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Congratulations on your 200th match. 🙂

Gotta go with the hellhound

The Doctor might actually like the Mother from Sanitarium, as both love to mutate other beings into monsters. The Mother however, not so much, he is an adult and she isn't too fond of them, ontop of that she doesn't share her interest in transmutating people into animals. Loona would probably beat both however without too much trouble if she really tried.

Great way to tie up all these previous fights, Broadway. Really enjoyed the set-up although I feel for Eris. She won her new domain fair and square, and I don't think the team that she was afforded on short notice is up to the task to take on the TCC Team. Although Leroy might be right, Eris by herself might be strong enough. Taking out Raiden and Liu Kang will be a challenge, and I don't think the other matches favor her team even with the Street Sharks having a four on two advantage over Johnny and Jax.

Next batch of new characters making themselves known. Loona wakes up in the clutches of the Mad Doctor. But the Mad Doctor eventually realizes that he is in the Sanitarium. Which one escapes the Sanitarium? Or are they both doomed?

Both enjoy killing, being campy, and love their gold. But in a fight who ends up with all the gold.

I'm not liking Selena's chances on her own, but Luuke's inexperience and insanity will hurt him just the same. Tentatively, I will give it to Selena however, as I don't think Luuke can retain his sanity long enough to win here.

Oh, wow! I had completely forgotten that I added Trudy Chacon to the site all those years ago. Anyway, I think Trudy could win her first match here.

So, who would win? Someone who can use the Force, or a villain from Power Rangers?

Echo - Powers & Fight Scenes (MCU) (youtube.com) Echo doesn't have her Choctaw powers in this match. Don't Breathe's Best Kills (youtube.com)

Echo placed the final speaker in the corner of Norman Nordstrom’s living room. She had slowly and silently moved through the darkened house, making sure that each speaker was in position and the old man’s dog was fast asleep from the tranquilizers she slipped in his food. The assassin focused on the job at hand to keep her annoyance with this mission out of her mind. She would have preferred to stay in New York at Wilson Fisk’s side. But she had been sent to deal with a problem that the Detroit locals claimed they couldn’t handle on their own. “3 of my people went into that man’s house to hide from the cops, right? Two of them are in the morgue, and the other left the city.” Echo remembered sitting at a bar table with Kazi staring at a rather unimpressive-looking drug dealer. “Before he left, Dre was going on and on about how this blind guy managed to kill them! Said he even managed to shoot Paulie with his own gun! Now I got people too scared to go a block near that house!” The dealer looked over to Kazi, who had been translating the conversation to ASL for Echo. “If your girl is as good as I hear she is…” Echo swiftly grabbed the dealer by the collar and yanked him to face her. Kazi smirked as the dealer’s eyes widened, staring face to face with the assassin. “She wants you to talk to her, not to me. Understand?” The dealer nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah, sure! I understand! No disrespect uh… ma’am?” Echo shoved him back into his seat. The dealer adjusted his coat and took a deep breath to steady himself. “Look, I’m really grateful that… your boss sent you to help me out here. Once that old man is gone, my people will go back to work and New York will get it’s money, you know? So, are you in?” After waiting a moment to let the dealer sweat a little more, Echo signed her response and Kazi answered. “Tell your people to stay clear of the house tonight. I will take care of your problem.” Echo had done her research on the ‘blind guy’. Norman Nordstrom, veteran of the Gulf War. Lost his wife and unborn child in a traffic accident. Had spent the following years living as a recluse in this house with only his Rottweiler for company. Clearly he hadn’t forgotten his Army training, and Echo knew all to well that just because one sense was gone didn’t mean that he wasn’t just as dangerous. Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint but familiar smell. Echo slowly turned around to see the Rottweiler sitting in the doorway a few feet from her. She cursed herself. She must not have used enough of the drug to knock him out. The dog cocked his head in curiosity as Echo reached for a tranquilizer dart on her belt. She saw the dog silently growl and bark at her, then charge for her with teeth bared. She hurled the dart and struck the dog right on the neck. Shadow yipped in pain and stumbled to the wood floor. The voice of his owner soon rang through the house. “Shadow? What is it, Shadow?!” Even if Echo couldn’t hear the voice, she knew that the noise of the dog would have woken up Norman. She moved to the far corner of the living room as the blind man lurched through the doorway. “Shadow? Where are you, boy?” Norman’s senses scanned the room. He could hear Shadow’s whines as the tranquilizer again took effect. And just beneath that sound, Norman could hear the faint creek of wood in the room. “Who… who’s there?” Echo pressed a button on her phone, and instantly the speakers she had placed starting blaring white noise. Norman spun around in confusion and Echo leapt from the shadows with a hunting knife. Instinctively Norman dropped down, causing Echo to miss with her strike. Echo sprawled onto the floor and Norman grabbed hold of her wrist. Echo quickly latched on with an armbar and pulled back as hard as she could. Norman snarled in pain but fought through it to stand to his feet. With a roar he heaved Echo off the ground, his arm still caught in her hold, and swung the assassin into the wall. The blow to the head caused Echo to release her hold and drop to the floor, and Norman scrambled through the room towards the source of the white noise. He knew every inch of his house and his hands quickly managed to find the speaker perched on a chest of drawers. “Clever little girl, aren’t you?” Norman slammed the speaker on the chest over and over until it was reduced to fragments. The noise continued on as it poured out from other speakers Echo had placed. Echo rose to her feet and Norman used the sound to focus to where she was standing. “How many of these toys have you put in my house? Answer me!” Echo remained silent and held her knife at the ready. Norman stood ready to deal with his attacker. “Alright, don’t talk. I’ll deal with your noisemakers. And then I’m going to make you see what I see.” OK: Pre-Hawkeye version of Echo. Pre-Don’t Breathe version of Norman. Echo has 5 more speakers to disorient Norman scattered around the house, plus her own weapons. Last person standing wins. Game On!

What do you think will happen here?

This takes place at midnight during Halloween.

Somehow Archer will find a way to survive and kill this croc. He’s lived through far worse.

Steve Harrington get’s a +10 in strength, health and badassery every time he sees a small child in danger. He’s gonna take this devil to church and ring his bells!

Good match-up of, um ... scantily clad teenaged zombie killers, Johnny. I haven't seen High School of the Dead or played Lollipop Chainsaw, but you seem to have the characterization of both girls down. As for the match, it almost seems to be a wash from first glance. Yeah, Saeko's superhumanly athletic, but Juliet's not far off from her in that aspect, given the fact that's she pulls off very athletic moves while wielding a heavier weapon in a chainsaw with a human head attached, as well as having other boosts. Funnily enough, while I was looking up videos of Juliet in action, I found out that someone already did a head-to-head fight with these girls, with Soulcalibur edits:

Team 1 in a stomp. Piccolo is the only one on Team 2 who can even put up a fight against Hulk or Swamp Thing.

Trudy Chacon sat at the bar, nursing a cold beer. It had been a long week, and she was determined to enjoy her last several days on Earth before her next mission to Pandora. The ambient noise of laughter, conversation, and clinking glasses offered a much appreciated moment of peace. A guy slid onto the stool next to her. He was a little scruffy, but he had a warm smile. “Mind if I sit here?” Trudy did not look up from her drink. “Free country.” He ordered a whiskey and glanced over at her. “You don’t look like the average barfly.” She chuckled. “Going for the opposite approach to ‘come here often’. Interesting.” “Just making an observation. I have a great talent for reading people.” “Is that right?” “Of course,” The man smiled. “ Also, I frequent this locale and I haven’t seen you around before.” Trudy looked at him and returned his smile “What do you do?” he asked. Trudy took a moment to decide if she wanted to engage further. She decided to see where this went so she leaned back a little bit. “Used to be a Marine pilot. Now, I fly for RDA. Security operations. Nothing glamorous.” The man blinked, clearly taken aback. “RDA, huh? Are you serious?” “Yeah. Why?” The man’s expression had completely changed. “Must be fate that we met in this bar.” Trudy shook her head. “Really, you’re going with that? You were doing pretty well.” He laughed awkwardly. “No, no. I don’t mean it like that. Honestly, it feels like divine intervention. I’ve been looking for help for days, for someone, anyone, who would listen to me. I came in here tonight because I had all but given up and wanted to drown in my sorrows.” Trudy furrowed her brow and took another sip of her beer. “What’re you talking about?” The man’s tone was serious. “You ever heard of the Umbrella Corporation?” “Sure, I’ve heard of ‘em. RDA competes with them sometimes. Not directly, but they're always lurking in the shadows.” She eyed him curiously. “Why?” “They’ve been working on something… something bad. They’re planning to unleash it soon. World domination stuff, you know? And no one’s paying attention because everyone’s too busy staring up at the stars, dreaming about places like Pandora.” Trudy snorted. “Look, buddy, if you’ve got a conspiracy theory, I’m not the one to tell it to. You need to find a tabloid writer.” The man’s resolute expression did not change. “This isn’t a conspiracy. It’s the truth, and they need to be stopped.” Trudy regarded him with confusion, but then she softened. “If you are convinced that this is a real threat you need to tell the authorities.” “I have. They won’t listen. Umbrella has their claws in deep, intimidating people at every level. That’s why I was so glad to meet someone connected to the RDA. They might be the only organization, government or otherwise, with the guts to do something about it.” She rolled her eyes. “I think you’re confused on what the RDA is, sure we deal with defense but policing a pharmaceutical company is not our job. Even if the higher ups were interested in looking into Umbrella, that call wouldn’t come from me.” “Of course, forgive me. It was wrong of me to throw so much at you from nowhere. You must think I’m a real weirdo now. I’m a little embarrassed.” The man stood up from his stool. “But really I’m just a concerned citizen.” He sighed and placed some cash on the bar counter. “Have a good evening.” The man walked to the bar entrance with a dejected expression upon his face. Trudy felt a pang of sympathy for the man. Wait. Look, I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask around. See what my people know.” He smiled gratefully. “That’s all I could hope for. Thank you.” Back on base, Trudy casually brought up the Umbrella Corporation during a team meeting, expecting nothing to come of it. She did not really want to pursue it, but she wanted to be a woman of her word. The reactions to her questions were mixed, some shrugged, others muttered about rumors they’d heard of the virological experiments they were doing after working with the military. Trudy casually mentioned the rumor she had heard at the bar, it was met with the expected skepticism but not outright dismissal. To her surprise it didn’t end there. The rumor climbed the chain of command, and soon, the top brass of the RDA had a closed door meeting to discuss the possibility. It was decided that it was worth looking into, not from any altruistic motivation but from the belief that the Umbrella Corporation was developing weapons for the military and the RDA were interested in crippling their competition in the military arms sales race. The decision was also made to put Trudy in charge of the operation so that they could deny involvement and pin it all on her should things go sideways.. Trudy was assigned to fly a team to a remote island where one of Umbrella’s research labs was located. The mission felt off to her from the start, but orders were orders. As her team loaded up weapons onto the Samson 16, Trudy frowned. “Why the heavy artillery? This is just a recon mission.” One of the men shrugged. “Can’t be too careful. Umbrella’s shady. Pun intended. They have their own special ops forces. Could be walking into a hornet’s nest.” Trudy agreed reluctantly, sensing that this was bigger than what she'd signed up for. “Alright, let’s keep it tight. We get in, intimidate a few scientists, figure out if they’re hiding anything, then we’re out.” A few hours later the Samson 16 touched down a couple of miles to the lab tucked away in the jungle. Trudy and her unit geared up and approached it with caution. The lab was eerily quiet when they arrived, a few people in lab coats milled around, but the place seemed deserted. “Stay sharp,” Trudy warned, the uneasy feeling in her gut grew stronger. Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the shadows. A squad of Umbrella Special Forces emerged from hidden positions, firing on her team. The ambush was swift, brutal. Trudy’s unit was able to dish out just as much as they took and one by one, her team and the ambush team fell until only Trudy was left, pinned behind the cover of a research table A woman’s voice echoed through the room. “You can stop now, Trudy. You’re the last one.” Trudy looked over the table, stunned to see the woman stepping out from the darkness. It was like looking in a mirror, a dark-haired woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to herself.. The woman smirked. “Surprised?” “What the hell…?” The woman laughed. “The name is Rain Ocampo.” In actuality it was a clone of the original Special Forces commando. “How did you know my name? I don’t know what’s going on here, but it was a mistake to come,” said Trudy. “Not at all. You’re exactly where you are supposed to be.” Trudy’s mind raced. “What are you talking about?” Rain kept her weapon casually aimed at Trudy. “That guy at the bar you met? He works for Umbrella. His whole job was to get you here. And here you are.” “You wanted to lure me here?” Trudy asked as she clenched her fists around her rifle. “Why, why me?” “Umbrella has big plans, Trudy. And those plans include gathering some technology from that planet you guys are so fascinated by.” Rain walked closer to Trudy’s position. “That’s my mission. To eliminate you and assume your life for a while. Just long enough to hitch a ride to Pandora and smuggle back what we need.” “That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard,” Trudy snapped back. “Even if you could kill me, you wouldn’t be able to just convince other people you’re me, no matter how much we look alike. Rain smirked. “You have no idea what Umbrella is capable of. But it doesn’t matter, you won’t live long enough to worry about it.” With a quick motion, Trudy shot back at Rain, who went for cover. “I’m not dying here.”

If there's a way for toon force to be contained and weaponized, a Luthor might have just as good a chance of it as anyone. The Horsemen won't be a factor in this, though. I can see Muscles knocking and tossing them around like he did Tom in the short.

Very cool

Nice job