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All good. Don't want to miss the Black Friday rush to draft Codpiece. XD.

The last draft went live at 12pm Pacific. Maybe check in then? Unless you want to be up 12 hours waiting.

One of those five votes was mine. Have to stand by my team. XD But still, have to make Jason Vorhees my MVP. Without him I wouldn't have won 30 of my 50 points. Not bad for my first tournament.

Tinkerbell soared through the darkening skies, a trail of pixie dust left in her wake. Her thoughts had not been focusing on where she was flying, only subconsciously changing direction to avoid trees or houses. Her mind was filled with the same thoughts. Never again! Never again! That stupid, silly ass! Never again! For years she had been there for Peter Pan, traveling with him around the world and back to Neverland with human children who wanted adventure. Some stayed to be Lost Boys, some asked to go home to their mothers, but Peter always had to find a mother. Or to be specific, a Wendy. Tinkerbell silently fumed, not evening noticing storm clouds forming. It was always Wendy. Oh, the girls may have not had the same voice or face, but Peter was always comparing them to Wendy! After being with him through all those adventures, she would always be second to Wendy. Well, not anymore. No more Neverland, no more Peter. Let him and those Lost Boys find their own way to fly. Tinkerbell’s daydreaming was interrupted by the rumble of thunder. Tinkerbell could feel the rain drops hitting her wings, throwing her off balance as the wind knocked her off course. She squinted her eyes to see if there was any shelter from the storm up ahead. Before her was the gloomiest house she had ever seen. The shutters banged open and shut, and a vulture was perched on the roof. Tinkerbell flew to a window that was open a crack and attempted to squeeze through. Unfortunately, she found herself stuck halfway. Cursing her hips, Tinkerbell heaved at the same time as the storm winds pushed the window open and sent her tumbling to the bear rug. Tinkerbell rose to her feet, flapping her wings to dry them faster. She walked across the rug, and looked around the room. Mounted animal heads hung from the walls, a harpsichord was sat in the corner, and the room was only lit by two candelabras dripping wax on the floor. Tinkerbell made her way over to the fireplace, and turned to allow the heat to dry off her wings. She had just turned back to warm her hands, when she felt a sudden rush of air and heard the sound of glass slamming down around her. Tinkerbell was trapped in an upturned fish bowl. Tinkerbell looked up and saw a girl in a blue dress and pig tails. Her hands were firmly pressed on the sides of the bowl, and she wore the most serious expression Tinkerbell had ever seen on a child. “Well? What have you to say for yourself?” the girl said. Tinkerbell pounded on the walls of bowl, her voice jingling furiously. The girl raised her finger to her lips to shush her. “Now, there’s no need for language like that. Grandmama had told me stories about people like you. You’re a fairy, aren’t you?” Tinkerbell continued kicking and hitting the bowl. The girl leaned in closer. “Well, that is unfortunate. Because I don’t believe in…” Tinkerbell froze. She could feel her heart tightening in her chest. “…Trespassers,” finished the girl. Tinkerbell gave a sigh of relief, sinking down to the floor. The girl looked down with a smug look at Tinkerbell. “I had wondered what it would look like to see a fairy die. But, luckily for you, I must admit to being bored here by myself. Mother, Father, and the rest all went to California to watch the wildfires. It all seemed a little to cheery for me. So they let me stay behind. But now, I wouldn’t mind having Pugsley around to play with.” Tinkerbell’s ears pricked up. Perhaps she could get on the good side of this human, and she would let her go. She jumped to her feet, waving and pointing to herself. The girl cocked her head. “You would like to play?” Tinkerbell nodded excitedly. “Do you know how to play tag?” Tinkerbell gave a friendly smile, and ‘tagged’ the inside of the bowl. “Very well. We will play tag. I’ll let you out of the bowl. If you can evade me for one hour, I’ll let you leave unharmed. And I will be trying to tag you, with that.” The girl pointed across the room to a wicker chair. On it, sat a crossbow and a quiver of arrows. Tinkerbell’s smile died on her lips. “I have been meaning to practice my archery,” the girl explained. “And it is better with a moving target.” Tinkerbell scooted to the far side of fishbowl, as far as she could get from the girl. She gave an impatient look. “Now don’t back out now. You can either agree and have a chance to leave, or be difficult and force me to express my beliefs on fairies.” Tinkerbell glared up through the glass, then motioned across her heart. The girl sighed. “Promises? Oh very well. I, Wednesday Addams, solemnly swear to only attempt to kill you by items in this house, not by expressing disbelief of any kind. You have my word as an Addams. Do we have a deal?” Tinkerbell gave a moments thought, as she did, feeling how her wings had dried out. She nodded up at Wednesday. “Very well, fairy, let the game begin…now!” Wednesday lifted the fishbowl off the ground, but Tinkerbell stayed sat on the floor. Still holding the bowl, Wednesday leaned over. “Didn’t you hear? I said the game had begu….” Before Wednesday could finish Tinkerbell took flight, buzzing past her head and grabbing her by the pigtails. Wednesday gave a cry and threw the fishbowl to the ground shattering it. Tinkerbell yanked on Wednesday’s hair and sent her spiraling around the living room. Giving one last tug, Tinkerbell let go and Wednesday slammed into a wall, causing a mounted moose head to fall on top of her. Tinkerbell took a moment to laugh at the girl with the head of moose, until Wednesday moved it aside. She gave a look that could barely pass for a smile. “Well, this will be more fun than I thought.” Wednesday lunged for the wicker chair, grabbed the crossbow, notched an arrow, and fired. Tinkerbell dodged left, and the arrow embedded itself in the wall. Tinkerbell flew to the window she got in by, only to find it latched shut. Another arrow narrowly missed her, ricocheting off the window and into a suit of armor. As Tinkerbell sprinted up the stairwell, with the sounds of the mad girl readying another arrow right behind her, she promised herself that if she survived the next hour she would be heading straight back to Neverland. Peter might be tiresome with his ‘Wendy’s’, but at least none of them used her for target practice! So….. Tinkerbell: Wins by evading Wednesday for one hour. Wednesday Addams: Wins by shooting/capturing Tinkerbell The mansion is locked shut. Wednesday and Tinkerbell can use anything inside the mansion, but Wednesday cannot simply say, “I don’t believe fairies” and kill Tinkerbell. Game On!

Done and done.

Never mind. Found it. Let the games begin and the best team win!

Where will matches themselves be posted? I can't find Round 1.

OK, let's try this again. Doc Holliday The Phantasm (Comics) Scourge (Marvel) Carter Grayson Domovoi Butler Does it work?

Sorry, disregard.

Gambit Jack Sparrow Carmen Sandiego Visser Three Seven of Nine

0 for Alex Mack vs. Visser Three, but I don't really count that because no one rated it. So I guess my actual lowest was a 1.5 for General Woundwort vs the Hound of the Baskervilles.

The TYGER Security truck stopped inside the walls of Arkham City. "Alright, nuts!" yelled one of the guards. "Out of the truck!" The security guards brought out the two prisoners at gunpoint. The male crept nervously out of the truck. While the female remained in the same silent stupor she had been in for the entire journey. The only noise that came from her was thrumming of the metal band secured around her forehead. The guards shoved the male with his rifle. "Move it, Stiles! We haven't got all night!" The guard's attention was so focused on the prisoner, he failed to notice a white rat coming out from his pant leg and scurrying into the street. The man fell to his knees, pleading. "Please! Don't leave me here! It wasn't my fault! It was Ben! He turned against me!" The lead guard laughed. "Yeah, Stiles. It was all the talking rat's idea. Take a page out of the lady's book a shut up." He winked at the others. "Not like she's got a choice with that collar on, huh boys?" The other guards laughed at the joke. The leader prodded Willard with his rifle. "Come on, rat boy. Get on your feet. Don't you want to see your new home?" Willard looked up at the guard, his eyes glaring through his tears. "You are not a good person, you know that? Socrates is coming with his friends to tear you up." The lead guard held up his hands in mock terror. "You don't say! Oh dearie me! And I guess old Socrates is right behind me, right?" For the first time in the exchange, Willard smiled. "Actually, he's on your left shoulder." Instinctively the guard turned to his left shoulder, and saw a white rat staring back at him. With a shout of surprise, the guard swatted the rat away, but he suddenly could hear squeaking noises coming from his feet. The pavement seemed to be alive with hundreds of rats. The other guards yelled and screamed in pain as the rats went to work, biting and tearing through their uniforms and into their skin. Soon the soldiers were all on the floor writhing in agony. Willard walked through the turmoil until he had found Socrates. He held out his hand and allowed the white rat to sit in his palm. "Good job, Socrates. Your friends did very good." Willard then pointed to girl, who had stood unmoved during the entire attack. "Help her, Socrates," Willard said. "The thing around her neck hurts her. I feel it. Help her, Socrates. Help." The white rat stared at Willard for a moment, then jumped from his hand to the ground. The rats followed and approached the girl. They made their way up her body and began bitinh fiercely on the metal band around her head. Eventually, the band snapped and fell away from the girl's head. The girl collapsed, falling to her knees and sending rats scattering. Willard went up to the girl and leaned over her as Socrates returned to his shoulder. "Are you ok now? I could feel you, you know? In my mind. It was like you were crying out to me, but you didn't say anything. How do you do it? Are you like me?" The girl remained still, but the silence was broken with the sound of gun being cocked. Willard turned to see the lead guard pointing his rifle at him. His body was bleeding from multiple bites and scratches and his uniform was in tatters. "I don't know how you did that, Stiles," he growled, "But I'm thinking that I might just have to kill you before this place does." Suddenly, the rifle flew out of the guards hands and clattered to the street. Willard turned around to see the girl standing straight up and staring directly at the guard. The girl cocked her head, and all of a sudden the guard flew backwards as if he had been hit by a cannonball and collided into a wall of one of the buildings. The guards lifeless body fell with thud on the pavement. Willard looked impressed at the girl as she stood immobile. He walked toward her and offered his hand. "My name is Willard." The girl stared at Willard, then slowly offered up her hand to his. Very slowly and deliberately she intoned, "My name is Carrie White." With that, Willard, Carrie, and Socrates walked out into the streets of Arkham City. OK: Willard: Has Socrates and all the rats in Arkham City. Carrie: Weakened by the effects of the collar, but will return to full strength gradually. Arkham City: Pre video game. Willard and Carrie have to work their way through Arkham City, and defeat all the villains within. Game On!

The moon shone over the moors in the lands of the Baskervilles. General Woundwort gazed with his one good eye on the desolate landscape. The rabbit had traveled many miles from Watership Down, far from the new warren made up of the deserters of his kingdom. In his mind, Woundwort hurled curses on all traitors and deserters. And the dog. Especially that cursed dog! He still felt the twinge of pain when he breathed, a souvenir of his battle with the dog that the traitors had led into him and his Owsla. The dog had slaughtered all of his rabbits and took Woundwort to the limits of his strength. When the general had last saw the cursed beast, it was lying down in the grass bleeding from countless blows from Woundwort's claws. No creature, elil or rabbit, could ever defeat Woundwort in a fight. A piercing howl shattered Woundwort's thoughts. His ears shot up, listening intently, trying to pinpoint the sound. Woundwort turned slowly, as the sounds of some beast approaching came closer and closer. Suddenly, a large shape burst through the shrubbery before the deposed general. It was a dog unlike any Woundwort had seen before. It's fur had an unearthly glow, and it's eyes shone like fire. The dog snarled at the general, crouching and ready to strike. Woundwort glared with his eye. "So, dog, you want a meal, do you? Well, I've already sent one of your brothers to the Black Rabbit, and I'll be more than willing to do the same to you!" General Woundwort lept at the hound, claws extended. The hound snarled and let out a howl to the moonlit sky, and pounced. OK: Woundwort and the Hound are the same size and at full strength. Fight takes place in the moors surrounding Baskerville Hall. Fight goes on until one of the animals is no more. Enjoy!

Huh.

Guess I should have picked characters better known than Visser Three and Alex Mack.

Ok, possible dumb question. How exactly does a fight get scratched?

No specific book. Just Visser Three at his strongest from the book series as opposed to the less impressive TV series.

Al Rossi: Hello, everybody! Welcome back to another edition of the Nineties Wrestling Federation! This is Al Rossi and Andel Sanap and we have another cracker tonight! Andel Sanap: Indeed, Al. The leader of the Yeerk invasion Visser Three has issued an opened challenge to the NWF locker room, and tonight we will see who answers it. Al Rossi: But before that, let's show you some of the final moments of our last match as Slappy and the Haunted Mask took on Crimson Clown and Ghastly Grinner. Let's roll it! Al Rossi: And were back, ladies and gentlemen! Haunted Mask really beating down the two clowns! Slappy really seems to be letting Mask do most of the damage! Andel Sanap: Not necessarily, Al. Slappy blew some sort of green smoke into the eyes of Crimson and Grinner, blinding them. This allowed Mask to get the upper hand. Al Rossi: Wait a minute! Slappy's telling Mask to stand back! Maybe Slappy wants to get a few of his own licks in on these two! A couple of boots to the head of Grinner! Andel Sanap: Look! The Clown is back up! Mask and Slappy don't see him! Al Rossi: Oh my goodness! Crimson used his magic and tied up Mask with red streamers! Slappy hasn't even noticed yet! Andel Sanap: But he does now, Al! Slappy staring into the eyes of the Crimson Clown! Slappy: You're gonna need to do better than that to scare me, bozo! Andel Sanap: Grinner's back up! Kick to the back of Slappy and now the Living Dummy is down! Al Rossi: Uh oh. Crimson Clown's using his magic to grow! He's big enough hold the tied up Haunted Mask with one hand! Andel Sanap: And now the Grinner is picking up the unconscious Slappy by the legs. He motions to Crimson! What in the Force are these two doing? Al Rossi: I think baseball season is coming early, Andel! Ghastly Grinner: BATTER UP!!!! HAHAHAHAAHA! Al Rossi: The wind up, the pitch... Holy cow! Crimson turned the Haunted Mask into the Haunted Fastball, while Slappy became the living baseball bat! The force of the collision knocked the Mask off it's host, who is now unconscious in the middle of the ring! Andel Sanap: While the blow caused Slappy's head to shatter, allowing the spirit to escape harmlessly into the ether. I do believe it's game, set, and match to the clowns. Al Rossi: What a match up for the first edition of the NWF, eh Andel? Andel Sanap: Indeed, Al. And I doubt that that was the last we will see those four compete in the NW... Visser Three: <ATTENTION, PITIFUL HUMANS!! BE SILENT IN THE PRESENCE OF VISSER THREE!> Al Rossi: Um, sorry, Andel. From that thought speak, I take it that Visser Three is ready for action. Visser Three: <LOOK UPON ME, HUMANS! THE GREATEST WARRIOR IN ALL THE COSMOS! THE MOST FEARED CONQUEROR IN THE UNIVERSE! THERE IS NONE IN THIS PITIFUL NWF WHO CAN DEFEAT ME IN SINGLE COMBAT! ONCE I HAVE BESTED ALL OF YOUR HEROES, THEN THIS EARTH WILL SUCCUMB TO THE ALL POWERFUL YEERK EMPIRE!> Alex Mack: Oh shut up! You're giving me a headache! Al Rossi: What!? It's Alex Mack on the ramp! Alex Mack: You talk like you have never been beaten. But the only thing you're known for is losing to kids like me. Visser Three: <IMPUDENT BRAT! YOU WILL PAY FOR MOCKING ME!> Al Rossi: Incoming tail blade! Look out, Alex! Andel Sanap: Do not fear for her, Al. She has morphed into liquid form. Al Rossi: But where did she go? She moves so fast. Visser's eyes, all four of them, are scouring the arena. Visser Three: <AHHHHHHHH!> Andel Sanap: The Visser is jumping in pain! Al Rossi: Ha! Alex demorphed underneath him and gave him an electric shock! But now Visser's got a bead on her. Ouch! Andel Sanap: A swipe with the tail blade sends Alex Mack to the outside! Looks like the Visser plan's to do some morphing of his own! Al Rossi: Who will be victorious? OK: Visser Three: Book version. At full strength. Alex Mack: 1 year older since we saw her at the end of "Secret Life." Same powers, just a little more experience at using them. Fight takes place in a standard wrestling arena filled with fans. Fight goes on till one fighter is down. Who wins? You decide. Enjoy!

http://www.electricferret.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=25753&st=0&do=findComment&comment=342716 Here's my submission for the April Challenge. Fantasy vs. Comics. Elf vs. Elf. Haldir vs. Cutter

The messenger knelt down before the thrones of Galadriel and Celebron. "My lord and my lady, Elrond of Rivendell calls for your aid." Galadriel peered down on the elf. "We assumed there was trouble in Rivendell by your presence, sir. Your wounds are of one who has walked through a great struggle." The voice of the messenger grew angrier. "My lady, I have borne witness to a heresy unlike any seen in this Middle Earth. Four days past, a bright light appeared on the outskirts of the Lonely Mountain. My lord Elrond sent a party to investigate. We found the mountain deserted, save for the bodies of countless goblins. They had been put to the sword and had seemed to have been mauled by their own wargs. Later that evening, we heard the cries of a hundred wargs fill the sky. Before we could comprehend what was happening, Rivendell was overrun with a score of warriors riding wargs. They tore through all defense and captured Elrond, holding him prisoner. The worse is that they called themselves elves!" Celebron looked to Galadriel. "Elves riding wargs and attacking Rivendell." "Their leader, Cutter they called him, questioned Elrond," continued the messenger. "He spoke of some place called Sorrow's End and that they had been transported to our land by some magic. He believed my lord Elrond was responsible and demanded he use his magic to send his people back to Sorrow's End." "And you made your escape from Rivendell to give us this news?" concluded Galadriel. "Cutter has decreed that if my lord Elrond does not reverse the enchantment, Cutter will lay waste to Rivendell. He says that Elrond is not a true elf, that Cutter is a child of the High Ones. My lady Galadriel, rally your forces and let us destroy these imposters!" Galadriel raised her hand and the messenger fell silent. "This Cutter is truly a formidable warrior. He feels that he has been wronged, and will go to any lengths to achieve his goal. He will not listen to reason. I shall send my marchwarden Haldir to Rivendell. Challenge Cutter to single combat. If this Cutter is victorious, we will sue for peace and use all within our power to send his people home. And if you are victorious, Haldir, you will give Cutter's followers a choice: peace or destruction. Do you accept this charge?" Haldir saluted Galadriel. "I live to serve the lady of the wood. Rivendell shall be reclaimed!" OK: Both Haldir and Cutter are at full strength and have their usual weapons. Movie version of Haldir, comic book version of Cutter. Haldir is on horse, Cutter is on wolf. Have fun!

Al Rossi: Good evening, fans, and welcome to the premiere bout of the Nineties Wrestling Federation! I'm Al Rossi and I'm joined at the announce table by my buddy Jedi Master Andel Sanap! Andel, truly this will be a great moment of fighting history. Andel Sanap: Indeed it is, Al. The NWF is setting out on journey to give the fans to give the best action possible, featuring the finest gladiators that the great era known as the Nineties has to offer. And tonight, we are about to bear witness to a tag match between the 4 of the most fearsome creatures of the decade. Al Rossi: Andel ain't exaggerating, folks! It's Goosebumps versus the creations of the Midnight Society! Killer clowns Ghastly Grinner and Crimson Clown against the Living Dummy and the Haunted Mask! Wait, hold up. That unnerving piano music! That's the Goosebumps theme! And here comes Slappy and Mask down to the ring! Andel Sanap: It appears that the Mask has found a suitable host for the task at hand. Al Rossi: You're not kidding, Andel! A very impressive physique to be sure, towering over Slappy, and muscular too. Andel Sanap: But do not be deceived, Al. Slappy is not to be taken lightly. Al Rossi: It appears that Slappy has asked for a microphone. Wants to share a few thoughts with this crowd. Slappy: Hello, slaves! Haahahahahaha! Did ya miss me? I know I did! I just wanted to say it will be a pleasure beating these two hacks into submission! You think you two clowns know anything about fear? RL Stine could write circles around the Midnight Society! And if you don't believe me, explain how the Living Dummy and the Haunted Mask are still going strong, while you two are just a footnote in horror history? Hmmm? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Al Rossi: Uh oh. More creepy music! Here comes Grinner and Crimson! Crimson Clown: Slappy! Heh heh heh! You've been a real bad boy! Heh heh heh! And this time, the Crimson Clown is not going to show mercy, no matter how much you beg! Heh heh heh! Ghastly Grinner: Enough of this talk! After I'm done with you, Pinocchio, I'll use you for a doorstop! Al Rossi: Oh boy! The time for talking is over! Grinner and Crimson are charging toward the ring! Here we go! OK: Slappy: Book version, with all powers and weaknesses. At full strength. The Haunted Mask: Book version, with all powers and weakness. Has taken over the body of a man in his early thirties in good physical condition. At full strength. Crimson Clown: TV version, with all powers and weaknesses. At full strength. Ghastly Grinner: TV version, with all powers and weaknesses. At full strength. Fight takes place in a standard wrestling ring and surrounding arena filled with fans. The fight goes on until both members of one side are beaten. Who wins? You decide. Enjoy!