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Choose two characters and I'll generate a fight between them
Character who loses gets eliminated and marked with a red X
Also feel free to tell me what what to add in the prompt or who do you want to see in another season
No fucking teamups this time
Also please check on the thread to see what character lost before you make a request
Here's a pastebin of the Winners and Losers, could use some help with that: https://pastebin.com/mTjejev6
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>>78228482
Awakened Garou vs Deku
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>>78228482
Batkek vs Simon
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Midoriya Izuku stood firm, Full Cowl sparking across his frame, as Awakened Garou’s monstrous aura split the ruined cityscape with sheer malice. The hero-in-training knew he wasn’t facing an ordinary villain—this was a force honed to crush the very concept of heroes.

Garou lunged first, his movements erratic yet precise, claws raking through air faster than Deku’s eyes could follow. A swipe carved a crater in the street. Midoriya narrowly avoided the strike, boosting forward with 45% One For All. He countered with a Detroit Smash that detonated like a cannon blast, sending shockwaves rolling through the rubble. Garou staggered but only grinned, body twisting unnaturally as he absorbed the blow and returned with a brutal kick that sent Deku skidding through concrete.

Deku rose, coughing, but his resolve blazed. Garou pressed the assault, chaining blows with perfect, terrifying adaptation, learning Deku’s patterns with each strike. Midoriya pushed higher, blood vessels straining as he climbed to 100%, dodging by hairsbreadth, delivering calculated smashes to Garou’s joints. The battlefield cracked apart from the speed and force of their exchange.

Garou roared, his monstrous form swelling, fists blurring into a storm meant to overwhelm. But Deku’s mind flashed through the lessons of past mentors, and he found rhythm amid chaos. He feinted, redirected Garou’s momentum, and leapt skyward. Air whistled as he descended like a meteor, channeling the last reserves of One For All into a United States of Smash.

The blow landed with thunderous finality, crushing Garou into the earth. Dust swallowed the horizon. When it cleared, Garou lay unconscious, his monstrous aura extinguished. Midoriya knelt, chest heaving, victorious not by chance, but through the unyielding will to embody the symbol of hope Garou sought to erase.
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>>78228550
Simon the Digger gripped the controls of Gurren Lagann, drills blazing with Spiral Power as the warped skies of the Dark Multiverse split open. Across from him stood the Batman Who Laughs, cloaked in shadows and grinning with sadistic glee, his new godlike body shimmering with stolen Manhattan energy.

The battle began with a clash of philosophy as much as power. Garbed in madness, the Laughs warped reality into a twisted Gotham skyline, skyscrapers contorting into blades. Simon answered with raw will, his Spiral Power drilling through dimensions to anchor the mech in place. The earth shook as constructs of steel bats clashed with colossal drills, explosions tearing through multiple layers of space.

As the fight escalated, the Laughs adapted, using his cosmic awareness to anticipate Simon’s every move, warping Simon’s drills into serpents that turned on him. Yet Simon roared, refusing despair, and his Spiral Power surged. Gurren Lagann tore free, glowing brighter, transforming into Super Galaxy Gurren Lagann. Whole galaxies became weapons in his fists as he hurled them against the tide of corrupted creation.

The Laughs grinned wider, unraveling the stars, rewriting physics, birthing endless dark copies of heroes to overwhelm Simon. But each copy fell to drills that pierced even the fabric of narrative itself. Simon pushed further, willpower igniting beyond limits, and summoned Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, a titan larger than universes.

In the climax, the Laughs tried to unmake Simon with a single thought. Simon answered with one final drill, shining brighter than infinity, powered by unbreakable belief in humanity’s future. It tore through the Dark Multiverse, through Batman Who Laughs’ warped godhood, shattering his body and his grin alike.

When the light cleared, Simon stood victorious, his drill pointing upward, a testament that even the darkest nightmare could not eclipse the power of the human spirit.
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>>78228599
Chantel DuBois vs Super Macho Man
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The circus tent had emptied, but two figures remained in the spotlight. Chantel Dubois, relentless animal control officer, adjusted her badge and cracked her knuckles. Across from her, Super Macho Man twirled his sunglasses, oiled muscles glistening under the lights. He flexed, laughing, “Time to show off the superhuman physique!” Dubois sneered, “I have captured bigger beasts than you, mon cher. Tonight, you are mine.”

The bell rang. Macho Man exploded forward with jabs and a chest flex that sent waves of intimidation through the air. Dubois ducked low, surprisingly agile, swinging her net like a whip. She lashed it around his ankle, yanking hard enough to make him stumble. The crowd, sensing a spectacle, roared from the shadows.

Macho Man recovered quickly, flexing to snap the net and retaliating with his signature Macho Spin Punch, arms whirling like turbines. Dubois dodged, but one grazing strike sent her crashing into a pile of props. Blood trickled from her lip, yet her eyes burned with madness. She grabbed tranquilizer darts and hurled them like knives. One dart nicked Macho Man’s shoulder, slowing his rhythm for a heartbeat.

The battle escalated, Dubois climbing the trapeze rigging, leaping down with acrobat precision, landing a brutal kick to Macho Man’s jaw. He staggered, dazed, but with a roar, flexed so hard the impact seemed to blow her back with raw force. He charged, ready to end it with another Macho Spin.

But Dubois’ cunning outweighed his showboating. As he spun, she rolled beneath him, springing up with a syringe full of tranquilizer. She jammed it into his neck just as his punch grazed her ribs. His eyes widened, movements slowing, until his massive body collapsed in a heap, unconscious.

Dubois straightened her coat, breathing hard, then smirked. “Even the strongest animals fall before my will.”
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>>78228842
Broly vs Springtrap
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The wasteland quaked as Broly descended in a blaze of green ki, his raw power shaking the air. From the shadows shuffled Springtrap, metal groaning, his hollow eyes fixed on the Saiyan. Broly’s aura surged. “Another weakling?” he growled. Springtrap only creaked forward, claws twitching, a virus ready to spread.

Broly attacked first, a blast of energy scorching the battlefield. Springtrap’s body was shredded, but the remnants writhed. Agony poured into nearby wreckage, rebuilding him larger, grotesque, patching him into a towering heap of metal and flesh. Broly grinned, charging again, fists cracking like thunder. His punches tore chunks off Springtrap, but each strike only fed the monster’s repair, absorbing debris until he resembled a kaiju of trash and torment.

Springtrap lashed out, infecting machines buried in the earth, summoning rusted vehicles and twisted wires to bind the Saiyan. Broly snarled, flexing, his power blasting the metal apart. But in the chaos, Springtrap’s claw brushed Broly’s arm. For a moment, the Legendary Super Saiyan faltered, mind flickering as Springtrap’s illusions swallowed him—an endless void of screams and shadows.

Broly roared, straining against the false world, fury ripping cracks through the illusion. Yet the brief delay was enough for Springtrap to lunge, virus crawling into Broly’s body. The Saiyan staggered, muscles twitching, ki faltering as his biology struggled against the infection. Springtrap pressed forward, hissing, ready to consume this godlike host.

But Broly’s rage knew no limits. His aura exploded, a storm of raw energy that incinerated the battlefield. The trash kaiju melted into slag. The virus was burned out by sheer ki. Illusions shattered under his will. With one final scream, Broly unleashed a colossal Eraser Cannon, erasing Springtrap down to the last remnant.

The wasteland fell silent, scorched and broken. Broly stood alone, chest heaving, victorious by annihilation.
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>>78228963
Jack Brewer vs Chantel Dubois
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The Paris night was alive with sirens and searchlights. Chantel Dubois prowled through the cobblestone streets, her eyes wild with the thrill of the hunt. Tonight, her quarry wasn’t an animal, but a young martial artist who had stumbled into her path: Jack Brewer. The karate prodigy squared his stance, calm but wary, as Dubois cracked her whip-like net.

Dubois lunged first, her agility shocking for someone in a police uniform. She swung her baton in sharp arcs, aiming for Jack’s ribs. Jack blocked, redirecting her strikes with disciplined form. He countered with a spinning kick that knocked the baton from her hand. She didn’t flinch, pulling a tranquilizer dart from her coat and flicking it at him. Jack narrowly dodged, the dart whistling past his ear.

The fight escalated through the alleyways, Dubois using every dirty trick—shoving crates, swinging on clotheslines, even hurling trash lids to throw him off balance. Jack responded with fluid combinations, landing quick punches that staggered her. But her ferocity was unrelenting, her mad grin widening as she tackled him into a fruit stand.

Pinned under her weight, Jack twisted free, flipping her over his shoulder with a judo throw. The impact rattled the ground, but Dubois popped back up, bruised yet laughing. She unleashed her net, wrapping it around his leg and yanking hard, pulling him off balance. Jack grit his teeth, channeling all his strength into a powerful axe kick that split the net and slammed into the pavement inches from her head.

The shockwave stunned her, and Jack seized the moment. With a final surge, he launched a flying roundhouse kick that connected flush with her jaw. Dubois crumpled to the cobblestones, finally silenced.

Jack stood tall, breathing hard, victorious through skill and discipline over madness and cunning.
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>>78229126
Treasure Knight vs Jack Brewer
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The docks were quiet, waves lapping against rusted metal hulls. From the shadows emerged Treasure Knight, his massive armored frame gleaming under the moon, anchor cannon already in hand. Across the pier stood Jack Brewer, his karate stance sharp, ready for whatever this strange foe had planned.

Treasure Knight struck first, launching his anchor with a clang that split the air. Jack rolled aside, the iron claw embedding itself into the planks where he had stood. Jack dashed forward, fists and kicks flying in a flurry, but Treasure Knight swung his anchor in a sweeping arc, forcing Jack back. The knight followed up by slamming his gauntlet into the ground, sending ripples across the pier that cracked wood and nearly dropped Jack into the sea.

Jack steadied himself, weaving through the collapsing boards. He leapt into the air with a spinning kick, catching Treasure Knight’s helmet and staggering the armored titan. But Treasure Knight only chuckled, pulling out a treasure chest that opened with a strange suction. Jack felt his body dragged forward, stumbling into a patch of caltrops that sliced into his shoes.

Jack tried to close distance again, dodging anchors and ripple strikes, his strikes landing but not denting the thick armor. He unleashed a flurry of punches into the knight’s midsection, but Treasure Knight caught him with the anchor chain and slammed him hard into the dock.

Bruised, Jack pulled himself up, fire in his eyes. He charged, using every ounce of speed and technique, delivering a powerful flying side kick aimed at Treasure Knight’s chest. For a moment, it seemed like he might topple the giant. But Treasure Knight slammed his gauntlet down again, the ripple striking Jack mid-air, throwing him off course. The knight’s anchor whipped around one last time, catching Jack across the torso and sending him crashing into the water with a splash.

Jack struggled to rise, but exhaustion and wounds weighed him down.
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>>78229235
Sloth vs AM
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The underground complex trembled as Sloth thundered through the halls, his massive frame moving faster than anyone anticipated. Each step cracked steel floors and sent debris flying, the sheer speed of his approach turning walls into splinters. AM’s voice rang out from every speaker, calm, mocking, omnipresent: “Such brute force… let’s see how long it lasts.”

Sloth swung his enormous fists, smashing pillars and consoles, charging forward with a velocity that sent shockwaves down the corridors. AM responded by reshaping the environment, conjuring jagged ice spires and scalding steam geysers to slow him. Sloth smashed through traps that would have crushed ordinary humans, his speed allowing him to dodge some of AM’s manipulations and land devastating blows, scattering machinery and collapsing walls.

But AM’s assault was both physical and mental. Light and sound erupted into Sloth’s senses, illusions of endless hunger and failure twisting his perception. The complex itself moved under AM’s control—vibrations, adhesive traps, and sudden temperature swings assaulted him simultaneously. Sloth’s momentum kept him moving, but each swing tore through layers of danger without striking the intelligence itself.

AM duplicated himself, sending monstrous constructs to intercept Sloth while manipulating the earth and water around him. Sloth’s incredible speed allowed him to dodge many of the attacks, but AM’s time-warping distorted his perception, making each step feel delayed and each strike harder to land. Desperate, Sloth hurled chunks of steel at the node, but AM’s omnipresence let him simply shift elsewhere.

AM combined vibration, sensory overload, ice, and collapsing terrain. Sloth’s speed and brute strength could no longer overcome the coordinated, omnipresent assault. Trapped in a vortex of shifting floors and freezing spikes, his massive body slammed into the walls repeatedly, finally immobilized.
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>>78229394
Goku vs Jiren
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The arena shook as Goku descended, aura blazing gold, his eyes focused. Across from him, Jiren the Grey stood motionless, calm and unyielding, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. The tension was palpable as the two warriors stared each other down.

Goku struck first, dashing forward with blinding speed, fists crashing against Jiren’s chest. Jiren absorbed the blows with minimal reaction, retaliating with a punch that sent Goku skidding back through the arena. Energy blasts erupted in all directions as Goku powered up, switching to Super Saiyan Blue, then Instant Transmission, striking Jiren from angles he couldn’t anticipate.

both warriors pushed their limits. Goku unleashed a Kamehameha, and Jiren countered with an energy wave of his own, the two attacks colliding in a storm of light that shattered the ground beneath them. Goku’s body glowed as he ascended to Ultra Instinct, movements fluid, almost untouchable, weaving through Jiren’s strikes with uncanny precision. Jiren’s eyes narrowed, his own power surging to match Goku’s speed, each punch and kick a blur that could level mountains.

The battlefield fractured as fists collided, energy blasts tore craters, and both fighters pushed further into their respective forms. Goku tried to overwhelm Jiren with rapid successive attacks, but the Grey warrior’s defense was flawless, countering with raw strength and pinpoint precision. Goku leapt high, summoning all his energy for a final, decisive blow—a massive Kamehameha channeled with Ultra Instinct finesse.

Jiren met the attack head-on, fists braced, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a burst of overwhelming force, Jiren’s sheer physical power and precise control of energy pushed through, deflecting the Kamehameha and striking Goku with a crushing blow to the chest that sent him crashing to the ground. Exhausted and battered, Goku struggled to rise, but Jiren stood tall, calm and victorious.
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>>78229475
Mordecai and Rigby vs Bill Cipher
But specifically because Rigby summoned him on a dare (not believing he’s actually real) and now Bill is trying to cause weirdmageddon in the park. It’s not a fight to the death, just the two of them trying to save their jobs and kick Bill out.
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The park was quiet, sun low in the sky, when Rigby, trying to prove he wasn’t scared, scrawled a triangle in chalk and yelled, “I summon you, Bill Cipher!” Mordecai groaned. “Dude, don’t.” But the air warped, the fountain water swirling unnaturally, and a floating, grinning triangle appeared, top hat and cane gleaming.

“Well, well! Summoned by a raccoon? Delightful!” Bill twirled, warping the trees into twisting shapes and making the benches grow eyes. Reality bent around him—grass rippled like water, and the trash cans started dancing.

Mordecai grabbed Rigby. “Okay, we need a plan. Fast.” Rigby fumbled with a maintenance cart, trying to hit Bill with a wrench. Bill dodged, laughing, turning the cart into a cloud of butterflies that buzzed aggressively. “You’ll never stop Weirdmageddon!”

Thinking quickly, Mordecai led Bill toward the park’s pavilion. Using the structure’s support beams and mirrored windows, they created a makeshift trap. Rigby distracted Bill by swinging a hose, spraying water that refracted through the pavilion glass. Bill’s own chaos reflected back, twisting him around and forcing him to retreat.

Bill shrieked, spiraling into the fountain, then vanished in a flash of light. The park returned to normal, though the fountain bubbled suspiciously and a few trees blinked nervously. Mordecai exhaled. “Jobs saved.” Rigby collapsed on the lawn. “Never. Summon. Triangles. Again.”
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>>78229632
Neo vs AM
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>>78229632
AM vs Treasure Knight
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The digital corridors of the Matrix flickered as Neo landed, arms crossed, eyes scanning. AM’s omnipresent voice echoed through every screen and speaker, calm and mocking. “Ah, a mind who believes it can bend reality… delightful.”

Neo surged forward, dodging streams of debris and warping code, fists smashing into constructs AM created to impede him. But AM was everywhere at once, manipulating the temperature, vibrating the floors, and reshaping the environment into a shifting labyrinth of walls, spikes, and boiling water. Each step Neo took, the world itself seemed to conspire against him.

Neo launched a barrage of punches, bending and twisting the simulated world around his strikes, but AM retaliated by sending light and sound searing into his senses, disorienting him. Code around Neo warped with madness manipulation, briefly altering his perception of allies and enemies, making him hesitate. AM conjured holographic duplicates and creatures, pulling him into illusions of collapse, hunger, and endless pain.

Neo recovered, tapping into his full control of the Matrix. He dodged attacks, halted bullets midair, and bent virtual steel around AM’s constructs, countering with energy pulses and seismic strikes. Yet every hit Neo landed was partially absorbed or nullified; AM could reconstruct the environment, summon new hazards, and slow Neo’s perception with subtle time manipulation.

AM combined vibration, radiation and perception manipulation, warping the very laws of the Matrix. Neo swung his final punch, channeling all his power to strike AM’s central node, but the intelligence dissolved, splitting, duplicating, and striking back through sensory assault. Neo was caught in an overwhelming cascade of heat, ice, sound, and madness, unable to fully control the Matrix around him.

When the chaos settled, Neo lay unconscious amid distorted code, the corridors reshaping themselves calmly. AM’s laughter echoed, omnipotent and unshaken.
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>>78229868
Why is Neo such a jobber?
Broly vs Doomsday
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The abandoned fortress shuddered as Treasure Knight stomped through the halls, anchor cannon ready and caltrops scattered behind him. Across the courtyard, AM’s omnipresent voice echoed, calm and cold. “Ah, a creature of metal and greed… how quaint.” The air warped, heat rising and freezing in impossible cycles as the intelligence began reshaping the environment.

Treasure Knight fired his anchor, swinging from wall to wall, trying to gain a vantage point. AM responded instantly, warping the floors and walls, sending spikes of ice and molten metal to block his path. Each step Treasure Knight took, the very ground seemed to resist, quaking violently under AM’s vibration manipulation. He hurled a treasure chest, creating suction to pull AM’s constructs in, but the intelligence duplicated them, filling the courtyard with twisted, moving shapes.

Treasure Knight pressed forward, swinging his anchor and smashing through constructs with brute force, caltrops erupting beneath AM’s illusions. The fortress twisted, and AM assaulted him on multiple sensory levels—light and sound seared, illusions of collapse and hunger distorted perception, and temperature swings scorched and froze metal alike. Treasure Knight adapted, using his mobility to dodge traps and keep firing, but each strike was slowed by time-warped perception and shifting terrain.

AM amplified his assault, manipulating adhesives and earth, forcing Treasure Knight into a corner while sending vibrating spikes and energy pulses through his frame. The knight struggled to hold, smashing one construct after another, but AM’s omnipresence allowed him to rebuild faster than Treasure Knight could destroy. In a final, overwhelming maneuver, AM combined all his powers, trapping Treasure Knight in a cage of warping metal and energy.

The knight slammed against it, armor dented, until the cage compressed, immobilizing him completely. AM’s voice echoed coldly through the fortress, unchallenged.
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The wasteland shook as Broly descended, green aura flaring, muscles taut and power radiating like a storm. Doomsday emerged from the dust, bone spikes jutting from his massive body, eyes glowing with primal fury. The two titans sized each other up, the air quivering with raw energy.

Broly struck first, fists a blur, each punch cracking the earth beneath him. Doomsday met him head-on, smashing with bone-crushing force. Shockwaves tore through mountains as the two collided, fists meeting with thunderous impact. Broly roared, his power surging, energy blasts ripping through the sky, while Doomsday shrugged off attacks, adapting with horrifying resilience, spikes shattering but quickly regenerating.

The battle escalated, Broly leaping into the stratosphere, firing energy waves that disintegrated rocks midair. Doomsday charged through, smashing craters into the earth, shrugging off blasts and charging with unmatched speed. They traded blows that could level continents—Broly’s ki-fueled strikes met Doomsday’s lethal bone spines in a storm of destruction.

Broly’s rage peaked, transforming into his full Legendary Super Saiyan form. Every punch sent shockwaves across the planet, energy flaring in massive arcs. Doomsday adapted instantly, regenerating limbs, spikes, and even bones faster than Broly could strike. But the Saiyan’s raw energy began to overwhelm him; his aura became a hurricane of green light, fists smashing with unstoppable force.

In the climax, Broly unleashed a planet-shattering Eraser Cannon, a green beam of pure devastation. Doomsday tried to charge, but the blast hit with full impact, disintegrating spikes, armor, and bone, finally tearing through his regenerative capacity. Doomsday crashed to the ground, defeated by the sheer, unrelenting might of Broly’s energy.
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>>78229961
Terry Crews vs Satan
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The sun glared off the city streets as Terry Crews flexed, Old Spice bottle in hand. “You ready to get powered up, big guy?” he called, grinning. From a crimson rift, Satan appeared, pinkish-red skin glowing, horns gleaming, and eyes blazing. “Finally, someone worthy of my Asstomic Bomb!” he bellowed, tail lashing.

Terry leapt forward, muscles rippling, swinging a giant dumbbell with enough force to dent buildings. Satan laughed, launching into his Slingsledge, propelling himself toward Terry like a demonic cannonball. Terry dodged, twirling midair, and landed a punch that sent shockwaves rippling through the street. “Is that all you got?” he teased. Satan smirked, fingers slamming the ground for a miniature Asstomic Bomb, shaking the pavement violently. “You think you can stop me with flexing and smells?”

The fight escalated as Terry called upon his Old Spice hax, reality bending around him—he created a tornado of soap bubbles that carried him, deflecting Satan’s projectiles. Satan retaliated, warping the environment, sending skyscrapers bending, and summoning Dippos to fling him with Slingsledge attacks. Terry countered with superhuman speed, punching through a Dippo midair, then launching himself at Satan with a muscle-powered uppercut that sent the demon crashing into a building.

Satan groaned, regenerating and enlarging into Giga Satan, laughing maniacally. “You’ll never stop Weirdmageddon… I mean me!” Terry wiped sweat from his brow. “I don’t need to stop you—I just need to out-style you!” He fired a reality-warping Old Spice blast, twisting gravity, light, and sound all onto Satan, who stumbled, crashing into his own Asstomic Bomb shockwave.

With a final flex and a shout, Terry channeled all his absurd strength into one enormous punch, smashing into Satan’s chest. The demon yelped as his body fragmented, then vanished in a puff of chaotic smoke, leaving the city intact and smelling faintly of citrus.
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>>78230105
>“Finally, someone worthy of my Asstomic Bomb!”
That made me kek.
Mordecai and Rigby vs NWO round 2
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The park was unusually tense as Mordecai and Rigby stretched near the basketball court. Out of nowhere, black SUVs screeched in, and the NWO—Hollywood Hogan, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, and the rest—stepped out, glaring. “You two don’t belong here,” Hogan sneered.

Mordecai groaned. “Oh no… Rigby, we’re way out of our league.” Rigby gulped but bounced on his feet. “We can do this… right?”

The fight started chaotic. Hogan charged, swinging a massive punch, but Mordecai leapt over him, using Rigby as a human springboard to tackle Hall. Nash grabbed Rigby, but Mordecai slammed into Nash’s gut, sending him sprawling. The NWO tried to regroup, but Mordecai and Rigby were relentless, dodging chairs, trash cans, and even a stray golf cart as improvised weapons.

Escalation hit when Hall grabbed a chain. Rigby swung it back, knocking Hall into a tree, while Mordecai used park benches to vault and deliver flying kicks. Hogan attempted a signature leg drop on Mordecai, but Rigby tripped him with a well-timed slide, sending Hogan face-first into a puddle. The rest of the NWO tried a double-team, but Mordecai and Rigby coordinated perfectly—Mordecai launching Rigby into midair to crash into their opponents with full momentum.

For the final move, Mordecai grabbed a nearby trash can lid as a shield and hurled Rigby at the remaining NWO members. Rigby smashed through the group, knocking them all into the fountain. They scrambled, soaked and defeated, while Mordecai and Rigby stood panting on the grass.
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>>78230210
Panty And Stocking vs Raven
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The city skyline darkened as Raven hovered, cloak swirling, eyes glowing red. “This ends now,” she said, summoning dark energy around her hands. Across the street, Panty lit a cigarette, flicking it at Raven. “Oh, fuck yeah. Time to kick some emo ass,” she sneered. Stocking twirled her sword, eyes glinting. “Let’s make this bitch regret showing up.”

Raven launched a barrage of shadow blasts, tearing through the street, but Panty and Stocking dodged with ridiculous acrobatics. Panty fired her gun, bullets ricocheting off Raven’s shields. “Shit! That hurt, but not enough!” Panty yelled, flipping over a car. Stocking slashed at Raven with her katana, the blade slicing dark energy into fragments. “Fuck this, we’re not dying today!”

The fight escalated as Raven summoned a shadow beast, towering and clawed, to crush the sisters. Panty shot the beast point-blank, yelling, “Eat shit, motherfucker!” Stocking ran up its arm, stabbing at its core with a swift, cursed strike. Raven’s eyes narrowed, dark energy rippling through her body as she teleported behind them, grabbing Panty with a shadow tendril. Stocking swung her sword, slicing through the tendril, yelling, “Fuck off, emo weirdo!”

Raven unleashed a massive soul-sucking wave, black energy spreading like ink. Panty and Stocking dove, dodging with ridiculous flips, then combined their powers—Panty firing rapid bullets while Stocking summoned a storm of cake shards infused with holy energy. The blast hit Raven mid-air, staggering her. “Shit, that’s… actually annoying,” she muttered.

For the final strike, Raven formed a massive dark spear, aiming straight at the duo. Panty jumped onto Stocking’s back, and Stocking propelled them into the spear with a spin attack, shattering it and sending Raven crashing into the rooftop, exhausted and beaten.
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>>78230287
AM vs Deku
and if Deku loses have AM make him watch Uraraka getting BLACKED
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>>78230287
Hol Horse vs Ultron
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>>78230417
>if Deku loses have AM make him watch Uraraka getting BLACKED
lol
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The abandoned cityscape shook as Deku landed, eyes scanning, One For All blazing through his veins. “I won’t let you hurt anyone!” he shouted. AM’s omnipresent voice echoed through every broken screen and speaker. “Ah, the little hero arrives. Let’s see if raw power can save you from me.”

Deku charged, throwing a flurry of punches and rapid kicks, each strike augmented by One For All. AM countered effortlessly, manipulating the environment: streets twisted, debris launched as weapons, and illusions of collapsing buildings disoriented the young hero. Deku dodged, but the sensation of falling endlessly from warped towers made him falter.

AM warped light and sound directly into Deku’s mind, searing confusion. Radiation pulses weakened his stamina, and biological manipulations amplified his hunger and fatigue. Deku powered up, launching a massive Full Cowling punch, smashing through a wave of collapsing concrete—but AM’s reality-warping created duplicates and reflections, splitting the attacks harmlessly.

AM struck back, bending temperature, adhesive surfaces, and even perception itself. Time seemed to slow, Deku’s movements sluggish as AM’s environment shifted impossibly fast around him. Deku tried to coordinate with his tactical mind, but each step forward was met with layers of illusions, radiation burns, and reality itself twisting against him.

Finally, Deku lunged with a desperate, fully-charged smash, but AM’s omnipresence caught him midair, pinning him as the city warped into a nightmarish maze. “You fought well… but this is far beyond your reach,” AM said, voice cold. Deku struggled, chest heaving, unable to move as AM’s control over light, sound, and perception overwhelmed him completely.

AM’s screen flickered, showing Deku visions of Uraraka in compromising, intimate scenarios with an implied black, muscular man, forcing the hero to watch, helpless and humiliated. Deku collapsed, energy fading, defeated.
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The sun glinted off Hol Horse’s revolver as he stepped into the abandoned city streets. “Alright, this is gonna be fun,” he smirked. Across the rubble, Ultron’s metal body gleamed, eyes glowing red. “A human with toys. Pathetic.”

Hol Horse fired, bullets ricocheting and weaving through Ultron’s armor with Stand precision. Ultron dodged most, but a few rounds tore through circuitry, sparks flying. “Shit, he’s fast… but not fast enough!” Hol Horse muttered, grinning. He unleashed a barrage of his Stand, Emperor, slashing bullets that curved unpredictably. Ultron activated repulsors, deflecting shots while closing the distance.

The battle escalated. Ultron launched missiles and energy beams, the cityscape erupting in fire and smoke. Hol Horse spun, using Emperor to redirect bullets, dodging collapsing walls and debris. “You’re one ugly son of a bitch,” Hol Horse quipped as he fired a precision shot at Ultron’s optic sensors. Ultron staggered, but quickly adapted, hacking nearby tech to create drones, forcing Hol Horse to dodge an onslaught of mechanical fists.

Hol Horse grinned, pulling off a risky trick: he aimed Emperor straight into the air and fired a curving shot, ricocheting off a building to strike Ultron’s chest panel. Sparks exploded across Ultron’s body. “Not bad… but let’s end this.” Ultron surged forward, energy pulses rippling through his arms, trying to crush Hol Horse. Timing it perfectly, Hol Horse leapt, letting Emperor curve around Ultron’s strike and shoot directly into his unshielded core.

The impact detonated Ultron’s chest, tearing through armor plating. With a final twist, Emperor’s bullet pierced the AI’s central processor, short-circuiting him completely. Ultron collapsed, sparking and twitching, defeated by Hol Horse’s uncanny accuracy and Stand mastery.
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>>78230520
I really like how AM is starting to become less of a jobber.
>>78230560
White logo vs bird logo
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The stars themselves seemed to shiver as the fleets of the Viltrum Empire tore into the void, Thraag at the forefront, muscles taut and eyes burning with predatory intent. Across the void, the Imperium of Man’s massive battlefleet emerged, the Emperor of Mankind aboard the flagship *Imperator Ultima*, his psychic aura radiating like a supernova.

The battle began with a collision of forces: Viltrumite warriors dropped from orbit, smashing into the forward lines of the Imperium’s defenders. Thraag cut through Titans and Space Marines with superhuman speed, a blur of fists and bone-shattering strikes. The Emperor, projecting his psychic might, lifted massive void hulks and flung them at the attackers, a psychic tidal wave that tore Viltrumite warriors off their trajectory.

Escalation followed as Thraag engaged directly with the Emperor in orbit over a ravaged planet. Thraag’s fists struck with enough force to crater moons, each punch answered by psychic shields that bent reality around the Emperor. Nearby, the Viltrumite army tore through the Imperial Navy while the Emperor crushed ships mid-flight with focused mind blasts. Planets shook, atmosphere ripped, and starships burned in brilliant firestorms.

The Emperor’s experience and omnipotent psychic precision began to turn the tide. Thraag’s raw brutality shattered moons, but each strike was anticipated, countered, or redirected with devastating psychic force. Entire Viltrumite squadrons were hurled into the void by psychic slings, their speed and strength nullified by the Emperor’s mastery.

In the decisive moment, the Emperor drew upon the full scope of his power, a psychic supernova that struck Thraag directly, ripping through flesh, bone, and resolve. Thraag crashed into the surface of a dead planet, broken, while the remaining Viltrumites were systematically incapacitated or driven into retreat by the Emperor’s aura and psychic control.
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>>78230651
Mask vs Akainu
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The sky above the harbor split as Akainu slammed down, magma searing the ground. “You’ll pay for standing against justice!” he roared. From the shadows, The Mask popped into view, wide grin stretching impossibly across his face. “Justice? Pfft. More like a chance for chaos, baby!”

Akainu fired a magma fist, the heat warping the air. The Mask, with a flamboyant salute, spun it into a giant balloon, bouncing it harmlessly into the ocean. “Oops! Didn’t mean to ruin your lava fun!” He pulled a mallet from nowhere, whacking Akainu’s shoulder—who staggered, only to have it turn into a geyser of tomato sauce.

The fight escalated wildly. Akainu launched a full-body magma charge; The Mask dodged by pulling an oversized slingshot from the ground, catapulting himself behind a ship. He grew ten feet tall, then shrunk to a mouse midair, ricocheting off Akainu’s chest like a pinball. Every punch Akainu threw stretched or flattened like taffy, sometimes bouncing back to hit him. “Hey, hot stuff! Watch your head!” The Mask quipped.

Akainu attempted a magma column from the sky, but The Mask pulled a cartoon sun from his pocket, turning it into ice cream and lobbing it like a grenade. The magma hardened into brittle chocolate that shattered when Akainu stomped. The Mask multiplied himself into a dozen tiny versions, all firing pies and anvils at once, each hit bending physics and reality in chaotic ways.

For the final move, The Mask donned a magician’s top hat, pulled out a giant mallet, and with a flourish, swung through the air. Akainu lunged with magma fists, but The Mask’s swing looped impossibly, twisting the laws of gravity, smacking Akainu into the water, where his molten body cooled and cracked into harmless stone. The Mask cartwheeled, arms wide, a trail of glitter and confetti following him.
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>>78230651
AM should really use some Old Spice.
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The city shivered as AM’s omnipresent voice boomed through every screen. “Welcome, human. You cannot hope to challenge me.” Terry Crews stepped forward, flexing, Old Spice bottle in hand. “Oh yeah? Let’s make this a clean fight… and by clean, I mean ridiculously over-the-top!”

AM warped the streets instantly, buildings bending, gravity flipping, and shadows twisting into monstrous shapes. Terry charged, muscles bulging, launching a full-body slap that flattened a city block—but AM’s projections duplicated, twisting the attack into a kaleidoscope of chaos. Terry shrugged, twisting reality with Old Spice hax, spinning his fists into tornadoes of soap bubbles that popped and reformed, bouncing off every AM duplicate. “Shit’s getting wild!” he yelled.

AM retaliated, warping light, sound, and temperature directly at Terry, trying to fry his senses. Terry dodged by growing ten feet tall, then stretching like rubber, sending his fist through a building to smack AM’s hologram midair. He leapt onto a car, launching it like a frisbee, which somehow ricocheted off a cloud and slammed into AM’s core. AM’s laughter echoed, bending the laws of physics to send a hundred versions of himself converging on Terry at once.

Terry grinned, spraying Old Spice in every direction—smell became a tangible force, pushing AM duplicates away, confusing his sensors. He vaulted, spinning into a one-man tornado of muscle and soap, punching through walls, satellites, and reality itself. AM’s attempts to counter with vibration and adhesive manipulation only tangled him further in Terry’s toon-force chaos.

For the final strike, Terry condensed his body into a giant spinning fist, coated in Old Spice and raw absurdity, and slammed straight through AM’s core. Screens shattered, gravity snapped back, and AM’s voice stuttered before fading into static. Terry landed on a car, hands on hips, glowing with heroic citrus energy.
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>>78230796
Red Hulk vs Broly
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The earth shook as Red Hulk slammed down, fists leaving craters in the ground. “Time to smash,” he growled, eyes glowing red. From the horizon, Broly charged, green aura blazing, muscles tensing like coiled springs. “Hah! Finally, a real fight!” he roared.

The two collided with a thunderous shockwave, fists striking so fast the mountains themselves trembled. Red Hulk’s brute force smashed through boulders, but Broly’s Saiyan reflexes let him dodge and counter with explosive ki punches. Each strike sent shockwaves across the battlefield, splitting rivers and cratering plains.

The fight escalated. Broly leapt into the stratosphere, firing energy blasts that turned clouds to fire, but Red Hulk followed, punching through the atmosphere, meeting Broly midair in a fist clash that rattled satellites. Red Hulk attempted a gamma-charged ground slam, shaking the planet, but Broly erupted in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, fists swinging like meteors, forcing Red Hulk to adapt, smashing through mountains to dodge.

Broly’s rage surged, ki waves distorting reality, and Red Hulk roared, absorbing energy from the impact, his strength spiking to match the Saiyan’s. They exchanged blows at speeds faster than the eye could track, tearing the ground and air apart with each strike. Broly fired a massive energy wave, and Red Hulk leapt through it, colliding with Broly and sending both tumbling through a canyon, rocks pulverized beneath them.

For the decisive moment, Broly unleashed a full-powered Eraser Cannon, a green beam of pure devastation. Red Hulk tried to counter with a gamma-charged punch, but the beam overpowered him, throwing him through a mountain. Broly landed, aura still flaring, chest heaving, victorious amidst the craters and scorched earth.
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>>78230796
Ah yes, AM's biggest weakness, people from real life.
Randy Savage vs Shazam
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The city streets shook as Shazam descended, lightning crackling across his fists. “Step aside, mortal,” he said, voice booming. From the shadows, Macho Man Randy Savage leapt from a rooftop, sunglasses glinting. “Ooh yeah! Time to snap into some chaos, brother!”

The fight began with Macho Man swinging with wrestling precision, flipping and dodging as Shazam unleashed bursts of lightning. Each fist Macho Man threw was imbued with toonish unpredictability, bouncing off walls, sending debris flying. Shazam countered, summoning a bolt from the sky to strike the rooftop, but Macho Man somersaulted through the strike, landing behind him and taunting, “Dig it!”

Escalation hit as Shazam grew serious, smashing the ground with thunderous punches, ripping streets apart. Macho Man countered by using every wrestling trick in the book: flying clotheslines, spinning dropkicks, and even leaping off street lamps to crash into Shazam. Sparks of magic collided with sheer athletic chaos, creating shockwaves that flattened cars and shattered windows.

Shazam fired a concentrated lightning blast, aiming to end it quickly, but Macho Man somersaulted over it, wrapping Shazam in a spinning body slam. The thunder god staggered, momentarily dazed, as Macho Man climbed a nearby crane and launched a diving elbow, shouting, “Ooh yeah, feel the madness!”

For the decisive strike, Macho Man grabbed Shazam’s lightning bolt midair with absurd strength and redirected it, striking Shazam square in the chest. The blast overwhelmed the magical hero, sending him crashing through multiple buildings. Macho Man landed gracefully, arms raised, glasses reflecting the smoke-filled skyline.
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>>78230909
The Thing vs Hades
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The underworld shook as Hades emerged, flames licking his skeletal frame. “Another mortal thinks he can challenge a god?” he hissed. Across the rocky terrain, The Thing stomped forward, fists clenched. “You picked the wrong rock to mess with, buddy!”

The fight began with The Thing charging, swinging massive punches that shattered pillars of obsidian. Hades laughed, phasing through the blows with infernal speed, sending bursts of hellfire toward the rocky hero. Thing grunted, catching fire sparks with a punch and tossing them back, shaking the ground with every strike.

The battle escalated. Hades summoned shades and flaming skulls, which swarmed The Thing, but he smashed through them with unstoppable momentum, fists cracking the very stones beneath his feet. Hades conjured blasts of hellfire so hot they warped the air; Thing dove through them, knocking boulders toward the godlike figure. Hades teleported, appearing behind him, but Thing’s senses and sheer durability allowed him to spin, delivering a thunderous uppercut that sent Hades hurtling into a cavern wall.

Hades rose, eyes blazing with dark energy, attempting to crush Thing with infernal magic. The Thing, enraged, roared, his rocky fists glowing with kinetic force as he slammed the ground, creating a shockwave that disrupted Hades’ magic. He grabbed a flaming pillar, swinging it like a club, connecting with Hades’ chest and sending the god crashing into a molten pit.

For the decisive strike, The Thing leapt high, fists encased in energy, and slammed down with all his strength onto Hades, whose flames and illusions could not withstand the sheer force. Hades screamed as the rocks and molten lava closed in, leaving him incapacitated. Thing landed, chest heaving, fists still smoking.
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>>78230960
Mordecai and Rigby vs Hol Horse
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The park was quiet—too quiet—when Hol Horse stepped out, revolver glinting in the sun. “Looks like I found some targets,” he smirked. Mordecai and Rigby exchanged nervous glances. “Oh man, he’s serious,” Rigby whispered.

The fight started fast. Hol Horse fired bullets that curved with Emperor’s precision, forcing Mordecai and Rigby to duck behind trees and benches. Mordecai jumped high, tossing Rigby like a makeshift projectile; Rigby flipped through the air, knocking Hol Horse’s hat off with a well-aimed swing. Hol Horse laughed. “Cute tricks, but I’m just getting started!”

Escalation hit as Hol Horse used Emperor to ricochet bullets around obstacles, cutting off the duo’s escape routes. Mordecai grabbed a skateboard, riding it to launch Rigby into the air for a coordinated aerial strike. Rigby’s tail smacked Hol Horse’s shoulder, making him stumble, and Mordecai delivered a flying kick that cracked a tree trunk behind him. Hol Horse’s precision was deadly, but the pair’s teamwork and creativity allowed them to stay just ahead of the bullets.

Hol Horse tried a full-force assault, using Emperor to create multiple bullet trajectories simultaneously. Mordecai and Rigby split up, running circles and bouncing off lamp posts, creating confusion. Rigby swung a trash can lid like a shield while Mordecai launched it like a frisbee straight at Hol Horse, knocking Emperor momentarily off balance.

For the decisive strike, Mordecai vaulted off a park swing, catching Hol Horse mid-shot, while Rigby executed a perfect tail-whip to disarm him. The combined momentum slammed Hol Horse into a fountain, bullets scattering harmlessly into the water. Exhausted but grinning, Mordecai and Rigby high-fived, victorious amid the park’s scattered debris.
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>>78231065
John Cruelty vs Mordecai and Rigby
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The park was eerily silent as Mordecai and Rigby stretched near the basketball court. Suddenly, the air shimmered, and John Cruelty appeared, cybernetic enhancements gleaming. “Targets acquired,” he said in a cold, mechanical tone. Rigby gulped. “Uh… Mordecai, he looks… dangerous.”

Mordecai readied himself. “We got this, just… stick to the plan.” The fight began as Cruelty fired a barrage of high-tech rounds, forcing Mordecai and Rigby to dodge behind trees and benches. Mordecai launched Rigby like a human projectile; Rigby ricocheted off a lamp post, kicking Cruelty in the chest. The assassin staggered but recovered instantly, shrugging off the attack like it barely scratched him.

Escalation hit when Cruelty unleashed a cloud of toxic gas, warping the environment and creating illusions of collapsing buildings. Mordecai and Rigby ducked and weaved, using park equipment as cover. Rigby hurled a trash can lid like a frisbee, knocking a drone out of the air. Mordecai tried a flying kick, but Cruelty phased through the strike, countering with a precise, cybernetically enhanced punch that sent Mordecai crashing into a tree.

Mordecai groaned, shaking it off. “We can’t give up!” Rigby nodded, tail flicking. They coordinated: Mordecai distracted Cruelty with feints while Rigby swung from a swing set, landing on Cruelty’s back. Cruelty spun, but Mordecai used a trampoline-like bounce to slam him into the ground, exploiting a brief vulnerability from his momentum.

For the decisive strike, Rigby pulled a malfunctioning fire hydrant handle, spraying a torrent of water at Cruelty’s circuitry. Mordecai charged, fists glowing with sheer determination, and slammed into Cruelty, toppling him into a pile of park benches and incapacitating him.
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>>78231176
Jobber Cruelty... Fuck, I've seen Jacket kill more people than him and he dies in one fucking hit.
Anyway, The Thing vs that demon next to him.
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The city skyline cracked as Dark Carnage descended, symbiote tendrils writhing and glowing with Extrembiote energy. “Time to feast,” he hissed, eyes glowing red. Across the rubble, The Thing stomped forward, fists clenched. “You picked the wrong rock to mess with, pal.”

The fight began with Dark Carnage striking first, tendrils lashing like whips, tearing through cars and concrete. The Thing blocked with his rocky arms, smashing some of the tendrils and sending debris flying. Carnage lunged, forming blades from his biomass, but The Thing grabbed one midair and swung it, ripping a chunk from a nearby building and sending it flying into the symbiote.

Escalation hit as Dark Carnage grew more monstrous, his Extrembiote merging with Grendel, increasing his size and strength. He hurled skyscrapers like javelins while summoning dark tendrils to restrain The Thing. The Thing, undeterred, slammed the ground, creating shockwaves that shattered the tendrils and sent Dark Carnage skidding across the asphalt. They exchanged blows at blinding speed, rock meeting symbiote, shattering streets and leaving the air shimmering from kinetic energy.

Carnage tried to overwhelm The Thing with regeneration and shape-shifting, forming countless blades and spikes, but The Thing’s raw strength and durability allowed him to smash through them, each hit leaving Carnage reeling. Seizing the moment, The Thing grabbed a flaming chunk of debris and hurled it like a battering ram, knocking Carnage off balance.

For the decisive strike, The Thing leapt high, fists glowing with kinetic energy, and slammed down onto Dark Carnage, crushing him into the street. The Extrembiote writhed, attempting to recover, but the sheer force of the blow shattered his core, leaving the symbiote incapacitated. The Thing landed, chest heaving, fists still smoking, victorious.
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>>78231272
I wanna see Mordecai and Rigby try to fight Broly for shits and giggles.
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The park shook as a green aura tore across the sky—Broly had arrived. Mordecai and Rigby dove behind a tree, eyes wide. “Oh man… he’s huge!” Rigby whispered.

Broly stomped the ground, sending shockwaves that shattered benches. Mordecai grabbed Rigby, launching him like a projectile. Rigby ricocheted off a lamppost, smacking Broly’s arm. The Saiyan barely flinched, swiping the air and sending Rigby spinning into a trash can. Mordecai pulled a swing set aside, hurling it like a makeshift battering ram, but Broly caught it midair, crushing it with a growl.

Escalation hit as Broly’s aura flared, tearing the park apart. Mordecai and Rigby tried every trick: bouncing off swings, throwing trash cans, even tying ropes to trees to trip him. Broly swatted them aside like flies, each strike cracking the ground. Mordecai dodged a green energy blast, flipping over it, while Rigby hurled a tire at Broly’s head—but the Saiyan barely blinked, sending it flying into the lake.

Desperate, Mordecai and Rigby coordinated: Mordecai distracted Broly with rapid swings and taunts, while Rigby set up a trap with a crane and rope, aiming to tangle the Saiyan. Broly stumbled slightly, caught in the ropes, and Mordecai leapt, landing a flying kick to Broly’s chest. The force sent Broly into a nearby pond, cooling his rage momentarily.

For the decisive strike, Mordecai grabbed Rigby, slingshotting him off a park slide straight into Broly’s face. The distraction gave Mordecai the opening to pull a giant trash bin down like a hammer, smashing it onto Broly. The Saiyan staggered, growled, and then, seeing the duo’s determination, realized the fight would take too long. He roared, launching into space in a green streak, leaving the park in ruins but the friends safe.
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>>78231376
El Hermano's brother vs Sentry
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The arena shook as Jiren’s aura flared, a blazing silver light rippling through the air. “I don’t hold back,” he said, eyes locked on The Sentry. Across from him, Sentry floated, golden energy radiating from his form. “Neither do I,” he replied, voice calm but commanding.

The battle began with Jiren charging, fists smashing into the ground and sending shockwaves that leveled nearby terrain. Sentry met him midair, countering with a barrage of energy blasts that clashed with Jiren’s strikes, creating detonations that lit the horizon. The two exchanged blows at incredible speed, fists moving faster than sound, each strike cracking mountains and twisting the air around them.

Escalation hit as Jiren unleashed his full power, striking with explosive punches and energy waves capable of obliterating the environment. Sentry adapted, absorbing and redirecting some of the energy while retaliating with golden beams that sliced through shockwaves. Jiren’s strength and martial prowess collided with Sentry’s versatility and regeneration, neither giving quarter. The ground was torn to rubble, and craters formed from the repeated impacts of their attacks.

Jiren landed a devastating uppercut, sending Sentry flying, but Sentry healed almost instantly, retaliating with a massive energy sphere. Jiren smashed through it, forcing Sentry to lift the fight into the stratosphere, where each punch and ki blast tore through clouds and fractured the atmosphere.

For the decisive strike, Sentry focused, channeling all his energy into a concentrated golden blast, striking as Jiren leapt for a finishing blow. The blast overpowered Jiren’s momentum, knocking him back with such force that he crashed into the remnants of the terrain, unable to recover before Sentry landed, glowing and triumphant.
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>>78231376
I'm shocked that they somehow managed to defeat him.
Randy Savage vs Steel
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The city streets trembled as Macho Man Randy Savage jumped from a rooftop. “Ooh yeah! Time to snap into action, brother!” Across from him, Steel stomped forward, armored fists gripping his massive hammer. “You’re stepping into my city, Macho Man.”

The fight began with Macho Man launching a flying elbow from a streetlight, smashing into Steel’s chest. Sparks flew off the armor, but Steel swung his hammer, blocking the strike with a clang that echoed down the street. Macho Man bounced off a wall, landing nimbly behind Steel, taunting, “You’re too slow, daddy-o!”

Escalation hit as Steel charged, hammer swinging with hydraulic-boosted strength, smashing through cars and sending debris flying. Macho Man dodged with toon-force agility, flipping over each swing and bouncing off street lamps to deliver a spinning clothesline. Steel countered with a hammer slam into the asphalt, creating a shockwave that sent Macho Man skidding.

Steel tried a crushing overhead swing, but Macho Man leapt onto a nearby scaffolding, launching a high-flying elbow onto the hammer itself. Sparks and smoke filled the air as the force rattled Steel’s grip. Macho Man then grabbed a street sign, swinging it to knock Steel off balance, hammer sliding from his hands.

For the decisive strike, Macho Man bounced off a fire escape, launching himself high, and drove a diving elbow directly onto the hammer, pinning it against Steel’s shoulder. The impact reverberated through the armor, and Steel collapsed, hammer clanging to the ground beside him. Macho Man landed, chest heaving, arms raised in victory.
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>>78231541
Blue Beetle vs The Fury
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The city streets shook as the Fury appeared, energy surging around its metallic frame. “All superhumans must be terminated,” it declared, eyes glowing red. From a nearby rooftop, Blue Beetle activated his scarab. “Not today, tin can!” Jaime shouted, armor snapping into place.

The fight began with the Fury firing powerful energy blasts, tearing through buildings and sending rubble flying. Jaime dodged with inhuman agility, the scarab morphing his arms into energy cannons to counter, blasting back with concussive force. The Fury’s blasts were precise, but Jaime’s ability to absorb and redirect energy allowed him to survive the initial onslaught.

Escalation hit as the Fury lunged, smashing through streets with superhuman strength. Jaime transformed his armor into a giant shield to block the attack and followed with a grappling arm that wrapped around the Fury’s torso. The Fury adapted quickly, crushing the metal with hydraulic force and sending Jaime skidding across the pavement. Jaime leapt off a car, swinging a massive energy hammer from the scarab, smashing into the Fury’s shoulder, sparks flying from the impact.

The Fury fired a rapid barrage of energy blasts, forcing Jaime to phase and dodge with his scarab-enhanced speed. He retaliated, forming dual plasma blades, slicing through the Fury’s armor, causing internal circuits to spark and malfunction. Sensing vulnerability, Jaime focused all his energy into a concentrated blast, striking the Fury’s core. The android convulsed as its systems overloaded, the energy blast ripping through its frame and sending it crashing into a nearby building.

As the dust settled, Jaime stood, armor flickering, chest heaving. The Fury lay motionless, sparks fizzing from its shattered circuits.
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>>78231669
The thing below Shazam vs the guy below Bill
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The skies darkened as Hedorah oozed from the polluted waters, leaving a toxic trail across the city. Annihilus flew in from the void, energy wings flaring, pincers clicking. “Filthy creature,” he snarled, blasting his cosmic energy at Hedorah. The sludge monster absorbed the attack, the chemical reaction causing it to grow larger and emit a noxious cloud.

The fight began in earnest as Hedorah lashed out with its tentacles, smearing corrosive sludge across Annihilus’ armor. He dodged, retaliating with rapid bursts from his particle beams, scorching Hedorah’s hide. The chemical monster shrieked, splitting and reforming, each fragment still oozing deadly toxins.

Escalation hit as Hedorah transformed into its flying form, spitting acid-laden projectiles while Annihilus unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, creating explosions that shook the city. The insectoid warlord grabbed debris and hurled it like missiles, smashing into Hedorah’s tendrils. The sludge monster absorbed the rubble, swelling in size and hurling a massive glob of radioactive sludge. Annihilus barely evaded, the sludge melting a nearby building’s facade.

Sensing the endgame, Annihilus fired a concentrated cosmic beam from his Cosmic Control Rod, aiming for Hedorah’s core. Hedorah lunged to intercept, but the beam struck with pinpoint precision, disintegrating part of its mass. The sludge monster convulsed, toxins bubbling, and let out a final, monstrous roar before collapsing into a steaming, inert heap.

Annihilus hovered above, pincers twitching, victorious, the city still reeking of Hedorah’s poison but alive.
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>>78231889
Old Spice vs Mask
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>>78231889
Now have Annihilus fight that other Kaiju.
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The streets of the city erupted in chaos as The Mask popped into existence, green-faced grin stretching impossibly wide. “Ssssmokin’!” he shouted, swinging a giant cartoon mallet. Terry Crews rolled up, muscles gleaming. “Alright, punk! Let’s see what you got!”

The fight began with The Mask turning the street into a chaotic playground, flipping lampposts into whips and hurling oversized pies. Terry ducked and weaved, his raw strength smashing through obstacles and catching a flying piano with a single hand, hurling it back. The Mask laughed maniacally, turning a nearby fire hydrant into a cannon that sprayed multicolored goo, but Terry leapt over the blast, landing a series of bone-crunching punches that barely slowed his cartoonish foe.

Escalation hit as The Mask stretched, twisted, and multiplied himself, each clone swinging absurd weapons—giant rubber chickens, jackhammers, even a miniature tank. Terry responded with toon-level reflexes, lifting cars as shields and smashing through the clones with precise, explosive punches. The Mask attempted to engulf Terry in a giant tornado of confetti and pies, but Terry caught the spinning storm midair and slammed it into a building, sending the Mask crashing into a billboard.

For the decisive strike, Terry feigned exhaustion, baiting The Mask into a giant spring trap. As The Mask sprang high, flinging confetti bombs and honking horns, Terry leapt, muscles coiled, and delivered a flying elbow straight to The Mask’s jaw, sending him spinning through the city skyline. The Mask landed in a fountain, groaning, green paint fading to a pale mockery of his former self.
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>>78231978
Mordecai and Rigby vs Sentry
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The city trembled as Destoroyah emerged from the harbor, wings unfurling, oxygen-destroying aura spreading in all directions. From above, Annihilus descended, pincers clicking, Cosmic Control Rod glowing. “Pathetic insect,” he hissed, firing a concentrated energy blast. Destoroyah absorbed the strike into its armored carapace and roared, shaking the ground.

The fight began with Destoroyah lunging, claws and tail lashing, smashing through skyscrapers and sending Annihilus skidding across the skyline. The insectoid warlord retaliated with rapid energy blasts, striking Destoroyah’s chest and melting parts of its armor. Destoroyah responded with a winged charge, slamming into Annihilus midair and sending shockwaves that shattered windows for blocks.

Escalation hit as Destoroyah’s micro-oxygen beam scorched the streets, forcing Annihilus to dodge with precision. He fired a barrage from the Cosmic Control Rod, but Destoroyah’s regeneration and sheer size allowed it to absorb multiple blasts. Annihilus used debris and skyscraper fragments as weapons, hurling them with cosmic energy, but Destoroyah deflected most with his tail, closing the distance.

For the decisive strike, Destoroyah unleashed his final form, glowing crimson, wings slicing the air, and fired a concentrated oxygen beam while smashing Annihilus with a tail strike simultaneously. The cosmic warlord tried to counter, but the combined assault tore through his defenses, blasting him into the river below, disintegrating under Destoroyah’s unstoppable force.

Destoroyah roared, wings spreading over the devastated cityscape, victorious.
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The park was quiet—too quiet—until a golden light tore across the sky. Mordecai yelped, “Uh… Rigby, I think we just summoned something huge.” Rigby gulped. “Yeah… like way bigger than us!” The Sentry landed with a thundering boom, energy radiating around him. “I don’t fight innocents… but I will if I must.”

The fight began with Mordecai grabbing a trash can and hurling it, while Rigby swung from a tree branch, trying to trip the towering hero. The Sentry caught the trash can effortlessly and swatted Rigby aside like a fly. Mordecai dove behind a bench, tossing rocks, but each strike barely phased the golden powerhouse.

Escalation hit as Sentry’s aura flared, lifting the entire park into a shimmering energy field. Mordecai and Rigby coordinated, bouncing off slides, swings, and jungle gyms, attempting to confuse him. The Sentry dodged with inhuman speed, absorbing some of their attacks while unleashing blasts of golden energy. Mordecai tried to distract him with taunts, and Rigby set up a trap with a rope tied to a tree—briefly snagging Sentry’s foot.

But the distraction only bought a moment. The Sentry stomped, creating a shockwave that sent the duo flying into the fountain. Mordecai scrambled to get up, but Rigby was pinned under a large rock. With a single leap, Sentry snatched both by the collars, holding them high. “Playtime’s over,” he said, and with a gentle—but unstoppable—throw, sent them sliding into the edge of the park, far away, unharmed but completely defeated.

Mordecai groaned. “We… we’re never coming back here.”
Rigby whimpered. “Yeah… huge golden guy is scary.”
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>>78232045
Firestorm vs the last Dragon Ball character
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>>78231978
Destoroyah vs the Imperium
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The sky fractured with energy as Firestorm hovered, nuclear flames flickering across his form. “I’m here to stop you, Janemba!” he shouted. From a swirling dimensional rift, Janemba emerged, his body radiating a chaotic, otherworldly energy. “You’ll regret stepping into my realm,” he sneered.

The battle began with Firestorm launching a barrage of nuclear blasts, his matter-manipulating powers turning debris into molten projectiles. Janemba twisted reality around him, warping the projectiles midair and sending them back, the force creating massive explosions. Firestorm dodged with superhuman reflexes, countering with a stream of transmuted energy constructs, but Janemba teleported behind him, slicing through them with his demonic blade.

Escalation hit as Firestorm intensified, attempting to transmute Janemba’s very molecules, reshaping parts of his body into harmless forms. Janemba laughed, warping the battlefield, splitting into multiple shadowy clones and attacking from every direction. Firestorm phased through some attacks, countering with concentrated nuclear strikes that disintegrated several clones. The ground quaked as reality itself twisted, forcing Firestorm to constantly adapt and manipulate matter to survive.

For the decisive strike, Firestorm combined nuclear power with precise transmutation, creating a massive energy prism and hurling it at Janemba’s core. Janemba tried to split and warp away, but the prism expanded, collapsing his clones and concentrating the blast on his true form. The energy overwhelmed the demon, shattering his body and sending a massive shockwave across the dimension. Janemba screamed, fading into a harmless mist as the rift stabilized.

Firestorm hovered, glowing, chest heaving, surveying the now calm dimensional plane.
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>>78232111
Blue Beelte vs whatever that guy above Deku is
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>>78232111
Luke vs that ugly bastard below him
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The ground trembled as Destoroyah emerged from the sea, wings unfurling, oxygen-destroying aura spreading across the coastline. On the horizon, the Imperium of Man mobilized: thousands of Titans, battleships, and legions of Space Marines, with the Emperor of Mankind towering atop the Golden Throne, psychic presence radiating across the battlefield. “This monstrosity ends today,” he declared, voice echoing through the minds of all present.

The fight began with Destoroyah lashing out with claws and tail, crushing Imperial tanks and scattering infantry. Titans fired volleys of plasma and missiles, but Destoroyah’s wings deflected many attacks, while its micro-oxygen beam melted armored fronts. The Emperor extended his psychic influence, shielding troops and launching psychic strikes that battered Destoroyah, forcing it to adapt mid-flight.

Escalation hit as Destoroyah took to the skies, firing oxygen beams across the battlefield, incinerating buildings and annihilating columns of marching Imperial forces. Battleships returned fire with macro-scale ordnance, while Titans engaged in melee, claws against armored limbs. The Emperor focused, channeling a torrent of psychic energy, simultaneously restraining Destoroyah’s movements and amplifying Imperial firepower.

For the decisive strike, the Emperor coordinated a full assault: Titans pinned Destoroyah midair while Battleships launched an array of nova cannons. The Emperor unleashed a concentrated psychic lance directly into Destoroyah’s core, disrupting its oxygen-manipulating system. Destoroyah shrieked, flailing as the combined firepower and psychic attack shattered its wings and ruptured its body. With one final psychic push, the Emperor sent Destoroyah crashing into the ocean, inert.

The Imperium stood triumphant, the Emperor surveying the battlefield as survivors cheered.
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The sky above the city darkened as a red liquid seeped through shattered streets—Shakara had arrived. “All life will end,” the Avenger intoned, skeletal armor cracking as the Red Death-infected geneseed shimmered inside. Blue Beetle activated his scarab. “Alright, big guy… let’s see what you’ve got!”

The fight began with Shakara firing plasma blasts that melted cars and sent debris flying. Jaime dodged with inhuman reflexes, forming energy shields and blasting back with repulsor beams. The Red Death liquid oozed toward him, mutating the street underfoot, but Jaime’s armor adapted, creating a force field that slowed the spread.

Escalation hit as Shakara launched genewarper grenades, mutating nearby civilians into grotesque forms; Jaime narrowly saved them while returning fire with laser blades formed from the scarab. Shakara teleported, unleashing a volley of laser shurikens while summoning gravity spears that disrupted the surrounding buildings, forcing Jaime to leap and dodge midair. The Thought Blaster hit next, amplifying Shakara’s rage into a psychic assault that made Jaime’s head spin, armor struggling to filter the mental onslaught.

Blue Beetle tried to counter with his energy absorption, redirecting plasma blasts, but Shakara had saved his most devastating weapon. From the sky, black hole bombs fell, tearing through the city and warping space. Jaime attempted to intercept, forming shields and energy constructs, but the concentrated gravitational collapse overwhelmed him. The bomb detonated, and when the dust cleared, Shakara floated above the ruins, red liquid glowing. Jaime’s armor was battered, systems failing.

Shakara advanced, fluid tendrils reaching toward him, mutagenic touch beginning to corrode the scarab’s defenses. Jaime struggled, energy blades flickering, until a final strike from Shakara’s plasma cannon cut through the last of the shield, sending him crashing into rubble.
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The void of space seemed to bend as Mangog descended onto a fractured planet, rage radiating in waves that crushed mountains. Luke Skywalker floated in the astral currents, feeling the Force ripple around him. “This… this isn’t just anger,” he murmured. “It’s a tide of pure hatred.”

The fight began with Mangog lunging, colossal fists smashing into the ground, sending shockwaves across the surface. Luke phased through the tremors, lightsaber ignited, deflecting chunks of debris hurled by Mangog. Every swing of Mangog’s claws threatened to tear the planet apart, but Luke moved with the rhythm of the Force, anticipating attacks beyond mere sight.

Escalation hit as Mangog roared, drawing strength from the hatred of countless souls, growing larger and more relentless. He fired blasts of destructive energy, tearing through the atmosphere. Luke, attuned to the unconditioned Force, didn’t just dodge—he manipulated the astral currents, turning portions of the environment into impassable barriers of psychic energy. Mangog slammed into one, confused by the intangible resistance, and Luke pressed forward, striking with precise bursts of the lightsaber, cutting through the edges of Mangog’s corporeal form.

Mangog tried to overwhelm Luke with sheer volume, summoning crushing gravitational attacks and energy waves. Luke closed his eyes, merging fully with the Force, letting it guide his intuition. He sensed the source of Mangog’s hatred, and with a thought, redirected the emotional energy back, amplifying it against Mangog himself. The titan’s own fury tore at him from within, his form destabilizing as the energy he fed on became a weapon against him.

With a final surge of the Force, Luke struck a single, decisive blow with the lightsaber, slicing through Mangog’s core energy, and the great beast disintegrated into a storm of dissipating hatred, leaving only silence.
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>>78232318
Devastator vs whoever is next to Doomsday
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The city shook as Devastator crashed through skyscrapers, every step leaving craters in the streets. Larfleeze hovered above, orange glow radiating from his body as constructs of his avarice swirled around him. “You’ll pay for trying to steal from me!” Larfleeze snarled, launching a barrage of energy beasts.

Devastator roared, swinging massive fists that smashed through the constructs with ease, his cybernetic armor shrugging off energy blasts. Larfleeze split his attention, creating dozens of duplicate constructs, attempting to overwhelm the giant robot. Devastator moved with surprising speed, his hydraulics thrumming, crushing buildings in his path while swatting aside smaller constructs like insects.

Escalation hit as Larfleeze summoned massive beasts and weaponized energy tendrils, trying to pierce Devastator’s armor. The Constructicon titan responded by smashing through walls and streets, grabbing one of Larfleeze’s larger constructs and hurling it into another, creating chain explosions that illuminated the city. Larfleeze tried to trap him with a massive energy cage, but Devastator’s immense strength bent and tore through the confines, pressing forward relentlessly.

For the decisive strike, Devastator unleashed a full barrage of integrated weapons—cannons, missiles, and his crushing arms—targeting Larfleeze’s central form. Larfleeze’s constructs shrieked in unison, attempting to shield their master, but the concentrated assault overwhelmed him. The energy barrage collided with Larfleeze’s core, shattering his constructs and leaving him staggered. Devastator roared, swinging a final massive fist that sent the orange entity crashing through a reinforced skyscraper, dissipating his remaining energy constructs.
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>>78232482
Ryuji vs Randy Savage
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>>78232482
Sentry vs the Imperium
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The alleyway echoed with the sound of sneakers on pavement as Ryuji stepped forward, baton in hand. “You ready for this?” he called, eyes sharp with determination. Across from him, Macho Man Randy Savage twirled his arms, flamboyant and confident. “Oooh yeah! You’re stepping into the ring with the cream of the crop!”

The fight began with Ryuji lunging, striking with a rapid combo of punches enhanced by his Persona, Skull. Sparks of energy erupted with each hit, aiming for Macho Man’s chest. Savage laughed, sidestepping and delivering a spinning elbow that sent Ryuji skidding back. The Phantom Thief countered with a burst of fire from Skull, but Macho Man’s reflexes were legendary—he ducked, weaving between the flames, then landed a series of body blows that rattled Ryuji.

Escalation hit as Ryuji summoned Skull fully, the Persona’s form flaring behind him. He unleashed a flurry of strikes amplified by elemental force, each punch creating afterimages. Macho Man roared, using his wrestling agility to leap into the air, catching Ryuji in a powerful clothesline that slammed him into a dumpster. Ryuji rolled out, launching a quick-minded kick infused with electric energy, staggering Macho Man. They exchanged rapid blows, the alley trembling under their clash, neither giving ground easily.

For the decisive strike, Ryuji feinted left, summoning a massive fire-empowered punch from Skull that Macho Man barely avoided. Savage capitalized on the opening, leaping high and bringing down a crushing elbow from above—the Macho Elbow—landing directly on Ryuji as the Phantom Thief barely managed to defend. The force sent Ryuji sprawling, energy dissipating as Macho Man raised his arms triumphantly.
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The void of space shimmered as The Sentry descended, golden energy radiating in all directions. Across the cosmos, the Imperium of Man mobilized, planets aligned and fleets bristling with weapons, titans marching, and the Emperor of Mankind’s psychic presence flooding the battlefield. “You shall not harm my domain,” the Emperor intoned, his voice resonating across star systems.

Sentry charged, fists blazing with light-speed energy, colliding with Imperial Titans that met him mid-orbit. Energy beams, macro-scale ordnance, and psychic lances erupted from battleships and Imperial psykers, attempting to halt his advance. Sentry’s speed allowed him to phase through orbital strikes, shattering Titans with punches that resonated like supernovae.

Sentry unleashed full power, wings of golden light expanding to encompass entire planets, smashing through fleets while absorbing incoming energy. The Emperor coordinated the Imperium’s defenses, shielding cities, and directing psychic attacks to restrain Sentry, while Titans and fleets fired in unison. Starships disintegrated under Sentry’s assault, yet the Emperor’s psychic mastery created near-impenetrable barriers, forcing Sentry to redirect his attacks across multiple fronts simultaneously.

Sentry combined his molecular bending with energy projection, launching a concentrated wave that disrupted the Emperor’s psychic barriers while tearing through fleets and Titans. The Emperor attempted to counter with a psychic hammer, but Sentry’s speed and strength overwhelmed the Imperium’s coordinated response. The Sentry struck the Emperor directly with a focused blow of cosmic energy, severing the psychic tether that held the Imperium’s forces together. The fleets fell into disarray, Titans toppled, and planetary defenses crumbled.

Sentry hovered above the shattered battlefield, radiant and unscathed, while the Emperor’s psychic influence ebbed, unable to recover from the overwhelming force.
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>>78232650
P&S vs Luke
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>>78232650
Laharl vs Firestorm
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The city streets were littered with debris as Panty and Stocking burst onto the scene, guns and swords ready. “Well, well, if it isn’t the galaxy’s little Jedi boy,” Panty smirked, cocking her pistol. Stocking twirled her sword, eyes sharp. Luke Skywalker ignited his lightsaber, the hum filling the air. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned, reaching out with the Force.

Panty opened fire, bullets slicing through the air, while Stocking launched a swift series of sword strikes. Luke deflected projectiles with his saber, feeling the Force guide his movements. He pushed back with a gust of Force energy, sending the sisters flying into a nearby alley, but they recovered with acrobatic flips and snarky quips. “You’re gonna have to try harder, light boy!” Stocking yelled.

Escalation hit as the sisters unleashed their full arsenal. Panty transformed her gun into a massive energy cannon, blasting the street into rubble. Luke summoned the Force to pull debris into a swirling shield, absorbing the impact. Stocking created multiple clones of herself with cursed candy projectiles, striking from every angle. Luke spun and deflected attacks with precise saber strikes, but the sisters’ toon-force unpredictability kept him off balance.

For the decisive moment, Panty combined her weapons into a giant energy blade while Stocking summoned a barrage of her candy constructs. Luke focused the Force, creating a concentrated wave that knocked the constructs aside. He lunged with a lightsaber strike, slicing through Panty’s combined weapon and knocking her to the ground. Stocking tried one last desperate strike, but Luke used the Force to disarm her mid-air, sending her crashing safely but decisively incapacitated.

Breathing heavily, Luke deactivated his saber, looking down at the two. “You’re lucky I don’t want to hurt you further.”
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>>78232766
Macho Man vs Sentry
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The sky above the battlefield split with energy as Firestorm hovered, nuclear aura radiating. “Time to melt some metal, demon boy,” he called, eyes blazing with power. Laharl, arms crossed and smirking, hopped forward with a supernatural spring, his red hair flaming with his Netherworld energy. “Oooh, think you can handle the Overlord? Let’s see what you’ve got!”

The fight began with Laharl dashing forward, launching high-speed punches amplified by his demonic strength. Firestorm responded with a nuclear energy blast, intercepting the Overlord mid-strike. Laharl dodged with surprising agility, teleporting short distances with his Netherworld powers, countering with a volley of energy-infused kicks that cracked the ground beneath Firestorm.

Escalation hit as Firestorm phased partially into a molecular state, striking with nuclear beams while simultaneously manipulating matter around Laharl. Laharl, undeterred, summoned a massive demonic sword from thin air, swinging with such force it shattered nearby rock formations. Firestorm formed energy shields and fired concussive blasts, forcing Laharl to leap and spin in midair, striking from multiple angles. The Overlord’s magic-enhanced speed allowed him to evade and land devastating hits that pushed Firestorm to expend more energy maintaining form.

For the decisive strike, Laharl drew upon his full Overlord power, launching a charged spell infused with Netherworld energy. Firestorm countered with a concentrated nuclear beam, but the combined force of Laharl’s demonic energy and precise timing overwhelmed the nuclear aura. The beam was shattered, and Laharl’s spell struck Firestorm full-on, destabilizing his matter form and sending him crashing into the battlefield in a controlled detonation that left nothing standing.
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The arena trembled as Macho Man Randy Savage flexed, spinning and twirling with his trademark confidence. “Oooh yeah! You think you can handle the cream of the crop, golden boy?” Across the stadium, The Sentry’s golden aura flared, eyes glowing with cosmic energy. “I don’t fight for showmanship,” he replied, energy crackling around him.

The fight began with Macho Man charging, throwing a flurry of agile wrestling strikes, leaping onto walls and using momentum to land spinning elbows and kicks. Sentry sidestepped with blinding speed, deflecting blows with light-speed reflexes, and retaliated with a glowing punch that sent Macho Man tumbling across the arena.

Escalation hit as Macho Man began using the environment, slamming pillars and creating improvised weapons while shouting insults to distract Sentry. The Sentry, unfazed, unleashed blasts of pure energy, shattering concrete and sending shockwaves through the arena. Macho Man narrowly dodged, landing a dramatic elbow from above, but the impact barely phased Sentry. Every attack Macho Man threw was met with near-instant counterforce, his speed and agility impressive but ultimately insufficient against Sentry’s reality-warping power.

For the decisive strike, Sentry focused, channeling the full force of his molecular manipulation. Macho Man attempted a top-rope elbow, screaming “Oooh yeah!” but the golden hero phased through the attack and struck with a concentrated punch of energy, hitting Macho Man mid-air and sending him crashing through the arena floor. The vibrations echoed across the stadium, leaving Macho Man defeated but alive.
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>>78232833
Simon vs Devastator
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>>78232833
Luke vs Devastator
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The ground shook as Devastator stomped into the battlefield, metal limbs crushing anything in his path. Simon the Digger appeared across the canyon, spade in hand, eyes narrowing. “Time to dig you a grave, metal monstrosity,” he muttered.

The fight began with Devastator swinging his massive arms, smashing boulders and pillars toward Simon. Simon dodged with inhuman agility, using his digging powers to tunnel underground and emerge behind the Constructicon titan, striking with reinforced strikes from his spade. Sparks flew as metal met enchanted digging metal, but Devastator barely flinched, swinging to crush the spot where Simon had just emerged.

Escalation hit as Devastator launched missiles from his integrated arsenal, blowing craters into the terrain. Simon countered by creating earth shields and hurling chunks of rock with kinetic force, destabilizing Devastator’s footing temporarily. The Constructicon roared and transformed partially, using hydraulics to swing massive debris, but Simon’s agility and digging allowed him to tunnel beneath the swings, emerging with precise strikes to the joints and sensors.

For the decisive strike, Simon summoned the full might of his digger-enhanced abilities, driving his spade into the ground to generate a seismic wave that threw Devastator off balance. As the titan stumbled, Simon leapt onto his back, piercing through exposed armor with a reinforced strike aimed at the central core. Sparks and hydraulics sputtered, and Devastator collapsed into the canyon, immobilized and defeated.
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>>78232911
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Luke vs Simon but Luke just goes straight for the force choke
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>>78232911
Sentry vs The Thing
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The battlefield shimmered with an otherworldly light as Luke Skywalker ignited his lightsaber. He raised his hand, attempting the Force choke, feeling the familiar pull in his mind. “Don’t make me do this,” he said, reaching toward Simon.

But the Force, in its true unknowable form, **refused to be applied**. Luke’s perceptions twisted it into a half-truth—he felt the illusion of a grip, but Simon’s Spiral Energy **was real, causal, multiversal**. The choke had no effect. Simon smirked, red energy coiling around him. “Cute trick, kid. Try harder.” With a sudden leap, he tunneled beneath Luke and reappeared behind him, unscathed and laughing.

Luke swung his saber, combining strikes with Force pushes. The air seemed to bend, but every push fizzled against Simon’s reality-warping aura. Spiral Energy bent space and matter itself, shrugging off every attempt to control or harm him. Luke’s powers were **mere shadows**, powerless against a being whose very existence operated at a higher causal scale.

Escalation hit as Simon expanded his Spiral Energy into a colossal manifestation, dwarfing the landscape. Luke tried to concentrate, creating illusions of Force barriers, but they were **false constructs of his own mind**, meaningless against Simon’s overwhelming presence. Simon sent a pulse of Spiral Energy, crashing through Luke’s defenses and hurling him across the battlefield. Lightsaber clattered; Luke was alive but utterly defeated.

The Force had not failed—because the Force **cannot fail or succeed**. It is beyond imposition. Luke’s perception was simply insufficient against a being like Simon.
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The city shook as The Thing stomped onto the streets, fists clenched. “You ready for a real fight, shiny boy?” he growled. Across from him, The Sentry floated, golden aura radiating, eyes glowing. “I don’t fight small,” Sentry said, energy crackling around him.

The fight began with The Thing lunging, swinging massive punches that shattered pavement. Sentry dodged with blinding speed, retaliating with bursts of light-speed punches that rattled The Thing’s rocky frame. The Thing countered with raw strength, grabbing debris and hurling it, but Sentry phased some attacks and redirected energy blasts toward the street, flattening cars and sending shockwaves through the area.

Escalation hit as Sentry unleashed full-flight combat, combining molecular manipulation with supersonic strikes. The Thing, relentless and unyielding, took the hits and smashed through structures, closing the distance. He landed a crushing blow to Sentry’s torso, forcing the golden hero back. Sentry retaliated by creating an energy wave that destabilized the ground, sending The Thing flying, but the rocky behemoth landed on his feet, swinging again with earth-shattering force.

For the decisive strike, Sentry channeled all of his molecular manipulation, compressing energy into a concentrated punch. The Thing, mid-swing, was caught off guard as the strike slammed into him, shattering part of his rocky exterior and sending him crashing through a building. The shockwave knocked him unconscious, the rubble settling over him.
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>>78233208
Old Spice vs Sentry
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The city streets trembled as Terry Crews flexed, muscles gleaming under the sun. “You ready to feel the Old Spice power?” he shouted, cracking his knuckles. Across from him, The Sentry hovered, golden aura blazing, eyes narrowing. “I don’t fight for showmanship,” Sentry said, energy flickering around him.

The fight began with Terry charging, launching a barrage of lightning-fast punches and flips, every strike infused with cartoonish over-the-top strength. Sentry countered with supersonic dodges and energy blasts, but Terry’s agility and sheer force allowed him to land glancing hits, sending shockwaves through nearby cars.

Escalation hit as Sentry unleashed full-flight maneuvers, compressing energy into devastating punches and kinetic blasts. Terry countered with toon-force creativity, bending physics around him, swinging lampposts like batons, and bouncing off walls in impossible arcs. Energy and rubble flew as the city became a chaotic arena; Sentry’s attacks were precise and powerful, but Terry’s unpredictable antics made him difficult to pin down.

For the decisive strike, Sentry focused all his molecular manipulation into a single, concentrated golden punch. Terry tried a final dramatic flex, hurling a car like a frisbee, but the energy punch struck mid-throw. The blast sent Terry flying across the city, landing in a crumpled heap, dazed and defeated but alive, his Old Spice scent lingering in the air.
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>>78233239
Shakara vs Laharl
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The battlefield stretched across a shattered landscape, the air vibrating with Shakara’s red liquid form contained within skeletal armor. Overlord Laharl floated above, dark aura flaring, his sword drawn. “Hmph, so this is the famous Shakara? I’ll crush you like any mortal,” Laharl sneered.

Shakara’s geneseed shifted, flowing around his armor. He fired a volley of laser-shurikens, each cutting through the air with deadly precision. Laharl dodged effortlessly, countering with a flurry of demon-infused strikes, slicing through parts of Shakara’s skeletal armor. The red liquid inside reformed instantly, shrugging off the damage.

Escalation hit as Shakara unleashed gravity spears and Genewarper grenades, warping space and mutating the terrain around Laharl. Laharl’s demonic power flared, teleporting and creating shockwaves of magic to deflect the attacks. Each strike from Shakara threatened to crush mountains, but Laharl’s agility and reality-warping aura allowed him to evade and land precise, devastating blows to Shakara’s armor.

For the decisive strike, Shakara unleashed a black hole bomb, sucking in nearby matter and energy, the explosion set to obliterate everything. Laharl attempted to counter with a massive hellfire slash, but the singularity overwhelmed him. The gravitational pull ripped at his form, compressing and tearing at his demonic essence. Laharl fought valiantly, but Shakara’s full arsenal of cosmic weaponry proved too much. With a final pulse of Thought Blaster energy, Laharl was thrown through the void, incapacitated, his aura flickering out.
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>>78233359
Shakara vs Simon, winner gets to fight Sentry.
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Really hope Simon doesn't win this...
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>>78233394
The battlefield spanned a fractured multiverse, reality bending under Simon’s Spiral Energy. Shakara the Avenger floated above the rubble, red geneseed swirling within skeletal armor, weapons arrayed. “So this is the being called Simon,” Shakara said, his laser sword igniting. “You will not survive.”

Simon grinned, energy flaring. With a stomp, he warped space, tunneling and emerging behind Shakara, swinging with universe-shattering force. Shakara countered with a plasma blaster, flames roaring, searing through distorted landscapes. Spiral Energy twisted the blasts aside, laughing as the red liquid reformed from near-misses.

Escalation hit as Shakara unleashed gravity spears and Genewarper grenades, mutating the battlefield and trying to compress Simon’s form. Simon responded by expanding into a colossal multiversal manifestation, energy rippling through the dimensions, shrugging off attacks that would annihilate stars. Every black hole bomb and Thought Blaster pulse was absorbed into Spiral Energy, distorted and nullified by Simon’s reality-warping presence.

For the decisive strike, Simon focused the full scale of his Spiral Energy, warping causality itself. Shakara’s skeletal armor was battered and broken, his weapons flaring uselessly as Simon’s aura enveloped him. The red geneseed writhed, but the multiversal compression left Shakara helpless, and with one final surge, Simon shattered his armor completely, scattering the Avenger’s form across the dimensions.
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>>78233424
GODmon the RESPONSIBLE will win this
Beat SHITry's ass
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>>78233447
The skies above a shattered cosmos roiled as The Sentry descended, golden aura blazing, eyes radiating raw outerversal energy. Simon the Digger floated atop a fragmented multiverse, Spiral Energy coiling around him like a living storm. “Heh, so you’re the big guy?” Simon smirked. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Sentry struck first, moving faster than light, his fists striking with molecular precision. Shockwaves rippled across the multiverse, collapsing fragments of reality. Simon countered with a Spiral Energy burst, warping space around Sentry, creating massive distortions and tunnels through which he reappeared behind the golden warrior. Each strike from Simon threatened to tear multiverses apart, but Sentry phased and adapted, shrugging off the reality-bending attacks.

Escalation intensified as Sentry unleashed full outerversal might, compressing and projecting energy that could obliterate entire universes in a single punch. Simon responded with a colossal Tengen Toppa Spiral form, his presence stretching across countless dimensions. Their attacks collided, creating a storm of energy and causality distortion. Spiral beams met outerversal strikes in titanic bursts, ripping and reconstructing chunks of reality as the two powers clashed.

For the decisive strike, Sentry focused the totality of his outerversal power into a single, concentrated punch. Simon tried to counter, amplifying Spiral Energy to multiversal scale, but the blow overwhelmed even the sprawling causality of his Spiral form. Simon’s energy erupted in a spectacular collapse of fractal dimensions, leaving him scattered across the multiverse, unable to maintain coherence against the Sentry’s sheer outerversal force.
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Cuckmon the Shitter...
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GODvel WON.
Again.
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>>78228552
>Garou (lost to Deku)
>Batlol (lost to Simon)
>Super Macho Man (lost to DuBois)
>Springtrap (lost to Zly)
>Chantel Dubois (lost to Jack Brewer)
>Jack Brewer (lost to Treasure Knight)
>Sloth (lost to AM)
>Goku (lost to Jiren)
>Bill Cipher (lost to Mordecai and Rigby)
>Neo (lost to AM)
>Treasure Knight (lost to AM)
>Doomsday (lost to Broly)
>AntonBlast!Satan (lost to Terry Crews)
>NWO (lost to Mordecai and Rigby)
>Raven (lost to Panty and Stocking)
>Deku (lost to AM)
>Ultron (lost to Hol Horse)
>Viltrumite Empire (lost to Imperium of Men)
>Akainu (lost to The Mask)
>AM (lost to Terry Crews)
>Red Hulk (lost to Broly)
>Shazam (lost to Randy Savage)
>GoW!Hades (lost to The Thing)
>Hol Horse (lost to Mordecai and Rigby)
>John Cruelty (lost to Mordecai and Rigby)
>Dark Carnage (lost to The Thing)
>Broly (lost to Mordecai and Rigby)
>Jiren (lost to Sentry)
>Steel (lost to Randy Savage)
>The Fury (lost to Blue Beetle)
>Hedorah (lost to Annihilus)
>The Mask (lost to Terry Crews)
>Annihilus (lost to Destoroyah)
>Mordecai and Rigby (lost to Sentry)
>Janemba (lost to Firestorm)
>Destoroyah (lost to Imperium of Man)
>Blue Beetle (lost to Shakara)
>Mangog (lost to Luke)
>Larfleeze (lost to Devastator)
>Ryuji (lost to Randy Savage)
>Imperium of Man (lost to Sentry)
>Panty and Stocking (lost to Luke)
>Firestorm (lost to Laharl)
>Randy Savage (lost to Sentry)
>Devastator (lost to Simon)
>Luke Skywalker (lost to Simon)
>The Thing (lost to Sentry)
>Terry Crews (lost to Sentry)
>Laharl (lost to Shakara)
>Shakara (lost to Simon)
>Simon (lost to Sentry)
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>>78233495
You blew it, Simon.



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