>>80176302
Augus vs Broly.

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>>80176405
The battlefield is already broken when they meet, a continent of fractured stone under a red sky. Augus advances first, sword resting on his shoulder, calm and ceremonial, as if this duel has already been agreed upon by the universe itself. Across from him, Broly’s breath steams, ki boiling off his body in violent green pulses, the air screaming as his power climbs without limit.

Augus strikes with perfect form. His blade cuts the horizon, each swing heavy with centuries of battle and the weight of gods he has already slain. Mountains split. Space ripples. Broly is driven back step by step, boots carving trenches through bedrock as he absorbs blows that would erase planets. He laughs, not in mockery, but in exhilaration, his power surging higher with every impact.

Broly explodes forward. His fists land like falling suns, each hit shaking the crust of the world. Augus parries, counters, and wounds him, steel biting into flesh that regenerates almost instantly. The sword draws blood, but it cannot slow the escalation. Broly’s ki spikes beyond restraint, flooding the battlefield with blinding light.

Augus commits to a final cut, pouring everything into one decisive strike meant to end gods. Broly meets it head-on. The blade shatters against Broly’s aura, fragments vaporized before they can fall. A single punch follows, clean and absolute.

The impact collapses the landscape into a molten crater. When the light fades, Augus is gone, erased down to memory and dust. Broly stands alone, chest heaving, power still climbing, the victor by overwhelming force and limitless growth.

>>80176451
Hugo vs Armagedroid

Mega Starmie vs Multiversal Peashooter

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>>80176706
The desert city shakes as Hugo descends from the sky, jetpack roaring, cannons already spooling up. Built as one of Mental’s elite enforcers, Hugo wastes no time. Rockets streak forward, detonating across the metal torso of Armagedroid in rolling fireballs meant to level fortresses.

Armagedroid barely reacts. The ancient titan turns his glowing eyes toward Hugo, identifying him as a walking arsenal. That is enough. His prime directive activates. Destroy all weapons.

Hugo strafes aggressively, lasers carving trenches through buildings as his arm cannons hammer away. The barrage would shred most war machines, but Armagedroid’s colossal frame absorbs it, armor blackening but holding. He answers with massive energy blasts from his core, each shot hitting with the force of a city-scale demolition. Hugo is knocked from the air, slamming into the ground hard enough to leave a crater.

Hugo rises again, battered but functional, charging forward with mechanical fury. He unloads everything at point-blank range, missiles, beams, explosive rounds, pushing Armagedroid back a step. It is the first sign of resistance, and the last.

Armagedroid closes the distance and grabs Hugo mid-assault. Hydraulic limbs crush armor designed to withstand sustained bombardment. Hugo’s weapons overload under the strain, systems sparking as Armagedroid channels a focused energy surge directly into his core.

The blast is precise and absolute. Hugo’s reactor collapses, his massive body falling silent in a heap of twisted metal.

Armagedroid releases the wreckage and stands alone, mission complete. Against a being engineered solely to eradicate weaponized threats, Hugo’s immense firepower only sealed his fate.

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>>80176735
The battlefield is a cracked suburban street littered with planters and scorched turf. The Plasma Peashooter rolls forward, its cannon glowing electric blue as it charges a shot, plasma arcing through the air with a high-pitched whine. Across from it, Mega Starmie spins in silence, gem blazing, power radiating outward with unnatural density.

The Peashooter fires first. A bolt of plasma slams into Mega Starmie and detonates, ripping asphalt apart and flooding the street with ionized light. Mega Starmie barely budges. Its body twists, momentum building, and it vanishes in a blur.

Aqua Jet hits like a torpedo. Mega Starmie crashes through the Peashooter’s armor, sending it skidding across the street and smashing through a house wall. The Peashooter recovers quickly, returning fire with rapid plasma bursts that scorch Mega Starmie’s shell and overload nearby electronics. The hits land, but the damage is shallow.

Mega Starmie answers with Thunderbolt. Lightning erupts from its core, wrapping the Peashooter in crackling energy. Systems flicker. Servos lock. The Peashooter struggles to aim, cannon sputtering as sparks fly.

Still functional, it attempts a last stand, charging one final plasma blast. Mega Starmie closes the distance instantly and slams into it with Zen Headbutt, psychic force amplifying raw physical impact. The blow caves in the chassis and snaps the cannon clean off.

Before the Peashooter can reboot, Mega Starmie finishes the fight with Giga Impact. The collision obliterates what remains, scattering molten parts across the battlefield.

The street falls silent. Against a combatant defined by raw escalation and overwhelming force, the Plasma Peashooter from Plants vs Zombies Garden Warfare never stood a chance. Mega Starmie is the decisive victor.

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>>80176849
Oh wait it says Mega Starmie wins lol my bad

>>80176938
Shadow vs Nietzsche

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>>80176976
A moonlit plaza stretches into infinity, marble statues cracked and half-forgotten. Friedrich Nietzsche stands alone, coat fluttering, eyes sharp with defiance rather than fear. Across from him, Shadow the Hedgehog lands in a crouch, red-striped quills bristling, Chaos energy humming beneath his skin.

Nietzsche speaks first, voice steady. He declares that gods are dead, that meaning must be forged through will, suffering, and self-overcoming. He laughs at the idea of destiny, calling it a crutch for the weak. If this is a battle, he says, it is one of values, not fists. He will stand as the embodiment of defiance against any so-called ultimate lifeform.

Shadow straightens. He answers that he was created for purpose, molded by loss and war. He rejects hollow abstractions. Power, action, and resolve are what define existence. Philosophy that cannot endure contact with reality is only noise. He ignites Chaos energy, the ground fracturing beneath his boots.

Nietzsche steps forward anyway, continuing his monologue even as Shadow moves. He claims that even annihilation proves his point. To affirm life is to embrace destruction without resentment. To fall without kneeling is victory of the spirit.

Shadow vanishes in a flash of red light and reappears behind him. Chaos Control freezes the world for an instant. Shadow speaks quietly that ideals do not stop bullets, blades, or time itself. He ends the debate with action.

Time snaps back. Shadow drives a Chaos-infused strike through Nietzsche’s chest, energy erupting outward in a blinding burst. The philosopher collapses, his final breath carrying a faint, satisfied smile, as if defiance itself were enough.

Shadow turns away as the light fades. The plaza crumbles into silence. In this clash between thought and force, the ultimate lifeform from the Sonic the Hedgehog stands as the decisive victor, finishing the fight with absolute, irreversible finality.

>>80177022
Homelander vs Pagan Min

>>80176302
this would actually be cool if you rolled a dice and drew it

>>80177022
Annoying CHADnge vs Jeffrey Epstein

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>>80177235
Snow drifts over a palace courtyard in Kyrat. Pagan Min straightens his pink suit, smiling as Homelander descends from the sky, cape snapping like a banner of conquest.

“So you’re the flying god everyone keeps whispering about,” Pagan says lightly. “You really should have called first. I’m a gracious host.”

Homelander smirks, eyes already glowing. “You run a mountain country with child soldiers and propaganda posters. You think you matter?”

Pagan laughs and spreads his hands. “Power is presentation. Belief. Fear. I built a nation on that.” His guards open fire, bullets streaking toward Homelander in a useless storm.

Homelander does not flinch. The rounds flatten against his skin and fall smoking to the ground. He looks almost offended. “That’s it?”

He moves faster than sound. In a blur, Pagan’s guards are gone, bodies scattered across the snow. Pagan stares, composure cracking for the first time. “Ah,” he murmurs, “so this is what real power looks like.”

Homelander grips him by the collar and lifts him effortlessly. “You talk too much.”

Pagan forces a smile even now. “You’ll still need people to adore you. Tyranny without style is just ugly.”

Homelander’s eyes blaze red. “I don’t need style. I am the style.”

The laser cuts through Pagan’s chest in an instant, cauterizing flesh and silencing him mid-breath. His body drops into the snow, steam rising as the pink suit darkens.

Homelander lands beside the corpse, unimpressed. “Kings, presidents, gods,” he mutters. “They all break the same.”

He rises back into the sky, leaving Kyrat leaderless and burning, the clash decided by absolute force. In a world where image once ruled, the living weapon from The Boys proves that against him, men like Pagan Min from Far Cry 4 were never contenders.

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>>80177279
In a dimly lit prison kitchen, The Annoying Orange rolls onto the counter, staring directly at Jeffrey Epstein.

“Hey! Hey, Epstein! Hey! You’re like a pineapple. Spiky on the outside, but full of bad juice inside!”

Epstein adjusts his orange jumpsuit, smirking.

“Kid, you don’t even have arms. How are you gonna fight me?”

“Knife!” Orange yells suddenly. “Knife! Get it? Because I’m a fruit and you’re… wait, no, that’s not the joke. Hey! Hey! Your island was creepy!”

Epstein lunges forward to grab the rolling fruit, but Orange bounces off the counter and lands squarely on Epstein’s head.

“Boing! Boing! Can’t catch me, flight-log guy!”

Epstein swats wildly. “Get off me, you little—”

“Seedless! You’re seedless! Like, no kids of your own, right? Hey! Hey!”

Enraged, Epstein slams Orange against the wall. Juice splatters across the tiles.

“Ow! That really pulp-ed me!”

Epstein grabs the bruised orange and holds it over the sink’s garbage disposal.

“Time to juice you for good.”

“Wait, wait, wait! One more! Hey, Epstein! You’re going down… literally!”

Epstein flips the switch. The grinder roars to life.

“NOOOOO—splorch!”

Orange is shredded in seconds, reduced to pulp and rind swirling down the drain. Epstein wipes his hands, breathing hard.

“Annoying little fruit.”

He walks away victorious as the disposal gurgles, swallowing the last traces of the orange.

>>80177255
AI is Aryan, troon.

>>80177470
did you use a random 4chan post generator to write this

>>80177543
Sorry, Can't hear you over all the money and resources i have saved penciltroon (:

>>80177575
>Money and resources
if your main issue with drawing is money then you have a lot more to worry about than posting on 4chan.
also, mspaint.

>>80177425
Have Sonic demolish Homelander and have him say Trans Rights and to pick up a frickin' pencil!

>>80177425
RATnic the Hedgehog vs Mega Starmie

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>>80177614
In an abandoned stadium, Sonic the Hedgehog skids to a halt, facing Homelander hovering above.

Homelander smirks.
“Look at this little blue freak. What are you supposed to be, some kind of trans hedgehog?”

Sonic spins his arms.
“Whoa, big guy. Chill with the hate speech. Trans rights are human rights, dude.”

Homelander laughs.
“Rights? Only real people get rights. Not whatever you are. And real art comes from AI now. No need for lazy pencil pushers anymore.”

Sonic dashes in a blur, landing a rapid kick to Homelander’s gut.
“Art comes from heart, not code, you corporate bootlicker!”

Homelander staggers, then fires heat vision. Sonic spins into a ball, dodging effortlessly.

“Too slow!” Sonic taunts, ricocheting off the walls and slamming into Homelander repeatedly.

Homelander roars like a child, grabbing Sonic mid-spin and smashing him into the ground.
“I am a god! You are nothing!”

Sonic coughs, then grins.
“Gods don’t throw tantrums.”

He revs up a spin dash, glowing with speed. Homelander charges his lasers, but Sonic vanishes, reappearing behind him for a massive homing attack to the back.

Homelander crashes face-first. Before he can recover, Sonic loops around at lightspeed, creating a vortex that lifts and spins Homelander helplessly.

With a final burst, Sonic unleashes a super peel-out, driving straight through Homelander’s chest in a blue streak.

Homelander collapses, defeated, eyes wide in shock.

Sonic stands tall, looking to the sky.
“Hey everyone watching, real creativity isn’t generated. Pick up a pencil and make something yourself.”

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>>80177621
A windswept canyon stretches for miles, rocks rattling as Sonic the Hedgehog skids to a halt, sensing movement above. Mega Starmie descends from the sky, its gem glinting ominously, aura pulsing with Huge Power.

Sonic grins. “Big, shiny, and angry. Perfect.” He revs up, blur of blue spinning across the rocks.

Mega Starmie fires Thunderbolt. Lightning arcs across the canyon, striking jagged cliffs, but Sonic spins through it, leaving streaks of light behind. He ricochets off boulders, landing a spin attack, but Mega Starmie braces, deflecting with Zen Headbutt, psychic force pushing Sonic back.

Sonic dashes, Aqua Jet propelling him at breakneck speed. Mega Starmie counters with Giga Impact, collision shaking the canyon, rocks shattering. Sonic flips midair, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the blow, taunting: “Gotta be faster than that!”

Mega Starmie’s eyes glow, aura flaring. Each attack now comes faster, harder, lightning and psychic energy combining with physical strikes. Sonic spins, kicks, and dodges, but the sheer force of Starmie’s Huge Power starts pushing him to the edge. The blue blur begins to tire against the relentless onslaught.

Sensing the opening, Mega Starmie charges a concentrated Thunderbolt, channeling all its energy into a single strike. Sonic attempts one last spin dash, but Starmie anticipates the path and launches a psychic-augmented Giga Impact simultaneously.

The collision explodes across the canyon. Sonic is caught mid-spin, slammed into the canyon wall, sliding limp as Mega Starmie hovers above, unscathed. Aura dimming, Starmie fires a final Zen Headbutt directly into Sonic’s path, a psychic hammer finishing the fight.

Sonic collapses, blue fur singed and energy spent, unable to rise. Mega Starmie floats down, gem glinting triumphantly, aura slowly fading as the victor of the battle. The decisive finisher leaves the speedster defeated, proving the overwhelming force of a Pokémon empowered beyond limits.

>>80177740
Oingo boingo versus Epstein

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>>80177788
In a foggy abandoned mansion on a private island, the eight members of Oingo Boingo materialize on stage, instruments ready. Jeffrey Epstein steps out from the shadows, smirking.

Danny Elfman grins maniacally.
“Well well, looks like we got a real weirdo in the audience tonight.”

Epstein sneers.
“You freaks in your skeleton suits don’t scare me. I own people like you.”

Steve Bartek strums a dissonant chord.
“Dead man’s party, anyone?”

The band launches into a frantic ska-punk assault. Horns blare as Epstein charges. Richard Gibbs slams keyboards, sending waves of sound that knock Epstein back.

“You think music can stop me?” Epstein shouts, grabbing a mic stand to swing.

John Avila slaps bass thunder that shakes the floor. Epstein stumbles. Johnny “Vatos” Hernandez pounds drums like war beats.

Elfman leaps forward, singing in Epstein’s face.
“Little girls! Little girls! You’re done playing with little girls!”

Epstein lunges, but Sam “Sluggo” Phipps blasts a saxophone note that staggers him. The whole band circles, playing faster, louder.

Epstein covers his ears.
“Stop it!”

Elfman pulls a comically oversized mallet from nowhere.
“Only a flesh wound? Nah. This one’s for the kids.”

With a final crashing crescendo, Elfman swings the mallet down onto Epstein’s head. Crack. Epstein crumples to the floor, out cold.

The band hits one last triumphant chord as fog swirls. Elfman wipes the mallet.
“Goodbye, creep. Show’s over.”

>>80177908
The stickman next to Shuma-Gorath vs John Wick

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>>80178082
An empty warehouse echoes with distant dripping water. The stick man from Xiao Xiao crouches low, eyes invisible but intent sharp. Across the floor, John Wick steps forward, pistol raised, measuring his opponent.

Wick fires first. Bullets tear through crates and metal beams, but the stick man moves with impossible fluidity, flipping over the rounds and sliding behind shadows. He counters with a series of rapid punches and kicks, each strike exaggerated in impossible angles, smashing through wooden beams and concrete pillars.

John rolls, using a pillar for cover, then springs forward with precise gunfire and martial strikes. The stick man blocks, bends, and twists midair, redirecting attacks with uncanny acrobatics. The warehouse becomes a blur of motion—bullets, punches, and flying debris.

“You’re fast,” Wick mutters, spinning and knocking over a metal barrel to create a barrier. “But not fast enough.” He reloads and charges, blades drawn from under his coat.

The stick man spins into a whirlwind of strikes, flattening barrels and slamming walls, yet Wick adapts, his combat instinct predicting each exaggerated move, landing glancing blows that make the stick man stagger slightly.

Wick lunges, slicing through a beam and aiming a precise stab. The stick man dodges, but Wick’s relentless precision leaves no room for error. With a final feint, Wick flips behind him, grabs the stick man mid-kick, and executes a perfectly timed judo throw, slamming him onto a steel platform.

The stick man attempts one last flurry, but Wick drives a steel pipe across his chest, pinning him flat. Motion stops.

Wick steps back, breathing steadily. The stick man lies motionless, finally beaten by strategy, precision, and lethal human skill.

>>80178114
Lo Wang vs King Bradley

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>>80178218
A ruined temple sits under a blood-red sky. Lo Wang grips his katana, shadowy ninja cloak flaring. Across the courtyard, King Bradley, eyes sharp beneath his eyepatch, unsheathes his sabers with a calm, predatory grace.

“You sure you want to do this?” Wang taunts, spinning into a ready stance.

“Your confidence will be your undoing,” Bradley replies, muscles coiled, movements taut as springs.

Wang charges, blades flashing, teleporting in bursts of ninja speed. King Bradley counters with his ultimate speed, sabers slicing air before Wang can land a strike. Steel meets steel in sparks as Wang spins, ducking, kicking, and slicing through stone pillars.

Bradley’s eyes gleam. He reads Wang’s rhythm flawlessly, every teleported strike predicted. Wang fires pistols and explosives, each narrowly avoided with a flick of Bradley’s wrist. One wrong move and the ninja finds himself cut through.

Wang leaps, summoning mystical energy for a heavy strike, aiming to overwhelm. Bradley sidesteps, a blur of precision, and lands a single counter slash to Wang’s side, slicing through armor and energy focus. Wang stumbles but recovers, smirking.

The fight escalates—teleports, sword clashes, acrobatics, and deadly feints. Wang lands a glancing blow, cutting Bradley’s coat, but Bradley’s reflexes are inhuman, his sword now a lethal extension of instinct.

With a sudden feint, Bradley opens an impossible angle, thrusting through Wang’s defenses. Lo Wang tries to teleport away, but Bradley anticipates it, intercepting mid-air with a spinning thrust that pierces Wang’s torso.

Wang hits the ground, breathing raggedly, katana sliding from limp hands. Bradley steps forward, sabers lowered, eyes calm and merciless.

>>80178272
zombie gamer vs Shuma-Gorath

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>>80178350
In a glitching black Game Area warped by eldritch chaos, Kamen Rider Genm Zombie Gamer Level X groans to life, green eyes glowing.

“Graaah! Another bug in my perfect game? I’ll collect your death data!”

Shuma-Gorath’s massive eye manifests amid writhing tentacles, reality itself cracking.

(Telepathic hiss) “Code-flesh… I devour worlds. You are glitch.”

Genm charges, Dangerous Breaker spikes slashing at regenerating tentacles.

“Critical End!” He leaps for a spinning kick, shattering chunks of appendage.

Shuma blasts mystic energy from his eye. Genm explodes in purple smoke, reviving stronger.

“Heh, immortality! Can’t kill the game god!”

Tentacles lash, injecting chaos corruption. Genm summons zombie clones, exploding on impact. Hallucinations flicker, but Shuma phases through, mind probing.

“Your ‘data’ crumbles.”

Genm injects a virus via his gloves.

“Critical Dead!” Shuma writhes briefly, then grows larger, absorbing the code.

“Level X max!” Genm roars, firing Gashacon energy.

Shuma envelops him in tentacles, squeezing. Genm revives twice more, but chaos steadily erodes his gauge.

With a final mystic stare, Shuma unleashes Chaos Devour. Tentacles pierce Genm’s core, unraveling his immortality into void.

Genm shatters.

“Error… game ov—”

The area stabilizes, empty.

>>80178445
Maruki vs Evil Morty

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>>80178501
In a warped fusion of Maruki's Palace and the Citadel, golden light clashes with flickering portals. Evil Morty steps out, force field humming.

Maruki, in Azathoth form, smiles sadly.
“Poor child. Let me free you from suffering. Accept my salvation!”

Morty smirks.
“Salvation? That’s for Ricks and idiots. I make my own reality.”

Maruki unleashes cognitive waves, forcing blissful visions. Morty staggers, eyes glazing.
“Feel… happy…”

But Morty activates a neural blocker.
“Pathetic mind tricks.” He portals behind, blasting with an energy rifle. Azathoth reels.

Maruki transforms to Adam Kadmon, glowing.
“Future’s End!” Time slows, but Morty spin-dials a counter portal, redirecting the blast back.

“You think you control desire? I control dimensions!” Morty hacks with his wrist device, corrupting the Palace cognition.

Maruki falters.
“No… I only want peace!”

Morty opens a black hole portal beneath him.
“Peace is weakness.”

Maruki plummets into the void, the palace crumbling around him.

Morty dusts his hands.
“Another fool deleted.”

>>80178565
DON'T SAY HIS NAME vs the Eds

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>>80178700
A quiet cul-de-sac flickers like a broken cartoon cel as Candlejack steps out of the shadows, his hook scraping the pavement. He grins, eyes gleaming beneath the brim of his hat. The rules of reality loosen the moment his name is spoken.

Ed, Edd, and Eddy stand at the end of the street, mid-scam, a jawbreaker stand wobbling.

Eddy points. “Okay, tall freak, unless you’ve got quarters, beat it.”

Edd adjusts his hat nervously. “Gentlemen, I believe this individual is the folkloric kidnapper who abducts anyone that utters his na—”

Ed gasps. “Candlejack!”

The air snaps. A rope whips forward, snaring Ed instantly and yanking him offscreen with a distant yell.

Eddy panics. “What the heck just happened?”

Candlejack chuckles. “Careful, kids. Names have consequences.”

Edd gulps. “We must avoid verbal identification. He operates on a memetic trigger.”

Eddy grabs Edd. “Less nerd, more running!”

They bolt. Candlejack strolls after them, hooks and ropes appearing wherever he gestures. Eddy skids to a halt, shouting, “Somebody stop Candlejack!”

Another snap. Eddy vanishes in a puff of dust and motion lines.

Edd stands alone, trembling. “Statistically speaking, this outcome was highly predictable. Candlejack’s reality-warping gag logic functions as an absolute—”

Candlejack tips his hat. “You’re smart. Pity.”

The rope flies.

The cul-de-sac resets to silence, jawbreakers rolling across empty pavement.

Candlejack fades back into the cartoon ether, undefeated. Against slapstick logic and unwitting self-sabotage, the trio from Ed, Edd and Eddy never had a chance. The living punchline from Freakazoid wins decisively, finishing the fight the only way he ever does.

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