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I would imagine the immense, age old dragon would make quick work of a lone demon!

Madara Uchiha and Father stride into FIGHT TO WIN!

Two who seek godhood and will bend reality to do so. The immensely powerful shinobi Madara Uchica, faced with the master of the Philosopher Stone, Father. One will walk away from this battle...but the rest of the planet may not be so lucky.

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Fight to Win - The Atom Vs Ant -Man

Big ideas can come from little, little men, and today, these two will put their ideals and inventions to the test in a battle where there’s only room for one giant sized champion!

Inside the curves and wires within Iron Man’s suit, Ray Palmer stood, recording everything he saw on his tablet. “Interesting stuff...I have to admit I wouldn’t think to use these kinds of materials.” He muttered to himself. ”Hey buddy!” Scott surprised Ray from behind. The Ant-Man believed he found exactly what Tony could not. “You lost? You seem to have wandered into someone else’s armor.” “Guilty as charged.” Ray compacted his tablet, returning it to his utility belt. “I’m not looking for any trouble. I just wanna make sure your Iron friend can’t do anything he might regret with this kind of technology.” “A surprise search?” Scott cracked his knuckles. “Was never a fan of that kind of thing in prison.” “I think I know where this is going…” Ray turned to face Scott straightforward. “Not that I’m complaining.” FIGHT! Ray blasted himself forward with the the thrusters on his suit, his leg pointed forward to land a rushing kick into Scott. Pushed backwards, Scott gripped the steel panels inside the suit, pushing himself forward toward Ray, his elbow pointed out to hit Ray. The two were quickly entangled, catching one another’s blows. Scott grabbed hold of Ray’s head, pulling back his own before exposing his opponent to a powerful headbutt. A bit of blood flew from Ray’s nose, who exasperatingly pressed his hands to Scott’s chest in response. “Sorry, little close for comfort.” Ray released the photon blast from the cannons on his suit, sending Scott flying backwards. Scott grunted as his body hit a wall of iron behind him. “Now you’re really asking for it!” Scott reached for the closest thing to him--a cluster of wires connected to a compartment within the armor, which he yanked out of place. I’ll pay for that later. Scott threw the wires, their sparking end out forward, at Ray, who endured a shock when they made contact. With his foe shaken and paused, Scott threw himself forward, knocking Ray off of his feet and down onto his back, slamming against a thick ground of cables. “Not so tough now, are yAAGH!” Scott quickly found himself tripped off his own footing, knocked down by Ray, who had used his legs to knock him over with a quick maneuver. Ray was fast to roll toward Scott, lifting himself over his opponent. “Let’s see how many watts that suit can take, huh?” Gripping Scott’s wrists, Ray sent a surge of electricity into his foe. Scott yelled in pain, but wasn’t paralyzed. Through the pain running through his body, Scott sent his knee upward into Ray, flipping him over and off of himself. “You’re hard headed!” Ray said between bated breaths, climbing back up. “Lots of prison hazing.” Scott responded with a shrug as he stood back up himself. The two superheroes rushed at one another. Fueled by his suit's thrusters, Ray shot himself at Scott. The two collided, both of their fists crashing into their foes chest. As soon as the collision occurred, the suits of both men made a slight hiss and sputter. Uh-oh. Oh, geez.

((music shift: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToDHGKykPh8 )) Free falling down the many, many stories of the building, Ray regained his composure, aiming his back for the ground, he looked up to see Scott diving after him, small shards of glass raining with him. Scott unlatched a silver disc with a blue, light center. “Ya hear the one about the pancake outside Stark Tower?” Scott threw the disc, which released a blue light when it made contact with one of the pieces of glass, which then suddenly grew to several times its original size. The massive sheet of glass fell toward Ray with great speed. Ray pointed his sidearm at it. “You’re gonna wanna close your eyes!” He said before firing off a photon blast which shattered the enlarged piece, sending it’s smaller fragments up at Scott, to his irritation. “Going up!” Ray said as he activated the jet flames on his suit, allowing him to fly upward, grabbing Scott’s leg during his ascension. Scott quickly found himself helpless, dangled about by the Atom, who quickly spun him around mid air before throwing him down into the street below. Scott flew to the ground with an impact that broke the concrete below. Ray, meanwhile, landed safely with aid of his suits flying function. “Learn your lesson yet?” Ray urged as he approached the crater made by Scott’s crashing body. When the dust from his fall cleared, Scott could still be made out, crouching low, another blue disc in his hand. “I’m told I’m a unique kind of learner, you see.” Scott noticed one of his ants had drifted down toward him from the battle above in the tower. “Sometimes I need a little help!” Scott threw the disc upward, which with another flash, made a behemothic monster out of the ant, which grew to the size of a car, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. “Can’t say I thought I’d see this today…” Ray admitted. “CHARGE!” Scott pointed at his foe, directing the ant to lift off the ground with its wings, hissing as it lunged at Ray. Ray quickly pointed his photon ray at the ant--but it wouldn’t fire. Still cooling down?! Before he knew it, he was floored, the massive ant on top of him and it’s hideous features mere inches from his own face. “Good boy!” Scott smiled. “Don’t let him back up!” This might be my worst nightmare--oh my god. Ray cringed as the giant ant fogged up the visor of his helmet. He arched his ion blaster on the opposite arm of his suit at the ant, releasing a single blast that shrank the insect back down to its original size. “I really should’ve been an exterminator…” Ray dusted himself off, while Scott rushed toward him. Ray turned around, lifting his arms in a martial arts stance. He was surprised to see Scott jump off the ground a few feet away from him and quickly shrink midair. Before Ray even knew it, he was flipped over by the microscopic Ant-Man, who had latched to his chest and pulled him over with all of his full sized strength. “Can’t hit what you can’t see!” Scott smiled as he punched Ray’s body, creating a sensation akin to a bullet. Ray endured several pint sized strikes all over his midsection. “True…” Ray activated his flight thrusters. “But I can shake you off!” Ray lifted himself off into the air, spinning through the air, hoping to get rid of the Ant-Man so he could regroup. Before long, he felt the pressure from his opponent’s blows shake off as Scott fell off of his body. “You aren’t getting away that easy!” Scott urged. In the middle of his fall from Ray’s body back to the earth, he expanded back to his full size, and from that threshold, continued to do so. Ray didn’t realize that behind him while he flew, Scott had grown to be much taller than the tower they were just fighting inside. Scott needed only to extend his massive arm and place his hand in way of the path Ray was flying through to swat Ray hurdling back down to the ground. “Game over, fly boy.” The gigantic Scott’s voice echoed. “I’d stay down if I were you.” Ray climbed back onto his knees. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Within a few moments, Ray’s body was surrounded by a blue light, which expanded and caused his own structure to grow taller. Before long, he was just as huge as Scott, both dwarfing the towers that surrounded them. Cars halted in the streets and people gawked from the windows of their office buildings as the giants approached each other. “I’m ready to settle up if you are.” Ray beckoned towards himself with a hand gesture. “Be my guest!” Scott responded before throwing the first punch, connecting with Ray’s jaw and sending a gigantic glob of his spit out of his mouth. Ray promptly returned with a photon blast to Scott’s chest, which pushed the gigantic Ant-Man down the length of the city block. The behemoth superhero had to quickly grab the rooftops of a couple nearby buildings to pull himself back up. The Ant-Man scoped his surroundings once he regained his footing. “What have I got here…” Scott reached down, picking up an empty semi-truck which he tossed in Ray’s direction. Ray quickly fired his Ion blaster at the truck, shrinking it back down. “You’re out of tricks…” Ray said as he stepped forward, grabbing both of Scott’s shoulders. “And out of luck!” With that, Ray sent a surge of electricity into Scott, who endured the full force with a yell of pain. The moment of shock ended, Ray, still holding onto Scott, sent his foot into his stomach, sending him tripping backwards once more. Scott’s clumsy fall was halted when his back collided with the iron bars holding up a water tower. “Oh shit!” Before Ant-Man could move, the water container came crashing down onto him, dousing him with water. Almost immediately, his suit began to short out. “Oh man, there is NO protocol for this!” Electric surges began to dance about Scott’s body as his suit’s fuses broke out in sparks. With each small combustion, Scott began to shrink back to his natural size. Within a few moments, he was suspended in mid air, in a soaked and destroyed suit and reverted to his natural size. “Down came the rain…” Ray chuckled as he watched Scott fall through the air, yelling in horror before the Atom extended his palm beneath him, quickly clasping his fingers shut as soon as he caught his foe. KO “Rip Hunter is gonna want a look at that suit of yours, too.” Ray said before he stomped away from Stark Tower.

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Just wanted to say thanks!

I recently recieved a whole list of fight suggestions from a user--they didn’t have a a direct blog attached rather just their email, so I decided to say thanks here rather than go through any middle man, in hopes you may notice!

And equal thanks to ANYONE who has suggested battles thus far! I cannot promise I’ll do every fight you guys want me to, of course, but it makes me happy that there are people who care enough about my takes on fictional characters to submit their ideas.

Stay cool guys! And stay tuned for Atom Vs Ant Man!

Fight to Win: Dave’s Cut - Homura Akemi Vs Yoshikage Kira

Next up on Dave’s Cut--where we have no time for research or analysis! Manipulators of time and masters of demolition! Kyubey’s oldest pawn, Homura Akemi, against the menace on Morioh, Yoshikage Kira!

Throwing the wrapper to his favorite sandwich into the receptacle by the park, Yoshikage Kira looked at his watch. “And still ten minutes to spare before I have to go back to work…” He thought aloud. “And it’s such a beautiful day…” The toe headed man pulled open his coat, his torso facing the trashcan, positive nobody could see. He looked down inside. “Ooh...Minako.” He cooed as he feasted his eyes on the severed, rotting hand of his last victim. Just looking at the once young lady’s red painted finger nails made him shiver. “Our time together has been exquisite...but an odor is beginning to surround you. What would people say?” Gingerly as he could, Kira pulled the hand from his coat and dropped it into the trash. “I suppose it’s time to track down a new one. Maybe after work...there’s a woman on the subway each day with exquisite fingers....” Kira’s daydreams were cut short by a voice behind him. ”That hand was your last, you sick freak.” Kira’s heart skipped a beat. He’d been found out? But he had always been so discrete! “Who the…?” Kira turned around. He had never seen this dismal looking little girl in his whole life. “I can tell you're confused.” Homura Akemi plainly stated. “But I’ve seen you carry out your hideous indulgences for too long!” Kira’s eyes shot left and right. “If you’ve really watched me for as long as you claim...you know I cannot allow you to leave here.” FIGHT Homura’s shield, her temporal sand timer in its center crest, materialized over her arm. “Get ready!” She lunged in Kira’s direction, swinging her shield, hoping to land a decisive, close range blow as quickly as possible. Kira swayed out of the first swing’s direction, before finding himself forced to block a second blow with his hand. Despite his seemingly initial success, he quickly found his hand wasn’t a sufficient defense, as Homura overwhelmed him, sending him rolling backwards after three strikes across the face from her metal shield. “Nice try.” Homura droned. On a single knee and wiping blood from his mouth, Kira chuckled to himself. “What’s so funny?” Homura snapped. “You have no idea…” Kira stifled a full on maniacal laugh. My Stand...Killer Queen makess a bomb out of everything we touch! Invisible to Homura, Kira’s Stand, Killer Queen manifested. The magenta figure mimed the motion of the pressing of a TNT detonator. As soon as the motion was fulfilled, Homura’s shield glowed and, within a moment, exploded. The blast sent Homura flying backwards, crashing into a park bench hard enough to leave a dent. Homura pulled herself off the structure, looking down at all that remained of her shield in her palm--the sand timer crest, surrounded by jagged and charred metal. “That could’ve turned out a lot worse…” Homura admitted, before she looked up. She hadn’t realized that her shield was what carried her slew of firearms, which were now scattered about the park. Kira rubbed his hands together as he picked up a heavy rocket launcher, resting it on his shoulder. “Everything’s coming out Kira today!” A wicked look in his eye, Kira pulled the trigger, firing off a massive rocket. Homura quickly gripped a discarded grenade, biting off the pin and throwing it at the missile. The explosion promptly detonated the missile in mid air, causing an immense, mutual explosion, causing both combatants to skid backwards. “Don’t move!” Homura lifted a machine gun off the ground, taking aim at Kira and opening fire, releasing a storm of flashing bullets in his direction. Kira stopped cold in his tracks. ”Killer Queen!” Kira’s Stand appeared behind him again, drifting toward a car parked nearby. Kira’s Stand lifted the car off the road, holding it up in front of the prolific serial killer. Kira smiled smugly as the bullets blasted the car harmlessly. Killer Queen promptly threw the car at Homura as soon as her gun ran out of bullets. Homura braced herself, generating a purple shield of energy in front of herself. Killer Queen, once more, made the detonating hand gesture, causing the car it had handled to burst into flames. ”Damn it! The force of the blast was enough to knock Homura off of her feet despite the leverage of her defenses. “Winning one fight is easy, maybe even fun.” Kira, his eyes half lidded, lectured. “But it makes you stressed out for the next one.” By the time Homura returned to her feet, she saw a device materialize between herself and Kira. Sitting on four wheels was a metal, dome shaped shell, decorated with a skull. “Killer Queen’s second bomb, Sheer Heart Attack.” Kira introduced. As he did so, the skull on the bomb’s front glowed to life before the wheels carried itself toward Homura. Homura was quick to pick up a pistol from the ground. “Keep away from me!” Homura desperately pulled the trigger, sending an entire round of bullets at the Sheer Heart Attack. Every bullet bounced right off. Kira chuckled. “Sheer Heart Attack has no weaknesses.” Homura dropped the gun. Taking a single step backwards, she gripped the slightly broken sand timer she had left in her pocket. Please work! Sheer Heart Attack had lightly tapped against Homura’s foot by now--which meant it was about to explode. Homura channeled her magic energy into the sand timer, and just as Sheer Heart Attack detonated, she managed to stop time. Homura looked around. Sheer Heart Attack was in the process of exploding, the flames mere inches away from her face. Kira had a look of bloodlust and anticipation quite literally frozen on his face. Homura stepped around the exploding Sheer Heart Attack and strolled in Kira’s direction. On her way, she picked up a shotgun. One she was poised directly behind Kira, Homura allowed time to crawl forward once more. Sheer Heart Attack detonated, releasing a brilliant flare of smoke and fire, which Kira laughed at the sight of. “AAAHAHAHA!” Kira guffawed. “Luck has sided, once more, with Yoshikage Ki---” Kira was frightened by the sensation of the cold barrel of a shotgun against the back of his head. “You almost got me with that trick the last time we fought.” Homura said. “L-last time?!” Kira stammered before Homura pulled the trigger. The blast of the shotgun destroyed Kira’s skull in a single flash. KO Homura rested the end of her rifle on the ground. “Let’s hope that’s the last time we have to do that.”

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Ant Man and the Atom shrink down for a FIGHT TO WIN!

You might need a magnifying glass to see this battle! Next time on Fight to Win is a titanic battle of microscopic proportions! Scott Lang, the Ant Man, face to face with Ray Palmer, the Atom!

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Fight to Win - Kazuya Mishima Vs Toguro

These two sacrificed their humanity for vengeance. The monster within the man will rise, but only one will fall.

Kazuya entered the multiplex plaza surrounded by bodyguards, walking stiffly in their three piece suits. “Right this way to your room, Mr. Mishima.” Kazuya was staying overnight for a convention--one where he’d reveal sensitive G-Corporation information anyone would kill for. Naturally his best bodyguards were on the job. Left of the lobby Kazuya entered was the hotel bar, where the staff was growing weary of a mountainous looking man, who had loitered on his select barstool, ordering several glasses of plain orange juice the entire day. The moment Kazuya’s guards lead him inside, the towering stranger’s attention, for the first time in hours, left his beverage. The guards only broke their circle around Kazuya when he whose name the room was under had to sign a piece of paperwork. Irritating as it was, the mogul of G-Corporation looked down to deliver his hancock. With a quick movement of his hand, Kazuya fulfilled the contract. He lifted his head, only to see the desk attendant with a look of horror painted on his face. Kazuya smirked as he turned around. Standing there was the behemoth from the bar, standing rather nonchalantly, the bloodied remains of the G-Corporation guards in his hands. “I thought I was being forward.” The assailant spoke. “But I don’t believe you noticed me.” “I did.” Kazuya confirmed, facing the stranger and cracking his knuckles as he did. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had any proper exercise.” “This is no exercise.” The man adjusted his sunglasses. “I’m the younger of the Toguro Brothers. You, Kazuya Mishima, have been affiliated with a very large bounty.” “My father’s doing?” Kazuya chuckled. “No one you’ve heard of.” Toguro removed his jacket. “I’ll make this quick.” Kazuya chuckled. “Oh, will you?” FIGHT! A quick kick the neck will end this quickly. Toguro tried to land a roundhouse kick on the spot, but Kazuya quickly reacted, grabbing hold of Toguro’s leg before his kick could hit him. Kazuya tightly gripped his foe’s leg before swinging him around, throwing Toguro a few feet into the air. Toguro crashed into a few neatly aligned chairs by the lobby desk. The socialites walking about the hotel gasped and scattered in fear. Kazuya crept toward where he threw his opponent, while Toguro pulled himself back up. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t feel like exerting myself today.” Toguro seemed to brace himself where he stood, straining his arms. “But I do many things I do not feel like.” Kazuya was surprised to see the stitchess on Toguro’s jacket burst off onto the floor. Toguro opened his mouth and let out a yell as his chest and arms gradually expanded. Before long, Toguro’s shirt and jacket could no longer contain his body, as his torso and arms developed immense muscles. “Fifty percent of my power should suffice.” Toguro admitted, taking a deep breath as he was relieved from the expanding sensation. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, readjusting to his newly grown body. “You think mere size will intimidate me?” Kazuya stepped forward, preparing to strike Toguro with his fist. His bare fist made contact with Toguro’s abs, and the second it did, he felt a pain shoot up his arm. It’s...hard as a rock! Kazuya cringed. “That’s how most people react.” Toguro said before sending Kazuya flying backwards with a single swing of his arm. Kazuya careened back, breaking through the decorative fish tank that stood tall in the lobby above the sign in desk. Kazuya picked himself up off of the hardwood floor, covered with water, flailing fish, and shards of glass. Toguro pointed his shoulder forward, not hesitating to charge forward. The man at the front desk yelped in fear before hopping out of the way as Toguro crashed right through the desk, through the wooden stand that the fish tank once sat atop of, and into Kazuya, who was recovering behind it. Kazuya took the full brunt of Toguro’s immense body in his midsection. Toguro continued to charge, until both crashed into the wall across the hall. Kazuya felt himself crushed between the the jagged walls and his foe’s suffocating body. I see I have to rely on my old crutch again… Kazuya felt the power of the Devil Gene seep into his hand. His palm glowed with red energy before he sent his fist into the bottom of Toguro’s jaw. This blow sent Toguro rocketing straight into the air, crashing through the ceiling and up into the floor above. Toguro landed hard, leaving a massive dent that nearly broke the floor, much to the horror of the couple inside the room, who were quick to run out with a scream. Kazuya had leapt up into the room through the whole his opponent’s body left. Toguro rubbed his chin before returning to his feet. “That sort of power...felt familiar.” Toguro said. “I’m sure it’s nothing you have experience with.” Kazuya indulged in a devilish smirk, his left, red eye gleaming. “You’d be surprised.” Toguro took a stance. “Either way, now I see why the demon underworld wants your head. As such...I have to take you seriously now.” Red energy surrounded Toguro as, once more, his body stretched and contorted, his muscles hardening and growing. Kazuya took a step back, he could feel his foe’s demonic energy. Toguro let out a pained yell as his shadow cast over Kazuya. “I’ll honor you…” Toguro sighed as his transformation ended. “With eighty percent of my power.” “Flattering.” Kazuya rolled his eyes, before swinging his leg around for another attempted kick. Toguro quickly blocked the blow, before returning with his own punch, which Kazuya leaned out of the way of. The two next attempted a punch at the same time, their fists colliding in precise unison. Their respective red energies sparked off of their knuckles each time they made contact. The two traded blows, blocking each other’s punches and kicks, neither landing a decisive blow until Toguro extended his arm, his incredibly thick fingers wrapping around Kazuya’s neck. “I’m not looking to spend the entirety of my reward for killing you on the repairs for this hotel.” Toguro droned. “This ends now.” Toguro tightened his grip--Kazuya felt immense pressure in his head. He wasn’t sure if his skull would burst, his neck would snap, or if he would simply suffocate. With a raspy cry for air and blood, Kazuya’s eye flashed red a second time, triggering the release of a shock wave from his body. Toguro was blown into the wall behind him. Kazuya inhaled, finally regaining his own circulation since he forced Toguro to release his grip. The Mishima heir panted shakily, his eye glowing and dulling repeatedly. “Not...yet…” Kazuya forced his demonic energies back into his own body, before standing up straight. “Still attached to your humanity, I see.” Toguro pried himself off the wall. “For your sake more than mine.” Kazuya barked. “You know, I’ll be a little disappointed now if I don’t push you to your limit.” Toguro lifted his arm, the entire length radiating with a blinding, red energy. Toguro leapt forward, swinging his arm with incredible force. Kazuya could only attempt to block before Toguro’s arm slammed into him, creating a massive explosion of red sparks. Kazuya crashed through the rice paper shutters separating the hotel room from the outside of the building. Kazuya rolled over the black tiles that covered the massive awning which etched out below the window, looming over the streets of Tokyo. The yellow, paper lanterns that hung off of them were the only source of light in the pitch black night. Toguro stepped toward the now empty door frame, looking out, the cool, night air tickling his face. Kazuya had clinged a hand to the awning fast enough to keep himself from rolling over the edge. “Afraid you’ll lose your balance?” Toguro raised a single hand, his thumb pursed behind his index finger. “You might want to be careful.” Without warning, Toguro flicked his thumb over his finger several times. Each time, he sent out a tiny pocket of air. Kazuya was initially confused, before the invisible shots of sheer force picked tiles off of the awning like bullets as Toguro’s aim crept toward him. Kazuya tried to climb further onto the awning, only to find himself riddled by the ‘bullets’ produced by Toguro. Blood sprayed from Kazuya’s shoulders as he endured each shot. Kazuya coughed up a splash of blood before he released his grip on the awning, tipping and falling over the edge. Toguro sighed. “Makes it something of a hassle to find the body…” The gigantic hitman stepped out onto the awning, stepping toward its edge with care. It couldn’t hurt to peek and see if he was still moving. ”This is far from over!” Before Toguro reached the edge of the awning, Kazuya shot up from the ground below, now clad in purple, dark energy. Massive, bat-like wings on his back beat up and down, carrying Kazuya through the air. Toguro couldn’t help but smile. “Showing your true colors at last.” Kazuya’s eyes were now both gleaming red, his body covered head to toe in purple scales. “DIE!” Kazuya’s eyes released a flash of red, demonic energy, two beams of red blazes crawled up the awning, slashing across Toguro’s shoulders. Toguro yelled in pain, as he grabbed his arm where Kazuya’s attack left nasty burns. Kazuya allowed his wings to carry him down to the tile, stepping towards Toguro. “Looks like it’s MY turn to push you to your limits!” Kazuya quickly turned around, slashing Toguro across his face with his tail. Blood sprayed from Toguro’s cheek as the strike knocked his sunglasses off of his face, sending them spinning off of the awning. Toguro gripped the Devil formed Kazuya’s tail, swinging him over his shoulder and back into the awning, tiles flipping over with each slam. Kazuya turned his neck around, and with a sinister smile, shot another set of eye lasers at Toguro’s face. Toguro released his firm hand on Kazuya, as he buckled backwards. Toguro wretched in pain while Kazuya returned to his feet. “I had go through hell and back for this power.” Kazuya trudged toward Toguro, grabbing him by his neck. “This is just a small taste of the pain I experienced!” Kazuya punched Toguro in the face, before winding around with a kick. Kazuya landed several bruising strikes on Toguro. One last kick sent Toguro hurdling over Kazuya’s leg, sending him crashing to the floor. Kazuya crossed his arms, his wings expanding proudly. The demonic heir chuckled. “So much for that reward you were working toward.” Kazuya turned around, before Toguro got back up. “Something of a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Kazuya snapped back to his foe, before he felt his stomach drop at the sight of Toguro’s bruises disappearing off of his body. “Can’t say I saw this coming…” Toguro dusted himself off. “None who see me at this state live to tell the tale.” Toguro’s magenta hued aura burst around him. Toguro’s once human skin seemingly decayed on the spot, turning from a tan color to a rock like grey. Toguro’s body grew once more, his own legs snapping the tiles below his feet as his shoulders developed immense spires. Kazuya grit his teeth at the sight. “You’re fighting me well beyond 100% of my power now.” Toguro smiled. “Let’s settle this!” The two demons rushed at each other, and the instant they collided, the entire hotel shook. The pressure of their fists was nearly enough to tip the entire building, pieces of wood and metal flying all about. Both fighters yelled furiously, releasing auras of demonic energy that crashed into one another. From the point of view of someone far away, the entire layer of the building burst from below the rest of the hotel with crimson light. Demonic blazes and flames scattered as the floor the two fought on top of fell apart. Kazuya beat his wings, positive Toguro would fall to his demise while he made an escape. He couldn’t see very much within all of the dust and debris falling around him, and although this caused him to be somewhat aimless, he felt secure with his flight. ”Got you!” Kazuya was frightened by the sight of Toguro, bursting out of the clouds of dust and fire they had caused. The hulking demon wrapped his arms around Kazuya’s chest, dragging down the flying demon. “You aren’t going anywhere.” Toguro said, his tone remaining calm despite the calamity surrounded them both. The demon hitman began to savagely slam his fists into Kazuya’s back. Kazuya writhed in pain as the pressure Toguro applied forced him to descend faster and faster. The two crashed like a nosediving airplane into the ground below the hotel, Kazuya crushed beneath the immense pressure of his foe. An immense cloud of dirt rose from the impact of both fighters’ crashing bodies. Toguro stood tall above Kazuya, who was bloodied and smashed into the street. As the dust cleared, Toguro looked down. Despite all he had exerted, his foe was still alive. Kazuya wheezed as he tried to pick himself up. “I’ll...get you...for this!” Toguro, somewhat disappointed, kneeled down toward his foe. “I wish I didn’t have to dishonor you like this, but it seems an earnest death in combat simply won’t suffice.” Toguro looked Kazuya in the eyes, and took a deep breath. Before Kazuya knew it, he felt the very air in his chest escape through his mouth. His very life force was crawling out of his body and into Toguro’s. Toguro patiently allowed the stream of Kazuya’s soul to be passed unto him. Within moments, Kazuya was reverted to his human form, before he fell limp where he laid. Toguro stood back up, consuming Kazuya’s soul completely. KO Toguro pulled out his cell phone as he turned around, still in his fully demonic form. “Brother? I finished the job...no thanks to you.”

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Fight to Win: Dave’s Cut - Black Widow Vs Black Canary

Today, the infamous calling canary tries her wing at new prey--the deadly spider! The Avengers’ Black Widow, head to head with the Justice League’s Black Canary! Today on Dave’s Cut, where we have no time for research or analysis!

The doors to the warehouse crept open. A pistol in hand, Natasha slipped inside. “For a meeting of the biggest gangsters in New York...it’s quiet.” The redheaded agent quickly hid behind one of the many wooden crates stacked inside the warehouse. As she neared the center of the lot, the definite noise of bodies hitting the concrete ground grew more vivid. Negotiations go wrong? Natasha stepped out into sight, pointing her gun. “Freeze!” Natasha was surprised to see just about every sloppily dressed gang member knocked out cold on the ground. Only one was still standing...and he wouldn’t be for long, as a woman with blonde hair about half his height stepped toward him, punching him in the face. “THIS is for selling drugs to kids…” The hero known as Black Canary lifted her leg next. “And THIS is for looking at my ass funny.” She sent her high heel into the boss’ throat, sending his body crashing into one of the massive boxes. Natasha approached, her gun still poised. Dinah looked up at her. “So...this isn’t what it looks like.” Dinah insisted. “Just wanna ask some questions.” Natasha calmly responded, her finger wrapping around the trigger of her gun. FIGHT! Natasha fired her gun, but almost immediately saw Dinah open her mouth in response. The Canary Cry escaped Dinah’s lips. The intense sound waves stopped the bullet Natasha had fired in its path, sending it backwards. In the span of the mere moment she had fired, Natasha felt her should grazed by her own bullet. Before she could question this, she felt herself blown backwards by the force of incredible soundwaves. Natasha rolled across the cold, cement ground before recollecting herself. She lifted a hand to her ear. “Worse than Clint on karaoke night…” Natasha rose to one knee, extending her arm and opening fire with her wristlets. Dinah cartwheeled to her left, out of the direction of the blinding gunfire. “Not that this hasn’t been fun,” Dinah lifted one of the massive boxes off of the floor. “But I’m late for a date.” The Black Canary threw the box, sending it hurtling toward Natasha, who fired the guns on her wristlets, destroying it and sending the grenades packed inside spilling out in every direction. Natasha picked up one of the grenades, plucking out the pin with her teeth before lobbing it behind her back. “Hot potato.” Dinah flipped backwards, crouching behind one of the boxes and plugging her ears, but she didn’t make enough distance between herself and the explosion to save herself from total harm. She found herself knocked several feet by the force of the grenade, landing hard on the ground. The box she was hiding behind had also been blown to bits. Its contents, this time a collection of butterfly knives, scattered. The knives fell, pointed ends forward toward Dinah. Dinah, still on the floor, grit her teeth and shut her eyes, bracing for the worst. Every knife stuck itself into the floor around her, making a Dinah Lance shaped hole in the center of the array. “...Good karma at work.” Natasha pulled one of the knives out of the floor, wasting no time in rushing toward the floored Dinah, who picked up a knife of her own in response. Dinah, however, didn’t have time to get back up before Natasha was standing above her, preparing to plunge her blade downward. Dinah let out a nervous yelp, as she blocked her chest with her knife, holding off Natasha’s. The steel clanged against one another, Natasha applying pressure downward on the struggling Dinah. “Screaming isn’t gonna help you.” Natasha sternly asserted. “I beg to differ.” Dinah smirked before she opened her mouth again, releasing a second Canary Cry upward at her opponent. Natasha was sent flying upward into the air. The Black Canary picked herself up while the Black Widow crashed into the warehouse ceiling. “Is the itsy, bitsy spider gonna come down from her web?” Dinah cracked her knuckles. Natasha shook off the impact with the wood paneled ceiling, before allowing herself to fall back down. Natasha descended, positioning her knees down forward. Dinah opened her mouth to release another sonic blast, but found herself interrupted by the impact of Natasha’s knees slamming onto her shoulders. With a quick motion of her hips, Natasha gyrated herself over, slamming Dinah into the floor hard enough to leave cracks in the pavement. And my friends rolled their eyes when I picked Judo over ballroom dancing. Natasha rolled away from Dinah, quickly picking herself back up. Dinah climbed back onto her knees. “Most can’t be bothered to wake up from that one.” Natasha stated, as she pulled out her batons, spinning them in her hands before tightly gripping them. Dinah stood up tall, wiping a trickle of blood off of her forehead. “I’m made of tougher stuff than a lot of folks.” Dinah unlatched her compacted staff from her belt, with, which a press of a button, extended to a length about equal to her own body. The two ran at one another, Natasha promptly catching the length of Dinah’s staff with her batons. Natasha turned around 360 degrees before sending her weapons toward Dinah again. Dinah took a step back, dodging the swinging weapons of her opponent before plunging forward. Neither assassin could touch the other. The metal weapons struck against each other, sending echoes of steel clanging throughout the warehouse. Natasha and Dinah veered back and forced forward, their weapons clashing into one another. The two pushed into one another, sparks scattering from the center where their weapons met. Natasha and Dinah carried into the struggle for a few moments...until both were startled by the sight of two arrows racing toward them out of the corner of their eyes. A green one, tipped with a boxing glove, struck Natasha in the face. At the same time, a purple one struck Dinah’s shoulder, sending an electric surge down her body. Both combatants fell over at the same time, knocked out cold. KO From the rafters above, Hawkeye and Green Arrow dropped down to the floor. “GOTCHA!” Both archers indulged in a moment of pride, before they looked down and realized what had just happened. “WHY is date night so difficult?” The Emerald Archer said as he drew his bow.

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Kazuya and Toguro raise hell in a FIGHT TO WIN!

Men are rarely all they seem. In fact, they often aren’t men at all! These two have forsaken their humanity for power, and are ready to clash for demonic supremecy! Will the carrier of the Devil Gene, Kazuya Mishima, defeat the Champion of the Dark Tournament, Toguro?

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Fight to Win - Hades Vs Maui

A battle of two of the strongest Gods produced by the Mouse House itself! One will go down in a blaze of glory, the other will reign for eras to come!

“You’ll have to do better than that, Crab Cakes!” Maui exclaimed as he flipped out of the way of the legs of his crustaceous nemesis, Tamatoa. “Hold STILL!” The angered crab swung his claw, which was caught my Maui, who countered by sending his enemy backwards with a powerful kick. No better way to spend my day than with my favorite punching bag! Maui practically danced around Tamatoa’s assaults; his favorite source of exercise. He was in the zone; far too much so to notice what was looming above him. Hades had originally taken his chariot, pulled by winged beasts, to the South Pacific to get a little color on his face--but the sight of the battle on one of the smaller islands caught his attention. He pulled the reigns of his transport, looking down at Maui and Tamatoa’s battle. “He’s muscle-y, he’s brave...he’s kicking around that oversized seafood dish like he’s a gefilte fish!” Hades exclaimed. “He could be perfect for showing up Wonder Boy…” Maui lifted Tamatoa high above his head, before tossing him over the shore of the beach and into the water, successfully flushing him out. “Come back for a whoopin’ any time you like!” Maui called out as he wiped off his hands in satisfaction. “I’ll be waitin’ with butter!” Hades cracked his knuckles. “Impressive! You’ve made it to PHASE TWO of try outs, my man!” A ray of dark energy extended from Hades’ finger, into the water Tamatoa was knocked into. “But it’s only gonna get harder from here!” Maui had turned around, starting to stroll away, before he heard the tides of the water shift. Maui quickly turned around, watching Tamatoa rise out of the ocean, the water falling off of his shell as his now glowing, yellow eyes extended out of the water. Maui took a step back, bewildered to see his familiar enemy surrounded by dark aura. “Tamatoa…?” Maui gripped his Mighty Fishing Hook that was tied to his belt. He wasn’t planning on pulling out the big gun until this very moment. “Hadn’t ya heard?” Tamatoa, maniacal and high on Hades’ magic power, grinned. “Darkness is the new Shiny!” Hades lounged back in his chariot. “Let’s keep it clean, boys…” FIGHT! Tamatoa swung his claw in Maui’s direction, who backflipped out of harm’s way, using his hook for leverage in the sand. “C’mere, you little morsel!” Tamatoa crawled back onto the sand, his once glittering, gold shell imbued with inky darkness. Tamatoa tried to slam Maui with his claw again, but Maui quickly swung his hook, sending a vibration down Tamatoa’s body and causing him to stagger backwards. “I don’t know what you’re all hyped up on, Tamatoa,” Maui said as the magic properties of his fishing hook transformed him into a gold feathered falcon. “But you use, you lose!” Maui beat his new wings as he flew at Tamatoa, who raised one of his legs, knocking Maui out of the sky. Hades cringed at the brutal hit from his seat above. “Shapeshifters, oi.” Reverted to his humanoid shape by the strike, Maui picked himself back up, gripping his hook. “Can’t take much more, can ya, Semi-Mini-Demigod?” Tamatoa lifted one of his long, armored legs up high again, intending to skewer the weakened demigod. Maui managed to sweep out of harm’s way, kicking sand behind him as he dodged. “Too slow!” Maui leaped toward Tamatoa, gripping the crab’s leg with his Hook. “Buckle up, Crusty!” Maui hopped from Tamatoa’s leg to his shell, still gripping a rope tied to his hook, which was, in turn, latched to Tamatoa’s leg. Once he was standing firmly atop Tamatoa’s shell covered midsection, Maui gave his hook a heavy yank. With a bit of give, Maui felt pressure release as he was sucessful in snapping off Tamatoa’s leg. Maui to pulled both his hook and new prize toward him. Tamatoa let out a roar of pain. “AGH! NOT AGAIN!” Maui jumped off of Tamatoa’s back, over his head and onto the sand. He waved Tamatoa’s broken off leg tauntingly. “That’s two!” Maui smiled. A furious Tamatoa lunged at Maui, who grabbed his foe the moment he was close enough by his claw. Maui lifted Tamatoa over his head, swinging the great beast in a circle before throwing him backwards into the water sitting on the opposite side of the island. Hades grinned from his view above the battlefield. “Holy SMOKES this guy has it all!” Hades’ chariot drifted down toward Maui, calling out to the victor. “Congrats, good sir!” Maui noticed Hades, and was immediately turned off by the sheer looks of the ebony clad god. “Uh...thanks?” Maui picked up his loot, his hook in one hand and Tamatoa’s leg in the other. “Always nice to meet a fan!” “A fan! Of course! Big fan!” Hades raised both hands. “In fact, I’m such a big fan, I wanna cut you a deal, Mister...ah…” ”Maui.” The demigod cut. How big of a fan could this guy be if he couldn’t even recall his name? “MAUI!” Hades grinned. “What a name! I can make you a big star, kid-o!” “Yeah...not interested.” Maui rolled his eyes, prepared to leave. “I know a little better than to talk to gods with flaming heads and evil looking flying buggies.” “Aw, C’MON, kid! Your face will be the talk of the town! Shoe deals, toys, merchandise, sports drink! And ALL after you take down Hercu--AAAAH!” Hades was interrupted by the impact of Tamatoa’s severed leg, which Maui had tossed up at his chariot. Hades fell to the sand below, landing with a hard slam, while his chariot, broken apart by the flying crab appendage, fell into the water. “That make my stance any clearer, Zippo?” Maui asserted. Hades pulled himself out of the sand, shooting a wicked look at Maui. His face slowly changed from pale blue to a fiery red, as the flames on his head burst into an inferno. ”GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” The fires bursting from Hades’ body hardened the sand around him. The God of the Dead stared daggers at Maui. “And just who the TARTARUS do you think you are?!” “I think we’ve been over this.” Maui smiled, resting his hook over his shoulder. “Maui, Hero of Men.” “Confident, aren’t we?” Hades took a moment to cool down, though the expression of rage painted on his face never left. “Well, allow me to wipe that smirk off your FACE!” Hades lobbed a fireball from his hand in Maui’s direction, but the demigod nimbly dodged out of the way. “Comin’ atcha!” Maui raced toward Hades, holding his hook behind him as he ran. Hades carried on bowling the balls of fire, which Maui easily drifted back and forth out of the way of. Once Maui was close enough, he jumped into the air before swinging his fishing hook several times. Hades, expecting the mere, wooden tool to simply pass through him, was met with several stinging strikes from the mighty weapon, the last of which knocked him a few feet away on his back. Hades spat out one of his yellow teeth into the sand. “What…” Hades pulled himself back up. “Was THAT?!” Maui admired his own fishing hook. “Crafted by the Gods themselves! Perfect for knocking around the likes of you.” The exposition was enough to make Hades flare with rage again, releasing an incredible wave of heat energy. The sheer force was enough to lift Maui off of the ground, throwing him into the water. Hades crept toward the shore. “I’ll fish you out of there if I have to!” ”Not necessary!” Maui exclaimed as he leapt out of the water, this time in the shape of an immense shark. Hades watched the transformed Maui soar toward him, his jaws opened and ready to clamp around Hades’ face. Hades let out a slight yelp before he ducked, allowing Maui to pass over him and land back in the water behind him. Hades stood back up, feeling his hand to his head. “Woah, is my hair out?” He was startled to find his usual flame was doused by the water brought out by the leaping Maui. Maui burst out of the water again, this time leaving trickles of water behind him in the shape of a broad winged falcon. This sight was enough to anger Hades, to the point that his hair reignited. “Just FULL of tricks, aren’t ya?!” In his talons, Maui carried a huge rock from the sea floor. The now avian Maui spun in the air before flinging the rock at Hades. Hades conjured a ball of fire, throwing it at the rock, shattering it into smoldering pieces out of the air. “And one for the road!” Hades pointed a finger at Maui, releasing a flash of dark energy that made contact with Maui’s chest, sending him crashing down to the beach, rolling through the sand and changing back into his humanoid form. “I’ve had it up to here with you demigod hero types!” Hades raised his hand, snapping his fingers. The sands shifted beneath Maui, who struggled back to his feet. From under the beach, a horde of decaying skeletons began to claw their way to the surface. Maui backed away, sure to keep his hands on his hook. “What kind of puny god relies on an entourage when he has all that power at his fingertips?” Maui beat his hook against his hand in anticipation. “A smart one.” Hades pointed to Maui, directing the attention of the skeletons. “GET HIM!” The skeletal goons moaned as they reached for Maui, who promptly reduced the nearest one to a pile of bones with a single strike. “You wanna dance, boys? Let’s dance!” Maui spun his hook quickly, using the rotating hook to knock out a few other skeletons. Imitating the fire dances he had observed so many times, Maui swung and flung his hook in every direction, gracefully kicking and jumping over his own hook, not finishing a move without knocking out another skeleton. Outside the cluster of scattering bones, Hades rolled his eyes. “SO hard to find good help these days.” Hades rested his finger on his chin. “There’s NO gettin’ past that hook…” Maui clunked the last skeleton over the head, shattering it, before lifting his hook to the air triumphantly. “YEAH, baby!” Hades charged up a ball of fire, bigger than any previous, generated with both hands. “Hey, Fisher Boy! CATCH!” Hades let the massive fire ball fly at Maui, much too large for Maui to dodge this time. The demigod panicked, lifting his hook in front of himself for defense. The flame crashed into Maui, who felt the brunt of the heat blocked by his weapon. Maui’s feet were sent skidding back on the sand by the force of the attack. When the demigod opened his eyes, the hook was broken in two. Burnt at the ends by Hades’ attack, Maui held the handle. The Hero of Men turned around to find the other end, charred and broken behind him. Maui’s eyes widened in disbelief.

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Fight to Win: Dave’s Cut - King Dedede Vs Fat Princess

Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Dave’s Cut, where there’s no time for research or analysis! In today’s battle--the destructive despots of Nintendo and Sony square off--King Dedede of Dreamland against the aptly Fat Princess of Titania!

Lounging on his immense throne, the de facto King of Dreamland had just grinned through the entire birthday song his massive choir of Waddle Dees had put together. Dedede twiddled his glove clad flippers with anticipation. He knew what was coming next. A crowd of his Waddle Dee soldiers gingerly gathered beneath a massive plate, topped with a plate cover that Dedede knew hid his anxiously anticipated birthday cake. The monarch stood from his throne, squawking as he cleared his throat. “As the old saying goes…” he declared. “Let them eat cake!” As a group, the Waddle Dees lifted the massive cover off of the plate. Dedede’s eyes widened, expecting a cake that at least reached the ceiling...but none was in such periphery. His gaze lowered down to the surface of the plate, expecting a cake a tier lower, and lower. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Sitting atop the plate was not a cake at all, but a rotund looking girl in a pink gown. The young lass wore a crown on her head and was licking frosting off of her fingers. “Your chefs make a good cake!” the Princess declared. “I’ll take three more to go...maybe an extra for the ride back to my kingdom!” King Dedede’s face turned beet red as he stomped hard enough to knock over his throne. “You’re NOT goin’ back to your kingdom if I’ve got anything to do with it!” Understanding their King’s cue, two of the Waddle Dees unveiled their King’s trademark hammer from a hidden compartment where his throne once sat. The King’s minions, with a bit of trouble, threw the King his weapon, which he caught with gusto before setting his sights on she who ate his cake. The Princess reached around her dress, searching for her own weapon. “Ooh, a fight! All the better to work off all that cake, anyways…” The heiress unveiled a pink scepter. “Bring it on, you ruffian!” FIGHT! Dedede lunged down from his throne podium, swinging his hammer. The Princess quickly hopped from her place on the gigantic plate. With no time to reposition his place of landing, Dedede promptly crashed into the plate, knocking every ill fated Waddle Dee below out cold. The Princess had scurried a few feet away by this point, giggling at her clumsy foe, while Dedede picked himself up from the mess. The avian king picked up one of his unconscious Waddle Dee warriors, threw it into the air, and hit it with his hammer on its way back down, sending the round creature flying at the Princess, hitting her in the face with incredible force. Dedede laughed as he picked up a second Waddle Dee, repeating the process of sending them flying like baseballs. The Princess lifted her skirt as she ran out of the path of the oncoming, projectile creatures. “That’s no way to treat your servants!” The Princess said to Dedede, who, with a crooked smile, was now sending them forward off the floor where they laid like golf balls. Princess promptly swung her scepter with great elegance, striking the Waddle Dee headed for her face and sending it back to Dedede, striking the King in his stomach. “Made ya flinch!” The Princess cheered as she rushed at her foe, and once near, unleashing a barrage of attacks from her scepter. Dedede felt his beak bruise before one last pink, sparkling strike sent him rolling backwards. Dedede shook off the blow, tightening his grip on his hammer. “If you love cake so much, I’ll make you into a big, flat pancake!” Dedede swung his hammer around in an arc before bringing it down above the Princess’ head. The massive weapon slammed into Princess’ face, sending her flying backwards into a table. The crashing Princess broke it in half and sent all of the Waddle Doos and Poppy Bros sitting at the table flying in every direction. Dedede, smiling with satisfaction at the attack, unveiled another one of his subject species, the Gordo, a steel, spherical beast covered in spikes that fit in the palm of Dedede’s hands. The Princess dizzily pried herself from the remains of the table in time to see her opponent preparring is new attack. “Catch!” Dedede lobbed the Gordo upward before knocking it forward with a beat of his hammer, sending it bouncing toward the Princess, who placed her hands on her hips in response. “ABS OF STEEL!” The princess puffed out her midsection. As the Gordo made contact, it ricocheted off of its target and, eyes agape, bounced rapidly about the throne room. Everyone in the room ducked as the barbed ball crashed through tables and chairs and off of walls. King Dedede felt his hat swept off of his head by the flying Gordo, much to his surprise, before the Gordo flew out a castle window, causing the entire castle to shake when it hit the ground outside.. “Someone wasn’t ready for this jelly!” The Princess giggled as she ran at the disoriented King Dedede, crashing into him with her elbow. “The Princess always wins!” The pink clad heiress announced as she rotated in place, twirling her scepter along with herself, creating a pink whirlwind as she turned. Dedede felt himself uncontrollably pulled toward the pastel tornado, releasing deep throated squawks as he felt himself pulled off of the ground. “Bye bye!” The princess, by jumping up and back down on the ground with immense force, scattered the wind, sending Dedede flying and crashing out of the ceiling of his own castle. KO All of the Waddle Dees looked up at there Dedede had been sent, before looking back down at the enigmatic Princess, who snapped her fingers. “So? Where are those cakes I requested?!”

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Hades and Maui break the gates down into FIGHT TO WIN!

A match of great, godly power and even greater egos is about to go down! Two Gods of Disney lore and further mythology will throw down--the God of the Dead, Hades, and the Hero of Man, Maui!

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Fight to Win - Zod Vs Frieza

A battle of intergalactic conquerors--in a battle of power and hubris as these two possess, you either win or you die.

Frieza’s saucer shaped choice of intergalactic teleportation made a loud hiss as its air jets blew the planet Namek’s fauna and grass about. As the ship’s door opened, out deployed several rifle toting soldiers, clad in the trademark armor all of Lord Frieza’s elite guards wore. Once all of the soldiers were on the ground, Frieza followed, his arms crossed, an impatient look in his eye. “Well? Is it here?” Frieza quickly demanded. “I’ll be quite disappointed if the radar was wrong.” The sentiment of Frieza’s displeasure was enough to send his soldiers in a hurried tizzy--before one spoke up. “H-here, Lord Frieza!” One of his soldiers exclaimed, lifting the orange Dragon Ball high into the air, the orange stone reflecting sunlight. “Excellent…” Frieza rubbed his chin with consideration, envisioning the wish he will make once all seven of the treasures are gathered. Behind him, one of Frieza’s soldiers reached for his scouter device over his eye. “My scouter...it’s picking up some power level off the charts!” Were the soldier’s last words before his body was crushed by the sudden impact of a second space ship--this one much smaller and more akin to what Frieza thought of as an escape pod. Frieza looked over to the new arrival, watching as the pod opened to reveal a humanoid looking fellow, his face lined by the beginnings of a brown beard. “A new planet…” The stranger said as he emerged from his pod. “A new population, to kneel before ZOD!” Frieza stepped toward the Kryptonian, his arms still crossed. “Kneel before you? My, how presumptuous…” The galactic overlord’s tone shifted as he neared Zod, enough to prompt the remaining crowd of soldiers to back away from both of them. “There’s always one.” Zod approached Frieza himself. “One I must make an example of.” FIGHT Frieza and Zod’s respective, steady strolls became mad dashes at one another, met at the middle, their hands tightly gripping one another. Both alien overlords pushed at one another, Frieza’s purple aura shoving against the sheer heat cone produced around Zod. Zod pulled upward with both arms, throwing Frieza up into the air, before flying straight up, crashing his head directly into Frieza on his way up, sending Frieza up further upon impact. Frieza shook the blow off, before looking up to see Zod, still flying upward, before stopping mid air. “It’s useless to resist!” Zod chuckled, as his eyes glowed bright red, blasts of heat vision shooting down toward Frieza. Frieza was quick to fly out of the attack’s path. “How rude!” Frieza extended a single finger, sending a barrage of his razor thin Death Beam attacks speeding upward at Zod. Zod looped around the energy blasts, careening down into Frieza, his shoulder out. He crashed into Frieza, who guard with his own arm. The two ascended into the air, pushing against one another and making direct and point blank eye contact. Zod smirked as he released another flare of his heat vision, shooting directly into Frieza’s eyes. The alien conqueror groaned in pain as he was blown back by the attack. “Checkmate!” Zod lifted both of his arms, before reaching to grab his opponent. Before he could grasp the alien’s body, Zod found that his foe had disappeared from sight. Zod choked in confusion before he could notice Frieza reappear behind him. “What a pity.” Frieza rotated quickly in the air, whipping his tail around and slamming it into Zod with incredible force. The Kryptonian general was flung downward, sent crashing into the Namekian earth. Frieza chuckled as he lowered himself from the air, his feet planted firmly on the ground, he stepped toward Zod, who was picking himself up out of the rubble. “I didn’t expect you to survive…” Frieza admitted. Zod, retaining his composure with a quick blow to his own face, reached below his feet. The Kryptonian began picking up a particularly large chunk of earth out of the dirt where he had landed. By the time his makeshift projectile was above his head, the shadow cast by it loomed over Frieza. “It’ll take more than that to make Zod kneel!” Zod exclaimed before throwing the cluster of earth in Frieza’s direction. “Child’s play.” Frieza commented as his bright pink ki energy shined on his finger tip. He released a second barrage of Death Beams that, bit by bit, reduced the stone to rubble out of the air. “This is growing tiresome…” For the first time over the course of the battle, the ki Frieza conjured surrounded his entire hand. He let the Death Wave barrel at Zod, crashing through the earth as it coasted. Zod reached around his back, unlatching his Kryptonian Rifle. He took a moment to aim as the barrel of his weapon extended. Zod, with great care, pulled the trigger, sending out bolts of plasma that intercepted Frieza’s attack, causing it to detonate prematurely. “I hate an uncooperative plaything!” Frieza next generated his Death Saucers, one spinning above each hand. “DIE!” Frieza sent both discs flying at Zod, who took a deep breath in response. Zod inhaled, and then exhaled, releasing a gust of super breath--traveling with all the force of a hurricane. The Death Saucers were stopped in their tracks and sent back at Frieza. Frieza’s eyes widened. While he was able to step out of the way of the first disc, the second made contact with his arm, slicing into his upper arm, causing his purple blood to spurt out. Frieza growled in pain, reaching for his wound. “I gave you a chance to kneel!” Zod flew toward Frieza, who was paused by his pain, gripping his neck once he was close enough. Zod lifted off into the air, taking Frieza with him and choking him before swinging him around. Frieza couldn’t let an anguished yell to escape his throat as Zod, several feet in the air, turned his foe upside down. Zod forced Frieza back downward, smashing the conqueror into the ground. The general then fell to his knees, looking down at his grounded opponent. “There is but one fate for those who refuse to kneel!” Zod raised his fist, slamming it into Frieza’s head, before raising the opposite and repeating the process, forcing Frieza further into the dirt with each punch. After six punches, Frieza was no longer struggling. Zod drifted up into the air, above Frieza, before his eyes emitted a massive blaze of heat vision. The lasers struck Frieza where he was planted, creating an immense explosion below Zod. Dirt and soil kicked upward among the fire, engulfing Frieza. “Not even worth bragging about.” Zod scoffed. Zod, still hovering, turned around. His hands folded behind his back, Zod was prepared to move elsewhere, before he noticed Namek shake violently. The clear waters rippled and serene grasslands quaked as the crater created by Zod’s assault on Frieza erupted, a golden light cutting through. Frieza rose from the where he was beaten down, his pale flesh now a glimmering gold. (music shift: www.youtube.com/watch?v=khk5V6L8Vos )) “Not many have pushed me to this limit.” Frieza stated, his eyes locking to Zod’s. “Consider this an honor.” Zod released a straight blast of heat vision at his foe, who quickly teleported out of the attack’s path. Frieza reappeared behind Zod, quickly jamming his knee into the Kryptonian’s back. Frieza was quick to disappear again, reappearing in front of Zod and punching him in his face, breaking his nose. Frieza left sight and reentered several times, each time at a different angle around from which he could strike, creating a new dent in Zod’s armor each time. “That’s...ENOUGH!” Zod attempted to swing his arm full circle to strike Frieza, but he wasn’t quick enough to track the tyrant, who had reappeared directly in front of his face, albeit facing the opposite direction. Without turning around to face Zod, Frieza raised a single arm, slamming Zod with the back of his hand. Still looking into the distance, Frieza lifted his tail above Zod’s head and brought it down, sending Zod hurdling into the waters of Namek. The waters settled after the impact of his body. Frieza eyed the waters, waiting for Zod to reappear. He was instead treated to the sight of the entire body of water boiling, turning bright red, the source of radiation seeming to be where Zod had landed. Out of the red, hot waters shot an array of heat rays, shooting with enough force to knock Frieza out of the air. Frieza found himself in a nosedive for the ground below. Zod emerged from the water, trudging toward the grounded Frieza, his eyes still glowing red. “I am a champion of war!” Zod barked. “And I will direct every year of experience I have in the art unto YOU!” Frieza rose back to his feet, throwing back both of his arms, causing his golden aura to flare. Zod ran at Frieza, surprising the alien quickly enough to grab ahold of his tail. Zod pulled Frieza high above his head by his tail, and slammed him into the ground, to his left, and then his right, leaving imprints on Namek with every swing. “Fatal mistake…” Frieza flexed his tail, seizing control by wrapping it around Zod, tightly constricting his chest with it. With the Kryptonian tied down, Frieza returned to his feet, taking the time to strike his opponent while he couldn’t move. After creating two more bruises on Zod’s face with his bare hands, Frieza loosened his tail’s grip on the General, turning around and exposing his opponent to a beacon of ki energy shooting from his hands. Zod was sent flying backwards by the attack, his crashing body creating further chunks of debris around both combatants. Zod got back up once more, trying to shake off the blow, now bleeding out the assault. Frieza lifted both of his arms, concentrating his ki. “I’ll create a proper tomb for you!” Frieza lifted two of the largest rocks in sight, left over by the impacts of their battle, with his telekinesis. With a quick swing of his arm, Frieza forced both rocks into Zod from the left and right. The Kryptonian extended both of his arms, catching both rocks with his hands, pushing back against Frieza’s attack. Frieza’s energy allowed him to push back just as hard, and with mere motions of his hands, he was able to force the rocks against Zod. Before long, Zod could not push back any longer, and found himself smashed between the two stones. “And THIS is your cremation!” Frieza lifted off into the air, pointing a single finger high above himself. On the tip of his finger, a cluster of dark red and purple energy trickled and formed. It expanded as Frieza drew more and more power into the attack. Before long, the Death Ball, a sphere of energy about the size of the moon, was complete. Frieza, smiling wickedly, threw the Death Ball down onto Namek, where Zod was encased. The crashing ball created an immense explosion, blasting Namek’s earth into a dried crust as the bloody red energy created an immense tremor, sending rocks and rubble rolling about the field of battle. When the blazes cleared, there was only ash and molten stone and veins remaining. Frieza drifted down back to the ground, his golden aura slowly dissipating. When he landed, his skin returned to its prior state, as he fell to one knee with a deep sigh. “That form...it still leaves me drained.” Frieza recollected himself, his tail waving back and forth as he reclaimed the feeling in the places Zod struck him. “Lord Frieza! We found you!” Frieza was a bit surprised--he hadn’t realized how far Zod had moved him from where they began. His soldiers had finally tracked him down. “We followed your energy readings--you look like you need help!” Two of Frieza’s soldiers began to help him up. “We’ll prepare you a medical machine…” Frieza heard a slight crumbling noise. He pushed the two soldiers off of himself, standing up tall again. From within the mounds of dirt, Zod burst out, a wicked look in his eye. Bloodied and beyond fatigued, Zod breathed heavily, before lunging at one of Frieza’s men. Pressing his chest to the soldier’s back and tightly grabbing him from behind, Zod reloaded his Kryptonian rifle, pressing the barrel to the soldier’s head. The rest of the squadron gasped, while Frieza looked on at the scene. “Make one move...and your bodyguard dies!” Zod explained between labored breaths. Everyone on the scene tensed up from anxiety. Frieza’s eyes did not fall from Zod. His expression unchanging, Frieza lifted a single finger, and shot out one last Death Beam. The thread thin stream of ki extended from his finger into the heart of his apprehended soldier, and then directly into Zod’s behind him. A splash of blood escaped Zod’s mouth, as he and the the once terrified soldier he so tightly gripped fell over, dead.

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Thought I'd give you guys an update that ZOD VS FRIEZA is coming soon! Hopefully this weekend. We're a little over halfway through Season 3 now! Still a lot of fighters and match ups wait in the shadows! Will YOUR favorite pop in? And who waits in the ever elusive season finale? Only time will tell...

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Fight to Win: Dave’s Cut - Bill Cipher Vs Shuma Gorath

Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Dave’s Cut! Where there’s just no time for research or analysis! Today Shuma Gorath and Bill Cipher are face to face! Or...EYE TO EYE!........EYE TO EYE!.................EYE TO

The single, gaping eye of Bill Cipher stared down at the calamitous hole of fire that was once Gravity Falls. “I finally did it! This town will be the first of many on my Tour of Weirdness!” The triangular demon hovered down onto a throne of discarded skulls and bones, where he lounged, a martini glass of red ooze materializing in his hand. “And the discordant screams of the innocent are the perfect motif to my victory!” ”You mean MY victory!” Bill’s eye widened, bursting off of his seat. “Who’s there?!” Above Bill, a circular rift opened in the air. Out of the portal, rather sloppily, a cluster of green, quivering tentacles emerged. When the beast slithered upward, it stared up at Bill with no facial features outside a single, unnervingly poignant eye. ”I should thank you for reserving this realm for me. Your death will be painless when I end this world!” An incredibly raspy voice echoed. Bill could hardly tell if the voice was physically emitting from the tentacled beast, or if it was using telepathy to send a message. The unnerving nature of the creature was enough to make Bill question it’s very level of presence. “Why would you wanna go and end this word?!” Bill lifted both arms. “There’s SO much weird-ness that could be caused!” The tentacled monster’s eye narrowed. “You are showing a great deal of petulance, you welp. There is but one fate for those who defy Shuma Gorath!” “I’ll take that as a challenge!” Bill cracked his knuckles. “My Hench-Maniacs are gonna chow down on extra dimensional calamari tonight!” FIGHT! One of the points of his triangular body spinning like a drill, Bill rushed at Shuma Gorath, who quickly attached his slime coated tentacles to the ground and pulled himself out of the way. With his newly gained distance, Shuma whipped out his tentacles, lashing Bill across his body several times. The last swing of his gelatinous arm sent Bill veering backwards several feet. “Here’s LOOKIN’ ATCHA!” Bill’s eye widened before it flashed bright red, releasing a ray of hot, red energy. Shuma Gorath let out an earsplitting wretch as the blazing hot ray made his skin boil. Two of his tentacles were seared right off. “Can’t take the heat, get out of the Weirdmageddon, old timer!” Bill laughed, the yellow bricks making up his body shifting about. Shuma Gorath retracted his remaining tentacles into his spherical body. In their place, spikes jutted outward. The demon closed his eye before his body bounced down and rolled at Bill. His razor sharp quills extended, Shuma Gorath struck Bill in his midsection before bounding off, richoting off of a building, sending him back in Bill’s direction. “I see how you’re playing!” Bill materialized a jet black baseball bat in his hands, swinging it with great force once Shuma Gorath was close to him. Shuma Gorath shot in the opposite direction again. ”You’ll have to do better than that!” Shuma Gorath, sent crashing into another building by Bill, intentionally sped himself up, spinning and grinding into the building and sending plaster and concrete out from around himself. The chunks of blunt material flew into Bill at great speeds, leaving dents in his body. ”AH! Watch that!” Shuma Gorath, tentacles and all, unfurled from the building he nestled himself in, the spikes coating him retracting. “You are FAR out of your league, you novice!” Shuma Gorath urged his foe. “Consider THIS my big time debut!” The bricks making up Bill’s body shifted about once more before they telepathically removed themselves from his body. With a swift hand motion, Bill sent the stones flying at Shuma Gorath. The storm of telepathically charged bricks traveled at such speed, they flashed on fire halfway through the distance toward their target. “How quaint!” Shuma Gorath extended his tentacles, and with pinpoint accuracy, swatted every brick racing toward him out of his way, each tentacles from around his form moving just quickly enough to keep his body safe. “Y’know, I’m not sure it’s fair you’ve got extra appendages!” Bill lifted both of his arms. “Lemme level the playing field!” Around Bill’s figure, several additional limbs extended about his body. “Don’t disappoint me!” Shuma Gorath expanded all of his tentacles, lashing them out at Bill, who promptly met each with his many, new fists. The two met each other's strikes, increasing speed rapidly. Shuma Gorath’s green tendrils began to resemble blurs lashing and looping about Bill’s arms. “YOU CAN’T KEEP THIS UP FOREVER!” Bill’s single eye curved into a scowl, until he felt, one by one, each of his arms lose feeling and tighten. Bill looked around to realize that each of his additional arms were tightly bound, wrapped up by Shuma Gorath’s tentacles.The eyes of both demons gazed into one another. “I tire of this song and dance.” Shuma Gorath’s eye glowed, as a blast of demonic energy flashed, directly into Bill’s own from point blank distance. When the light cleared, Bill Cipher was utterly petrified in grey stone. Shuma Gorath released his grip. “Waste of flesh!” Shuma Gorath snickered before shattering Bill’s body with a powerful lash of his tentacle. KO Shuma Gorath looked down, his single eye giving a facetious look at the pieces of his foe. “Amateur hour.”

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Zod and Frieza invade FIGHT TO WIN!

Count your cows and call up the men in black--the next battle is a clash of alien warlords! The Kryptonian traitor, General Zod, is up against Frieza, the galactic conqueror of Dragon Ball Z!

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Fight to Win - Sailor Moon Vs Lina Inverse

It’s a girls’ night out surrounded by myth and magic! Who will cast the right spell and claim victory?

Outside, Lina Inverse threw one last ball of fire that set the bath soap shop ablaze. “HAH!” Lina laughed. “That’ll show those bandits! Hard to steal stuff when you’re ash!” The young mage looked around at the shopping mall...which was in almost total disarray. “I...may have gotten a little carried away though…” she admitted aloud. “Shop owners probably won’t be happy...BUT I got those bandits for them. I’m sure one day they’ll look back at this and laugh!” Lina was about to step out of the complex, before she was alerted by the surprise a girl about her age leaping down from a higher floor of the shopping mall. “How DARE YOU! The Mall is a place for refuge and relaxation! Setting it ablaze is unforgivable! I am Sailor Moon!” The mysterious superheroine struck a lavish pose, pointing one finger toward Lina. “And in the name of the Moon, I’ll punish you!” Lina cracked her knuckles. “So, Little Miss High and Mighty’s gonna teach me a lesson, huh?” Lina gestured toward herself. “Come and get some, Bun Head!” FIGHT! Sailor Moon reached for her forehead, removing her tiara. “Moon Tiara...Action!” Sailor Moon threw the tiara, which surrounded itself with a golden light as it spun at Lina. Lina managed to duck before the weapon hit her head. Heh, easy! Lina rose back up. “FIRE…” Before she could begin the incantation, Sailor Moon’s tiara came back around, slamming the back of Lina’s head on its return trip. Sailor Moon enjoyed a hearty laugh at her opponent as she reclaimed her tiara, placing it back on her head. Lina rubbed the large, red bump Sailor Moon’s tiara left on her head as she got back up, seething with anger. “Alright...my turn!” Lina cupped her hands. “FIRE...BALL!” As the words of the spell echoed, an orb of flame circulated between Lina’s palms. Once it reached a size that eclipsed ever her own body. Lina let the attack fly at Sailor Moon, who, with a squeal of fear, leaped out of the way. While she was able to jump out of the way in time to avoid the line of fire, the force of the incredible combustion was enough to knock her off of her feet. Sailor Moon hit the hard floor with great force, bruising her knee. “Owwww!” Sailor Moon whimpered. “That...HURT!” Tears streamed from Sailor Moon’s eyes as she let out a deafening cry. Lina covered her ears, but was surprised when she felt the sheer force of the sound waves physically crash into her. Lina not only felt her ears split by the sound and frequency of the Sonic waves, but they were strong enough to send her crashing into the ground hard enough to break through the floor. Sailor Moon regained her own composure with a sniffle, rising back up to her feet. Lina did the same, dusting herself off. “Time to turn up the heat…” Lina reached into her belt of magic artifacts, unveiling the Demon Blood Talisman. “This’ll burn up that stupid meatball hair!” Sailor Moon lifted her moon stick in front of her, while Lina reenacted the hand motions of her trademark technique. “Darkness beyond twilight, Crimson beyond blood that flows, Buried in the stream of time...is where your power grows, I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand...before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand, Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed, by the power you and I possess...DRAGON SLAVE!” Enhanced by the Talisman in her grip, the Dragon Slave raged toward Sailor Moon out of Lina’s hands. Sweat poured down Sailor Moon’s face as the burst of fire neared her. “M-MOON--” Sailor Moon tried to call out her next attack, only to be immediately cut off by the overwhelming flames. The barrage of fire rolled out for what felt like hours. As the flames finally dissipated from her hand, Lina exhaled. “Well, that takes care of that!” Lina clapped her hands to wipe off the ashes, while the flames billowed around her. “I’m really GOOD at this!” ”Don’t get all proud just yet!” Lina felt a chill run up her spine. She saw Sailor Moon, clear of burns or injuries, stroll out of the curtain of flames. Followed by a glimmering light, Sailor Moon’s outfit had changed by the addition of ribbons all about her skirt, and golden, wing shaped beads in her hair. “You can’t stop me that easily!” The young heroine posed once more, her fingers extended. “I am the Pretty Guardian! Who fights for Love and for Justice! Super Sailor Moon!” “Transformation?” Lina gaped. “Talk about tacky…” Sailor Moon twirled her Moon Stick in a circular motion. The Silver Crystal in its center illuminated the entire battlefield. “Moon Princess Halation!” From the scepter, Sailor Moon let fly a bright, moonlight ray. Lina rubbed her eyes, burned by the light before the blast made contact. Knocked down to one knee, Lina breathed heavily as she shook off the attack, the magic energy badly burning her midsection. “That’ll teach you to make a warzone out of this quaint shopping mall!” Sailor Moon declared. Lina stood back up, stomping a single foot in anger. “YOU’RE FIGHTING HERE TOO!” Lina cupped both of her hands on top of each other. “And your glittery sparkles aren’t gonna measure up to my dark magic!” In Lina’s cupped hands, black lightning began to spark. ”Fragment of the Lord of Nightmares, Release thy heavenly retribution, Blade of cold, black nothingness, Become my power, become my body, Together, let us walk the path of destruction, And smash even the souls of the Gods, RAGNA BLADE!!” Between Lina’s hands, she now gripped a sword made of chaotic, sparking, dark energy. “That’s something else…” Sailor Moon arched her legs, as Lina came rushing in, swinging her massive blade of magic. Sailor Moon jumped backwards out of the way of the swing of Lina’s Ragna Blade, which destroyed the very floor panels it hovered above. The second swing connected with Sailor Moon’s midsection, sending her skidding backwards, clutching her stomach in pain as her feet left marks as she slid backwards. “And now...the finishing touch!” Lina wound back the Ragna Blade, swinging it across where Sailor Moon stood for what she intended to be the final blow, only to realize she was gone. Lina looked around, quickly noticing Sailor Moon rematerializing out of the corner of her eye, a few feet away in the air. “THAT was Sailor Moon Teleport!” The Sailor Guardian extended one of her legs in Lina’s direction. “And THIS is SAILOR MOON KICK!” Sailor Moon’s red boot made contact with Lina’s face. The powerful dive kick sent the mage rolling over the shopping mall floor and out the window behind her. She crashed through the glass, rolling over onto the sidewalk by the shopping complex among several small shards. Sailor Moon jumped out after her. “You’re gonna pay for your crimes!” She smiled, her Moon Stick still in hand. Lina, struggling back up to her feet, extended both of her arms. “You’re not leaving me much of a choice!” Sailor Moon’s eyes widened as a hot, white energy gathered between Lina’s hands. This one resembled her Dragon Slave, but was far brighter, and seemed to practically pull all surrounding energy into it. As more power rushed to the center of Lina’s hands, her cape billowed as small bits of the earth broke out and scattered around her. "Darkness beyond blackest pitch, Deeper than the deepest night, Lord as vast as the largest ocean, Colder than the coldest ice, King of Darkness who shines like gold upon the Sea of Chaos, I call upon thee and swear myself to thee. I stand ready to bear the strength you give me. Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed By the power you and I possess!” Sailor Moon, in response twirled her Moon Stick around herself. “Calling upon such sinister power is unforgivable!” Sailor Moon, coating herself in the magic her tools expelled, bathed in the glow that altered her outfit once more. Two broad, angelic wings expanded from her back, as her skirt and gown turned white with etherious light. “You’re tough, but as Eternal Sailor Moon, I’ll punish you, once and for all!” As Sailor Moon finished her transformation, Lina finished her incantation. “GIGA SLAVE!” The blinding light extended from Lina’s hands, powered directly by the Lord of Nightmares himself, destroying the floor below as the blast stretched forward toward Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon, for the first time in the entire battle, remained calm in the face of Lina’s attack. “I’m not afraid anymore…” Sailor Moon watched as the Moon Stick extended into the improved Eternal Tiare weapon. In her opposite hand, a bright light summoned forth the Holy Moon Chalice. “These weapons together, I’ll end this battle.” Equipping the two tools together, Sailor Moon began to elegantly dance in place, her wings scattering feathers in every direction. Twirling the long Tiare in her hand as she jumped and kicked, Sailor Moon ended the pattern by pointing the staff at Lina. “Silver Moon...Crystal Power Kiss!” Before the Giga Slave could make contact with Sailor Moon, the Tiare flared a golden light that shot out, colliding with the Giga Slave. Lina felt Sailor Moon’s attack push against her own, the force nearly knocking her off of her feet. “If you think I’m giving in, you’ve got another thing coming!” Lina screamed as she forced every bit of power she had into her attack, expanding the width of her blast, as it continued to ram against the Silver Moon Crystal Power Kiss. Sailor Moon, her Tiare aloft, carried on all of the effort she could, fueling the struggle with a tight grip on her weapon. ”I’ve never faced a dark power quite like this… Sailor Moon felt her arms shake against the Giga Slave’s tremendous force. ”I’m...not sure I can make it...I’ll let everyone down.” The faces of all of her friends flashed through Sailor Moon’s head. Memories of Ami, Rei, Mako, and Minako made her chest well, she felt herself invigorated. Sailor Moon pushed on her attack, the golden light of her magic pushing back against Lina’s. I...may lose this battle… Sweat fell down Lina’s face. “Lose this battle? And let my sister rub it in later?! NO...WAY!” Both titanesses of magic forced every inch of their power into the blasts that extended from their beings. Like two immovable locomotives, the Giga Slave and the Silver Moon Crystal Power Kiss pushed into one another, sending bits of debris and earth outward from where they both raged on. Sailor Moon’s heart pounded in her chest. She felt the warmth of her own friends surround her arms, as if, although unable to be seen, the power of the faith her friends had in her were holding up her weapon against the immense, cataclysmic onslaught. Their voices echoed in Sailor Moon’s head. Mercury Power! Mars Power! Jupiter Power! Venus Power! Sailor Moon let out a triumphant yell. “IN THE NAME OF THE MOON...I’LL PUNISH YOU!” This last push was all Sailor Moon needed to force the Power of her attack forward, breaking through the barrier of the Giga Slave. Lina felt the weight of both attacks relieved, shortly before the beams of light rushed at her. The mage was swallowed by the great light as the Sailor Guardian’s attack lifted her into the air and down into what remained of the shopping mall. KO Sailor Moon fell to her knees, every ounce of her power drained. Her wings and regal gown fell apart as she reverted back to her school blouse. She took a look ahead to see Lina, knocked unconscious and lying in a pile of rubble, her hair grayed, a dizzied look in her eyes. “Heh..wait ‘til Chibi-Usa hears about this one.”

((Victory circle music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1xAPQgGZ0U )) An extremely close call--Lina was packing far more destructive force and was the more experienced fighter, but Sailor Moon’s magic had more variety and, surprisingly, she was made of tougher stuff than her opponent. This meant that the battle could go either way from a physical standpoint, but the crux lied in the reliability of their magic. Lina has some incredibly powerful incantations, more than capable of leveling most foes, but her magic can be unpredictable. Take the few times she has used the Giga Slave. When she first used it on Shabranigdo, she needed the aid of several outside sources, including Gowry’s sword to use as a conduit, and the help of Rezo, who was possessing Shrabranigdo at the time, to keep the monster in place. After the ordeal was fulfilled, Lina’s hair was turned grey, it took so much out of her. Another occasion, when she used the spell on Fibrizo, was successful, but largely because of an ill conceived plan Fibrizo concocted that allowed her to land the attack. Sailor Moon has a more consistent history safely landing her strongest spells. The Giga Slave is capable of destroying the world, but so was Sailor Moon’s nemesis, Queen Beryl, who was once augmented by Queen Metalia, and casting a spell to destroy the earth before Sailor Moon stopped her. Sailor Moon was strong enough to push against the powered up Beryl’s assault to a point where she could destroy her, leaving little doubt she could do the same against a similar attack like the Giga Slave. And while, similarly to Lina, Sailor Moon is at her strongest with help, sharing immense power with the friendship of her fellow Sailor Guardians, Sailor Moon defeated Queen Beryl after all of the other Guardians had DIED, and she was still able to call upon power using the memories of their friendship, showing that her allies don’t even need to be near her for Sailor Moon to fight with their power. Really, fighting Sailor Moon alone is like fighting someone with the force of all of the guardians at once, this way. Lina may have been more intelligent than her foe, but Sailor Moon’s magic power made it all too difficult for Lina to land a decisive attack, and even if she did, Sailor Moon’s superior durability gave her a better chance to strike considering just how drained Lina wound up after using her magic. The winner...is Sailor Moon

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