JohnnyChany Posted March 2 Read Aloud Posted March 2 90s EXTREME TEAM TOURNEY THE AUTHORITY: 4 Points THE BRIGADE: 4 Points YOUNGBLOOD: 3 Points ULTRAFORCE: 2 Points CYBERFORCE: 2 Points WILDC.A.T.S.: 0 Points The arena floor was already fractured from the day’s battles, but when Supreme of the Brigade and Prime of Ultraforce started their battle, the damage seemed almost modest. They had already been fighting for an extended period of time when they launched toward one another at the same time. The collision cracked the air. The shockwave shattered what remained of the stone flooring and sent debris spiraling outward. Supreme’s boots dug trenches as he absorbed Prime’s charge, forearms locked against Prime’s shoulders. Prime roared, lifted Supreme clean off the ground and hurled him skyward. Supreme corrected midair, cape flaring, and dove back down with a double-fisted hammer strike that drove Prime knee-deep into the arena floor. The crowd howled. Prime exploded upward and uppercut Supreme hard enough to send him through a hovering platform. Prime followed through and tackled Supreme midair. They became a spiraling comet of fists and fury, Supreme’s blows were more precise and strategic. Prime fought like a wildfire, utilizing wide hooks, haymakers, and overwhelming force. He caught Supreme by the cape and whipped him through three support columns. Supreme rose from the rubble and smiled faintly. Prime recklessly charged again and shouted, “Prime crushes Supreme! Prime ends this!” Supreme pivoted at the last second. Prime’s punch missed by inches and buried itself into the arena wall. For just a moment, Prime hesitated, frustration spread across his youthful face. That was all Supreme needed. He seized Prime’s trapped arm, twisted, and drove a crushing elbow into the back of Prime’s neck. As Prime stumbled, Supreme launched him high into the sky, then rocketed upward himself. Above the arena, silhouetted against the blazing sun, Supreme unleashed a brutal barrage. He ended it with a downward spike that drove Prime headfirst into the arena floor in a cataclysmic impact that split the battleground in two. When the dust cleared, Prime lay embedded in a smoking crater, unconscious. His juvenile temper finally cost him the fight. Supreme stood victorious at the crater’s edge. His sister, Suprema, descended beside him, radiant and imposing. Her long silver hair framed a face that mirrored her brother’s stern strength. She looked every bit the powerhouse who had toppled Apollo. She placed a hand on Supreme’s shoulder. “Well done.” He nodded. “You gave us the chance by beating Apollo. I owe you.” Suprema smirked. “I didn’t do it for you. But yes…you still owe me.” He allowed himself a chuckle. “Whatever tie breaker they concoct,” she continued, “don’t waste the opportunity I gave you.” Before he could reply, the rest of the successful members of the Brigade strode onto the fractured battlefield. Glory, Badrock, and Troll Glory wrapped Supreme in a fierce embrace that nearly lifted him off his feet. Her sculpted arms flexed with immense power “You earned that,” Glory declared. She looked over to Suprema. “And you. Thank you, your victory was equally impressive. Suprema arched an eyebrow. “Glory, you’re fortunate we weren’t paired against one another.” Glory grinned. “Anytime.” “I’m still not sure we actually tied the Authority,” Badrock commented. “Midnighter beat Shadowhawk. That could be the tiebreaker that convinces them to give it to those guys.” Troll scratched his chin, “I don’t think so. I don’t think they would have talked up the chance for us to tie if that were the case.” Supreme frowned. “Speaking of tying, why haven’t they declared the result?” Troll pointed in the distance. “You missed some things why you were fighting.” Across the arena, chaos reigned. Purgatori fought with Warrior Nun Areala, blades and dark magic flashing. On the other side, Vampirella and Avengelyne exchanged heavy attacks intended to dismantle the other. And on the hovering platform above it all, Lady Death and Angela stood face-to-face, staring daggers at one another. Supreme stepped forward. “I’ll end this so the tournament can continue.” Glory caught his arm. Her grip was firm; she appealed to him warrior to warrior. “They were challenged,” she said quietly. “And they answered. Respect that.” Supreme hesitated and then nodded. On the platform, Lady Death had already removed her hostess dress to reveal more of her alabaster skin and her black battle bikini. Her white eyes glowed cold as glaciers. Across from her stood Angela, tall, regal, clad in gleaming armor that framed her sculpted physique. “What are you and your heavenly allies really after?” Lady Death inquired. “We’re here to put down the ‘bad girls.’ To stake a nail in the coffin of an era,” Angela replied. “An era that birthed you. Ashamed of your roots?” Lady Death shot back. “Not at all. I’ve simply evolved,” Angela answered. Lady Death laughed. “Last I heard, you were shoehorned into Marvel as some offshoot Asgardian.” “I became part of something larger. As have others here. The WildC.A.T.S. moved to DC. Worlds grow.” Angela titled her head. “Is that why you seemed to enjoy their struggles here? Are you jealous?” Lady Death scoffed. “Hardly. Given their failures here, though, maybe DC should have chosen some better heroes to poach.” Angela’s gaze drifted to Avengelyne and Vampirella’s clash below. “Avengelyne was very easy to motivate to come after your little crew. Her path through publishers has been… turbulent. She resents Vampirella not only for her masquerading as a hero but because of her “golden ticket”. Decades of popularity for a sling-string bikini.” Lady Death laughed openly. “Sounds like the jealousy is coming from your own side.” Angela shook her head. “No. Just more reasons to take the lot of you down.” She stepped closer to Lady Death. “You should know I felt it fitting to connect with my history as a champion of Heaven before I challenged you here.” Lady Death regarded her with mild curiosity. “I secured the proper permit from Heaven to hunt you down.” Angela smiled. “I failed at that before when I hunted Spawn. But not this time. It was rather easy, Heaven doesn’t think highly of you. Spreading death across the world tends to do that.” Lady Death shrugged. “Heaven’s opinion means nothing to me.” Her eyes flared. “But I do wonder when you’ll stop talking so we can get this started.” Angela lifted her axe. “That moment is now.”
Callisto Posted March 2 Read Aloud Posted March 2 Learn More About Angela (Spawn) Read more about Angela (Spawn) at Wikipedia Official Site: Image Comics Links: Wikipedia Image Comics Wiki Comicvine Lady Death Read more about Lady Death at Wikipedia Official Site: Brian Pulido Links: Wikipedia IMDb LadyDeath.net
leroypowell3 Posted March 3 Read Aloud Posted March 3 Lady Death's bust isn't going to save her from Angela.
Callisto Posted March 7 Read Aloud Posted March 7 Match Final Results Member Ratings:5.00 - Boratz 5.00 - Venom 2009 FPA Calculation:2 Total Votes cast 10.00 Total Combined Score 10.00 / 2 = 5.00 Final Rating on the match MATCH SCORE Angela (Spawn): 4Lady Death: 2
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