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Thousands of miles above the Earth, Invincible sped through the sky. His eyes were fixed on the passenger jet in the distance. He could see flames and smoke spurting out of one of the engines as it continued it’s descent. “It’s okay, you got this,” Mark whispered under his breath. “You’re 100%. You’re ready. Back in action. One little plane. Let’s go!” “You do know we can hear you, kid?” Mark mentally cursed himself for forgetting that Cecil Stedman was listening on his earpiece. “Yeah. Right.” “Stay focused, Invincible. That plane is heading straight for the city. You wanted to get back in the field. You told me you’ve recovered. Stop that plane and prove it.” Invincible nodded, took another deep breath, and increased his speed towards the crashing plane. He could see panicking, screaming people through the windows as he flew in alongside. Darting to the front of the plane Invincible watched as the pilots desperately attempted to pull out of the descent. Mark flew underneath the nose of the jet and pushed up with all his strength. Maybe he could slow the plane and give the pilots more time to get the engine started again. “Or else I become a human speedbump,” he muttered. “What was that, kid?” “Uh, nothing! Nothing. I’ve got this! It’s under con…” There was another massive explosion. Invincible turned to see one of the right engines had been ripped off it’s pylon. Before he could react he fell something slam into him and push him out from under the jet. Mark went spiraling through the air before he could stabilize himself. When he regained his bearings he couldn’t believe what he saw. A small figure in a costume was darting around the jet. He went from ripping off an engine to slamming through the plane’s hull. Invincible sped back to the jet as passengers began being sucked out into space. The figure crashed into Mark again, then zoomed back to the jet. He collided with each falling, screaming passenger, reducing them to bloody smears on the fuselage. Ripping off one last engine, the figure crashed with it through the cockpit and out the tail, causing the plane to explode in an immense fireball. Invincible hovered in the air in shock. There was no sign of any passengers surviving the attack. “Invincible! Kid! What is your status? We’ve lost contact with the jet! What the hell is going on up there?!” Cecil’s voice shook Invincible back to reality. He looked up to see the figure in the mask and costume. He was a boy, not older than Mark himself. Invincible’s eyes narrowed behind his goggles. “We’ve got a supervillain threat up here. He blew up the plane. He’s strong and fast too!” “Kid, pull back! I’ll send you back up.” “No, Cecil. This kid is mine.” OK: Invincible (season 2) vs Brightburn. Last man standing wins. Game On!

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THE BOTTOM LINE Punchline gasped for breath as she tore through an aisle of funhouse mirrors. She could hear the snarls of Shenzi and Ed behind her getting closer. She pushed past a curtain and emerged into another area of the Ha-Hacienda only for a charging Banzai to slam into her right side. The force of the impact sent her colliding into a row of arcade claw machines. “Ha! Just like bowling for buzzards!” sneered Banzai as Shenzi and Ed trotted up to him. “Good one, Banzai,” said Shenzi. “Now let’s chow down! All this running around makes me hungry!” Pushing herself up to her knees off broken glass, Punchline tried to collect herself. It wasn’t real. The hyenas weren’t really talking. It was some kind of hallucination. She needed to just power through and kill them. Then wring Harley Quinn’s miserable neck. “Aw come one, Shenzi!” whined Banzai. “I want the first bite! I’ve never eaten human before!” “And you will! Right after me!” “OK, ok! How about I take bit off the flank, then I tell you how she tastes?” “You know the flanks the best part!” “Heh heh heh heh heh!” “ED! Get back here!” “Yeah, nobody’s eating nothin’ until we get this straight!” As the hyenas continued their bickering, Punchline glanced around the room for anything she could use as a weapon. Her eyes finally locked on an enormous high striker carnival game, the bell positioned high into the rafters of the Ha-Hacienda. And next to it was an equally large hammer. Punchline sprinted towards the game and Ed pointed his paw and yiped urgently. Shenzai and Banzai looked at the fleeing Punchline and groaned. “I HATE fast food!” howled Banzai. The three hyenas raced after Punchline, but she had already reached the hammer. She picked it up in both hands and in the same motion swung it. The hammer connected with side of Banzai’s head. Shenzi and Ed pulled up short as Punchline swung the hammer down again and crushed Banzai’s skull. Shenzi’s eyes widened in shock as Banzai gave a final whimper. Then her eyes went red as she leapt at Punchline. Punchline raised the hammer to block the hyena, but Shenzi’s jaws snapped the wooden handle in two. Ed circled around the pair and tried to attack Punchline from behind. But as he lunged for her Punchline delivered a kick to Shenzi and tossed the head of the hammer at Ed. The hit stunned the already insane hyena, and gave Punchline a chance to reach into a pocket of her costume and pull out some of the broken glass from the claw machines. A quick gesture was all it took to stab the hyena in his right eye, and another jabbed a shard into his throat. Shenzi grew more and more panicked as she Punchline began advancing on her with the wooden handle of the mallet in one hand and shards of glass in the other. “You killed my boys!” Shenzi wailed. “After I’m done with you, there won’t even be any of your bones le…” Punchline let out a scream and pounced on the hyena. She brought down the pointed end of the handle again and again on Shenzi’s head. Within seconds the hyena’s blood coated the floor and Punchline’s costume. Punchline panted and let the handle and glass fall to the floor. Over the PA she could hear Harley trying to keep from throwing up. “Oy. Um, yeah. That didn’t work out like I thought it would.” “Is that the best you could come up with?” shouted Punchline. “Three hyenas and some hallucinogenic gas?! Well, I killed your stupid ‘pets’! Why don’t come down here and fight me yourself, you stupid…!” “Now, now. Language,” said Harley. “You don’t really think that was it? I take you prisoner, try to kill ya, didn’t work, ok, time to go home? Like mama Harley said. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try to kill ‘em again!’” Suddenly the coils of a snake descended from the rafters of the Ha-Hacienda and wrapped around Punchline’s waist. She desperately reached for her makeshift weapons, but the coils lifted her off her feet and into the rafters of the Ha-Hacienda. Punchline couldn’t believe her eyes. Interwoven in the rafters was the largest snake she had ever seen. She tried to free herself as the coils tightened around her arms and legs. “Sssssoo,” hissed Kaa. “It ssssseemssss you’ve had a very sssstressssfull day today, haven’t you?” “She sssssure has,” snickered Harley. “You like him, Punchy? Got them all the way from India!” “Let me go, you…!” “Ah, there, there,” whispered Kaa, his eyes starting to glow. “When the presssssssuressss of life get you down, thatssss the time to sssssssleep. Ssssssssleep. Ssssssleep.” Punchline tried to close her eyes but she was soon trapped in Kaa’s gaze. Her face went blank as she was pulled in closer to the snake’s open mouth. “Kaa?” Kaa stopped drawing in Punchline and looked down at the Ha-Hacienda’s floor to see Shere Khan waiting beneath him. “You would agree that it should be I who gets the lion’s… or rather tiger’s share, don’t you?” Kaa gulped. “Oh, oh yesssss, Sssshere Khan. It’ssss jusssst that I am sssssso famisssssshed.” “Don’t worry, Kaa. I’ll be sure to save some for you. Now if you would be so kind as to send down my supper?” Punchline was too trapped in Kaa’s hypnotic spell to realize her fate. Kaa pulled back his coils and the Joker acolyte tumbled out of the rafters. She regained just enough her senses to see the open jaws of Shere Khan waiting for her.

Just a note: made a mistake when listing Hawkgirl's won powers. The correct powers are listed now in the set-up.

Since Xena was the runner up, she stays in the game but weakened. That's why she's facing off with Kylo Ren. If Xena had tied with Medusa, Hawkgirl would have gotten the base abilities of both characters but none of their add ons.

Battlesphere 2 Part 19 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky (Stength) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain (Powers/Weapon) Medusa (Powers) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Astronema (Abilities/tech) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Willy Wonka (Skills/tech) Lola Bunny Emma Peel (Skills) *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Lola judo tosses Chloe back to the center of the ring! These two have been playing nice all match but now Lola has had enough! Andel Sanap: Miss Bunny advances on Miss Bourgeois but the Parisian hero jumps to her feet! Chloe Bourgeois: Venom! Al Rossi: Nails Lola with the Miraculous! The Toon is frozen mid-punch! Now it should be easy for Chloe to… um, look inside her Wonka coat? Andel Sanap: She is pulling out something, a small object of some kind. I don’t like the look of that grin on Miss Bourgeois’ face, Al. Al Rossi: Me either, Andel. What is she up to? Hey! Whatever it was, she shoved it in Lola’s mouth! Now she’s forcing her jaw up and down to chew it? Oh. Oh boy. I think Lola’s in real trouble now! Andel Sanap: Miss Bunny is changing! She’s turning… blue?! Al Rossi: It’s the three-course gum! Gum that gives you a whole meal! Soup, beef, and then… Andel Sanap: By the Force! Mis Bunny is blowing up larger and larger! She can’t even stay on her feet! Al Rossi: Chloe’s loving this! Come on, you’ve had your joke! Throw her out before she explodes! Chloe heaves the now very rotund Lola over the ropes, and she drops like a rock to the ‘sphere’s floor. Mercy! Get the juicing room prepped! Lola’s gonna have to be seen to quick! Andel Sanap: An undignified elimination for Lola Bunny, who lasted a full hour in the Battlesphere. Al Rossi: But Chloe couldn’t care less! She jumps around the ring celebrating her victory as she receives Lola’s Toon powers. The Battlesphere also is giving her a more ‘animated’ look and… er, rabbit ears and a tail? She doesn’t seem too happy about that for her new look. Andel Sanap: Miss Bourgeois better start focusing on more important problems than her appearance. Hawkgirl has completed her power up! She has Medusa’s hair, although combined with her Gus powers her hair is now tendrils of slime. Of the four combatants remaining, Al, Hawkgirl’s upgrade have made her undergo the starkest transformation! Al Rossi: And with some of the most dangerous powers in the Battlesphere to go with it! Chloe pulls out her pistols! Hawkgirl blasts Jack’s fire and Gus’ slime! We have reached the Final 4! OK: Hawkgirl (Full strength plus Gooey Gus, Spring Heeled Jack, Cain, and Medusa’s powers) vs Chloe Bourgeois (Full strength plus John Spartan, John Wick, and Willy Wonka’s skills/weapons, and Lola Bunny’s Toon powers). Winner gets the base powers of the loser. If there is a tie, both pairs take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

Battlesphere 2 Part 18 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bella Swan (Powers) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Callisto (Skill/weapons) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Astronema (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain (Powers/Weapon) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Willy Wonka (Skills/tech) Lola Bunny Emma Peel (Skills) *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Andel Sanap: Kylo Ren has caught Chucky in the Force Choke! He flings Kitana’s fans but Ren batters them away with his lightsaber! Al Rossi: Xena fires her staff at Medusa! The Inhuman dances out of the way and extends her hair! She’s got Xena! Hawkgirl swoops in but is forced to parry a sword held in Medusa’s hair! Andel Sanap: Kylo Ren slices the arms off of Chucky! The doll is lifted up and pushed over the ropes and straight back into the Battlesphere wall! Al Rossi: Hawkgirl’s mace is making quick work of Medusa’s swordYOWCH! She had another tendril of hair stab her in the back with Sam’s knife! Hawkgirl is looking mad as she tries to get out of range. Andel Sanap: Now Medusa is pulling in Xena! She has her by the throat! The combined aggression of Sweet and Sam’s powers must be clouding the Inhuman Queen’s judgement! She’s bringing the knife and remnants of Callisto’s sword to Xena’s face! Al Rossi: And look at Medusa’s face! Twisted by her demonic power ups! She looks like she’s enjoying this! You’ve got her beat! Just go for the elimination! Hawkgirl: SLIME ANYONE?! Andel Sanap: BY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: Slime to the face of Medusa! She’s trying to pull it off, but it just gives Hawkgirl an opening to blast her again with Jack’s fire! Xena’s dropped to the canvas gasping for air! Hawkgirl nosedives in swinging the mace and… BOOOONG!! Al Rossi: Fore! Andel Sanap: Medusa is sent tumbling over the ropes! She extends her hair to stop her fall, but Hawkgirl’s mace batters them away! Medusa has been eliminated! Medusa falls short once again, but another impressive showing from the queen of Attilan! Al Rossi: Nearly an hour on the clock and we have reached the final 5! Kylo Ren has finished getting his power up! And… well, it’s not all that much to look at. Kylo’s just looking like a life-sized doll version of himself. Andel Sanap: But he is also now possessed by Chucky’s bloodlust. He glances around the Battlesphere! Hawkgirl is still getting her power up from eliminating Medusa. Miss Bourgeois and Miss Bunny are still brawling in the corner. Al Rossi: Which leaves a weakened Xena! Kylo Ren advances on her! He’s pulled out one of Chucky’s knives and deactivates his ‘saber! WHOA! Andel Sanap: The Warrior Princess hurls her chakram! She was luring Kylo in! Kylo re-activates his lightsaber as Xena rises to her feet! Al Rossi: Xena may have just had a rough battle, but she’s not backing down from anybody! OK: Kylo Ren (Full strength plus Jordan’s strength/skill, Speedy Gonzales Toon force, and the Bride and Chucky’s strength) vs Xena (Weakened plus Phantom Lady, Carmen Sandiego, and Astronema’s skills/tech). Winner gets the base powers of the loser. If there is a tie, both pairs take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

The Female Furies milled around the courtyard in front of Darkseid’s palace on Apokalips. Bernadeth stood with arms folded behind her back as she observed the scene. Lashina impatiently cracked her whips and Gilotina thrusted with her sword. Speed Queen and Mad Harriet dashed from one end of the courtyard to the other, annoying Artemiz as she tried to focus on hitting a passing Parademon for target practice. Stompa stood looking like her usual dimwitted self. The only Fury who stood at attention unmoving and focused was Big Barda, her mega-rod held at the ready. The doors to the palace opened and Granny Goodness walked into the courtyard flanked by two Parademons. The other Furies swiftly moved into formation alongside Barda. Granny gave a sickening smile as she addressed them. “My Furies, our sovereign Darkseid has decreed that the time has come to put an end to interference from Earth. Too long has the Kryptonian Superman stood with Highfather and those naughty boys and girls on New Genesis. But no more! Today is the day that the Superman dies by the hands of the most powerful warriors of Apokalips! It is the will of Darkseid!” “All Hail Darkseid!” the Furies shouted in unison. Granny reached into her cloak and pulled out a Mother Box. She extended it towards Bernadeth, who walked forward and knelt down in front of her. “Bernadeth, Darkseid has decided that you will be the field commander for this mission. You will be entrusted with the Mother Box.” “I live to serve Darkseid’s will, Granny,” said Bernadeth, taking the Mother Box. “And it is Darkseid’s will that your second in command will be…” There was a noticeable look of anticipation among the Furies. “Big Barda.” Lashina bristled as Barda stepped out of the line and knelt next to Bernadeth. “Barda, dear,” said Granny. “You know the importance of this mission and your purpose in it, don’t you?” “Yes, Granny,” Barda intoned. “Bernadeth’s word is your command, and your command is Darkseid’s will.” “You’ve got to be kidding!” muttered Lashina. “She’s barely been a Fury longer than Speed or Artemiz! Now she’s going to be second in command?” “Don’t take it so hard, Lashina,” smirked Gilotina. “Even if Barda wasn’t here, you still wouldn’t be in charge.” “Oh really? Because you would be in charge?” “Seeing as how I’m the stronger, better fighter you don’t have to be Darkseid to figure that out.” “Furies! Silence in ranks!” The Furies stopped squabbling under Granny’s glare. “This bickering will not accomplish anything! Do not disgrace your Granny in front of our sovereign Darkseid!” Granny pointed with a mega-rod towards a balcony of the palace overlooking the courtyard. The Furies instantly stood up straighter at the unmistakable frame of Darkseid looking down on them. “Together not even the Superman can stand against you, my dearies!” proclaimed Granny. “And once he is dead, there is not a single, so-called hero who will oppose our master’s will! Who are you?” “The Female Furies!” the eight women howled back. “What is your home?!” “Apokalips!” “Who is your granny?!” “Granny Goodness!” “And who is your god?!” “Darkseid!” Granny flung her arms wide and Bernadeth and Barda rose to their feet. “Then fly, my dearies! Fly and destroy the Superman of Earth! It is the will of Darkseid!” “All Hail Darkseid!” Bernadeth and Barda turned and marched back to the Furies. Bernadeth pointed and pressed a button on the Mother Box to summon a Boom Tube. “Remember, Furies, when we reach Earth, you will follow my orders to the letter!” “Yeah, yeah, come on! Let’s get going!” said Speed Queen. “Yes! Less talking, more slicing!” giggled Mad Harriet. She extended her claws and slashed at the air, swinging wildly. One slash narrowly missed Artemiz’ face. “Save it for the Kryptonian, Harriet!” she snapped. But Harriet was too busy laughing maniacally, waving her claws in excitement. Until one strike hit the Mother Box controls. The color of the Boom Tube changed from white to green to red. “Stompa likes the pretty colors,” Stompa said. Bernadeth desperately pressed buttons on the Mother Box. “It’s not working! Harriet, you idiot! You’ve damaged the controls!” “Uh… not my fault.” “Bernadeth,” said Barda. “Let me take a look at Mother Box. Perhaps we can fix it before…” Suddenly the Boom Tube started letting out a series of explosions. The eight Furies could feel themselves being pulled towards the entrance to the portal. Speed Queen tried to race away and Lashina tried to catch a hold with her whip but it was no use. Within seconds the Furies were sucked into the Boom Tube which disappeared with a louder that normal explosion. Granny stood dumbfounded with the Parademons and gave a nervous look up to the balcony. She watched Darkseid slowly turn and walk back into the palace. The Furies had received their orders. It was up to them to carry them out. It was Darkseid’s will. The door of the bank vault smashed open as Bulldozer charged through it. Wrecker, Piledriver, and Thunderball followed their partner as his momentum carried him into the wall. Piledriver looked over his shoulder and winked at the bank employees and customers who were sitting on the floor, faces taut with panic. “Don’t mind us, folks! We’re just gonna make a withdrawal and get out of your hair!” “And if anyone tries to play hero, Bulldozer will do the same thing to you that he did to that door!” Wrecker barked. “Got it?!” There was only a quiet sob and nods of defeat in response. The Wrecking Crew piled into the vault, using their weapons to smash open safe deposit boxes and grab whatever was inside. “Robbing banks,” Thunderball grumbled. “We’re four of the most powerful men on the planet and we’re robbing banks.” “What’s the matter, Thunderball?” said Bulldozer, picking bits of insulation off his costume. “You think your too good for this?” “Knock it off!” snapped Wrecker. “We can use our powers to do whatever we want to do! We need cash! So just shut up and get your hands on as much as possible! And if any cops or Avengers show up we’ll pound ‘em into…” Wrecker was interrupted by the sound of an explosion from the bank lobby. A glowing portal opened in the ceiling and eight figures tumbled out of it. The bank hostages screamed and took off running for the doors. The Wrecking Crew were too shocked by the appearance of the intruders to try to stop them. “Barda! Give our current location and status of Mother Box!” “I’m unable to get a clear reading, Bernadeth. Mother Box says were on Earth, but not if we’ve landed in the Superman’s Metropolis!” “This wouldn’t have happened if Darkseid put me in charge!” grumbled Lashina. “No. We would have ended up on New Genesis instead.” “Say that again, Gilotina!” “Hey, hey, hey! Ladies!” The Furies finally realized the presence of the Wrecking Crew. Piledriver took a step forward, grinning as he looked the Furies over. “Get a load of this, fellas! This job just got even better! It’s like the Beach Boys said. ‘Two girls for every boy!’” “Humans!” Bernadeth shouted. “I am Bernadeth of Apokalips! I am the leader of the Female Furies! We are here to slay the Superman of Krypton by order of our master Darkseid! Hand him over to us and we may spare your lives!” The Wrecking Crew looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Bernadeth stood flustered as Wrecker pointed at her with his crowbar. “Lady, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! So you listen up! This is our job, and we aren’t gonna have a bunch of broads messing it up! So how about you go back to Apokalips or Barbie Land or wherever the hell you come from? Unless you want to know how the Wrecking Crew got it’s name!” Big Barda’s grip on her mega-rod tightened as the Wrecking Crew readied their weapons. “Your orders, Bernadeth?” Bernadeth’s eyes narrowed. “Protect Mother Box. And kill these fools who mock the servants of Darkseid. Furies! Attack!” OK: Wrecking Crew: Wrecker, Bulldozer, Piledriver, and Thunderball. Full strength. Female Furies: Bernadeth, Big Barda, Stompa, Lashina, Mad Harriet, Gilotina, Speed Queen, and Artemiz. Full strength. Last team standing wins. Game On!

Battlesphere 2 Part 17 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bella Swan (Powers) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Callisto (Skill/weapons) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Astronema (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain (Powers/Weapon) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Lola Bunny None Willy Wonka None Emma Peel None *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Chloe and Lola have been completely focused on targeting Wonka. Emma tried to defend him but she was no match for the pair. Now they’ve got both Peel and Wonka on the ropes, and it’s only a matter of time, Andel. Andel Sanap: Yes, Al. Miss Bunny moves towards Miss Peel… but Miss Bourgeois stops her? Al Rossi: Uh oh! These two have been working alright together. They’ve clocked up the longest time in the Battlesphere! What’s gotten into Chloe? Andel Sanap: She appears to be telling Miss Bunny to eliminate Mr. Wonka and leave Miss Peel to her. Al Rossi: And Lola doesn’t look thrilled about that! This would be her first elimination! I’m sure she’d rather have the skills of a secret agent to a chocolate maker! She’s arguing her case! Chloe already has the skills of Wick and Spartan! She points at Peel! Chloe points at Wonka! Lola points at Peel! Chloe points at Wonka! Lola points at Wonka! Chloe points at Peel! Wait, what?! Andel Sanap: Al, Miss Bourgeois is trading places with Miss Bunny! They run towards the still dazed Mr. Wonka and Mrs. Peel! Double clotheslines to both! Al Rossi: Lola got out Emma and Chloe got out Wonka! Look at Chloe! Even she’s shocked! Andel Sanap: How did Miss Bunny trick Miss Bourgeois?! Does she have access to the Force? Al Rossi: Nope, just some Toon physics and the good old ‘Duck season/Rabbit season’ gag! The Batlesphere grants them their power ups! Lola is now sporting Emma’s jumpsuit, while Chloe is in Wonka’s hat and coat. Andel Sanap: Much to Miss Bunny’s amusement. I can sense the rage of Miss Bourgeois from here! Al Rossi: Chloe flings herself at Lola! There are no friends in the Battlesphere! This fight just got utterly ridiculous! OK: Lola Bunny (Full strength plus Emma Peel’s skills) vs Chloe Bourgeois (Full strength plus John Spartan, John Wick, and Willy Wonka’s skills/weapons). Winner gets the base powers of the loser. If there is a tie, both pairs take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

Battlesphere 2 Part 16 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bella Swan (Powers) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain Ladybug (Powers/weapons) Callisto Moonwalker (Powers) Lola Bunny None Willy Wonka None Astronema None Emma Peel None *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Andel Sanap: Kylo and Chucky speed across the ring with their Toon speed, landing strike after strike! Al Rossi: Xena blasts Callisto with the black light projector! Catches her with a grapple and swings her towards the ropes but Callisto cuts the line! Uh oh! She’s starting to turn silver! Andel Sanap: If she accesses Moonwalker’s ‘star power’, I don’t know how Xena will withstand it! Al Rossi: Check out Cain! He’s attached the First Blade to the Ladybug yoyo! He lets it fly but Hawkgirl swoops out of the way! Yuck! And she replies with gusher of Gus slime! Andel Sanap: The yoyo is completely enveloped and glued to the mat! Cain charges towards Hawkgirl and BY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: Mace to the face! Cain lifted off his feet, over the ropes, and out of the fight! Andel Sanap: Medusa is still struggling with Astronema, but she sees Callisto continuing her transformation! She starts to… snap her fingers? Al Rossi: Yes! She’s summoning Sweet’s magic! Astronema is starting to dance with her staff! She pirouettes and fires! Down goes Callisto! Andel Sanap: A nod between Xena and Medusa and they leap into action! Xena hurls the chakram to disarm the dazed Astronema! Medusa’s hair takes hold of Callisto! Al Rossi: And Xena’s got a hold of Astronema too! Xena muscles her over the ropes, gives her warcry and one more punch to the face! Andel Sanap: She’s falling off the apron and a screeching Callisto is tossed after her! Two more combatants are out! Al Rossi: So we’ve got Medusa, Xena, and Hawkgirl getting power ups, Kylo and Chucky still going at it, Emma Peel unconscious, and Chloe and Lola beating the hell out of Willy Wonka in the corner! Welcome to the Battlesphere! Andel Sanap: As the lights fade we start to see the new forms of our combatants. Medusa still has her demonic features and Sam’s outfit, now accentuated by Callisto’s armor and blonde hair. Hawkgirl is looking even more deranged in her Slime/Jack form, brandishing the First Blade! Al Rossi: And Xena now is the holder of Astronema’s staff! These three ladies were already fierce combatants walking into the ‘sphere. Now they are on a whole new level of power! Andel Sanap: Normally I believe these three would try to stop Miss Bunny and Miss Bourgeois’ attack on Mr. Wonka. But judging from the way they are looking at each other, I would guess these warriors are looking test out their newly acquired abilities against each other. Al Rossi: Strap in, folks! We’re in the home stretch of this battle royal and business is about to pick up! OK: Medusa (Full strength plus Sweet and Sam’s powers, and Callisto’s skills/weapons) vs Xena (Full strength plus Phantom Lady, Carmen Sandiego, and Astronema’s skills/tech) vs Hawkgirl (Full strength plus Gooey Gus, Spring Heeled Jack and Cain’s powers). The combatant with the most votes gets the powers/abilities/weapons of the combatant with the least votes. Ties for most votes means the two combatants share the bonus powers. Ties for least votes means both combatants are eliminated, and all their powers go to the winner. A combatant who finishes 2nd in the voting takes damage, but stays in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

Punchline’s vision was nothing but shadows and pinpoints of light as she struggled to regain consciousness. She was ‘assisted’ by the feeling of something striking her in the face. “Wakey, wakey, Punchy! Rise and shine!” Another hit finally shook Punchline awake. She winced as she peered into the dark broken by a familiar silhouette standing in front of some stage lights. She was dressed in a red and black jester’s outfit, her face painted white, and a rubber chicken held by the legs in her right hand. “Crap,” muttered Punchline. Harley Quinn swung the rubber chicken again, clocking Punchline in the face. Shaking off the hit, Punchline glared at her captor. “I’m awake, you idiot!” Harley gave a look of fake concern. “Oh, gee, sorry. But you can never be too careful these days. I wouldn’t want to sleep through the day your about to have.” “How did you even find me?!” “Meh, it wasn’t all that hard. Just walked around Gotham asking people if they’ve seen some psycho wannabe anarchist loser stealing my shtick. Guess people in this town just like me better than you.” Punchline tried to jump to her feet and lunge for Harley, only to be yanked down again. She glanced behind her back to see she was handcuffed to a row of pipes. Harley gestured around at the dimly lit room with various clown inspired sculptures and pictures lining the walls. “You should be honored. Not many people got a chance to see the good ol’ Ha-Hacienda. Bet Joker didn’t even tell you about it.” Punchline gave a look of disgust. “Why would he bother? He’s made for bigger things than to spend his days in this dump.” Harley bristled for a moment, then shrugged and went on. “For your information, Punchy, this place is still loaded with all kinds of stuff. Weapons, vehicles. Even has a bunch of my old outfits. Still look good on me, too.” “Huh. It sure is you,” Punchline smirked. “Outdated and irrelevant. So cut the nickel tour. Let me guess. You’re holding me here until the Bat and his junior fascists show up.” Harley tossed the rubber chicken onto a table, then sat cross legged on it as well. She picked up a soda and slid a straw into it. “Nah, Batsy doesn’t even know what I’m doing,” she said, taking a sip from her drink. “I’m just gonna kill ya.” Punchline stared at Harley casually sipping her soda, then laughed. “Oh no!” she said mockingly. “Harley Quinn’s gonna kill me! Ha! Please! You didn’t have the guts to do that for Joker! You aren’t doing that working for the Bat!” “I’m more of a free agent-type,” said Harley Quinn, her voice growing colder. “And since you tried to slit my throat a while back, it seems only good manners to return the favor.” “Forget it, Quinn. You couldn’t kill me even if you wanted to.” Harley set down her drink and did a flip off the table. She reached into her belt and pulled out a key as she walked over to Punchline. “Well, that’s the thing, Punchy. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t just shoot you or stab you. I’d have to come up with something extra special for a delusional creep like you.” Punchline braced herself as Harley grabbed a hold of the handcuffs and started to unlock them. “I was wanting to have my babies Bud and Lou turn you to kibble, but they’ve gone up to that Dogpatch in the sky. So, I had to go all the way to Africa to find the next best thing.” The instant Punchline heard the click of the cuffs opening she sprang into action. She gave a spinning kick to Harley and then leapt towards one of the clown displays. She snatched a juggling pin from a clown mannequin’s grip and brandished it towards Harley. “Next best thing?! I’ll show you next best thing, you naive littleWHOOOOA!” The floor fell out from under Punchline’s feet, sending her tumbling down a trapdoor. Harley pulled up on a lever to allow the trapdoor to close again. She gave a very satisfied smile. “Don’t mess with the original.” Punchline was sent racing down a slide that deposited her out of an enormous clown head, it’s mouth open in silent laughter. She landed with a thud and groaned as she rose to her feet. “It isn’t going to work, Quinn!” she shouted into the darkness. “I’m going to get out of here! And when I do I’m going to start with your throat and carve the rest of you into fish bait! You hear?!” There was a chorus of animalistic laughter that answered Punchline. She spun around to see three gray, spotted hyenas advancing towards her. “Well, well, well,” Shenzi chuckled. “What have we here?” “Looks an awful lot like the meal the nice lady promised us,” said Banzai. “What do you think, Ed?” Punchline was stunned as the third hyena giggled madly. “What is this? This is some kind of trick.” “Oh no tricks,” grinned Shenzi. “Just three hyenas in the big city looking for a bite to eat.” Harley’s voice came over a PA system on the wall. “You have no idea how hard it was to get these guys through customs. But hey, enough of the small talk! Let’s get down to the payback!” Punchline raised her arms defensively as the hyenas moved into position around her. “It’ll take more than this to keep me from getting my hands on you, Quinn!” OK: The fight takes place in the Ha-Hacienda. Punchline starts with no weapons. If she kills all three hyenas she wins. Hyenas win by killing Punchline. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: Bullseye after bullseye by Artemis! She’s almost finished with the top row targets! Andel Sanap: But Miss Bishop has already completed the bottom row! Not a single miss! She pulls out 3 arrows and lets fly! By the Force! Al Rossi: 3 arrows not only hit the bullseye but split Artemis’ arrows right down the middle! Artemis looks thrown off by that display! She’s continuing on with the bottom row but she isn’t able to copy Kate’s shot! Al Rossi: A final arrow from both ladies, and now the official will announce the results! Referee: With a final score of 97 to 85, the winner of round 1…. Kate Bishop! Andel Sanap: A rousing cheer from our audience at the Bunker! Miss Bishop is extremely pleased with herself. Al Rossi: But she’s only halfway there, Andel! Time for your surprise to kick off round 2! The familiar clank of B1 battle droids as they march into the Bunker! Kate and Artemis are back-to-back and notch a fresh arrow in their bows. Battle droid: OK! Blast them! Al Rossi: Both archers leap out of the line of fire! Artemis isn’t messing around! She fires an arrow that has enough force to headshot one target and the droid behind it! Andel Sanap: Miss Bishop narrowly misses getting hit! She pulls out an arrow and goes for a head scissors takedown on one droid! She slams it down hard, severing the droid’s head from it’s body, then fires the arrow to take out another droid! Al Rossi: The arrows are flying in the Bunker, folks! The two archers are just two quick and accurate for the droids to keep up! Down goes another by Kate! And another multi-kill by Artemis! Andel Sanap: Only one droid is left! It’s standing between the combatants! Swiftly they draw, aim, and… Battle droid: AGHTSSSSSH! Al Rossi: So much for round two! The ref is looking over the footage to see how many ‘kills’ each combatant got! I think Artemis was able to get off a few more shots, but it’s up to the officials. Referee: With a final score of 16 to 14, the winner of round 2… Artemis Crock! Andel Sanap: The contest is tied! Al Rossi: And we’ve got ourselves a shoot out! Both of these ladies are down to their last arrow! They step over the piles of decimated droids and stand on either end of the Bunker! Andel Sanap: A nod of respect between the two combatants. Both have shown tremendous skill here tonight. Al Rossi: A hush falls over the crowd. Artemis and Katie are standing at the ready. Neither wants to make the first move. There they go! They each got their arrow! They draw! They fire! Andel Sanap: And BOTH go down! Al Rossi: Refs pour out onto the field. Mercy is flying in to give medical attention! Who won this battle?! Referee: After review, both combatants hit their target. However, Miss Bishop’s arrow struck Miss Crock in the shoulder, while Miss Crock’s arrow was a kill shot to Miss Bishop’s heart. Therefore, the winner of this battle… Artemis Crock! Andel Sanap: A shame for Kate Bishop. Al Rossi: Don’t worry, Andel. She fought hard. She’ll get over it. Andel Sanap: I was referring to her getting killed. Al Rossi: Oh. Er, yeah, right. But hey, that’s what we got Mercy for! One Resurrect and she’ll be as good as new! But I’m sure Hawkeye might have some things to say about her performance. Either way, congrats to Artemis, and thanks to all of you for tuning in. Hope to see you back here at the Bunker when we bring you another fantastic fight! For Andel Sanap and all of us at the Bunker, this is Al Rossi saying so long! Chloe Bourgeois: Um, hey, Mercy? Could you come to the back after you fix up Lil’ Miss Hawkeye? Mercy: Of course. Is someone hurt? Chloe Bourgeois: Oh, not really. It’s just that uh… Philippa was fooling around with my bow and arrows and accidentally shot herself in the knee. A complete accident that was in no way my fault. Philippa Forrester: CHLOE!!!

Battlesphere 2 Part 15 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bella Swan (Powers) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain Ladybug (Powers/weapons) Callisto Moonwalker (Powers) Lola Bunny None Willy Wonka None Astronema None Emma Peel None *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Andel Sanap: Mrs. Peel goes for a judo throw on Miss Bunny but Miss Bourgeois catches her! The pair deliver punches to the British secret agent before they begin to stomp on the fallen Mr. Wonka! Al Rossi: Meanwhile it appears that Kylo Ren and Chucky are finished with their upgrades from the ‘sphere! Kylo has grown a few inches in height thanks to the Jordan elimination, and his black robes have become white due to the Bride. Even his hair has the iconic white stripe! Andel Sanap: Chucky has grown to human size, but his outfit has turned blue. He’s holding both of Kitana’s fans at the ready and flashes a smile to show off his newly won vampire fangs! Al Rossi: And both of them still have Speedy’s… er… speed. Kylo surveys the scene, looking for a targetHEY! Andel Sanap: Sneak attack by Chucky! He used Toon speed to get close, then delivered multiple strikes with the fan blades! Al Rossi: Kylo pushes back with the Force! These two didn’t earn their reputations by being team players! Kylo is enraged and Chucky is loving it! OK: Kylo Ren (Full strength plus Jordan’s strength/skill, Speedy Gonzales Toon force, and the Bride’s strength) vs Chucky (Full strength plus Kitana’s powers/skill, Speedy Gonzales Toon force, and Bella Swan’s powers). Winner gets the base powers of the loser. If there is a tie, both pairs take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* *THIS IS BATTLE WAS PRE-RECORDED IN THE BUNKER DURING THE REIGN OF THE 9.* Al Rossi: Hellooooooooooo, fight fans! That’s right! It’s Al and Andel, back again with another Bunker Battle! And tonight you and the fans here with us live are in for a treat! Andel Sanap: Indeed, Al. This evening’s contest will feature the protégés of two of the most skilled marksman in their multiverses. It’s the heir to the Hawkeye name Kate Bishop versus Sportsmaser’s daughter and Green Arrow’s partner Artemis Crock. Al Rossi: We’ve put together a challenging gauntlet for these two! First, we will test their skills in a 1 on 1 archery tournament. Highest points scored on the targets wins the round. Then, we’ll have them face off against our battle droids that Andel generously provided from his multiverse. Most enemies destroyed wins the round. And if the score is tied after 2 rounds, we’re gonna give these two full reign of the Bunker. Last archer standing wins! Andel Sanap: And for added difficulty, the combatants will only be using their normal arrows. No gimmicks, this battle will be won on skill and will. Let us send it down to Justin Roberts! Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Bunker! The following contest is a three-part gauntlet. First archer to win 2 rounds, wins the battle! Introducing first…. Chloe Bourgeois: HelloOoOo, everyone! Al Rossi: Oh boy. Andel Sanap: Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Crock and Miss Bishop are already standing alongside Mr. Roberts for his introductions. But now he has been interrupted as Miss Bourgeois is walking into the Bunker, accompanied by a nervous-looking Philippa. Al Rossi: And don’t look now, Andel, but Chloe is carrying a longbow of her own. Kate Bishop: Okay, um, I thought this was just supposed to be a 1 on 1 thing? Artemis Crock: It was. What do you want, Chloe? Chloe Bourgeois: I just decided that it was only fair to show the fans what real archery looks like. Kate Bishop: You… are an archer? I just thought you were a stuck-up brat. Chloe Bourgeois: Oh, I am so much more than a stuck-up… HEY!! Philippa Forrester: Chloe, I really think we should just get back to the locker room so that the girls can have their battle. Chloe Bourgeois: No! Not until I show everyone that not only am I France’s greatest superhero, I am also France’s greatest archer! It’s in my blood! My great, great, great grandpa fought at the Battle of Agincourt! The first battle where longbows were ever used! Artemis Crock: Pretty sure that was the British who used longbows against the French. Chloe Bourgeois: Ugh! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Come on, Philippa! Just do as I told you! Andel Sanap: Miss Bourgeois drags Philippa in front of one of the targets that were set up for the first round. She pulls out an apple from her purse and sets it on Philippa’s head. Al Rossi: Which slides off. Chloe is fuming as she tries to get the apple to stay before just having Philippa hold the apple in place on her head and stomp over to the firing line. She pulls out an arrow. She seems baffled by which way the arrow is supposed to be facing in the bow. Artemis Crock: Pointy bit goes toward the target. Chloe Bourgeois: I know that! It’s just these are different arrows than the ones I was practicing with. Philippa Forrester: Um, Chloe? Could I go to the back now? Chloe Bourgeois: Just stay still! Stop moving around! Your making it harder for me to aim at that stupid apple! Kate Bishop: I really think you should just put the bow down, Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois: And I say you should OW! Al Rossi: The arrow’s lose! Chloe misfired! The arrow is ricocheting around the Bunker! Fans are ducking to avoid getting hit! Andel Sanap: Miss Bishop and Miss Crock spring into action! Both pull out arrows and fire. Bishop’s explodes open into a net that pushes Miss Forrester out of the way, and Crock’s arrow swings around to collide with Miss Bourgeois’! The errant shaft lands in the floor and Miss Crock’s hits the ceiling. Artemis Crock: Pretty sure we were supposed to only have normal arrows for this battle. Kate Bishop: Oh, yeah. Don’t know how that one got in my quiver. Um, almost like I don’t know how you could make that shot unless your arrow was gimmicked to curve like that. Artemis Crock: Do you want to talk, or do you want to get down to business? Al Rossi: Well, folks, as Chloe is being led out by security and Justin gets Philippa out of harms way, it looks like Artemis and Kate are stepping up to the firing line and are ready for action. Andel Sanap: Which of these two combatants will be victorious? Referee: Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! OK: Kate Bishop is the version from Hawkeye and Artemis Crock is the version from Young Justice. 1st round: Whoever gets the highest score on the targets. 2nd round: Whoever destroys the most battle droids. 3rd round: Last archer standing. Game On!

Battlesphere 2 Part 14 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein (Strength) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bella Swan (Powers) Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain Ladybug (Powers/weapons) Callisto Moonwalker (Powers) Lola Bunny None Willy Wonka None Astronema None Emma Peel None *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Cain batters away Medusa’s hair with Ladybug’s yoyo! Astronema fires a blast at Hawkgirl only for the Thanagarian to spew some purple slime at her! And it appears that Xena and Callisto are getting into a dance off! It can only happen in the Battlesphere, folks! Andel Sanap: But the situation is not looking good for Miss Peel. Miss Bourgeois and Miss Bunny have gotten back on their feet after Astronema’s attack, but the British agent is still staggered! Miss Bourgeois is looking to pick the bones but Miss Bunny stops her! Al Rossi: She’s wanting to eliminate Emma herself! To be fair, Chloe already has two eliminations that have given her a similar powerset to Emma anyway but uh oh! We got a shoving match! Andel Sanap: While Willy Wonka watches from above! That fizzy lifting drink has allowed him to avoid the conflict, but now he’s looking concerned at Miss Peel. He adjusts his hat, takes a deep breath and… belches? Al Rossi: Down comes the candyman, crashing down on Chloe and Lola! Emma pulls Wonka out of the pile! Now Chloe is looking furious and Lola is still looking for that first elimination! OK: Chloe Bourgeois (Half Strength plus John Wick and John Spartan’s abilities/weapons) and Lola Bunny (Half Strength) vs Emma Peel (Half Strength) and Willy Wonka (Half Strength). Pair with the least votes gets eliminated, and their powers/abilities/weapons go to the pair with the most votes. If there is a tie, both pairs take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

Battlesphere 2 Part 13 Currently in the Ring: Eliminated: Chloe Bourgeois John Spartan (Strength/skill/pistol) John Wick (Strength/skill/pistol) Kylo Ren Michael Jordan (Strength/skill) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Chucky Kitana (Powers/weapons) Speedy Gonzales (Toon physics/speed) Bride of Frankenstein Miss America (Powers) Fox McCloud (Tech/weapons) Bella Swan Miss America (Powers) Fox McCloud (Tech/weapons) Medusa Sweet (Powers) Sam (Powers) Xena Carmen Sandiego (Abilities/tech) Phantom Lady (Abilities/tech) Hawkgirl Gooey Gus (Powers) Spring Heeled Jack (Powers) Cain Ladybug (Powers/weapons) Callisto Moonwalker (Powers) Lola Bunny None Willy Wonka None Astronema None Emma Peel None *THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Andel Sanap: Apologies for the interrupted feed, ladies and gentlemen, but we are back from TCC Arena to continue our coverage of this incredible battle! Al Rossi: We’ve got Chloe and Lola trying to double team Emma Peel, only for Medusa to swat them away with her hair. Wonka appears to have taken some fizzy lifting drink to hover out of range of the fray and DUCK! Andel Sanap: A blast from Astronema’s staff takes out everyone! Cain and Callisto are looking impressed by that maneuver! But Kylo Ren doesn’t have much time for scouting! He has the Bride in a Force choke! Al Rossi: He’s using Toon speed! Hey! He’s leapt over the tope rope with the Bride! The Bride’s howling to try to get to Kylo, but he chucks her down and uses his Toon speed and the Force to zoom back into the ring! The Bride couldn’t get flying before she hit the sphere wall! She’s out! Andel Sanap: Miss Swan rushes in avenge her partner only for Chucky to meet her with a Kitana fan to the throat! The vampire’s head, followed by the rest of her body, is dumped over the top rope, as well! Al Rossi: Meanwhile, Astronema is stepping over her fallen adversaries. She moves past Emma Peel and is standing over Medusa. Her enhancements must be at their limit right now! Astronema powers up the staff! Xena: Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi! Andel Sanap: But here comes the Warrior Princess! Al Rossi: And a slightly slimy Hawkgirl is backing her up! But here comes Cain and Callisto to even the odds! OK: Cain (Full Strength plus Ladybug’s powers/weapons), Callisto (Full Strength plus Moonwalker’s powers), and Astronema (Half Strength) vs Medusa (Half Strength plus Sweet and Sam’s powers), Xena (Full Strength plus Carmen Sandiego and Phantom Lady’s abilities/tech), and Hawkgirl (Full Strength plus Gooey Gus and Spring Heeled Jack’s powers). Team with the least votes gets eliminated, and their powers/abilities/weapons go to the team with the most votes. If there is a tie, both teams take damage and stay in the Battlesphere. Check out the other Rumbles to see how the rest of the match is going. Any questions feel free to ask them. Game On!

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(And FINALLY) THE BOTTOM LINE Dr. Quinn’s hair was caught in the breeze as she urged her horse to run faster. She sped down the empty street through Colorado Springs. Looking to her right she could see the Horseman racing behind the buildings and keeping pace with her. She gripped her reins tighter as her mind raced to try to comprehend the sights she had witnessed that night. The Horseman swerved in between the buildings and charged in front of Dr. Quinn’s horse. Both animals reared up on their hind legs and whinnied in fear. Dr. Quinn fell out of her saddle and landed with a thud in the dirt. The Horseman’s steed trotted closer as he raised his sword to the sky. With a snarl, Wolf dashed past Dr. Quinn and leapt towards the Horseman. Dr. Quinn was too much in the grip of fear to notice a grunt of pain from the Horseman as he struggled to free his arm from Wolf’s jaws. She scrambled up to her feet and bolted towards the church. She could see the steeple in the distance. Just a few more yards and then she would be safe. That was when she felt the blade strike her back. She screamed in pain as she dropped to her knees. Gasping for breath she turned to see the Horseman on his black horse looming over her. She could see her own blood dripping from the blade. The Horseman pointed his sword at Dr. Quinn. A tomahawk hurtled out of the night and smacked the blade out of the ghost’s hand. Sully bolted out from one of the buildings and rushed to Dr. Quinn’s side. “Michaela! Michaela, hold on! I’m here!” “Sully!” Dr. Quinn gasped. “Run for your life! Please! Run!” Sully turned back to face the Horseman, but the black rider and his horse were gone, along with his fallen sword. Dr. Quinn glanced around in bewilderment. “Where… where did he go?” “I don’t know,” said Sully, tearing off a piece of his shirt as a makeshift bandage for Dr. Quinn’s injury. “But it wouldn’t be the first time tonight. I saw you riding with that… thing chasing you so I sent Wolf after him. I went after you but I thought Wolf would’ve brought him down. We need to get you to the clinic. That’s a bad wound.” “But what about the others? Horace, Loren, and Jake?!” There was the sound hoofbeats coming down the road. Sully picked up his tomahawk and held it at the ready. Coming into view on their horses were Horace, Loren, and Jake. Horace looked slightly embarrassed, but Loren and Jake appeared to be extremely pleased with themselves. “Why, evening, Dr. Mike,” Jake chuckled. “What’s a nice lady like you doing out at this hour of night?” “She is looking a little pale, Jake,” snickered Loren. “Like she’s seen a ghost.” Sully stomped over to Jake’s horse and yanked the rider out of his saddle. He lifted Jake by his lapels and glared at him. “You think this is funny, Jake?! Someone just tried to kill Michaela!” Horace looked shocked as Dr. Quinn leaned against a water trough. “But… but he wasn’t supposed to…” “Horace!” snapped Loren. “Will you for once shut up?!” “Enough!” barked Sully. The three men fell silent as Sully returned his gaze to Jake. “Now. What the blazes is going on?” Jake tried to free himself from Sully’s grip for a moment, then sighed in resignation. “It was just some fun, Sully. After hearing about these murders we thought we might play a little joke on Dr. Mike.” “You said we were just going to scare her!” said Horace. “Don’t yell at me! Hank must have grabbed the wrong sword!” Sully released Jake and turned to Loren. “Get Michaela on your horse and over to the clinic. And you two are going tell me just where Hank is.” At that moment, Sully could hear a familiar howl. Running down the street with Wolf hot on his heels was the ‘Horseman’. The figure zigzagged down the street, as if he was unable to see where he was going. The ‘Horseman’ yelled and cursed before finally tripping and landing in the water trough. The ‘Horseman’ sat up in the trough, waving his arms and letting out a muffled yell. “Hey! Somebody get me out of this damn thing! Jake! If I get my hands on you I’ll beat the living daylights out of you for this damn fool idea!” Horace dismounted and hurried to the figure in the trough. “Just a minute, Hank. Just stay still. It’ll only take a moment!” Horace pulled on leather strap and pulled open a little door in the chest piece of the ‘Horseman’. It revealed the fuming face of Hank, looking around at the people surrounding the trough. “Well? Get me out of this!” Sully pushed past Horace and heaved Hank out of the trough, dumping him into the street. “You’re gonna pay for this!” Sully said. “You could have killed Michaela!” “Killed her? How?” Hank said, nursing his head. “By chasing her around town? If anyone got hurt it was me from that damn mutt of yours!” “I saw you attack her with your sword!” “That sword couldn’t hurt anybody! Loren said it was a toy from his store! And I told you, that mutt spooked my horse and has been trying to take a chunk out of my arm!” Loren picked up Hank’s sword, that had fallen in the street during his attempt to escape Wolf. “Sully,” Loren said, his voice quivering. “This is the sword I gave to Hank. It’s blunted. It couldn’t cut a thing!” There was a glance among the men and a whimper from Wolf, then Sully turned away and helped Dr. Quinn onto Loren’s horse. “I’m taking Michaela to the clinic. The rest of you just get on home!” Jake and his would-be pranksters sulked down the road as Dr. Quinn stirred. “Sully?” “It’s alright, Michaela. We’re going get you fixed up. You’ll be alright.” “But… but if it wasn’t Hank…” “Shh. Just take it easy. Maybe it was that killer, dressed up to scare people. Or maybe…” Sully’s voice trailed off. Dr. Quinn drew closer to Sully as he got in the saddle. “Or maybe what, Sully?” Sully didn’t answer. He guided the horse towards the clinic and Wolf followed behind them. But even after the streets of Colorado Springs were empty there was still the faint sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

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The leaves had already changed in the town of Colorado Springs. Accompanied by his pet Wolf, Byron Sully pushed open the swinging doors of the Golden Nugget. Hank Lawson stood tall and imposing as he talked to one of his prostitutes. Meanwhile Jake Slicker leaned on the bar and nursed his drink while Horace Bing spoke excitedly to Loren Bray as they sat at a table together. “I’m telling you, Loren, it’s the most incredible scandal to happen in the territory! Five people in five towns killed in as many weeks!” Loren feigned interest as he took a sip of whiskey. “And you say that all five had their heads cut off?” “Yes! I took the message over the telegraph myself for Dorothy! The authorities are wanting her to have it printed in the Gazette! They’re saying there’s a chance the killer might be heading for our town next!” Hank glared at his woman to send her back to work. “Probably just some crazed Cheyenne.” “Funny,” smirked Jake. “I always thought they just took the hair when they scalped somebody.” Sully cleared his throat and the other men got quiet. They knew it was not a wise idea to speak poorly of the Cheyenne when Sully was within earshot. “Figured I’d find you in here, Loren,” said Sully. “Went by your store and it was locked.” “Oh, uh yes. Well, I just stepped away for a minute. It’s been a very busy day. People coming in looking for the fixings for decorations and costumes.” Jake walked over to Loren and Horace’s table and stood at Sully’s side. “Glad to see you made it back from your trapping, Sully. Don’t suppose you might have seen anything out there? Anything unusual?” “Like a man cutting other men’s heads off? Sorry, Jake. Can’t say that I have.” Jake shrugged and took another sip of his drink. “Well, you never know. It might not even be a man.” Horace gulped. “What do you mean, Jake?” “I mean what you’ve talking about sounds mighty familiar. Men losing their heads. Sounds an awful lot like that book Dr. Mike brought for that library of hers.” Loren slowly nodded. “Yes. Yes, I remember. It was that… er…. “Legend of…” something or other.” Sully smiled and shook his head. “Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I wouldn’t worry, gentlemen. That was just a story. There’s no such thing as a Headless Horseman.” “Don’t be so sure,” said Jake. “They found hoof prints all around the bodies. And all sorts of unexplained things tend to happen this time of year.” “Yeah, Sully,” sneered Hank. “Don’t your Cheyenne friends believe in all sorts of spirits and things?” Sully kept calm as he matched Hank’s gaze. “Cloud Dancing and his people have taught me many things. But I haven’t seen any spirits, unless you mean the watered-down kind you serve around here.” Two prostitutes giggled at Sully’s remark only to contain themselves after a scowl from Hank. Hank took a step towards the mountain man but stopped short when Wolf started to growl at him. Eyeing the wolf, Hank gave Sully a dirty look. “You lucky I’m busy today, Sully.” Sully turned back to Loren as Hank stomped behind the bar. “I’m going to see Robert E. about one of my horse’s shoes. After that I’ll drop by the store to pick up those decorations that Dr. Mike ordered for the homestead.” Loren sighed and gulped down the rest of his whiskey. “I’ll be there. Just have your money ready.” “I will. Come on, Wolf.” The wolf obediently followed after Sully out the door as Hank poured a glass muttering to himself. “That smart mouthed son of a…” “Just take it easy, Hank,” said Jake. “He’s always going to take their side.” Loren picked up a bottle and refreshed his own drink. “Same as Dr. Mike. That woman would tell you the same thing. She’d probably talk about how they don’t have ghosts in Boston.” Jake started to smile. “Well, maybe we can do something about that. It is Halloween, isn’t it?” Dr. Michaela Quinn pulled her shawl tighter as she walked past the shops and businesses of Colorado Springs. She had finally begun to see the town as her own. Despite the townsfolks reluctance to having a ‘woman doctor’ she still wanted to help Colorado Springs, not to mention the Cooper children. And of course there was Sully. She opened the door to the clinic and went inside. She was wanting to pick up one of her medical journals to take home. She was scanning the bookcase when she heard a crash coming from the backroom. “Who’s back there?” she called out. She slowly crept towards the door and tried to keep her voice calm. “Brian? If that’s you and your friends trying to scare me you can just come out of there right now.” There was no reply from behind the door. Dr. Quinn reached for the doorknob. “Very well. You have until the count of 3 then I’m coming in there. 1. 2. 3!” Dr. Quinn swung the door open and her jaw dropped. On the floor of the backroom was Loren Bray nursing his arm and Horace Bing holding his head. Both were groaning in pain as Jake Slicker stood over them with his arms folded. He nodded and smirked at Dr. Quinn. “Evening, Dr. Mike. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Dr. Quinn pointed at the broken window of the backroom. “Jake Slicker, what in heaven’s name are you doing in here? If you needed something from the clinic you don’t have to break in to do it.” “We just didn’t want to disturb you,” said Horace as he helped Loren to his feet. “And we wouldn’t have if someone was paying attention where he was going,” grumbled Loren. “I’m sorry, Loren. I thought you were out of the way.” “Well you didn’t have to come flying through the window pane like a cannonball!” Dr. Quinn took a deep breath. “Will one of you gentlemen tell me what this is all about? What’s so important that you couldn’t have just waited until morning?” “Oh, we’re looking for a head. Ow!” Horace held his ribs after Loren jabbed his elbow into them. “Very discreet, Horace.” Jake stepped forward as Loren and Horace continued to argue. “You see, Dr. Mike, you might not be aware of this, but there have been some particularly terrible murders that have taken place in the territory this past few weeks. Men getting rode down and their heads cut off.” “And it got us to thinking that it sounded a lot like that Headless Horseman in that Irving book you brought,” said Loren. “So we figured that maybe if we could find a head that… er… isn’t being used…,” said Horace. “That maybe the Horseman could take it and leave the rest of us alone, you see?” Dr. Quinn stared at the three men, then gave a short laugh. “Honestly! I don’t believe this! You mean to tell me you broke into my clinic to find ‘a head’ to appease a ghost?!” “Er, yes, that’s the general idea,” Horace said shuffling his feet. “You do have a head around here, don’t you?” said Jake. “That skull those people found outside of town?” “Well, yes. But I was only keeping here to study before giving it to Reverand Johnson so that he can give it a Christian burial. You can’t seriously expect me to let you take it for some ridiculous ghost hunt.” Jake’s face remained unmoved. “As a citizen of Colorado Springs, it is my duty to protect the people of this town anyway I can. Now you can either hand over that skull, or we can always go down to the graveyard and dig up a skull for ourselves.” Looking at the three men’s determined faces Dr. Quinn sighed. “Very well. You can have the skull. But on one condition.” “Name it,” said Jake. “I’m going with you.” “Oh no,” Loren sputtered. “Sorry, Dr. Mike, but this could be dangerous work. Too dangerous to bring a woman along.” “Mr. Bray, that skull is my responsibility. I will not risk it being damaged or lost while you ride around the countryside. Either I go with you, or you don’t get the skull.” Jake shared a look with Horace and Loren, then nodded. “Alright, Dr. Mike. You got a deal.” A few hours later, three horses reached the crossroads 5 miles outside of Colorado Springs. Dr. Quinn held onto to Horace as Jake raised a hand for them to stop. Horace got off his horse and offered his hand to let Dr. Quinn down. “Alright, Jake,” Loren said. “We’re here. What’s the plan?” Jake nodded at Dr. Quinn. “Get it out.” Dr. Quinn reached into a saddle bag and pulled out the skull. Jake pointed to the crossroads. “Now lay that skull in the center of the trail. It’s almost midnight. That should be when that Horseman shows up.” “And if he doesn’t show up we can go home?” asked Dr. Quinn. “You have my word, Dr. Mike.” Dr. Quinn started walking to the crossroads. “This is just ridiculous. Three grown men believing a fairy tale.” “Those men getting their heads cut off was no fairy tale, was it?” said Jake. “But that doesn’t mean it’s the work of a fictional ghost!” Horace nervously glanced around. “Yeah, Dr. Mike may be right. I mean, that ghost was in Sleepy Hollow, wasn’t he? Why’d he be here?” “Because he’s a Horseman, Horace!” snapped Loren. “He rode here!” “Please, would you stop bickering,” said Dr. Quinn. “It’s already late and the sooner we finish this business the better…” Suddenly the group’s horses all started whinnying and rearing up. Jake and Loren held on tight to stay in their saddles as Horace tried to calm his own horse down. “What the devil’s gotten into them?!” said Loren. “Something’s spooked them,” said Dr. Quinn. “We should head back to town now.” “Too late!” cried out Horace, pointing into the distance. “LOOK!” Racing down the trail kicking up clouds of dust was a tall, black horse. Sitting in it’s saddle was a rider dressed in black and waving a sword. And the rider had no head. “God in Heaven!” gasped Dr. Quinn. She dropped the skull to the ground as the Headless Horseman continued on his course straight for them. “Horace!” shouted Jake. “Get Dr. Mike on your horse and get her out of here! Loren, you’re with me!” Jake urged his horse on towards the oncoming spirit and drew his pistol. “Jake, don’t be a fool!” Loren yelled. Horace grabbed Dr. Quinn’s arm and helped her onto the horse. “Make for the church, Dr. Mike! You’ll be safe there!” “But what about you? I can leave you here with… whatever that is!” Jake fired two shots but the Horseman didn’t stop his advance. He swung his sword, causing Jake’s horse to rear up and Jake to fall off with a thud. Loren looked wide eyed in terror before riding off with his horse away from the Horseman. “There’s no time!” said Horace. “Please, Dr. Mike! Ride and never look back!” Horace slapped the rump of the horse to get it started running. Dr. Mike grabbed the reigns and looked back to see the Horseman charging for Horace with sword upraised. She looked away and urged her horse on, hearing the sound of hoofbeats behind her. OK: Does Dr. Quinn make it to the church and escape the Horseman, or does the ghost get her? You Decide. Happy Halloween, and Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE Pamela peeked her head through the door of the Bates’ house. She scanned the foyer, her every sense straining for even a hint of movement. Quietly closing the door behind her, Pamela crept towards the staircase that led to the second floor. Her hand tightened it’s grip around the handle of her knife as the plaintive cries of her son echoed in her mind. “Kill him, Mommy! Don’t let him get away with it! Kill him dead, Mommy!” “Hush, Jason,” Pamela whispered. “Mommy will take care of everything.” Step by step Pamela worked her way up the staircase. She was just about to reach the landing when she heard the creaking of a door. Pamela spun to look to her left just in time to see a figure in a dress lunging toward her with a knife raised in the air. Pamela let out a scream and stabbed forward at Norman. The boy’s face was twisted into an expression of sadistic glee, grinning madly as the wig he wore slid off his head. The two howled and collided into each other, slashing were their knives again and again. They spiraled across the landing as they fought to deliver the killing blow. “You aren’t going to take my boy from me!” Norman snarled in a wheedling feminine voice. “Why didn’t you watch Jason?!” Pamela wailed. Blood splattered across the walls and the two slammed into the railing. Wood cracked and splintered as Norman grabbed Pamela by the throat and raised his knife high. Pamela swung wildly and finally stabbed Norman right in the gut. Norman let out a tortured gasp, but let his arm and knife come crashing down into Pamela’s chest. Pamela moaned in pain but couldn’t free herself from Norman’s hold. His weight pushed her back into the railing and the combined force of the two psychopaths caused the wood to finally shatter completely. Pamela and Norman fell from the second floor and crashed back first into the railing, finally coming to a halt at the foot of the staircase. They both lay panting for breath, the blood from their multiple wounds pooling out across the floor. Pamela strained to look to where Norman had landed next to her. The young man was staring transfixed at Pamela, his eyes welling with tears that mingled with the blood from the cuts on his face. “Mother? Is it you, Mother?” Pamela gasped for breath and groaned as she struggled to roll over to her side. She reached out a hand and brushed a tear from Norman’s cheek. “It’s alright, Jason. Mother’s here. Everything’s going to be alright.” A few days went by when Marion Crane arrived at the Bates Motel on a dark and stormy evening. She was tired and stressed after a long days drive and was desperate for a place to take a shower and rest. She honked the horn a few times, but despite the lights being on in the motel office, nobody seemed to be around. There was a light on in the house behind the motel, so she decided to go up and see if the owners were inside. When she opened the door, she let out a piercing scream, and ran out into the night. The scene she had been greeted with was the sight of two bodies on the floor, a man and a woman. The man was in a tattered old dress, and the woman had her arms wrapped around him, like a mother comforting her child after a bad dream. And on the faces of both corpses were expressions of contentment and peace. A beautiful tableau, if not for the pools of blood and the stench of decaying flesh.

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From the files of Dr. Francis Yearwood, April 1960. It has been nearly three years since Pamela Voorhees first walked into my office. She had been court ordered to have regular sessions with a psychiatrist following a near total nervous breakdown. The cause of her behavior was sadly obvious. The loss of her son at Camp Crystal Lake left her extremely irritable and paranoid. She told me she could even at times hear Jason calling out to her. After many months, I thought we had reached a breakthrough, at least enough for her to return to work. But the deaths of those two counselors seems to have shaken her up again. Now we have returned to meeting once a week, and I’m not sure if it’s time for a new plan of action. With the camp’s future in doubt, it is my considered opinion that Miss Voorhees may be better served to get away from Crystal Lake for a while. Give herself a chance to travel, to get out of New Jersey and find some new, happier experiences. I am certain that she is no danger to herself or others. The poor lady wouldn’t hurt a fly. Pamela Voorhee stood in the doorway of cabin 1 of the Bate’s Motel clutching her suitcase. The rain rattled against the roof as it continued to pour down. She tried to look pleasant as the boy Norman prattled on about the amenities in her room. “There’s the stationary that has Bate’s Motel on it in case you want to make your friend’s back home jealous. And over here is the um…” “The bathroom?” “Right. And if you need anything, just give a shout. I’m in and out of the office right next door all the time.” Pamela cautiously stepped further into the cabin and gently set her suitcase on the bed. “Thank you very much, Mr. Bates.” “Norman.” “I’m sorry?” Norman smiled. “Thank you very much, Norman. It’s alright. You can use my first name. I don’t mind.” Pamela turned back to her suitcase. “Thank you… Norman. I think I can find my way around now. I’m wanting to get to bed.” “Are you sure? Wouldn’t you like something to eat? You said yourself you’ve been on the road for hours, and it wouldn’t take me a minute to fix up some sandwiches or…” “NO!” Norman looked concerned as Pamela gathered herself after her outburst. “I’m sorry, Norman, but I’m really not hungry. I’m probably just going to take a bath and go to bed.” Norman shot a glance at the bathroom then sighed. “If you’d like. I guess I’ll turn in myself. You have a good night’s sleep now.” Pamela’s eyes followed Norman as he walked to the door. She looked back to her suitcase before feeling compelled to ask. “Is it lonely?” “Sorry? Lonely?” “I mean, don’t you get lonely? Living in that big, old house by yourself?” “Oh no. I’m not alone. Mother is there with me. I look after her, and she…. Well, I always say, ‘a boy’s best friend is his mother.’” Pamela nodded. “Yes. It’s very true. Good night, Mr. Bates.” “Norman.” “Good night… Norman.” Norman stomped up the muddy drive through the storm up to the front door of the Bates’ house. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. Then he could hear that familiar, ever-present voice. “So, how is my big, strong boy today? Found another whore on the highway?” “She’s not like that, Mother! She’s our guest!” “Don’t give me that! I know that look in your eyes! And I saw her! How old is she? 30? She wouldn’t even give you the time of day!” “That’s not true!” “Oh really? Then why did she turn down your dinner invitation? Because she didn’t want to spend another second looking at a sorry excuse for a man as he undresses her with his eyes!” “MOTHER, SHUT UP!” Norman’s cry echoed through the house. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing as the voice came back soothingly. “You know I’m right, boy. You know she is nothing but trouble. She’ll never love you, no woman will. Only Mother. So, what do you plan to do about it?” Norman’s face twisted into a determined scowl, then he hurried toward the cellar door. At that moment, Pamela had finished unpacking her suitcase. She could feel her heart being faster as if it was trying to keep up with the rhythm of the rain falling outside. Between the storm and Norman’s taxidermized birds, she couldn’t shake that sense of dread. She turned the faucet in the tub to start filling it with water, then took off her jacket. She was about to remove her sweater when she heard a plaintive cry. “Mommy!” Pamela froze. Her eyes began to widen with fear as she gazed at the bathtub. The sound of water filling the tub mingled with the rain on the roof, making it sound as if she was surrounded by a torrent coming to engulf her. “Mommy! Help!” Pamela covered her ears and closed her eyes tight, sinking down onto the bed. “It’s not real! It isn’t real! Remember Dr. Yearwood! It isn’t real!” “Help me, Mommy! Please!” Slowly opening her eyes, Pamela watched as the tub slowly filled to the brim. She rose to her feet, her eyes no longer seeing water pouring out onto the floor, but the lake where her poor son had drowned. “I did, Jason. I found those two wicked children who let you die! They’re dead and buried! They can’t hurt you anymore!” “Please, Mommy! Stop him, Mommy!” “Him? Who, Jason? You don’t mean Norman? But why?” “MOMMY!” “Yes. Yes, Jason. You’re right. I saw it too. The way he smiled, the way he talked. He’s just like them. A boy like that only has one thing on his mind. He’s just like them!” “Kill him, Mommy! Don’t let him get away with it! Don’t let him live!” Pamela Voorhees’ face was finally calm as she walked back to her suitcase. She lifted up a flap inside to reveal a leather belt and sheath containing a knife. She put on the belt, drawing the knife and holding out towards the bathroom as water poured out. “It’s alright, Jason. Mommy will protect you. Mommy will get the bad boy. Just like she got the others. And anyone else who tries to hurt you!” Leaving her jacket behind, Pamela Voorhees stomped out of her cabin, and into the stormy night, heading straight for the Bates’ house. OK: Both combatants are at full strength (If not sanity). This takes place at the same time as Psycho (1960), so Pamela Voorhees is around 30 years old (5 or so years older than Norman Bates). The fight takes place in the Bates’ house. Last killer standing wins. Game On! And Happy Friday the 13th!

THE BOTTOM LINE Zsasz stabbed Ghostface square in the chest, but when he tried to pull the knife out he could feel it catch on something. Ghostface used the close distance to deliver a slash to Zsasz chest. He snarled in pain as he tripped over the woman’s body and collapsed to the ground. “Good effort, Victor,” said Ghostface, pulling open his black robe to reveal the knife embedded in a bullet proof vest. “But, as always, very predictable.” He pulled the knife free and pounced towards Zsasz with a blade in each hand. Zsasz delivered a low blow that doubled over Ghostface. “Predict that!” Grabbing Ghostface by his collar and the bottom of his robes, Zsasz sent him headfirst into the television set. He then easily snatched the knives out of Ghostface’s weak grip and delivered blow after blow to his back. Zsasz pulled his would-be murderer out of the set and left him in a bleeding crumpled heap. He tossed aside Ghostface’s knife and knelt next to him, holding his own knife to the masked killer’s throat. “Alright, piggie. It isn’t Halloween yet. Let’s see if you look just as stupid under this mask.” Zsasz grabbed the Scream mask and pulled it off his opponent, revealing the gaunt face underneath. “Crane?!” The man better know to Gothamites as Scarecrow gasped for breath and held up his hands. “Victor, please understand…” “Understand what?! You tried to kill me! One costume wasn’t enough for you?!” “All of my equipment has been seized! I can’t make anymore fear toxin! I needed to adopt a new persona if I’m going to inspire fear!” “And kill me to get rep for yourself?” “Victor, I was foolish. I beg of you, let me go! I’ll do anything! Anyth…” “Shhhhhh.” Jonathan Crane fell silent as Zsasz scarred face drew close to his own. The serial killer's smile was reflected in the blood-soaked knife. “Now. You’ll do anything for me? Alright then, piggie. You know what you can do? Scream.”

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