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Don't know either character besides Catherine's picture, but I went with her anyway.

I believe I went Freakazoid. Both characters are nuts, but Freakazoid does have a little more power.

In defense of my character, I think Speedy should be able to blitz Popeye's circus with his speed, then be able to pick up the customers to his show.

Shiva takes this without breaking a sweat.

I know little about this new Hawkeye, so I just went with Deadshot for experience.

I think I voted Gazoo for this. I guess I didn't like the idea of Warner's having a monopoly on this scenario. XD

Yeah, Scooby is not winning this one. Buster should outsmart and outfight him.

"Babs, do you know how to play a piano?" "No, but if you hum a few bars I can fake it." Seriously, though, Pollution is so unstable he's more likely to nuke the piano then play it. Advantage Babs for performing and trickery.

The Trade Federation Landing Ship exited hyperspace around Mars. The ship vented plasma as it’s inertia carried it past the red planet closer to Earth. B103, the command droid, sat in his chair on the bridge. Panels were exploding, wreckage cluttered the floor, and pit droids scurried around with extinguishers to put out the fires that had sprung up. “Report!” he called out in it’s shrill voice. “Where are we?” The droid at the navigation controls called out from his stations. “We are in a nine planet system, commander. It is not on any of the charts.” B103 slammed his metal fist on the arm of his chair. “Terrific! Just who’s idea was it for us to do a blind jump into hyperspace anyway?” “Umm, you, sir?” B103 ignored the reply from the navigation droid. The battle with the Republic had gone completely against the Separatists. If it hadn’t ordered the jump to hyperspace, the ship would have been destroyed. They didn’t have time to worry about minor details like where they were going, just so long as it was far away from danger. B103 turned to the operations droid. “What’s the status of the cargo?” “We lost most of our tanks and fighters when the hanger blew up, commander. We had to dump the rest into space in order for us seal the hull breaches. We do still have a complement of 300 B1 battle droids.” “Uh, sir?” the navigation droid called. “Not now!” snapped B103. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Now, we need to get in contact with the fleet to let them know where we are.” “But our communications are down, commander. We have no way to call for assistance.” The navigation droid turned in his chair. “Uh, sir?” B103 stood up and glared at the navigation droid. “What is it now?” The navigation droid pointed at it’s console. “I’m trying to tell you that my controls are not responding. We are being pulled into the gravity of that moon!” The droids all stared at the screen as the moon that orbited the blue and green planet seemed to grow bigger as they drew closer and closer. Then all the droids on the bridge screamed in alarm. B103 pushed buttons on a panel by his chair. “This is the commander! Brace for impact! We’re gonna crash!!!” In the palace of Rita Repulsa, Baboo looked through his mistress’ telescope toward Earth. Squatt jumped up and down impatiently. “Come on, Baboo! It’s my turn! You said I could look through that thing next!” Baboo shushed Squatt as he continued his exploring. “Don’t be so loud, you pile of blueberries! If you wake up Rita from her nap we’ll both get in trouble!” “You’ve been looking at the Earth forever!” Squatt whined, grabbing the telescope and trying to pull it from Baboo’s reach. “I want to try it now!” The two monsters struggled with each other over the telescope until Finster walked in from his laboratory. “What are you two doing?” he demanded. “What would our queen say if she saw you fighting like a couple of humans? Over her telescope, no less!” With Baboo distracted by Finster, Squatt finally managed to pull the telescope from his grip. Baboo glared as Squatt snickered and looked out into space. He turned his attention back to the monster maker. “Her highness won’t know abut it if you don’t tattle on us, Finster.” Squatt looked up from the telescope, then gave another look through it. His face was suddenly very concerned. “Well?” asked Baboo. “What did you see?” “A ship!” Squatt said, scarcely believing it himself. “A ship is heading this way! Right for us!” Finster pushed Baboo aside and shoved Squatt away from the telescope. “Oh don’t be ridiculous!” Finster looked through the telescope, then immediately jumped back in alarm. “Oh my! There IS a ship! It’s going to crash into us!” The three monsters screamed and ran around the throne room in a panic, finally huddling together with their arms wrapped around each other in the middle of the room. The palace shook violently and the air was filled with the rumble of engines as the ship just barely missed the structure. There was the sound of a mighty explosion then silence. Baboo shoved Squatt off him as Finster rushed to the balcony on the other side of the palace. “Get off me, Squatt!” “Don’t be so mad at me! If you had let me use the telescope sooner, I would have been able to see that ship faster!” “No you wouldn’t!” “Yes I would!” “Wouldn’t!” “Would!” “Enough!” snapped Finster. “Get over here and look at this!” Squatt and Baboo hurried to join Finster on the balcony. The ship was an utter wreck, just a pile of twisted metal. But from it there emerged row after row of strange looking metal men. And they all were carrying weapons. “Who…who.. are they?” Baboo stammered. Squatt looked nervously over at Finster. “You don’t think it’s that Machine Empire that Rita told us about?” “Whoever they are,” said Finster. “The queen must be told about this at once!” Finster started to run to the stairs that led to Rita’s chamber but was stopped by Squatt and Baboo jumping in his way. “No, Finster! Wait!” begged Squatt. “Don’t wake up Rita! You can’t tell her about us using telescope without asking!” Finster tried to step passed the pair but they blocked him every time. “But I must warn the queen! Goldar is on Earth fighting the Rangers! We need Rita’s magic to deal with these intruders!” “Not necessarily,” said Baboo, taking Finster by the shoulders and moving him away from the stairs. “We don’t need to bother Rita. We have you!’ Finster looked in shock at the two pleading monsters. “Me? What can I possibly do? I’m not a warrior, and I don’t have any of Rita’s magic!” Squatt took Finster’s hand as Baboo continued leading them to the laboratory. “But you have your Monster-Matic! We can use it to make an army of Putties and they can fight those metal heads for us!” “Yeah, Finster!” chimed in Squatt. “We can help you make all the Putties we’ll need!” Finster didn’t look convinced. “I suppose we could. Maybe I could make a monster or too.” Squatt and Baboo shook their heads furiously. “Oh no, Finster!” urged Baboo. “We don’t time to waste for you to cook up a fully powered monster!” “That’s right!” said Squatt. “This is an emergency! We need Putties, and we need them now!” Finster thought for a second then nodded. “Yes. I’ll do it. And once my Putties defeat those robots, Rita will be so proud of me for saving her palace!” Squatt nudged Baboo. “Who does this dogfaced geek think he is? This was our idea!” Baboo slapped Squatt on the back of the head and joined Finster at the Monster-Matic. “Who cares? Those robots will be here any minute! Let’s make some Putties!” The trio of monsters quickly started feeding clay molds into the Monster-Matic, as the droids outside drew closer to Rita’s palace. B103 pointed at the strange structure. “We’ll make that our base of operations. We can use their communications to contact the fleet. Be alert!” “Roger roger,” the droids answered in chorus. Suddenly the droids heard a strange murmuring sound. A platoon of Putties leapt and tumbled from behind the rocks and landed in front of them, burbling in their sinister voices. Some of them were outfitted with clubs and swords in place of their arms. B103 pointed his rifle at them. “Halt! You are now prisoners of the Separatist Alliance! Identify yourselves!” The Putties answer was to charge into the front line of droids, murmuring excitedly as they bashed and sliced. B103 opened fire and called to his troops. “Don’t just stand there! Blast ‘em!” OK: There are 300 B1 Battle Droids, fully armed. They don’t have any of tanks or fighters and the carrier is now completely wrecked. Finster, Squatt, and Baboo have the entire supply of monster making clay to make more Putties, with a few of them being outfitted with clubs and blades. Whoever is able to defeat the opposing army and capture/hold on to Rita’s palace, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE The marketplace of El Dorado was in chaos. First a strange dark cloud wreathed in lightning appeared on top one of the stalls. Then the girl Chel came running towards it as fast as she could with the golden jaguar held tight in her clutches. But before Chel could reach the opening a loud explosion was heard that sent everyone running for shelter. It was Anamaria, firing a shot into the air to clear the area. Chel paid no notice as she scrambled onto the stall only for the cloud to vanish once again. “OH COME ON!” Chel yelled in exasperation. She leapt off the stall just in time to miss the blade of Anamaria’s cutlass. Chel took off running again with Anamaria hot on her heels, and a troop of temple guards behind her. “Stop them! Stop those thieves! In the name of Tzekel-Kan the High Priest! Don’t let them get away!” Chel knocked over a table of a wine maker, causing several jars to crash behind her. Anamaria pulled up short from the debris, allowing the lead guard to catch up with her. Anamaria blocked his spear’s thrust with her cutlass, and another swing chopped it in half. She pushed over some more wine jars into the guard’s path, and spun around to look for where Chel had gone. In a moment she spied her, heading up the steps of one of the temples. Anamaria took the steps two at a time in pursuit. Chel ran out onto the precipice that jutted out over the entrance to Xibalba. She ran to the edge and looked down at the swirling waters below. She took a hesitant step back until she heard a threatening sounding click behind her. “Hold it right there, girl. Turn around, slowly.” Chel turned to face Anamaria, standing a few feet away and pointing her pistol at Chel’s head. Panting heavily, Anamaria held out her free hand to Chel. “No more games. Hand over the statue.” Chel responded by holding the statue behind her in her left hand, over the edge of the cliff. “Look! That stupid cloud? That’s how you got here, right? That’s how you get back to wherever you came from. Swear that you will take me with you, or I drop this!” Anamaria took another step forward, causing Chel to step even closer to the edge. There was the sound of thunder in the air. “I don’t want to have to shoot you, girl, but I’m either taking that statue, or I’m making sure that you dropping it will be that last thing you ever do. Now hand the blasted thing over. Now!” Chel gave a glance into the depths of Xibalba, seeming to consider Anamaria’s words. Then she gave rueful laugh, and turned to look back at the pirate with a dangerous look in her eyes. “You want the ‘blasted thing’? Ok. Fine. Catch!” Chel threw the statue into the air, causing Anamaria to run forward to catch it. Chel then leapt off of the precipice into space. Anamaria ran to the edge and looked in shock as she saw Chel, with the statue caught in her arms, fall closer and closer toward the whirlpool… …right into the dark cloud that was floating above it. “NO!” Anamaria cried, as a final roll of thunder sounded and the cloud disappeared from view. Anamaria fell to her knees, knowing that she had failed in her quest. But her mourning was interrupted as she lifted up by her arms by two temple guards. They spun her around to face the High Priest Tzekel-Kan and Chief Tannabok. “So,” sneered Tzekel-Kan. “This is the infidel who would dare steal the treasure of the gods?” Anamaria kicked and thrashed to free herself but the guards stood firm. “We should send her to Xibalba for her desecration!” Tannabook held up a hand and turned to face the two guards that Chel had drugged. “What say you? Is this the one who attacked you?” The guards looked sheepishly at each other, heads still aching from the potion. “Chief, forgive us. We remember that someone was trying to steal the statue and we know Chel was there, but we don’t remember this one.” Tzekel-Kan gave a snort of disgust. “Bah! Chel is a troublemaker! She probably was working with this outsider to steal the jaguar!” “But if they were working together,” Tannabok mused. “Then why would they be chasing each other all over the city?” Tzekel-Kan scowled as Tannabok turned his attention back to the guards holding Anamaria. “Take her to the cells below the temple and keep her under guard. We will need time to consider this matter. Then we will see what punishment is fitting for those who steal from the gods.” Anamaria’s eyes widened as she looked back toward the whirlpool below. She redoubled her struggles to escape but the guards carried her away back into the temple. Tannabok looked down at the entrance to Xibalba. Tzekel-Kan stood beside him with his arms folded. “Far be it from me to speak ill of the dead, Chief Tannabok, but our city will surely be a more peaceful and secure one without that impudent child around.” Tannabok continued to stare into the waters, a tear running down his cheek. “Yes. A pity.” For Chel, her journey was quite unusual. One moment she was falling through the air towards a strange cloud that led to gods know where, then she found herself gasping for air in a strange metal bowl filled with water. Tia Dalma took Chel’s hands and helped her out of the cauldron, allowing her sit hunched over on the floor. “There there, child. Everything is alright now.” Chel looked nervously at the woman with strange teeth standing above her. She held up the jaguar statue, still dripping from the contents of the cauldron. “Uh…I think you wanted this thing?” Tia Dalma chuckled as she took the statue from Chel. She set it down on her table as she continued to speak with Chel. “I most certainly was wanting this thing. But I was expecting someone else to deliver it.” Chel squeezed some water out of her loincloth and followed after Tia Dalma. “Look, I didn’t know what was going on! I just wanted to get that statue so I’d have something to trade once I got out of the city!” “Don’t worry, child,” Tia Dalma soothed. “No harm will come to you. But I must send you back to when you came from.” Chel looked confused. “When? Just where did I wind up anyway?” Tia Dalma paused and cleared her throat, knowing this would be a shock. “Child, you have been brought some 200 years from where you were.” Chel’s eyes widened, and she clasped her hands over her mouth. Tia Dalma thought for a moment that the poor girl was crying. Actually she was laughing excitedly and jumped in the air with glee. “200 years?! Hahaha! Brilliant! Imagine what the world must be like out there! I can’t wait to see it!” She ran to the door but was stopped by Tia Dalma grabbing her by the back of her top. “Whoa there, child. You know nothing about that world! It would be too dangerous. I need to send you back to you home, where you belong.” Chel turned to face Tia Dalma with pleading eyes. “But don’t you understand? I want danger! Excitement! I don’t want to spend my entire life stuck in that city! I want be out there!” Tia Dalma slowly tried guiding Chel back to the cauldron. “I’m sorry, child, but it can’t be done. You have much waiting for you in you time. Now, come along.” Chel pulled away from Tia Dalma’s grip and held out her hands desperately. “Wait a second! You sent that lady to my city from here. If you can send people whenever you want, then you don’t need to send me back right now. I could maybe go out and explore, then you could send me back right when I left! That way, none of my people will know that I was gone!” Tia Dalma turned away to hide a smile of approval. She kept her tone of voice stern as she responded to Chel. “And how long would you be going exploring for, child?” Chel twiddled her fingers nervously as she considered. “Well, er, maybe something like, er, three years?” “Three months.” “Two years!” “Six months.” “One year! And I’ll promise not to cause any trouble!” Tia Dalma thought for a moment, then turned back to face Chel. “Very well, child. I will give you one year. But on this condition. After that year has passed, you will come back to my home, and I will send you back to you golden city. But you memories of you journeys will be hidden from you.” “What are you saying?” Chel asked agitatedly. “You mean I’ll have an entire year’s worth of adventures and I won’t remember any of them?!” Tia Dalma put her arm around Chel’s shoulders as she walked her to the door of the shack. “Oh no, child. In you dreams, you will see and remember what you had done. But you must not take knowledge of the future back with you. But don’t worry. You will not spend all you life in you golden city. Great things are coming, adventures that you will play a part in. For that, you must go back, but still with an adventurer’s heart. Are we agreed?” Chel looked out the door to the mysterious bayou, her imagination running wild thinking about what lay beyond. She grinned and shook Tia Dalma’s hand. “You’ve got a deal!” The two women stood side by side in the doorway. “Tell me, child. Did you mean what you said? That you would cause no trouble?” Chel’s grin grew wider as she crossed her fingers behind her back. “Of course I did! Don’t you trust me?”

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Philippa Forrester: Hello, everyone! Don’t adjust your sets, it’s me, Philippa! That’s right, I’m going to finally get to do commentary for a TCC match! And not just any match! The TCC have decided to have a special July 4th themed battle. Not too sure if it’s a good idea to have a Brit like me call this bout, but hey. What can you do? Haha. And it’s going to be between the Invaders squad of Captain America, Bucky, the Human Torch, Toro, Miss America and the Whizzer, versus the Freedom Fighters team of Uncle Sam, Doll Man, the Human Bomb, the Ray, the Phantom Lady, and the Black Condor. Now since the boys are busy watching Kor vs Drogo, we are actually outside of the arena. We have been set up here in an area we like to call the Gorge. It looks kind of like those giant rock quarries you might have seen in the Power Rangers, you know? Lots of open space for multi-person matches like the one we’re about to see! We have quite a few fans here to watch the spectacle from the edges of the quarry. I’m sure we’re in for some great action with these two… Chloe Bourgeois: Helloooo, everyone! Philippa Forrester: Chloe?! Chloe, what are you doing here? Chloe Bourgeois: What do you mean, what am I doing here? I’m here to call the match! Philippa Forrester: What! But I thought you were preparing for your rematch with Trini? And how could you get the TCC to let you do commentary? Chloe Bourgeois: Oh puh-lese, Philippa. Didn’t you see the numbers my fight with the Yellow Loser did? That was thanks to MY adoring public. So the TCC is letting me give the people want they want: more me! Philippa Forrester: Oh joy. What a thrill for us all. Chloe Bourgeois: And as far as the rematch goes, it doesn’t matter what the TCC will announce after those two, ugly guys beat up on each other. I will beat Trini Kwan in two straight falls, and everyone will know that Queen Bee is unBee-table. Ha ha! See, it’s funny because I’m Queen Bee and… Philippa Forrester: Moving right along, here comes the squads for today’s 4th of July special match. First, here come the Invaders! Leading the way are Captain America and Bucky! Chloe Bourgeois: Not all that impressive. That outfit looks nothing like it did in the movie. Philippa Forrester: Because, Chloe, that’s the Captain America from World War II. This is long before he became an Avenger. And here comes the Human Torch and Toro. Chloe Bourgeois: Unbelievable! Is this team so lame they had to steal someone from the Fantastic Four? Philippa Forrester: No, Chloe! That’s the original Human Torch. The original Torch was an android and Toro was his young sidekick, who also has flame based powers like him. Chloe Bourgeois: So, this guy is an android? Philippa Forrester: Yes, Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois: A robot? Philippa Forrester: Yes, Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois: So why is he called the “Human” Torch? Philippa Forrester: … Umm. Moving right along, we have flying into the battlefield Miss America, who will be sure to bring her strength to the fight. And streaking in at a blinding pace we have the Whizzer. Chloe Bourgeois: Mmph. Hee hee. Philippa Forrester: Something funny, Miss Bourgeois? Chloe Bourgeois: Huh? Oh nothing, nothing. Philippa Forrester: And, anyway, here comes the Freedom Fighters into the Gorge. Uncle Sam is in front with Doll Man perched on his shoulder. Chloe Bourgeois: Seriously? What’s his super power? Bad fashion sense? Philippa Forrester: He happens to draw his power from the patriotism of those around him, and with this being a 4th of July crowd, he might be at his strongest. He’s flanked by the Human Bomb and the Ray, who both should be interesting match ups for the Human Torch and… Chloe Bourgeois: Ugh! Get a load of those outfits! Philippa Forrester: …And there are Black Condor and Phantom Lady. Chloe Bourgeois: What kind of costumes are those? Were they going to the pool and got lost? Philippa Forrester: Are you going to say anything worthwhile or are you just going to be the fashion police? Chloe Bourgeois: Hey! It’s not my fault these so called heroes don’t have my style! Philippa Forrester: Oh whatever. Captain America and Uncle Sam are moving to the center of the Gorge to meet with the official for the face off. Referee: Good evening, gentlemen. This will be an elimination style contest between your two squads. Elimination occurs via knockout or submission. Once your opponent’s team has been completely eliminated, you will be declared the victor. Is that clear? Captain America: Understood. It’s an honor to finally meet you, Uncle Sam. I’m sure we’re going to have a great contest today. Uncle Sam: No doubt, sonny. But be sure to tell your fellers to not hold back. Cuz my gang sure won’t. It’s the Fourth of the July! Lets put on a show these folks won’t forget! Philippa Forrester: There’s the handshake and the team captain’s return to their corners. 12 Golden Age legends are almost ready for combat! Chloe Bourgeois: I sure hope so. I wouldn’t want to have my first time of commentary be for a boring fight! Philippa Forrester: The official is giving the signal! Referee: Combatants ready? 3. 2. 1. Commence combat! Philippa Forrester: And the Whizzer is first to charge into the fray and YOWCH! The Ray caught him with a blast of light and he collapses to the dirt! The Ray: Your fast, Whizkid, but your not faster than light! Miss America: Bob! Hold on! Chloe Bourgeois: Now the girl in the cape wants some too. But that Blue Condor is there to meet her in air and catch her! Philippa Forrester: That’s the BLACK Condor, Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois: Well, if he’s going to have so little to wear, he should of at least gotten it in the right color! Black Condor: Sorry, Miss. But it may be a lot easier for you if you surrender. Miss America: Let me go! Don’t you know that’s no way to treat a lady? Hah! Philippa Forrester: Miss America is just to strong as she throws Condor off of her. He is able to stay in flight but now he has an angry super hero on his tail. Chloe Bourgeois: Now what about Bucky and uh… Toro? Looks like they’ve got that trashy Phantom Lady cornered. Bucky: Careful, Toro! She may look good, but she’s no pushover! Maneuver 6! Toro: Sure thing, Bucky! Philippa Forrester: Toro bursts into flames and takes off into the air, as Bucky goes in for the attack! Hold on! He’s stopping! He looks frozen in mid-punch! Chloe Bourgeois: Ha ha! Now look at him flying backward to the ground! Super hero? More like super clumsy! Philippa Forrester: It’s not clumsiness, Chloe, it’s Doll Man! He’s small but still has the strength of a full grown man and he caught Bucky completely off guard! Phantom Lady: Well done, Darrell. Now stand clear! A blast of my blackout ray should put him down for the count. Chloe Bourgeois: So much for Captain America’s sidekick. HEY! Wait a second! Philippa Forrester: You spoke too soon, Chloe! Toro launches several fire balls at Phantom Lady to fend her off and give Bucky a chance to recover. Chloe Bourgeois: Well, at least she won’t be overheated in THAT costume. Philippa Forrester: Meanwhile we have the Torch vs the Bomb. Bomb is launching blast after blast into the air at the Human Torch! Now Torch is sending a stream of fire at Bomb! That suit can withstand a lot of punishment but who knows how long it can take this from Torch! Chloe Bourgeois: Meanwhile the guys in red, white, and blue are going toe to toe. Uncle Sam has grown several feet taller and is trying to overpower Captain America, but Captain America’s shield is holding him off! Uncle Sam: Face it, Cap! I’m powered by the patriotic spirit in all Americans, includin’ you! Captain America: That may be true, Sam, but I’m not backing down! Philippa Forrester: Amazing show of strength! But which of these teams will win this July 4th brawl? Chloe Bourgeois: Ah who cares? As long as they come to see me beat up Trini Kwan! Philippa Forrester: Suuuuure. All of you watching at home better stay tuned to see who comes out on top! We’ll be right back! OK: Invaders: Captain America, Bucky, Human Torch, Toro, Miss America, and the Whizzer. Freedom Fighters: Uncle Sam, Doll Man, Human Bomb, Phantom Lady, Black Condor, and the Ray. All are there Golden Age versions at full strength. The team that KO’s and submits all of their competition, wins. Game On! (Also tune it to see Kor vs Khal Drogo at TCC Arena!)

Look upon your executioners killer of Children. - YouTube Game of Thrones: Khal Drogo kills Mago - YouTube

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Andel Sanap: Greetings, fight fans. The time has come for more TCC sanctioned action, coming to you live from TCC Arena. I am Jedi Master Andel Sanap, alongside lead commentator Al Rossi. How was that? Al Rossi: Eh, it’s alright, Andel. Needs some work. Andel Sanap: Oh. Al Rossi: But, folks, we have got a show for you tonight! TCC Arena is still buzzing after the much-anticipated Trini Kwan/Chloe Bourgeois bout ended in a draw. Tonight, a representative of the Transdimensional Combat Commission will reveal the stipulations attached to their two out of three falls rematch to take place during our next broadcast. On top of that, we have got a match guaranteed to be an outright bloodbath, and the combatants wouldn’t have it any other way! It’s Klingon vs Dothraki! Kor vs Drogo! Andel Sanap: I must say that the TCC Arena is looking particularly ..er…aggressive tonight. We’ve already have had reports of several brawls breaking out by the concession stands between the Klingons and Dothraki in attendance tonight. Our security team has made certain that no weapons have been brought in to the arena, but with all these bloodthirsty warriors around, they are just as prepared of going at it with there bare hands! Al Rossi: And they are all fired up for the opportunity to see one of the greatest Klingon warriors go head to head with the great khal. Both men agree to participate only if the fight would involve no unique maps on the battle terrain, and that the fight would be to the death! Andel Sanap: Do you think they know that Mercy is ready to use her power to revive them if they are killed? Al Rossi: Do you really think they would back out of this fight if they thought one of them could actually die? Andel Sanap: Point taken. Well, we did try sending one camera team to Khal Drogo’s locker room, and unfortunately all the crew ended up getting beheaded. But we did leave a camera for Dahar Master Kor, to say a few words before this fight begins. Kor: Ha! Greetings to you all! I am Kor, Dahar Master of the Klingon Empire. When I received word of a place of combat, where the greatest warriors in the universe could do battle, I knew it was the place to prove the strength of the Klingon heart to all who dared to see it. Many have tried to dissuade me from making this fight a fight to the death. But I know when I look into the eyes of this Drogo that is what he wants, as well. A warrior’s heart burns in his chest, a heart that thrills to the call of battle! It will be a great honor to enter the arena and face such a warrior. But know this, horse rider. Know that before you stands the victor of the Battle of Klach D’kel Brakt! I am Kor! Son of Rynar! And for all Klingons who are gathered here this night, I make this vow. Blood shall be shed! Bodies will be broken! And Kor will stand in triumph over you, Khal Drogo. And it will be…glorious. Ha HA! Qapla’! Al Rossi: A truly Klingon response. But, umm, Andel? Andel Sanap: What is it, Al? Al Rossi: Something’s been nagging at me. Philippa is usually the one to do the interviews. I know she wasn’t one of the people sent in intensive care by the Dothraki, but why wasn’t she the one to interview Kor? Andel Sanap: Well, Al, you see…Oh look! We’re getting the signal from the battle terrain. It is set in it’s base map, just a plain sand floor. Let’s send it to Justin Roberts for the introductions. Al Rossi: Justin Roberts?! But what about Philippa…? Andel Sanap: I’ll explain later, now please be quiet! Justin Roberts: Hello, everyone and welcome to TCC Arena! The following contest is a singles bout and is TO! THE! DEATH! Introducing first, from the Klingon homeworld of Qo’noS, he is the Dahar Master, Koooooooor! Al Rossi: A rousing cheer from the Klingon delegation as Kor enters the battle terrain. He is in Klingon armor, carrying a bat’leth in one hand. He raises it in salute to the Klingons in attendance. He appears to be also armed with d’k tahg dagger, and a short bladed mek’leth, both hanging from his belt. But what is going on, Andel, with Philippa? Where is she? Andel Sanap: Shh! Wait until we’re underway and I’ll tell you then! Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Essos, he is the great Khal, Khaaaaaaaaal Drogooooooooo! Andel Sanap: Khal Drogo is coming out to the battle terrain with his arakh sickle blade held high above his head. The Dothraki crowd are going wild and we haven’t even started yet. Despite the fact that this will be essentially a one on one sword fight, the TCC have decreed that the protective screen will be activated to make certain that none of our viewers decide to jump into the action. Al Rossi: And there they are! Nose to nose in the center of the terrain. The referee is raising a hand to them both to get them to go back to their corners and OHMYGOD! Andel Sanap: Drogo brought his blade down and sliced off the official’s arm! Kor swings his bat’leth, but Drogo blocks the strike! Drogo is not armored like Kor, but that might help him be quicker and outlast Kor in this fight! Al Rossi: Alright, Andel. The fight’s started. Where the heck is Philippa? Andel Sanap: Well, for your information, Al, Philippa is actually going to be doing something other than interviews and announcing. While we are calling this fight, she will be doing commentary of her own for a special 4th of July themed battle! Al Rossi: Really?! I mean, that’s great for Philippa, but what’s the battle? Who’s fighting? Andel Sanap: For that, you’ll have to stay tuned to find out! OK: Kor and Drago are both at full strength. Kor for this battle is 80 years younger than in the clip below, so still in his prime, Klingon speaking. They can use any of the weapons that have been brought into the battle terrain. No gimmicks. No KO’s. Just a good old fight to the death. Game On! (And check out Philippa’s first time at commentary and all the action of the Invaders vs the Freedom Fighters!)

THE BOTTOM LINE Mercy hurried across the catwalk above the warehouse, panting for breath. Her uniform was torn at the sleeve and her hat was lying on the ground 20 feet below her. She looked behind her to see Butler reaching the top of the stairs. His suit and tie had been discarded. His face showed bruises left by Mercy’s kicks, blood dripping from his mouth. He strode across the catwalk toward Mercy, his eyes unblinking and focused on his prey. Mercy reached into a thigh holster, pulled out a revolver and took aim. “Alright, big man. Party’s over. Take another step and you go down.” Butler continued walking toward Mercy. He could hear her voice shake, see her hands tremble as they held her gun. “I said hold it!” she yelled and pulled the trigger. Butler felt the impact as the bullet went through his left shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he had been shot. The bullet had been a small caliber, had gone straight through him. And still Butler marched toward Mercy with his left arm hanging useless as blood poured from the wound. Mercy fired again to the shoulder and again to the gut. But Butler kept on. He knew he had to keep on. Every second this woman spent fighting him was a second not chasing after Artemis. He had a job to do: get the DNA Cannon back to the fairies, and keep Artemis safe. Finally, Mercy pulled the trigger again, and nothing happened but the click of the empty chamber. Mercy’s eyes widened in terror as Butler was upon, grabbing her by the throat with his right hand and squeezing tight. Mercy gasped for air, and her hands reached to her belt for something, anything that could help her. She felt a handle, and lifted it off her back. She pressed a button and heard the crackle of electricity. With a cry of exertion, she slammed the taser into Butler’s neck. His body stiffened but he still held his grip. Mercy screamed as she stabbed the taser again and again into Butler, until finally Butler’s legs gave out from under him. The shock made him let go of Mercy’s throat and she fell to the catwalk breathing raggedly. Butler was delirious in pain, the blood loss and repeated strikes with the taser leaving him unable to do anything but fall on one knee on the catwalk. With rage in her eyes, Mercy charged toward the bodyguard. She threw punch after punch to head of Butler, adrenaline kicking in as she hoisted him up to his feet and left him leaning against the railing. She gave a kick to his gut, causing Butler’s blood to fall on her shoes. She gave leaping knee to his chin that caused him to lean back hard on the guardrail. The full weight of the massive bodyguard was almost too much for the structure to handle. “NOW! For the last time!” Mercy snarled. “YOU! WILL! STAY! DOWN!” Each word was emphasized with a punch to the body, topped off with a spinning kick to Butler’s skull. The barely conscious Butler’s body weight was finally to much for the guardrail. The metal snapped and Butler fell all the way to the floor of the warehouse. Butler fought as hard as he could to stay conscious. He could tell that he had at least 7 broken ribs, and damage to his spine. All he could do was lay there and look up into the eyes of Lex Luthor, holding his jaw. “I must say, Mr. Butler, you sure put on quite a fight. And you throw a mean right hook. But unfortunately, I think it’s safe to say who won this contest.” Every breath Butler breathed put him in agony, but he still drew all the energy he had left to glare at Luthor. “Doesn’t matter. Weapon…safe. Artemis…safe.” Luthor nodded as Mercy finally limped her way down from the catwalk and reclaimed her hat. “True, but the evening still isn’t a total loss. Now I have the most trusted servant of one of the world’s most devious criminal minds as my guest. And trust me, Mr. Butler. We are going to have a lot to talk about. Especially about Artemis’ fairies. Mercy?” The last image Butler saw before falling into unconsciousness, was the heel of Mercy Grave’s boot rushing toward him.

Anamaria leaned on the table in the shack of Tia Dalma, gazing down in annoyance as the soothsayer slowly moved her hand above a pile of bones before her. “Well?” Anamaria asked. “Do you see anything?” Tia Dalma looked up with a smirk. “I see the remains of me dinner. A very fine bird, indeed. Sorry there’s none left to share, child.” Anamaria folded her arms in front of her. “I don’t have time for your games, Tia Dalma! I have come here to ask for your help.” “And for what would you want help, child?” Tia Dalma asked as she leaned back in her chair. Anamaria walked around the shack, being careful to dodge the bottles, pouches, and dead animals hanging from the ceiling. “I know you have power, Tia Dalma. Powers that men are afraid to ask you to use. But I am here to ask that you use your power to give me what I want: a ship, and a crew to sail her.” Tia Dalma’s finger stroked her cheek as she thought. “Ship? Crew? Hmm, child, I fear you may have traveled far to come to the wrong place. Perhaps you’d do better to find ships in Tortuga.” Anamaria’s grip on the hilt of her cutlass tightened. She spun around in anger. “I’ve BEEN to Tortuga! That’s where your precious Jack Sparrow marooned me! For the second blasted time!” “Ah, witty Jack,” Tia Dalma chuckled. “Always in trouble with a woman.” Tia Dalma’s musings were unheard by Anamaria as she continued to vent her frustration. “I was a fool to trust him again! I thought he had changed, that he would finally keep his word and give me a ship of my own. But no! He takes the Black Pearl to Tortuga for supplies, then he leaves me behind! I’d kill that drunken buffoon!” “Not such a buffoon, to lead you astray twice, yes?” asked Tia Dalma. Anamaria fell silent and looked away toward the window and the bayou beyond. “Ah yes,” whispered Tia Dalma. “The mind may be fooled only once, but the heart can be tricked a thousand times by the same man.” Anamaria walked with purpose back to the table and sat down. “I’m not here to talk about Sparrow! I want to captain a ship again. But I barely had enough gold to book passage here. Half the sailors on Tortuga wouldn’t sail under a woman captain, and the other half think I’m an idiot for letting Sparrow play me twice. That’s why I need your help. If you could give me some kind of spell or potion, anything. I would forever be in your debt.” “You need not speak of debt with me, child,” Tia Dalma spoke warningly. “But I do not give without payment.” Reaching into her belt Anamaria pulled out a small pouch and put on the table in front of Tia Dalma. “That is all the gold I have left. If you give me what I ask, half of what my crew takes will be yours for as long as I sail.” Tia Dalma looked bored at the pouch and opened it. She pulled out one of the gold doubloons and bit it with her pointed teeth. Then she tossed the coin over her shoulder and brushed the pouch off the table, letting the contents spill out over the floor. Anamaria looked at Tia Dalma in shock. “Huh. Worthless,” said Tia Dalma. “This does not show me you heart. Where did you get it? Pointing your pistol in the back of some wig-wearing man on a dark night? Standing on a street corner selling apples?” Her smile grew suggestive. “Or perhaps something even more valuable?” Anamaria pulled out her cutlass and pointed it at Tia Dalma’s throat, her eyes filled with rage. “Hold your tongue, witch, or I swear by my mother’s eyes I will make sure those will be the last words you ever speak!” Feeling the point of the blade against her neck, Tia Dalma’s expression remained undisturbed. “If you cut out me tongue, then how can I give you spell?” The pair stood frozen, until Anamaria gave a frustrated sigh and sheathed her sword. Giving a comforting smile, Tia Dalma rose from her seat and came closer to Anamaria. “I see you wish to return to the sea. To be master of you own fate. But the spell you ask for is powerful. And if I give it, I must know the strength of you heart. You courage. You cleverness.” “Then tell me what I must do to prove it, and it will be done” Anamaria said determinedly. Tia Dalma motioned for Anamaria to follow her further into the shack. They finally came upon a rusty, metal cauldron. It’s contents were swamp water and brown bile with a stench that made Anamaria feel ill. Pulling down a green bottle from the ceiling, Tia Dalma poured the contents into the cauldron. The red liquid smelled even more foul than what was in the cauldron, but once it hit the surface, the liquid began to become clear. Apart from the ripples, the center of cauldron looked almost like a glass mirror, and within the reflection an image began to take shape. It was a golden statue in the shape of jaguar in mid pounce, sat upon a stone pillar. “Long, long ago,” Tia Dalma intoned. “When the Spaniards first found they ‘new world’, they told many stories. Magical beasts, a fountain of youth. And a city made of gold.” Anamaria gave a humorless laugh. “Huh. El Dorado. It was just a story, the Spanish found nothing.” Tia Dalma held up a finger in warning. “Just because nothing be found, doesn’t mean nothing be there. There was a city of gold, and this statue was one of them greatest treasures. And thought the city has long fell to dust, I know how to bring you to the jaguar. Find it. Bring it back to me. That will be your payment, and I will grant you what you ask. Are we agreed?” Anamaria looked at the statue until the image of it faded away in the cauldron. She took a breath to steady herself, then turned to face Tia Dalma. “Aye. Now, where will I find this statue?” Tia Dalma pulled down another bottle as her toothy grin widened. “Not ‘where’, child. ‘When’!” With a flourish she tossed the whole bottle into the cauldron, and a flash of light burst out of it. Anamaria shielded her eyes, but even through her fingers she could see that the liquid had turned dark and was spinning around and around within the cauldron. Flashes of light rose from the surface and collided with the rest of the bottles. Suddenly, Anamaria felt the oddest sensation. She felt the force of an invisible hand clamp down on her left wrist and begin to pull her forward. She cried out in alarm and tried to step back but the magic was too strong. She was dragged step by step towards the boiling cauldron, now feeling the grip on both wrists, her ankles and throat. She gave one last attempt at a scream, before there was a second burst of light and a roar of thunder, and the lady pirate was gone. Tia Dalma gazed into the still bubbling cauldron with satisfaction. “Yes, child. Now we see you heart.” The image that Tia Dalma had given Anamaria of the statue was, unfortunately, somewhat misleading. The golden jaguar was sitting on a stone pillar. But the pillar in question was some 20 feet tall. On either side of it stood two temple guards, standing at attention and gazing straight ahead to the entrance of the temple. Suddenly they heard the sound of feet making their way up the steps. They held their spears at the ready, but relaxed only slightly when they saw Chel walk through the entranceway. In her hands was a tray holding a jug of wine and two bowls. “Hey, boys. Hot enough for you?” The guard on the left gave a tired sigh as he gazed longingly at the wine. “Oh yes. This must be the hottest day of the calendar. I can’t remember when it was…” The guard on the right cut him off. “We are here under orders from the High Priest Tzekel-Kan to stand guard over the jaguar until it has feasted on the sun’s rays. It matters not how hot it may get. We will stand guard.” Chel sat the tray on the ground and started pouring wine into the bowls. “And all of us appreciate that so much. But I just figured you might be getting thirsty up here, so I stopped by the cellar to get you some of this.” The guard on the left was about to step forward, until a glare from the guard on the right stopped him. “We are not here to drink, Chel. Get out of here and take your wine with you.” Standing with a bowl in either hand, Chel held them out to the guards. “Oh come on,” she said coaxingly. “I’m sure old Tzekel-Kan won’t mind you having something to cool you down a little. Better that than having you pass out from the heat.” “Oh, can’t we have just a little wine?” the guard on the left pleaded. “I don’t know if I can make it to sunset if it keeps getting hotter. Just a little?” The guard on the right groaned. “Fine. One bowl of wine.” Chel quickly moved toward the guard on the left with her bowls, but was blocked by the other guard’s spear. “But you drink some first.” Chel looked in shock. “Me? Why me? Don’t you trust me?” “No,” the guard said flatly. “I’ve heard the talk about you, Chel. Things tend to go…missing when you are around. You talk about how hot it is? You have a drink of our wine.” Chel sighed, but shrugged and lifted the two bowls in a toast to the two guards. She took a sip from the first bowl, licking her lips as she set it down on the tray. Then she sipped from the second bowl, wiped her mouth with her hand, and moved to set the bowl next to the other. Suddenly, she froze, her hand hovering over the bowl she had set down. Her eyes widened as she stared at her hand. She started breathing shakily, until she became wracked with a heaving cough. Her hands clutched her throat and she fell to the floor, her body twisting and contorting as she moaned in agony. The guards looked on in shock, not sure what to do. Until Chel started giggling, and kipped up back to her feet, completely fine. She gave a bow as the guard on the left sighed in relief. The guard on the right just looked more visibly annoyed. Chel picked up the tray with the bowls and held it toward the guards as she gave her sweetest smile. “Satisfied?” The guard on the right yanked the tray from her hands, taking a bowl for himself then handing the other to his partner. “Enough of your foolishness, Chel. You’ve done what you came here for, now leave at once!” Picking up the bowl, Chel started backing out of the temple chamber, bowing to the guards and the golden jaguar. “My only wish is to serve the gods.” Once clear of the entranceway, Chel quickly dashed to the left and gave a quick look around. Seeing no else near by, she quickly spat out the wine she had drunk but had kept in her mouth. She then poured out the remaining wine and gave a mighty throw that sent the jug flying over the top of the temple and crash somewhere on the far side steps. It would be hours for people to find any trace of the wine now. Chel started counting to herself. “5. 4. 3. 2.” A few seconds faster than she anticipated, Chel heard two thuds from inside the temple. She rushed inside to see the two guards, unconscious and passed out on top of each other, snoring peacefully. Chel clapped her hands in excitement before she focused on the task at hand. Stepping over the guards, Chel started making the climb up the pillar. She grunted as she tried to find a hand hold in the carved stone. Looking up she could see the silhouette of the statue against the sun and sky in the open ceiling. “Here kitty, kitty,” Chel strained. “You’re gonna be my ticket out of here.” Suddenly, Chel heard the sound of thunder. She looked up to see the sun had been blocked by a strange cloud surrounded by lightning. Then a strange looking woman fell out of the cloud, and on top of Chel, causing both to tumble back to the stone floor. Anamaria was too furious to register if she was hurt. She glared up at the hole in the sky until the lightning surrounding it flashed and it disappeared. “You better hold up your end of the bargain, Tia Dalma!” she called to the sky. “Umm, who are you?” Anamaria turned and saw Chel, still hunched over on the floor. Her mind racing, Anamaria struck a bold pose, one she had seen Jack do once or twice to keep people from thinking he was scared out of his wits. “I am the Goddess Anamaria!” she proclaimed. “I have come from the heavens, for I desire to take the golden jaguar with me, to set it amongst the stars!” Chel looked at Anamaria, the stranger’s hand upraised to the heavens and a look of divine seriousness on her face. Then Chel burst out laughing. Anamaria held her pose, but felt more than a little foolish as the girl giggled on the floor at her expense. “Are you serious, lady?” said Chel, once she had finally gotten a hold of herself. “Listen, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but if you’re a goddess, I’m the queen of Xibalba.” Anamaria dropped all pretense and turned to face the pillar. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. The point is I need that statue and I’m going to get it.” She grabbed a hold of the pillar when Chel jumped and grabbed her other hand. “Look, I have plans for that kitty cat too. Maybe we could work out some kind of deal?” “I don’t have time for this! Let go of me!” Anamaria shoved Chel back to the floor. Anamaria felt a twinge of guilt as Chel held her head, but it was washed away when she reminded herself why she was there. That statue was all that stood between her getting a ship and crew. To sail the world again. To get revenge on Captain Jack Sparrow. She swung herself to another hand hold. Years of climbing ships rigging allowed her to move up the pillar twice as fast as Chel had been, and within moments she had reached the top. She quickly grabbed the statue, slid down the pillar a few feet, then jumped the remaining distance, landing alongside the still groggy Chel. “Well?” she called out, her voice echoing in the room. “I’ve got your precious statue! Now how do I get back?” There was another roll of thunder and the cloud reappeared, this time hovering vertically in front of the wall to the left of Anamaria. The pirate strode to the cloud, not seeing Chel stick out her foot. Anamaria fell to the ground still holding the jaguar. Chel leapt on top of her, desperately reaching for the statue. “I tried to be friendly, but you had to be greedy!” Anamaria kicked with both feet and got Chel off her, but in Chel’s hands was her pistol, stolen during the struggle. Chel held it toward Anamaria threateningly. Unfortunately, she was holding it upside down. “Be careful with that!” Anamaria shouted. “It could go off!” Chel swung the pistol like a club toward Anamaria. “Sure thing, ‘goddess’. Now hand over the statue and tell me what that thing…” Chel’s finger accidentally brushed the trigger of the pistol, firing it. Chel yelled in alarm, and the distraction allowed Anamaria jump up and grab Chel, fighting to wrestle the weapon away from her while still holding on to the statue. “Give me that back! Are you trying to kill us both?” The fight was interrupted by a flash of lightning. The women turned to face the cloud as it started to fade away. “No! Nonono!” cried Anamaria. She ran to the cloud but it had disappeared. Anamaria pounded on the wall in frustration. “Curse you, Tia Dalma!” Suddenly, another sound filled the air. Heavy footsteps running up the staircases inside the heart of the temple. The sound of the pistol had alerted the guards. Chel ran to Anamaria and pulled the statue lose from her grip. “That’s my sign! See you around, ‘goddess’. Say hi to the guards for me!” Anamaria leapt after Chel, catching her by the ankles. She fell to ground with a groan as the statue fell from her hands and started falling down the steps of the temple. The two would-be thieves watched the golden jaguar tumble further away. A large group of guards finally reached the chamber. They looked at the still unconscious acolytes near the pillar, then the two women on the floor. Chel and Anamaria looked at each other, then both raced out of the chamber and down the stairs after their prize. OK: Both combatants are at peak strength. Anamaria has a pistol and cutlass, and for the sake of this match let’s say she’s a step below Elizabeth Swan in skill with them (she can hold her own, but won’t be getting in Jack Sparrow level duels). Tia Dalma’s ‘cloud’ will appear throughout El Dorado, staying open for a few minutes at a time before disappearing and showing up somewhere else that is in line of sight with the previous location. The winner of this match must: Evade the guards Find and hold onto the jaguar statue Find the ‘cloud’ and escape through it back to Tia Dalma Game On!

Trust me, dude, from what I've heard, that was one of the least of that films problems. XD

Yep, but if that one ends in a tie, I won't be trying for 3. XD

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: And we’re back, ladies and gentlemen, to what has been an extremely back and forth match up between Trini Kwan and Chloe Bourgeois! The battle has taken the two into the electronics section of the mall map. Chloe’s spinning top is providing an effective shield against Trini’s power daggers, and look out! Chloe’s caught her! Andel Sanap: The cord is wrapped around Miss Kwan’s wrist! Miss Bourgeois yanks and pulls Miss Kwan right into a spinning kick! By the Force! The momentum sent her right into that wall of televisions! Al Rossi: There’s sparks flying everywhere! Trini is trying to get to her feet, but here comes Chloe! Chloe Bourgeois: Ha ha! You’re not so tough! And I always heard Power Rangers were supposed to be…you know…powerful? Listen, I’ll give you a chance to surrender. I want to go check out if there’s anything in this mall worth spending Daddy’s money on. Trini Kwan: Never! I’m a Power Ranger! A defender of the Earth! I’ll never give up! Especially to a stuck-up girl like you! Chloe Bourgeois: UGH! Fine! Have it your way! Andel Sanap: Miss Bourgeois charges in, swinging her top. She leaps over Miss Kwan and snags her with the top once again! A mighty heave from Miss Bourgeois! Al Rossi: Oh my God! She sent Trini through the storefront window! They were up on the 3rd level! Trini went all the way down into the food court! She’s laying demorphed in the remains of what was an Orange Julius and she is looking in a bad way. Andel Sanap: The official is there to make the count. Even fully morphed, that was still a hellacious fall. Al Rossi: Here comes Chloe, leaping down the levels to get to the food court. She’s looking more pleased with herself that usual. Referee: 4! 5! 6! Andel Sanap: Just a moment! Miss Bourgeois is grabbing the official! What is she trying to do? Chloe Bourgeois: Will you hurry it up?! I’ve got places to be! Count her out already! Referee: Hands off! Combatants will not make contact with the official! I need to make an uninterrupted 10 count! Touch me again, and you will be disqualified! Chloe Bourgeois: How dare you! Just do your job and get it over with! Al Rossi: Chloe’s ego is coming to bite her. She just inadvertently gave Trini more time. Now the referee is starting the count all over again, but now Trini is struggling to her feet. Andel Sanap: Miss Kwan has been in ferocious battles before, but not like this without the other Power Rangers. She’s looking for something. She was checking her belt and now moving debris around. Al Rossi: I know what she’s trying to find. Her morpher! It’s over there in front of the Arby’s! Must have flew off in the impact! Trini sees it too! Chloe is too busy haranguing the official to notice! Andel Sanap: Now she’s spotted Miss Kwan scrambling to the morpher! She leaps on top of her! She’s got a headlock cinched in tight! Chloe Bourgeois: I knew it all along! You’re nothing without that goofy morpher! This is it, Yellow Ranger! Trini Kwan: Ugh! I’m not done yet! Al Rossi: Trini is fighting to her feet! The Yellow Ranger cheering section is going ballistic, urging her to fight back! Andel Sanap: She’s got her hands free! Miss Bourgeois still won’t let go! Miss Kwan’s has her head! Got her! A beautifully executed toss by Miss Kwan! Al Rossi: Trini runs to the morpher! Chloe looks livid! She’s activating her Venom power! The top is ready to strike! Andel Sanap: Miss Kwan has her morpher! Miss Bourgeois is charging in to strike the finishing blow! Trini Kwan: Sabretooth Tiger! Chloe Bourgeois: Venom! Al Rossi: Oh my God! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Al Rossi: Umm…ladies and gentlemen, I wish I could describe what just happened, but even I’m not sure! Trini started her morphing sequence just as Chloe used Venom, there was a huge burst of blinding light, and now both Trini and Chloe are detransformed and laid out on the battle terrain! Andel Sanap: The official is looking as baffled as we are, Al. But since both combatants are down, he must start the count. The fans in TCC Arena are growing uneasy. They don’t know what happened either. Al Rossi: The ref is at 6 now, and the boos are starting to rain down. Please don’t let it end like this! Referee: 8! 9! 10! Andel Sanap: And that’s 10! He’s signaling to the time keeper, the match is over! Al Rossi: But who won the fight?! He’s talking to Philippa, and she’s getting a microphone. Maybe now we can get some answers here. Philippa Forrester: Ladies and gentlemen, the official has made his decision. Due to both combatants being unable to answer the count of 10, the official’s decision is this match has ended in a double KO, and is therefore a draw! Andel Sanap: A correct decision by the official, but certainly not a popular one. Al Rossi: Sabrina is rushing to Chloe’s side to give her some water, and look! There’s Kimberly, the Pink Ranger, checking to see if Trini’s ok! But, Andel, I’ve got word from the Control Room and they think they have something that might explain how this match turned out. Control Room! Roll the footage. Andel Sanap: Well, it’s a close up Trini’s morpher in slow motion. She’s going through the gestures to activate the morphing sequence, pushing the morpher forward. And, yes, there’s Queen Bee’s stinger! It nailed the morpher right on the power coin just as the morphing sequence was about to start! Al Rossi: Maybe Trini’s power coin and Chloe’s Miraculous both charging at the same time caused a feedback that took them both out. A freak accident, but one that’s left us without a definite winner for the first time at TCC Arena! Oh now what? What’s Chloe doing? Chloe Bourgeois: A draw?! This is ridiculous! Utterly RIDICULOUS!!!! I won that fight! I’m the winner! Sabrina Raincomprix: You sure did, Chloe! You’re a natural winner! Kimberly Hart: Are you two crazy? It was a tie. You both fought incredible. You were really impressive, Chloe. It was a great match. Chloe Bourgeois: Don’t play that game with me! It’s all your fault, Trini Kwan! You just had to ruin my debut match, didn’t you? Trini Kwan: Look, I’m not thrilled about how that ended either. I’m ready to go again right now, if you want. Chloe Bourgeois: Puh-lease! Like I would waste my time with you again. Everyone with a brain knows that I could beat you anywhere, anytime. Philippa Forrester: Wait just a minute, Chloe. I’ve been sent a message over my earpiece from a representative of the TCC. He’s wanting to make sure that TCC matches have a clear winner. Therefore, he has decreed that you will fight Trini again at a date to be determined, in a two out of three falls match! Chloe Bourgeois: What?! No! That’s not fair! Why should I have to have a match like that because a stupid ref can’t do his job? Philippa Forrester: Well, you can refuse if you want, Chloe. But the TCC have also informed me that if you don’t face Trini Kwan, after all the chaos you caused during the Rose/Ladybug match, you will receive a permanent ban from competing at TCC Arena! Chloe Bourgeois: RIDICULOUS! UTTERLY COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS! Trini Kwan: Ridiculous or not, it looks like we’ve got a rematch. You’re an amazing fighter, Chloe. But I do believe that I can beat you. I’ll face you in that two out of three falls match. If you’re up for it. Chloe Bourgeois: Argh! Fine! You’re on, Trini Kwan! But after that fight, you’re going to keep wearing that helmet, because after I beat you, you’ll never want to show your face again! Andel Sanap: A not too friendly handshake and some more trash talk, but Al, it looks like it’s official! Trini Kwan vs Chloe Bourgeois II, Two out of Three Falls! Al Rossi: And for a match type like that, you know that the TCC have something up their sleeves to make certain that there is a winner. We will all need to stay tuned in the coming weeks for developments, but for now, this is Al Rossi for Andel Sanap and Philippa Forrester saying so long from TCC Arena! Good night everybody! Rita Repulsa: Argh! A draw?! I didn’t pay for these tickets for a draw! Audrey Bourgeois: Andre! Call the lawyer! We’ll sue!

THE BOTTOM LINE The Biker Mice drove their cycles expertly passed startled citizens with the Street Sharks’ vehicles hot pursuit. “Now?” asked Vinnie. “Not yet,” said Throttle. “Wait until we’ve got a clear shot.” The mice quickly turned into an alley, and primed the rockets on their bikes. “Wait for it, bros,” Throttle cautioned. He held up a paw as the roar of the Street Sharks’ engines got louder. He swiftly brought down his paw on the trigger for his rockets. “NOW!” All three mice launched their rockets down the alley and straight into the Street Sharks as they passed by. The sharks yells of alarm were drowned out by the screeching cry of twisting metal. The mice pulled out of the alley and saw the Street Sharks trying to pull themselves out of the wreck. A news helicopter flew over the accident. “Ha ha! Alright!” crowed Vinnie. “We got ‘em good! Now let’s go whip some tail!” Before Throttle or Modo could stop him, Vinnie revved his engine and charged toward the sharks. Slammu snarled fiercely at the oncoming mouse and raised his fists. “Come and get turned into seafood, hairball!” Slammu’s punch caught Vinnie’s bike right on the front tire stopping it dead in it’s tracks. The unfortunate mouse flew into the air and into the waiting arms of Jab and Streex. Jab took hold of Vinnie’s tail. “So you like going for a spin, huh, tough guy?” Jab gave a mighty yank on Vinnie’s tail and sent him spinning down the street back toward Throttle and Modo. The two drove their bikes passed Vinnie as he fell dizzy to the pavement. “Vinnie may be a loudmouth,” growled Modo, charging his arm laser. “But no one beats up on him but us!” Modo fired a series of blasts at the sharks that they all managed to dodge. “Let’s put the bite on ‘em, bros!” called Ripster. “SHARK ATTACK!” they all yelled. Ripster and Streex leapt in front of Throttle and Modo’s bikes. Opening their jaws wide, they brought them down hard on their front tires. Throttle and Modo jumped off as their bikes were swiftly devoured. Throttle looked stunned as the sharks stood up from their meal. “Whoa! And Charley says we have big appetites.” Modo readied his arm to fire again but Slammu was already on him, throwing a fierce shoulder tackle that slammed him into a brick wall. Throttle whipped his tail around Slammu’s waist, lifted him up and threw him on top of Streex and Jab. Throttle pulled out his laser pistol and pointed it at the fallen sharks. “Okay. Fun’s over. I’m sure Chicago’s finest would like a word with you gill brains.” Ripster grabbed Throttle’s wrist and tossed his pistol into his mouth. “You got guts, mouse,” he said between chews. “But no one messes with the Street Sharks!” A punch to the gut and another to face and the leader of Biker Mice from Mars was down on the street. “Way to go, bro!” cheered Streex. “We sure showed ‘em!” The celebration was cut short by the sound of police sirens. Ripster quickly turned to the others. “We got to beat it, guys. We’ll let the cops take care of these bozos. Let’s shark dive outta here!” The Street Sharks dived into the earth, chewing through rock and metal. Their fins could be seen sticking out of the pavement for a moment, until even that had disappeared into the ground. The two police cars pulled up to sight of twisted metal, Modo and Throttle nursing their injuries, and Vinnie stumbling down the street. “What the heck happened here?” the lead officer said. “Don’t ask,” grumbled Modo. Vinnie pointed a finger down the street where Street Sharks had vanished before collapsing. “And…don’t you…come…back. Uhhhh.” The police were generous enough to drive the mice back to Wrigley Field. The trio glumly walked up the stairs that led to their hangout behind the scoreboard. “I can’t believe this! We got our tails whipped by a bunch of fish!” Throttle rolled his eyes as Vinnie grumbled. “Take it easy, Vinnie. What is they say? You can’t win ‘em all.” Modo’s robotic fist tightened. “Well we sure lost today! It’s going to take weeks to rebuild our bikes! Reprogramming the computers! The weapons.” “And you can forget about Charley helping us with that,” said Throttle, looking at the door to the hangout. “We kept her waiting all this time and all we have to show for it are the bruises.” Vinnie grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open. They stepped into the darkened room. “Ah don’t worry about it, bros. Charley knows that a mouse gotta do what a mouse gotta…” The lights switched on and mice stopped short as they saw Charley sitting in a chair facing the door and glaring at them. “Hello, fellas.” Vinnie quickly rebounded and walked over to Charley’s side. “Charley, doll! So sorry to keep you waiting, but you won’t believe what happened! Those guys who ran us off the road? They were those creeps from Fission City! The Street Sharks!” Charley’s eyes grew wide. “Really?” “Yeah! Really!” Vinnie went on. “We challenged them to a race and a fight! We know you’re not big for stuff like that, Charley, but a mouse gotta do what a mouse gotta do!” Charley leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “Well, it must have been some fight, for you guys to keep me waiting here for two hours. I haven’t had a workday this hard in the garage!” Throttle and Modo looked at each other sheepishly. “Well, you see, Charley,” Throttle began. “The fight didn’t go quite as planned and well…” Vinnie quickly cut in. “What Throttle means is, doll, is that those Sharks were a pretty tough crowd of calamari. But we cut ‘em down to size. We chased ‘em out of town! The police were so grateful they even gave us an escort!” Modo facepalmed and groaned. “Vinnie.” Vinnie put his arm around Charley’s shoulder and flexed with the other. “Yeah, you should have seen me, Charley girl. I showed those fish faces who the baddest mamma jamma on the planet really is.” “Hmm,” said Charley. She picked up a remote control off the floor and turned on the tv. On the screen, an excited newswoman was speaking. “And we’re back with more footage from the incredible brawl that took place downtown today! Those local legends, the mysterious so-called Biker Mice, mixed it up with Fission City’s public enemies number one through 4, the Street Sharks! A fight that our hometown heroes unfortunately came out of the worst for wear.” The mice looked from the screen to Charley. Vinnie’s face nearly dropped to the floor. “Uh…Charley…” Charley held up a hand to silence him. “Shh. I don’t want to miss your part.” The mice watched in embarrassed silence as the image on the screen changed to various helicopter shots of their bikes getting eaten by the Street Sharks and Vinnie getting spun by his tail down the street. “Police are advising all Chicagoans to be on the look out for the Street Sharks,” the newscaster continued under scenes of the battle. “If you see four multicolored fins tearing down the street, call this hotline immediately. The police want to stress to Chicagoans that they should not engage the sharks in anyway. Just take a look at what they did to the Biker Mice! We’ll be back with more continuing coverage of this story…” Vinnie quickly grabbed the remote off Charley’s lap and switched off the tv. Charley looked up at him with a smirk. “So…who’s the baddest mamma jamma on the planet?” Vinnie chuckled nervously and looked to Throttle and Modo for help, but they looked as embarrassed as he did. Vinnie gave a tired sigh. “Look, Charley girl, I’m sorry about all this. We should have been here helping you, not messing around with those deep, blue creeps.” Throttle and Modo moved to Charley’s chair by Vinnie. “He’s right, Charley,” said Throttle. “We won’t let that happen again.” Modo nodded. “You can believe that.” Charley chuckled as she looked at the downcast faces of her friends. “Well, maybe not ever again. The way you guys always get into trouble is part of what makes this fun.” Vinnie gave a whoop and posed. “Ow! Ha ha! You better believe it, Charley girl! We’re your go-to party animals!” Throttle started heading for the bunkbeds in the corner. “Well, there won’t be any party tonight. Time to hit the hay.” “Yeah,” yawned Modo. “We’ve got to get started building our new bikes tomorrow.” Charley rose from her chair and headed for a table covered in a sheet. She took on end of it and looked at the mice with a grin. “Oh, that’s too bad. What am I going to do with all of this then?” She pulled the sheet off the table and mice’s jaws dropped. On the table were piles of burgers, hot dogs and root beer. “While you were out doing was mice gotta do,” Charley continued. “I was working on getting this place in order. The management gave it their seal of approval and, in appreciation, gave you guys all this free food as a reward. But, since you’re all too banged up and tired I suppose I could throw it all out.” The mice all rushed to the table, Vinnie getting there first. “Whoa whoa whoooooa, there Charley girl! There’s no need to be hasty! I mean, uh, it’s good have a big meal after a long day battling sharks. Er, right, Throttle?” Throttle grinned, picked up a root beer and cracked it open. “You got that right, Vincent. And you know what they say, right, Modo?” Modo already had a hamburger in each paw. “A mouse gotta do what a mouse gotta do! Pass some mustard over here!” The mice quickly set upon the food, eating, laughing, and arguing over who got beat up worse in the fight with the Street Sharks. Charley sat down in her chair. She rested her head on her hands, rolled her eyes and smiled as she gazed at the Biker Mice from Mars. “My heroes.”

No kidding! Now I have to think of an ending for that! XD

Harley vs. Mercy - YouTube And since I refuse to acknowledge the existence of the Artemis Fowl movie: 'Artemis Fowl' Prologue and Chapters 1 & 2 - Artemis Fowl Confidential (artemis-fowl.com) Artemis Fowl - Eoin Colfer - Google Books 90 to 94

Butler slid open the door of the LexCorp warehouse and looked inside. It was a large, empty space only lit by a few flickering ceiling lamps. There was a walkway that ran around the second story of the warehouse, with paths crossing from one side to the other. Butler turned to face Artemis, standing just behind him. “It appears all clear inside, Artemis.” Artemis Fowl stepped into the warehouse and Butler followed, closing the door with his right hand and holding a large metallic briefcase in the other. “Far be it from me to question your instincts, Butler,” Artemis said dryly. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if we were not alone. I’m sure our business associate is here already.” Butler mentally noted his laxness and looked out again into the darkness to be sure. Suddenly, he could hear the faintest sound of movement in the distance. Butler dropped the case, reached into his shoulder holster, and took aim with his Sig Sauer. “Hold it right there,” he said coldly. “Step forward slowly into the light with your hands raised.” The two figures walk towards Artemis and Butler. One was an attractive woman dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform. The other was a bald man in a black business suit and white tie. “Your man is as good as his reputation says, Artemis,” Lex Luthor smiled as he lowered his hands. “I’ve heard impressive things about the training of the Butler family. I’ve often thought about purchasing their services for myself.” Artemis gave a similarly put-on smile in response. “It would be a very wise investment, Mr. Luthor.” “Perhaps,” said Luthor. “But I’m quite satisfied already with the professionals I’ve chosen to surround myself with.” He glanced at Mercy who gave a confident look as she crossed her arms in front of her. Artemis nodded in approval. “But I understand you are a very busy man, Mr. Luthor. And I know you respect time as a commodity not to be wasted. If you would bring out the merchandise, we can proceed with our arrangement.” The boy’s straightforwardness was strangely refreshing to Lex, who wished his business partners three times his age would carry themselves so professionally. He nodded to Mercy, and she stepped back into the darkness and returned a moment later with pushcart carrying a wooden crate. Butler handed Artemis the briefcase and picked up a discarded crowbar off the floor. He walked to the cart, with Mercy blocking his path. Butler gave his best stone faced glare as Mercy merely smirked and stepped aside. Butler swiftly pried the top off of the crate and looked inside. Suspended in a clear plastic was a metallic turret. Butler instantly recognized it from the files given to him by the LEP. It was a fairy DNA Cannon. His expression gave away nothing as he lifted the turret out of the crate and showed it to Artemis. “This is it.” Mercy rolled the cart back into the shadows as Lex went on. “Of course. According to our agreement. A curious device. One of my research teams stumbled on a site in Bangladesh. The whole area was very unstable. They only had time remove that device before the whole place was leveled. My scientists believe it can be programmed to kill individuals or groups based on their DNA. Unfortunately, they have hit a brick wall on getting it to actually work.” Artemis set the briefcase on the ground and opened it, revealing it to be full of stacks of $100 bills. “Also according to our agreement,” Artemis said, locking the case and holding it up to Luthor. “Fifty million dollars for the weapon. I use my contacts to try to get it functional, then you and I mass produce and sell it, splitting any profits going forward.” Luthor took the briefcase from Artemis. “A very neat arrangement. As the cliché goes, a pleasure doing business with you.” Artemis gave a look to Butler and both started walking for the door. But then Butler heard a sound he knew too well. The sound of an automatic weapon being made ready to fire. Both Artemis and Butler froze as Mercy aimed a machine pistol at the back of Artemis’ head. Luthor walked around Mercy’s line of fire to Artemis’ right. “But there is something that puzzles me, Artemis,” Luthor said. “Despite being a criminal, my sources never told me you were one for weapons smuggling. They seemed to suggest your interests were more fanciful in nature.” Artemis continued to look straight ahead at the door to the warehouse, only 6 feet away. “I’m unsure what you mean, Mr. Luthor. I need to restore my father’s empire. It requires vast sums of money. I may not enjoy being a gun smuggler, but I am not one to allow an opportunity to pass me by for no reason other than questionable morality.” Luthor chuckled as he stopped a few feet away from Artemis. “And that’s why I thought I’d enjoy doing business with you, Artemis. But my sources were painting a very curious picture. The picture of a young boy genius, wise beyond his years. Who, strangely, had developed a rather peculiar obsession. A desire to learn any information related to creatures who lived beneath the earth. A race that ordinary people would refer to as…fairies.” Butler’s grip tightened on the DNA Cannon. A single bead of sweat began to show on Artemis’ brow. “Merely a hobby,” Artemis stated. “Studying legends and folklore helps me learn more about the inner workings of the countries they spring from.” “But they are more than legends, aren’t they, Artemis?” Luthor’s voice grew chilling as he drew closer to Artemis. “That weapon is unlike any made on this planet. And even though my survey team couldn’t collect much data, they could tell that base had to have been developed by an advanced organization. So why don’t you stop trying to play me for a fool, and tell me what you really know about that weapon?” Butler had heard enough. He leapt over Artemis and tackled Luthor to the ground, getting one good punch to his jaw before Mercy could open fire. Artemis dropped to the ground and Butler slid the DNA Cannon to him. “Quick, Artemis!” he shouted. “Get to car! Tell Juliet to take you to airport!” Artemis picked up the cannon and quickly scrambled behind a concrete pillar. “What about you?” he yelled. “Don’t worry about me!” snapped Butler. “I’m doing my job! Your job is to get that back to Holly and the LEP where it belongs. Go!” Mercy started reloading her weapon, and Artemis ran toward the door. She took aim at the boy again. “Oh no you don’t, you little brat.” Her attention diverted, Mercy failed to see Butler charging at her. He delivered a kick to her gut that sent her flying back and the gun falling from her grip. Butler pulled out the Sig Sauer and took aim as Mercy attempted to catch her breath. “Listen, little girl. My advice for you is to stay down.” Mercy chose not to take Butler’s advice. Instead she delivered a kick that swept the legs out from under Butler. With the bodyguard off balance, she leapt up and sent another kick straight into his jaw. Butler staggered back, holding his jaw and staring at Mercy as she adjusted her hat and took a fighting a stance. “I didn’t get where I am by staying down, moron.” Butler cracked his neck, adjusted his tie, and matched Mercy’s stance. “You will.” OK: Both combatants are in near peak conditions, save the injuries they’ve taken so far. They also have access to any human firearms they’ve used in their shows/books. The fight must stay inside the warehouse. Two stories, catwalks, lots of space to brawl. Whoever knocks out the other and walks out of the warehouse, wins. Game On!

The Kwicky Koala Show: The Complete Series - Clip "Robinson Caruso" - YouTube At the risk of promoting another person's team, here's a short clip from one of the Kwicky cartoons.

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*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Hellooooo, fight fans! Welcome back to TCC Arena, and no, your eyes did not deceive you! The marque is shining bright and declaring that our next fight will be a battle of teenagers with attitude! The Yellow Ranger Trini Kwan, and Queen Bee Chloe Bourgeois! I’m Al Rossi with Jedi Master Andel Sanap, and Andel, I’m fairly certain no one expected to see Chloe at TCC Arena in the audience again, let alone on the battle terrain following the fiasco of her last visit. Andel Sanap: Correct, Al. Miss Bourgeois was in attendance for the first TCC sanctioned match up between Ladybug and Ruby Rose. However, she had felt that the TCC had personally insulted her by not having Queen Bee in action. This led to Miss Bourgeois being akumatized and creating havoc backstage and on the battle terrain before Ladybug and Miss Rose could apprehend and de-akumatize her. Al Rossi: After much speculation by the public, the TCC have decided to allow Chloe her moment in the spotlight. But she may have gotten more than she bargained for. The TCC have personally chosen Trini to be Chloe’s opponent. Philippa tried to have an interview with the Yellow Ranger, but things didn’t go like she planned. Let’s go to the footage. Philippa Forrester: I’m here with Trini Kwan, the Yellow Mighty Morphin’ Power Ranger. So glad you could take some time to chat for a bit. Trini Kwan: No problem, Philippa. I’d be happy to answer any questions you have. Philippa Forrester: Great! Now, going into this battle with Chloe Bourgeois. How are you preparing for this fight? Trini Kwan: Well, I’m certainly not going to underestimate Chloe. Some people may think she’s a little…arrogant. But I know she’s a skilled gymnast and fighter. And she can… Chloe Bourgeois: Hellooooo, everyone! Trini Kwan: …always surprise you. Philippa Forrester: Chloe! What are you and Sabrina doing here? Chloe Bourgeois: Sabrina! Sabrina Raincomprix: Oh! Right! Er..Chloe was wanting… Chloe Bourgeois: Ahem! Sabrina Raincomprix: Sorry! The er…Wonderous Queen Bee was wanting to let you know she’s ready for her interview. Philippa Forrester: But I offered a chance for you to be interviewed and you said no! Chloe Bourgeois: Well, I wasn’t ready then! I’m ready now! So stop making excuses and start asking me questions! Trini Kwan: I have a question. Why do you have to be such a brat? Chloe Bourgeois: Ugh! And just who do you think you are? Don’t interrupt things that don’t concern you! Trini Kwan: Funny, I thought this was my interview. Chloe Bourgeois: Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! I only have one thing to say! This fight will be the first of many victories for Paris’ greatest hero ever Queen Bee! And you can go back to whatever juice bar you came from! Sabrina! Sabrina Raincomprix: Coming, Chloe! Philippa Forrester: I’m sorry about that, Trini. Trini Kwan: It’s ok. But I can tell you one things for sure: when that fight starts, Chloe Bourgeois is going to get a real lesson in humility. Andel Sanap: And Al, as a result of that confrontation, both fighters have decided to waive the prefight face off. They just want to go straight to the action. Al Rossi: And so do we, Andel! Along with all the fans here at TCC Arena. Power Ranger fans and Miraculous fans alike have gathered to cheer on their heroes. The battle terrain has been formatted to the Lakewood Shopping Center map. It is a three floor mall filled with a variety of stores ranging from sporting goods, toys, clothing. There’s even a food court in the center. Plenty of places where this fight could go and tons of equipment our combatants could use. Andel Sanap: Now let’s go to Miss Forrester with the introductions. Philippa Forrester: Welcome everyone to TCC Arena! The following fight is a singles match scheduled for one fall, winner to be decided by knockout or submission. Introducing first, from Paris, France, she is the wielder of the Bee Miraculous. She is Queen Bee, Chloeeeeeeeee Bourgeooooooooooooooois! Andel Sanap: Chloe barely waves to the crowd as she makes her way to the battle terrain. She’s being accompanied by Sabrina, her…Um…Al, is friend the correct term? Al Rossi: If friend means someone who does your homework for you, yes. But right now, Sabrina is carrying a case with her. What does Chloe have in mind? Philippa Forrester: And her opponent, from Angel Grove, California, she is a member of the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. She is the Yellow Ranger, Triniiiiiiiiiiiiii Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Al Rossi: A burst of cheers and applause as Trini takes her place opposite Chloe. Chloe motions to Sabrina, who opens up the case. Seriously? She’s taking out the Bee Miraculous and handing it over to Chloe? Andel Sanap: Does seem rather unnecessary, Al. The Bee Miraculous is in the form of a hair comb. Chloe could have just worn it to the battle terrain. She didn’t need to go through all of this. Al Rossi: Just her way of showing off to the crowd and Trini. She puts on the comb and that summons Pollen, the bee kwami bonded to the Miraculous. Pollen: At your service, my queen. Chloe Bourgeois: Get ready, Pollen. We’re going to teach Little Miss Morphin’ some manners! Andel Sanap: Trini looks unfazed. She’s holding her morpher at the ready. The referee gives them the signal. Referee: Combatants ready? 3. 2. 1. Commence Combat! Chloe Bourgeois: Pollen! Buzz On! Trini Kwan: It’s Morphin’ Time! Sabretooth Tiger! Al Rossi: Both ladies transform into their costumes. Trini flips into the food court and Chloe uses her top to sling herself to the upper level. Chloe Bourgeois: Ha ha! Puh-lease. There’s no way you puny Power Ranger can beat me! Trini Kwan: Don’t be so sure, Queen Bee. Hyah! Andel Sanap: A mighty leap by Miss Kwan to get to Miss Bourgeois! Chloe Bourgeois: Venom! Al Rossi: Oh no! Chloe is activating her Venom ability! If she nails Trini with that top’s sting, Trini will be paralyzed and easy pickings! Andel Sanap: She charges forward to catch Miss Kwan as she reaches the railing and By the Force! Trini somersaulted over Miss Bourgeois and stuck the landing. If Miss Bourgeois hadn’t stopped herself, she could have fallen all the way back down to the food court. She turns the stinger back into a top and lunges toward Miss Kwan. Al Rossi: And remember, Andel, if Chloe does nail Trini with Venom, she’ll have only five minutes to do more damage before the effect wears off and she’ll need to recharge Pollen to stay powered. She better stay close to that food court. In the battle of Bee vs Tiger, who wins? Stay tuned! OK: Both fully powered. They can use anything in the mall to help them in the fight. Whoever KOs or submits the other, wins. Game On!