. Shroud turned back to Dansen/Durga. “Great Durga, all I ask is that the woman who offered herself as your vessel be freed and returned to us.” “She gave herself willingly to battle the darkness,” Dansen/Durga intoned. “She will released from her bond.” Durga’s spirit rose away from Dansen into the air above her. Dansen groaned and started to fall, but Shroud rushed forward to catch her. Hannibal pushed away Moth and limped into the circle. “Hey! Could I say something?” Durga raised her eyebrows and looked down on Hannibal. “Hannibal King. You may speak.” Hannibal steadied his breath before speaking. “I… I have a friend. Her name is Terri. Kali’s followers attacked the station where she was. Please, is she okay?” Durga looked grimly at Hannibal. “We know that the one you speak of has the heart of a warrior. Unfortunately, a warrior’s heart is sometimes not enough to withstand the storm.” Hannibal’s face went pale. “What? What are saying? Is she…” Durga closed her eyes despair. “She fought bravely until the end.” Shroud helped Dansen to her feet then reached out to the stunned detective. “Hannibal, I’m sorry for your…” Hannibal spun around to face Shroud, rage in his eyes. “Don’t give me that! I should have been with Terri! Not running around with you lunatics!” He turned back to Durga. “You want to give us something? Then send us to where Terri is! NOW!” Durga raised her hands to the ceiling as her spirit began to fade away. “As you wish, Hannibal King. But what has come to pass, cannot be undone.” With a burst of light, Durga and the Night Shift had disappeared. The chamber now only held the bodies of the desiccated Kali cultists, and Johnathan Ohn. He took a moment hunched down on the floor, looking around at the destruction of what was the Headmen’s headquarters. He then hurried out the door as fast as he could go, hoping that that job opening at Roxxon was still available. For the Night Shift and Hannibal, it appeared that they were enveloped in a blinding light, only to have it fade away and reveal they were standing in the middle of a hospital hallway. Orderlies and patients screamed in surprise and jumped to the side at the sight of the bizarre group. “Durga obviously isn’t the goddess of subtlety,” muttered Moth. Misfit looked around as armed police officers moved toward them. “Great! We get to fight some more geeks!” “Stand down!” commanded Shroud. Hannibal hurried to a window and looked inside the room. Lying in a hospital bed, was what remained of Detective Terri Lee. Her body was covered in stab wounds and her face was badly scarred. Hannibal hit the glass with his fist as the attending doctor and nurse looked down on her with his resignation. “No! No, damn it! Terri? Terri?!” “KING!” Hannibal didn’t turn around as Detective Martin Soap pushed past the front line of police. “Where the heck have you been? You’ve been A.W.O.L. for 24 hours!” Soap’s eyes then turned to the Night Shift. “And who are these guys?” Hannibal let his forehead rest against the glass. “The Avengers. How the hell should I know?” “Don’t get flippant with me, King!” Soap said. “Half the force is on the injured reserve, including Captain DeWolff! Which means as long as she is taking time off to recuperate, I am in charge of LAPD from now on!” “Wow. A geek and a cop?” snickered Misfit. Soap glared at the giant, trying to still his shaking voice. “That’s Captain to you, mister! And my first order of business is you, King! Boy, I’ve been waiting for someone to finally buck up and deal with your insubordinate… crap! Well, today’s the day! Hannibal King, you’re fired!” Hannibal still didn’t turn around to face Soap. “Why don’t you shut up, jackass?” Barton snapped. “We’ve had a long day and we don’t have time for your bullshit!” Soap looked shocked at the language then grabbed a hold of Hannibal’s shoulder. “You hear me, King? You! Are! Fired! Done! Finished! Caput! Serves you right for leaving your fellow police in the lurch! Maybe Detective Lee would be alive right now if you weren’t such a sorry excuse for a cop!” Hannibal slowly turned to face Soap, and pushed the new captain’s hand off his shoulder. “I heard you. And thanks, Soap. Because I’ve done and seen things today I never have before in my life. And now it’s time to add another to the list.” Soap looked smug at Hannibal. “And just what would that be?” Hannibal’s fist connected square with Soap’s jaw, knocking him out cold and dropping him to the linoleum. The police stood stunned for a moment, then one shouted out. “Stand down! All of you are under arrest!” Shroud turned to the Brothers Grimm. “Gentlemen, it is time for us to be leaving!” Barton and Percy drew out their giant handkerchief, and hurled it above the Night Shift. When the police advanced on the fabric and lifted it away, the Night Shift and Hannibal were gone. In a dark alley of the city, a manhole cover was lifted off it’s metal base and pushed aside. Slowly, a woman with red hair and dressed in a black bodysuit climbed up out of the opening. She panted as she looked around the alley. Seeing no one around, she looked down the manhole. “It’s all clear. Come on!” A woman with black hair and a red bodysuit climbed out of the manhole and looked at her partner. “We made it! See? I told you we’d make it!” The woman in black jumped slightly at the sound of a car screeching past the alley. “But now what? What do we do now?” The woman in red gave a small smile and offered her hand. “Well, I guess the first thing I’ll do is formerly introduce myself to the girl who I just escape from a bunch of mad scientists with. My name is Jessica. What’s yours?” The woman in black returned the smile. “Julia. My name’s Julia.” She accepted the handshake, only to let go with a shout. Small arcs of electricity seemed to be running along Jessica’s hand. She held up in caution. “I’m sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean it, really! It’s just.. something they must have done to me down there! Like the other stuff we can do!” Julia shook her hand to try to get feeling back. “Yeah, you probably need to practice with that.” Jessica gazed up at the apartment building on the left side of the alley. “Oh, we’ll have plenty of time for that now. I’m just going to head on up top for a better look of where we are.” Jessica gave a great leap and landed on the second story wall. She started crawling higher up before turning back to grin down at Julia. “Aren’t you coming?” Julia sighed then gave a similar leap to the wall. The two women crawled up the wall as the sun rose over the city. The people would never know how close the world was to falling to chaos, if not for the actions of the Night Shift. But they would soon be aware that the Spider-Women had arrived in Los Angeles.