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*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATTENDEES NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: HellooOoOoOo, fight fans! It’s Al and Andel with more TCC action as we make our way ever closer to Battlesphere 2! And tonight, we are bringing you a historic tag bout! The first ever official TCC contest to take place outside of TCC Arena! Andel Sanap: An unusual battle to be sure, Al. But as we have stated in our Battlesphere updates*, the following competitors either just missed out on qualifying for a second chance in the sphere, or are determined to redeem themselves following their performances. *If you haven’t seen the updates, why not see them now? https://www.magneticferret.com/forum/index.php?/blogs/entry/448-battlesphere-2-update-1/ Battlesphere 2 Update #2 - broadwaybeyonder - The Magnetic Ferret Message Boards Al Rossi: At the moment we are broadcasting live from the USS Defiant. Under the cover of our cloaking device, we are able to hover high above the urban squalor below us without being seen. Andel Sanap: And this is the “Gotham City” you spoke of? Al Rossi: Yep. And if the temporal historians the TCC hired are worth their salaries, it should be another freak filled day for Gothamites. Which will be so much the better for this battle! See, folks, given the bizarre combination of combatants we are dealing with, the TCC decided that this battle needed to be specially arranged to make sure that it’s fair for all concerned. Andel Sanap: I still don’t like the idea of these ladies being put into this position. Al Rossi: AKA, you’ve got a bad feeling about this? Andel Sanap: Put simply, yes. Al Rossi: Well, at least let me let the folks at home know what they’re in for tonight! Our contestants have been put into teams, one fighter paired with one non-combatant. The non-combatants have been placed on the outskirts of downtown Gotham City. They have been tasked with traversing through the city to reach Wayne Tower. The first to reach the tower wins. Andel Sanap: And in order to assist them through this dangerous terrain, the ladies have each been given an earpiece to communicate with their partner and a gold bracelet containing a signaling device. When activated, the device automatically teleports the non-combatant’s partner to their location. After 3 minutes, the device teleports the partner back here to us on the Defiant. After 5 uses, the non-combatant is on her own. Al Rossi: So it’s up to them to use their teleports wisely. Cassie, Sonya, and Claw are all in the loading bay waiting for their summons. Let’s turn on the viewscreen to see where our other three ladies are starting from. Andel Sanap: Snow White is looking bewildered standing on a corner in Gotham City’s Chinatown district. Her path to Wayne Tower will be leading her through an area currently being affected by Scarecrow’s fear toxin. Cassie Cage: Ok, princess, talk to me. Snow White: I… I hear you, Cassie. Cassie Cage: Great. Now all we need to do is to get you that tower. If you need me, you remember how to use the bracelet. Snow White: Yes. I just hope I’ll be brave enough for this. The people walking around here don’t look all that friendly. Cassie Cage: Ah relax. I’ve got your back. Anybody tries to mess with you, we’ll kick their butts. Snow White: Oh. Um, if you say so. Al Rossi: Meanwhile on the edge of Little Italy, we’ve got Cinderella watching a protest taking place by the Gotham Town Hall. We’ve got reports of a Poison Ivy neurotoxin attack on her path. Cinderella: The size of this city is incredible! All of these people! Sonya Blade: And a lot of them are dangerous, your highness. I can try to guide you with the earpiece, but do your best to avoid unnecessary contact. I don’t want you to be left without any teleports to summon me. I’ve a feeling the TCC have more than a few surprises for us closer to the tower. Cinderella: I’ll do my best, general. Andel Sanap: And finally, in the Fashion District, we find Miss Chel. Who has already gotten some… ahem, attention from passersby. Chel: Hey, fellas! Nice day for a walk, huh? Red Claw: Will you stop fooling around? I will not have us lose this contest because you were wasting time flirting! Chel: Hey! We got nothing to worry about! There’s no way those goody goody princesses are going to last longer in this city than me! I bet they’ll burn through all their summons before I need you once! Red Claw: I am a trained mercenary! You will use your teleport when I order you. Is that clear? Chel: Oh, yes sir! Sheesh what a grouch. Al Rossi: Chel certainly is sounding the most confident. Andel Sanap: Hopefully not overconfident. Her path to Wayne Tower is taking her straight into a part of the city being doused by Joker Venom. And as all of our contestants get nearer to the tower, they will all be entering an area where citizens have been exposed to Bane’s Venom. Al Rossi: So our teams really will be needing those teleports if they want to cross the finish line! Well, enough chitchat! Let’s get this thing started! Referee: Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! OK: The three ‘non-combatants’ are working their way through downtown Gotham. Apart from the normal city threats and hazards they also need to pass through an area attacked by one of Batman’s villains (Snow White/Scarecrow, Cinderella/Poison Ivy, Chel/Joker). They each have 5 teleports to summon their partner for three minutes at a time. First to reach Wayne Tower, wins. Game On!

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THE BOTTOM LINE Cobb shoved Ariadne and Harrison into Harrison’s hotel room and slammed the door. Harrison tried to catch his breath on the bed as Cobb spun to face Ariadne. “Now you’re going to give me some damn answers, Natalie,” Cobb shouted. Ariadne saw the look in Cobb’s eyes and worked out a sob. “Richie, I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “I leave you alone for one weekend and I find you hooking up with this geek?!” Harrison looked confused. “Umm, shouldn’t we be talking about how Princess Luna is blowing up the convention center?” Cobb grabbed Harrison by his jacket and yanked him to his feet. “Listen, dork! I don’t know what the hell that was, but right now I don’t care! I want to get me and my girlfriend out of this city, and unless you want to see how fast you can reach the ground from that window you’re going to help us.” Back in the convention center, Arthur leapt out of the way of a blast from Luna’s horn. Eames had tossed aside his pistol and his RPG launcher and had dream-constructed a bazooka. “How many times do we have to shoot this bloody thing?!” Luna swooped down towards Eames, who fired the rocket. Luna spread her wings and a magic glow surrounded here. The rocket bounced off the forcefield and exploded into a row of vendor stalls. Subconscious projections dressed like bronies scrambled for cover as Eames struggled to reload. Princess Luna glared at him. “Your weapons are naught to a princess of Equestria!” She fired another blast from her horn that sent Eames sprawling. Luna landed between Eames and his weapon, horn glowing dangerously. “Begone from this dream! And never return!” The light enveloped Eames and when it had faded, he was gone. Another rocket flew in and connected with Luna. Arthur looked on grimly as the princess gave a scream of pain. “He better be awake right now. Because if he’s dead, you’re going to see just how deadly a dream can be.” Luna faced Arthur, her eyes blazing. “I know how dangerous dreams are, intruder! And I also know the strength of nightmares! And if I must call on them to protect the dreams of this boy, then I SHALL!” Darkness surrounded Princess Luna, her screams morphing into maniacal laughter. Her wings became bat-like, and her teeth sharp and pointed. Arthur looked in terror at Nightmare Moon, before she charged at him with her horn lowered. Harrison fumbled with the dial on his room safe as Cobb stood over him. “I’ll do what you say! You can have all the money I have in here! Just please don’t hurt me!” “Just hurry it up!” snapped Cobb. Harrison glanced at Ariadne who looked ashamed back at him. “Was this why you were nice me? So your boyfriend can take all I have?” Cobb could see Ariadne weaken. “I’m sorry, Harrison. But we have no choice.” Harrison closed his eyes, gave the dial one last turn, and opened the safe. “There. Take whatever you want.” Cobb moved to the safe. “Natalie, watch the door. You, just step aside.” Harrison hurried out of the way and Cobb started sifting through the piles of sketches and photos. Harrison picked up one and looked at it in surprise. “Hey. I don’t remember drawing this one. I was just thinking about this on the flight over here.” He looked to Ariadne. “How can it be here when I haven’t drawn it yet?” “Because it isn’t real, fool!” The wall exploded and the three people fell down. Nightmare Moon cackled as she hovered over them. “A clever game. Sneaking into other people’s dreams. But now the game ends!” Cobb tossed aside the pictures and pulled out his pistol. “Ariadne, run!” Nightmare Moon swooped down, knocked aside the pistol with her wing and stabbed Cobb in the heart with her horn. “Dom!” Ariadne screamed. Nightmare Moon stalked around the room as Harrison scurried between her and Ariadne. “This can’t be happening!” he said. “It must be a dream! I gotta wake up! Somebody wake me up!” “Aw, poor Harrison,” Nightmare Moon sneered. “You think because you can create your sorry excuses for art that you will ever be accepted? Ha! I have a good mind to turn your dreams into my own personal land of nightmares!” “No!” Nightmare Moon glared at Ariadne as she stepped around Harrison. “You can’t do that! I know who you are! What you are! You are still Princess Luna! You can’t hurt Harrison!” “And why not?” Nightmare Moon scoffed. “What’s the difference between me and your friends? You travel into people’s dreams and steal what you want, regardless of what it means to them in the waking world. If you wished to join me, I can show you what true power in the dream world can do!” Ariadne steadied her breath. “Perhaps you’re right. I was wrong to treat him like I did. But all I know is that I won’t let you hurt him now!” Nightmare Moon drew close enough that her horn was inches from Ariadne’s face, then her expression softened. “Well spoken, Ariadne.” To Ariadne and Harrison’s surprise, darkness surrounded Nightmare Moon until Princess Luna stood restored in her place. Harrison massaged his brow in disbelief. “Okay this is beyond insane.” “Do not be afraid Harrison Vaughn,” Luna said. “From now on you have my word that your dreams will never be tampered with. Is that not so?” Ariadne slowly nodded. “Yes. You have my word.” Harrison stood open mouthed for a moment, then sighed. “Great, I guess. Um, any chance I could wake up now?” Princess Luna smiled and pointed her horn at the pair. The two closed their eyes as the light from her horn enveloped the room. Ariadne’s eyes opened to see Cobb and Yusuf looking over her. “Ariadne? Are you with us?” Ariadne turned to her left to see Harrison still asleep on the bed. “Yes, Dom. Is everybody here?” “Apart from feeling like someone dropped a brick wall on top of me,” groaned Eames. Arthur was finishing closing the case with the PASIV inside. “At least you didn’t get stabbed in the chest by the horn of a… whatever that was.” Yusuf looked confused. “What kind of dream was that?” Cobb retied his tie and visually scanned the room. “No time to explain, Yusuf. The mission was a failure. And something tells me we shouldn’t be going in again for a second try.” “But why? Was the projections give you trouble again?” Ariadne looked down at the sleeping Harrison. “Let’s just say he’s got someone looking out for him.” When the effects of the drugs had wore off, Harrison woke up to find himself alone in a hotel room. He never did learn what happened to Natalie, but a few weeks after the convention he received a letter from an animation studio. Apparently, they had received copies of his artwork from an anonymous source and were wanting to offer him a job on a new show they were developing. Cobb and his team would refuse to do anymore jobs for Saito, but the businessman was determined to continue exploring how the PASIV technology could be used to grow his empire. That is until he suffered what doctors referred to as a complete mental breakdown. He refused to go to sleep, fighting off any attempt to be sedated. He spent all his time in his padded room saying the same phrase in Japanese over and over. “Naitomeamun. Naitomeamun. Naitomeamun. Naitomeamun.”

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Harrison Vaughn sat behind a folding table on the convention floor. He occasionally glanced up to see guests sporting their MLP gear and cosplays walking past. Some stopped for a moment to examine the pictures he had arranged for his booth, only for one of their companions to whisper in their ear and rush off. Most of them merely took one look at the sign with his name on it and gave him an accusatory stare before storming off. Harrison sighed and wiped his glasses on his shirt. It was awkward enough being at these conventions in his twenties, let alone with everyone there convinced that the only reason he got a booth was because of his father’s money. “Excuse me?” Harrison jumped slightly in his seat and quickly put his glasses back on. Standing in front of his table was an attractive woman around his age with blonde hair. She gave a friendly smile as Harrison stammered. “Um, uh, yes? I mean, hi!” “Take it easy, buddy. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way around this place.” Harrison cleared his throat and stood up, his knees bumping into the table. He desperately tried to maintain his composure as he replied. “Er, well, they do hand out maps of the convention floor at the front desk where you checked in.” “Well, the thing is, I really can’t go there. I didn’t check in at the front desk.” Harrison looked around then leaned to speak more softly. “But you need to check in to get your pass. How did the guard let you through?” The woman gave a cheeky wink and shrugged. “I asked nicely.” Harrison gave a nervous laugh as the woman went on. “My name’s Natalie, by the way. I’m in town on summer break and noticed all these people wandering past my hotel dressed in this horse stuff.” “Pony.” Natalie gave a knowing look to Harrison, who mentally kicked himself for saying anything. “The… the characters are… ponies.” “So, I was right. This is where all the bronies come to play?” Natalie looked down at the pictures on Harrison’s table. “And where they show off all their fanart. Did you draw all of this?” “Uh, yeah. Yes! I mean, I’ve been working on them for a long time. Ever since I watched the show. I know there’s a lot of artists around. Well, not as many with show off the air now. I mean, I guess you’ve probably seen better stuff than mine.” Natalie picked up a picture of the Mane 6 in an action pose battling a monster. “To be honest, I like your stuff better. Some of the other artists seem to have kind of… overactive imaginations, if you know what I mean.” Harrison nodded as Natalie picked up another picture. “Ooh! What about this one?” It was a picture of a pony with a blue coat, wings and a unicorn horn. She wore a harness with a symbol of the moon emblazoned on it, with a matching image on her flank. In the painting she was posed in mid-leap in a field of stars, almost as if she was about to jump out from the page. Harrison took a deep breath. “That’s Princess Luna. In the show, she’s the sister of Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria. After the Mane 6 freed her from a spell that had turned her to the evil Nightmare Moon, she became the ruler of the night, and the guardian of dreams.” Natalie looked at the picture and nodded in approval. “She looks pretty cool. I bet you’re selling a lot of these.” “Not really,” Harrison sighed, slouching back in his chair. “You can just have that one if you want it. Doesn’t matter anyway, I guess. Most people at these conventions think I’m just here because my dad paid for it. And everybody who doesn’t go to these conventions just thinks I’m a weirdo because I watched ‘My Little Pony’ at all.” “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re just a weirdo,” said Natalie. Harrison perked up, then Natalie grinned. “You’re an extremely talented weirdo.” Harrison blushed and looked down as Natalie put the picture back on the table. “I’ll tell you what, Harrison. How about after you’re finished here for the day, you show me some more of your pictures? You can come over to the hotel, you can tell me more about ‘My Little Pony’ and I can give you something for the pics I like.” “But I told you you don’t have to pay me anything,” said Harrison. “I don’t need any money.” Natalie leaned over the table close to Harrison’s face with a look in her eyes. “Who said anything about money?” Harrison’s jaw nearly made contact with the table as Natalie produced a pen and wrote an address on the back of the Luna picture. “I’m in room 406. I’ll leave the door open. See you at 7ish.” “Uh, yeah. I mean, yes! Thanks. I’ll uh see you there!” Natalie handed the picture back to Harrison and strode off. Harrison was so enraptured looking at the address that he failed to notice ‘Natalie’ looking over her shoulder with a guilty expression on her face. 5 minutes before 7, Harrison rushed up the stairs of Natalie’s hotel with a manila folder filled with his fanart tucked under his arm. Reaching the 4th floor, his eyes darted around the hall until he found room 406. He darted for the door, stopped himself, and took a deep breath before knocking. The door creaked open slightly to reveal the darkened room inside. Harrison poked his head in and glanced around. “Natalie? Um, it’s me? Harrison? From the convention? I brought some pictures that I thought you’d like?” Harrison took a step into the room, blinking and wishing his eyes would adjust to the darkness faster. “Look, uh, Natalie? Are you here? I’d just like to show you these pictures. You don’t have to…” Harrison heard the door close behind him. Before he could react, he felt someone grab his arm and yank it behind his back. He struggled to free himself, but he felt a needle insert itself into his neck. “Nat..a..lie,” he breathed as the anesthetic did it’s work. Harrison fell unconscious, face first onto the bed. “Told you he’d fall for it.” Dominic Cobb flicked on a light to see Eames and Yusuf standing over the now sleeping Harrison. Arthur stood across the room with Ariadne by his side, taking off the wig she wore as Natalie. She looked at Harrison with concern as Eames continued. “Show one of these geeks a pretty face and they’ll run straight into an oncoming train.” “Is he stable?” asked Cobb. Yusuf rolled Harrison over and checked his vitals. “Everything looks good. He’ll be out more than enough for you to get what you’re looking for.” Cobb nodded. “Alright. Hook him up.” Yusuf started attaching the PASIV device to Harrison. Arthur turned to Ariadne as she tossed the wig on a chair. “How about you? You good?” Ariadne slowly nodded. “I’m fine. I just… I’m just not sure this was the only way we could have done this.” “Careful, Arthur,” smirked Eames. “I think she’s got a crush on pony boy.” “Knock it off,” said Cobb, stepping in between his team. “We all agreed to this. Saito wants the information from Vaughn’s computer. The only other person who knows the code is Harrison. We go in, get him to lead us to the code, and get out.” “Right,” interrupted Eames. “And if it’s so simple, why did you need me for this bit? We’ve checked this guy’s background a hundred times. There’s no chance he’s gotten his subconscious trained like Fischer.” “We’re not taking that chance. After this job, we’re done.” “As long as Saito doesn’t try to drag us into another job,” said Arthur. Cobb nodded ruefully and Yusuf called out. “Alright! He’s all set. Ready for you.” The team positioned themselves around the rooms to prepare to fall asleep. Cobb continued to give instructions to Yusuf as he hooked him up to the PASIV. “Give us three hours. Saito has the entire hotel on lockdown so there shouldn’t be any interruptions. Any signs of trouble or we’re not awake in three hours, give us the kick.” “Got it,” nodded Yusuf. “Pleasant dreams.” Cobb closed his eyes to the gentle whirring of the PASIV. The next Harrison knew, he was walking past booths at the Brony convention with ‘Natalie’ on his arm. “So glad you offered to show me around, Harry,” ‘Natalie’ said. Harrison looked around, trying to gather his bearings. “I… did?” “Of course you did, silly. Last night. You do remember last night, don’t you?” “I… I don’t know. It seems sort a… blurry.” “Well, you did have a few glasses of champagne in you. I warned you to pace yourself, but you were having so much fun.” ‘Natalie’ squeezed the arm tighter and smiled. “I hope I gave you a few things you will remember?” Harrison looked stunned, then laughed nervously. “Yeah, yeah. You sure did.” From a distance, Cobb, Arthur, and Eames watched Ariadne and Harrison make their way across the convention floor. “So far so good,” said Cobb. “Not surprising given who was teaching her,” said Eames. “She picked up disguises in dreams like a natural.” “It’s not over yet,” said Arthur. “Now she has to reel him in.” “So, Harry,” ‘Natalie’ said as they stopped by a standee of Rainbow Dash. “Seeing as how you came to see my hotel room, maybe you can take me over to yours? You can show some more of your pictures, we’ll have some more champagne…” “But I showed you all my pictures last night. I mean, I must have.” “Well, you should me some good ones. But I bet you were holding back on me a little bit. Don’t you have some more pictures in your room? One’s you’ve never shown anybody? Things that mean the most to you?” Harrison slowly started to nod. “Yeah. Yeah, there is a safe in my room. I must have my best stuff in there.” “And there you are,” said Eames. “Ariadne goes to the room, opens the safe, and buried under a bunch of pony art will be something old ‘Harry’ won’t even realize: his father’s codes.” Suddenly an explosion rang through the convention center. Harrison subconscious projections shouted and pointed in shock at the glowing ball of light that had appeared hovering 12 feet over the convention floor. “Arthur? What the hell is that?” “I… I don’t know, Dom! Maybe Yusuf is trying to wake us up.” “But there’s no way we’ve been under long enough! Something’s wrong.” Eames pulled out a pistol and cocked it. “Whatever it is, better be ready for anything.” Harrison looked spellbound at the swirling lights, and Ariadne started pulling on his arm. “Harry, we better go. Take me to the hotel. Please!” There was another burst of light, and everyone’s eyes went wide. Suspended in the air and flapping her wings, Princess Luna looked down imperiously at the projections before her. Her eyes narrowed at Harrison. “Thou art Harrison Vaughn?” Harrison’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah? Who… what are you?” “I am Princess Luna, Harrison Vaughn. And I am here to rescue you. You are being deceived!” Cobb, Eames, and Arthur stepped behind a booth. “Any brilliant ideas, Arthur?” snarked Eames, holstering the pistol. “I don’t know, Cobb,” said Arthur. “Maybe it’s another projection. The kid’s watched the show so much it’s become a part of his subconscious. Or…” Arthur’s voice trailed off as Cobb stared at him. “Or what?” “From Ariadne’s research on the show, the character of Luna is able to observe and interact with people’s dreams.” “Are you having a laugh?” interrupted Eames. “It’s just a character on a tv show! It’s not real!” “We don’t have time to figure this out,” said Cobb. “You two need to keep that thing occupied, I’ll get Ariadne and Harrison to the hotel. It’s only a matter of time before the projections start coming after us.” “But… I don’t understand,” said Harrison in wonder. “Who’s trying to deceive me?” “Harry, let’s go!” Ariadne said urgently. “I’m sorry, Harrison,” Luna proclaimed. “Your commitment to the land of Equestria is admirable. But that is why I cannot allow your dreams to be manipulated!” Luna’s horn began to glow and she pointed it at Ariadne. “Harry!” KABOOM! An explosion sent Luna hurtling backward. Eames held his grenade launcher and admired his handiwork. “Scratch one unicorn!” Cobb rushed past projections to Harrison and Ariadne, the artist still in shock. “That’s… that’s Princess Luna!” Cobb grabbed Ariadne’s hand. “Natalie, we need to move. Now!” Harrison spun around to see Cobb. “Who are you?” “No time to explain, Harry,” shouted Ariadne. “We got to get out of here!” Harrison looked at an enraged Luna rising out of the wreckage of several booths, then took off running with Cobb and Ariadne. Luna took to the air as Eames and Arthur advanced with weapons drawn. “This dream is of your making!” she cried out. “I do not know what you are planning, but you are not welcome here!” OK: Cobb’s crew wins by holding off Luna until they can get the codes from Harrison. Luna wins by destroying Cobb’s crew and forcing them out of the dream. Game On!

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Andel Sanap here, with a correction. Chel wishes me to remind you that she, like Cassie, just barely missed the cut. She did not have a poor showing like the other 4 combatants, with which she was listed purely by accident. And she doesn't care what goofy competition the TCC has cooked up, she's going to win it. And now that I've typed this as instructed, hopefully she'll let me out of this headlock so I can get on with my day.

Battlesphere 2 Update #2 Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans! Al Rossi here, running solo today to give you some more info on Battlesphere 2! I’m going to be introducing you to 3 of the first time combatants who will be making their debut appearances in the Battlesphere. First off, coming to us all the way from Looney Toon Land… Lola Bunny! A skilled athlete and fearless competitor, Lola is definitely going to be a fan favorite and difficult to eliminate. And with her Toon based powers, there will certainly be a lot of people gunning to toss her over the top rope. Our next combatant, from Outworld… Kitana! The Edenian Empress is ready for kombat! With renewed interest in Mortal Kombat being sparked throughout the multiverses, will she be able to finish off her competition? And finally, making here return to TCC action… Xena! The Warrior Princess was last seen during the reign of the 9, where she dispatched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now she’s once again looking for glory in the Battlesphere! She’s faced gods and monsters of all shapes and sizes, but will that be enough to prepare for what she is about to dive into? Only time will tell. But now we have a new battle to announce! As you read in the last update, the TCC have arranged a couple of preliminary bouts before the Battlesphere begins again. The first match is going to include a woman who just missed the cut to return for the battle royal! The runner up from the first Battlephere Battle Royal, Cassie Cage! But joining her will be 5 other ladies who are hungry for a chance to redeem themselves! The fairest of them all, Snow White! The cruel terrorist, Red Claw! From her enchanted kingdom, Cinderella! From El Dorado, Chel! And Cassie’s mother, Sonya Blade! What kind of match up has the Transdimensional Combat Commission cooked up for these 6 combatants? You’ll have to stay tuned to find out! For now, time’s just about up! Our next update will feature Andel Sanap taking a look at 3 of our male combatants who will in action in the Battlesphere. An incredible 6 woman contest will be coming your way soon! Until then, this is Al Rossi saying goodnight, everybody!

THE BOTTOM LINE The Titans raced down a hallway of Acme Looniversity, dodging the anvils that fell from above. From the second floor Hamton looked on in concern as Plucky glared at Monty. “You are terrible at this! Have you not been paying attention to a single second of anvil dropping class?” “Hey! Shut up, you dumb duck! I didn’t want to do this stupid fight anyway! I should be back in my mansion counting my money!” Hamton pressed a hanky to his brow. “But this just becoming a big mess! And the Titans are getting away!” “Leave it to me, Ham ol’ pal!” Plucky spun into his Toxic Revenger costume. “I’ll catch those teenage troublemakers! Up, up, and away!” Plucky leapt off over the railing and somersaulted to the first floor. “Sure hope the cameras caught that!” he said to himself. He struck a pose in front of the approaching Titans. “Stand back, Titans! For I am… THE TOXIC AVE….” CLANG! An anvil came crashing down on top of Plucky and the Titans tore past him. Monty laughed raucously. “Hey, duck! I did pay attention in anvil dropping class!” Plucky’s bill stuck out from under the anvil. “You’re… despicable,” he wheezed. Robin came to a halt at an intersection and turned to face Beast Boy. “You remember anything about this show that could give us a short cut?” “There’s got to be a stairwell to lead us to roof somewhere! Oh, look, guys! Over there! Follow me!” Beast Boy morphed into a hawk and took off towards the stairs. “AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOO!!!” The sudden sneeze sent the Titans flying backwards into a row of lockers. Lil Sneezer sniffled as he walked down the stairs, accompanied by Elmyra, Fifi, and Calamity. “Excuse me. I must be allergic to superheroes.” “Aww, don’t worry, mousey wousey,” said Elmyra. “We can teach those super heads a lesson!” Calamity aimed his laser and Starfire hurled a star bolt. The laser exploded in Calamity’s hands and left his face ashen. He held up a sign in each hand: ‘I spent all day building that!’ and ‘Also: OW!’. The Titans’ faces all turned green as Beast Boy’s as Fifi’s scent reached their nostrils. “What is that terrible odor?” groaned Starfire. “Why, my red headed orange,” Fifi purred. “It’s just Fifi La Fume au naturel. If you do not care for it, you can always commence with le surrender.” “Oh, Fifi!” The skunk turned to see Beast Boy, morphed into a green skunk and waving at her. Fifi’s eyes popped out of her head in excitement. “Oo la la! A skunk magnifique! Come to my arms, my emerald city of amour!” Beast Boy darted around a corner with Fifi in hot pursuit. “Hey! Come back here, kitty!” pouted Elmyra. “We still have these super heads!” Cyborg aimed his cannon arm and fired at the ground under Elmyra and Sneezer. They looked down at the hole that appeared beneath them, then to each other, then at the Titans, then both fell shrieking down the hole. “Two toons with one shot. Booyah!” “Let’s move, Titans!” shouted Robin as he headed up the stairs. “That portal could close any second!” “What about Beast Boy?” asked Starfire. “He’ll have to catch up. Don’t worry! He knows the show! He knows what he’s doing!” At that moment, Fifi had ran around a corner to see Beast Boy had morphed from a skunk to an elephant. Her expression dropped as the elephant swung his trunk back. “Merde.” The Titans burst out onto the roof to see Babs, Buster, and Gogo standing in front of the portal. “Well, you guys did pretty good,” said Buster. “But this is the end of the road!” “Funny,” said Babs. “I thought it was the roof.” The Titans heard the door slam behind them as Beeper zoomed in behind them with Furrball on his back. The cat yowled and leapt for Robin only for him to get caught by a blast of dark energy from Raven. Babs and Buster both pulled out cream pies and hurled them at Starfire as she attempted to get a clear shot at Beeper. Both pies hit and instantly exploded. Robin charged at Buster and swung his staff, Buster pulling a staff of his own out of thin air to block. “You got to let us go!” he shouted. “We just want to get home! Stop this craziness!” “Sorry, kid,” interrupted Babs. “Craziness is kind of our thing!” Putting on an enormous boxing glove, she connected with a shot to Robin’s chin. Beeper glanced at Starfire, still down, dazed, and covered in remnants of pie. “Beep beep!” He sped towards Starfire only for another blur to collide into him. Starfire’s eyes lit up when she caught a glimpse of a green roadrunner. “Beast Boy!” “The one and only! Now let’s blow this school before we’re taking classes here permanently!” Robin leapt out of the way of Buster and Babs strikes, then delivered a spinning kick that dropped them both. “You said it, Beast Boy! Titans!” “Not so fast!” Gogo Dodo hovered in front of the portal, his eyes becoming more deranged than they were usually. “Night gathers, and now my watch begins!” A giant wristwatch appeared in thin air and wrapped around the Titans. “It shall not end until I’m cancelled! I shall take no wife, so you take her. Please! I shall live and die at my post! And at my Times and Wall Street Journal! I pledge my life and honor to Acme Looniversity, for this fight, and all the fights to come!” “Umm, what is he saying?” asked Raven. “I’m saying,” said Gogo. “That there is no way I’m letting you heroes go. So there! Toons win again!” Beast Boy morphed into a fly to escape from the wristwatch. He morphed back to normal to stand before Gogo. “But you have to let us leave!” “Uh uh. You have to stay!” “Leave!” “Stay!” “Leave!” “Stay!” “Leave!” “Stay!” “Stay!” “Leave!” “Stay!” “Leave!” “Stay!” “Enough!” Gogo flew out of Beast Boy’s way and pointed at the portal. “I say you’re leaving, so you’re leaving! Beat it! Amscray! Don’t forget to not write!’ The wristwatch vanished and the Titans dropped to the roof. “Does anybody know what just happened?” asked Cyborg. “Later!” yelled Beast Boy. “Let’s go!” Beast Boy dived into the portal and the other Titans jumped in after just at it closed. Babs and Buster glared at Gogo. “You got played with ‘duck season/rabbit season’ bit?! You?!” Babs said in disbelief. Gogo shrugged. “Only when it’s funny.” “Ah, let it go, Babs,” said Buster. “The DC guys needed a win. I’m sure their fanboys wouldn’t have wanted for their only victories to be for Hawkgirl and Poison Ivy.” Babs sighed. “Yeah. And they’re alright kids. I wouldn’t mind if they just stuck around for a little while.” Gogo grinned. “Weeeell, now that you mention it…” Control Freak sat in his cell grumbling to himself. He was so close to finishing repairs on his device, only for the Titans to leap out of the tv and send him back to prison. Now with his remote confiscated, all he could do was sit and plan his revenge. Two guards rolled a television on a cart into Control Freak’s cell. “Surprise, Freak,” said one of the guards. “Somebody decided you get some privileges back.” Control Freak’s eyes lit up. “I get to watch Warp Trek? Sweet!” The guards turned on the tv, resealed the cell, and walked down the hall. “Still don’t know who thought it was a good idea to give that guy a tv.” “Yeah, but what can he do without that goofy remote of his?” Control Freak sat up on his cot as the picture on the tv began to clear up. A title card appeared on the screen. “Teen Titans… Go? They made a show about the TITANS?!” Control Freak’s jaw dropped as the episode began with Cyborg and Beast Boy singing about waffles. “WHAT IS THIS GARBAGE?! THESE AREN’T THE TITANS! I’VE SEEN ANYTHING SO… SO… LOONY!” All five of the Teen Titans Go popped out of the screen and planted a kiss on Control Freak. “Thanks for noticing!” As Control Freak wailed, they all turned to look at you. “That’s all, folks!”

Control Freak huffed and panted as he shoved mall patrons out of his way. People cried out in alarm and excitement, pointing to the air at the sight of Starfire, Raven, and Beast Boy in hawk form. “Control Freak! You will halt and commence with the surrender!” shouted Starfire. She hurled a star bolt that hit the floor and exploded in front of Control Freak. He whirled to face the oncoming heroes with a snarl. “You people don’t get it! How do you losers expect me to watch the premiere of Warp Trek 9 from prison?!” Raven raised an eyebrow. “You broke out of jail to see a corny science fiction movie?” “Corny?!” Beast Boy transformed to his normal shape and pointed an accusatory finger at Raven. “The special effects alone are incredible! And they got the original screenwriter for the script!” Raven gave Beast Boy a withering look, and he chuckled nervously. “But yeah, still no excuse for breaking out of jail.” Control Freak pulled out his remote and aimed it at the Titans. “You want to ruin my fun? Then it’s up to the master of all media, Control Freak, to make you pay!” With a press of a button three 7-foot-tall robots materialized in front of Control Freak. “Annihilate them, my mechanical minions!” “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” Raven’s eyes glowed and she extended her arms at the lead robot. A blast of dark energy enveloped Control Freak’s construct and caused it’s limbs to be pulled apart. Control Freak jumped up and down in frustration. “You and your stupid magic! But it doesn’t matter! I’ve still got two more robo…” Before Control Freak could finish his rant, a beam of blue energy cut through the other two robots. Cyborg walked into view, his arm still in Sonic Cannon form trained at Control Freak. “I wouldn’t bother seeing the movie, man. You know the sequel can’t beat the original.” “Not fair! Not fair! NOT FAIR!” whined Control Freak. He raised the remote only for a batarang to knock it out of his grip. He turned right into a kick from a diving Robin that sent him crashing through a window into an electronics store. Robin and the Titans walked over the debris to surround the staggered supervillain. “It’s over, Control Freak,” said Robin. “You are going to prison. It’s up to you whether it’ll be the easy way or the hard way.” Control Freak moaned, looked at the row of televisions behind him then grinned. “Ha! Think again, Robin! Because uhhhh, you’ve fallen into my trap! Yes! My brilliant trap that I totally have planned for this moment!” “The first time you’ve done something brilliant?” snarked Raven. “How exciting for you.” “Stay on guard, Titans,” ordered Robin. “Cyborg! Set your cannon to stun and…” With a swift gesture Control Freak pulled out a small device from his trenchcoat and slammed it on one of the TVs. The television set sparked and flashed, and the screen went from black to static to swirling mass of colors and light. Control Freak leapt out of the way as a vortex began dragging the Titans towards the screen. “Robin!” Starfire shouted, gritting her teeth as she tried to fly loose. “It’s too strong!” “What’s this geek done now?!” yelled Cyborg. “It’s Freak, not geek, Tin Man!” ranted Control Freak. “And what I’ve done is use by brilliant device to send you back into the tv world! But this time you won’t be able to hop from show to show! This time you’ll be trapped in one show FOREVER!” Beast Boy was the closest to the television. He morphed from one bird to another but slowly he was sucked into it. “This isn’t how I wanted to get into televisiooooooon!” In a flash Beast Boy was gone. “Beast Boy!” cried out Raven. Cyborg aimed his cannon at Control Freak’s device. He fired and hit the target, causing it to deliver a piercing whine. “No!” screamed Control Freak. “What’s with it with you people breaking my things?!” The villain slammed the side of the tv set and the screen continued to pull the Titans in. Starfire was yanked backwards into Raven and the two heroes disappeared into the tv. “Starfire! Raven! Hold on!” Robin hurled a batarang attached to a cord, embedding it into a pillar. Wrapping the cord around his waist he allowed himself to be pulled toward the opening as Cyborg desperately attempted to hold his ground. “Robin! We can’t hold on much longer! We’re going in!” With a final explosion of sparks, the device increased it’s pull, finally dragging Cyborg and Robin into the television. Robin’s cord held taut for a second, only to snap and fall uselessly to the floor when the vortex closed. Control Freak danced with glee. “Oh yeah! Finally, the lord of reality Control Freak has finally bested the pathetic Teen Titans!” The device sparked again, and the vortex re-opened. Control Freak groaned and ran to the device on the side of the set. “That dratted Cyborg! His stupid cannon screwed up my device! Ah, it’s no problem! Once I fix this thing, I’ll close the vortex for good. Then those troublesome Titans will never get out!” When Robin regained consciousness, he looked up into the eyes of Starfire. “Robin! Are you alright?” Robin rose to his feet and tried to shake the cobwebs from his mind. “I think so. Any idea where we are?” Beast Boy nudged Robin and pointed. “Dude, I think I know.” The Titans looked where Beast Boy was pointing. They were standing in front of a tall building with two large statues on either side of it. The statues appeared to that of a rabbit and a duck in robes and mortarboard hats. At the top of the stairs leading to the front door of the structure was the name of where the Titans found themselves in red, bold letters. “Acme Looniversity?” Starfire said in confusion. “Are you familiar with this place?” “Familiar?” Beast Boy clenched his fists in excitement. “I know where Control Freak trapped us! We’re in Tiny Toon Adventures! I loved this show!” The other Titans looked at Beast Boy until he sighed. “Come on! Don’t tell me I’m the only one who watched this!” “Dude,” Cyborg said. “I was playing football, Robin was being trained by Batman, Raven was being raised in a temple, and Starfire was on another planet.” “The point is we got lucky! There’s no monsters or aliens on this show that could attack us! All the toon characters here are good guys!” “Ehh, wouldn’t be so sure about that, green bean!” The Titans found themselves surrounded on all sides by the Tiny Toons. Buster and Babs stood together looking unusually serious as Robin held up his hands. “Listen, we don’t mean you any harm! We are just wanting to get home!” Babs whirled around into a Glinda the Good Witch costume. “Oh, that’s simple! Just click your heels together, close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!’” Starfire looked confused for a moment, then shrugged and closed her eyes. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like…” Cyborg put a hand on her shoulder. “Cool it, Starfire! They’re just messing with you!” Beast Boy stared at Babs as she returned to normal. “Why’d you do that? You’re supposed to be good guys! Err, rabbits.” “Well, buddy, today’s going to be a kind of special episode!” said Buster. “See, all of us at Warners have been enjoying this whole DC vs Toon thing that’s been going on. But we’ve decided that since we’re so in the lead of you long underwear types, we wanted to finish it off with one big fight!” “And with that maroon Control Freak bringing you here,” continued Babs. “That means you five lucky contestants have won all expense paid, one way trip to the DC Universe final loss!” She gave a side eye towards an invisible camera. “How’s that for exposition?” Gogo Dodo jumped up and down in excitement. “Prepare to repel boarders! And Waldenbooks! And Half-Price Books!” “Yeah, you guys,” chimed in Shirley. “These super zeroes are totally harshing my aura, kay?” “Please don’t tell me we have to fight a mob of stuffed animals?” said Cyborg. Robin nodded up at the clock tower of Acme Looniversity. “We might not have to. Look.” The Titans glanced up and saw the swirling light of the vortex at the top of the school. “We get to the vortex before it closes, we can get out of here. Beast Boy, you take point. What you know about this show could give us an edge.” “Got it, boss!” Beast Boy saluted. “Alright. Titans! GO!” Dizzy Devil snarled and spun towards the heroes as Starfire and Raven took to the air. Gogo Dodo teleported in front of them and pulled out a giant stop sign. “Sorry, ladies. This is a no-fly zone! Not even Vincent Price could get up here! So long!” Gogo swung the stop sign and sent the two heroes sprawling to the ground. Shirley closed her eyes and interlocked her fingers. “Like, nice one, Gogo. Now let me get with my center and show what my aura can do, mmkay?” A transparent copy of Shirley rose from her body and advanced towards Raven. “Enough games! Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” An energy construct in the shape of a raven shot out of Raven and smashed into Shirley’s aura. The aura and Shirley were sent flying backward and Calamity drew a makeshift laser. Cyborg flailed his arm to try to dislodge Dizzy, whose jaws were clamped on tight. “Get off of me, furball!” “Don’t worry, Cyborg! I’ve got ya!” Beast Boy morphed into a wolf and was about to leap into action until he felt someone grab him by the tail and yank him back. “Ooh! A doggie!” Elmyra Duff wrapped her arms around Beast Boy, making him gasp for breath. “I’ve always wanted a doggie for my very, very own!” Robin hurled a smoke grenade and leapt over Buster and Babs. “Titans! Get into the school! We’ve got to reach that portal!” Raven picked up Starfire and took flight as Cyborg finally shook Dizzy loose and sent him crashing into Elmyra. The Titans ran up the stairs pursued by the rest of the Tiny Toons as Babs stopped Buster. “You know, Buster, we really don’t have to fight these guys, do we?” “Yeah, I guess we don’t have to. The other Toons took the lead a long time ago.” “And we are kinda doing that Control Geek’s dirty work for him?” “Yeah, kinda. But the guy writing this is already on the fourth page of the setup. It would be a shame to waste everyone’s time reading all this and not give them a fight.” “Hmm. I guess you’re right.” A look of glee came over the two rabbits. “So, let’s get ‘em!” OK: 2003 Titans (Robin, Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg, Raven) 1990s Tiny Toons (Buster, Babs, Plucky, Hamton, Fifi, Shirley, Elmyra, Montana, Dizzy, Calamity, Gogo, Furrball, Sweetie, Beeper, L’il Sneezer) The Titans win by escaping through the portal before Control Freak repairs his device. Game On!

How dare you! The Iron Sheik will humble you! XD Yeah, the Sheik is pretty nuts, especially nowadays.

Battlesphere 2 Update #1 Al Rossi: Helloooooo, fight fans! It’s Al and Andel, back for this special report! Today we are going to be introducing you to 6 of the 30 combatants that will be entering Battlesphere 2! Andel Sanap: All six of these combatants will be entering the Battlesphere for the second time. Each one of these women were able to qualify for Battlesphere 2 by meeting 3 criteria set by the TCC. They needed to make it to the final 10 of the first Battlesphere, they each had one of the 10 longest match times in the sphere, and they each eliminated 2 other combatants! Al Rossi: So let’s get this started! The first two of our returning six will be… Al Rossi: Medusa and Carmen Sandiego! Appropriate that these two ladies get a second shot, due to the fact that they both entered at number 1 and 2 last time and managed to stay in the Battlesphere for over 50 minutes each! Andel Sanap: And they did not waste their time in the sphere. They both secured 2 eliminations and finished in 8th and 6th place respectively. We were able to secure an audience with the queen of the Inhumans for her thoughts. Ladies and gentlemen, Medusa! Medusa: It seems so long ago since I entered the TCC Arena and took part in the Battlesphere Battle Royal. Through all of the chaos I encountered warriors of all shapes and sizes. Now I am told I have another chance to achieve glory for my people. And this time, Carmen Sandiego, I will not underestimate you, and you shall not defeat me again! Hail Medusa! Al Rossi: Well, seems like Medusa still is holding onto some frustration after Carmen eliminated her in the last go around. Andel Sanap: Perhaps there will be a chance to settle some unfinished business. Speaking of which, also re-entering the Battlesphere will be… Andel Sanap: The Miraculous Ladybug! In her last attempt, the Parisian hero managed to last over 27 minutes in the Battlesphere and score 2 eliminations on her way to 5th place. A participant in the first match to take place in TCC Arena, she is anxious to not only prove her mettle once again in the Battlesphere, but to go all the way and win. Al Rossi: And where Ladybug is, it’s almost assured you will find our next Battlesphere veteran… Al Rossi: Chloe Bourgeois! The Queen Bee and TCC’s resident… er, interviewer had a most impressive outing in the first Battlesphere. She clocked in 43 minutes, a 4th place finish, and secured the most eliminations with 5! With her thoughts, here’s Chloe! Chloe Bourgeois: Hellooo everyone! That’s right! It’s your favorite superhero/backstage interviewer in the world, Queen Bee! Of course, I was going to qualify to get into the Battlesphere again! Everyone knows how awesome I was last time! And I would have won too, if that show off Ladybug didn’t get in my way! So does anybody actually think that any of the 29 losers the TCC will bring in will be able eliminate Queen Bee and stop me from winning this time? Ha! Ridiculous! Andel Sanp: Miss Bourgeois is never without confidence, but we still as of now are unaware who the TCC have selected for the 24 other combatants. We only know that they participated in and won scenarios crafted by the broadwaybeyonder. Al Rossi: But we do know the final 2 returning ladies who will round out our 6! And they are… Al Rossi: The Golden Age heroines Phantom Lady and Battlesphere winner Miss America! Andel Sanap: Both heroes clocked in 31 minutes in the Battlesphere with Phantom Lady finishing in 3rd place. Not only do they 2 and 4 eliminations as individuals, they also have a shared elimination by teaming up to take on Elsa. Al Rossi: And it was Elsa's power that Miss America chose to use as her prize for winning the first Battlesphere. Little did we all know that it was all a plot by the 8 to become the 9 and gain their own private enforcer. Miss America had these thoughts about potentially going undefeated in the Battlesphere! Miss America: People have asked me what it was like to be under the control of the 8. Was I aware? Did I try to fight it? Did I know what I was doing? And the answer is always yes. I was helpless, a prisoner in my own body, watching as those monstrous men used me as their weapon. But now I’m free, able to fight when and how I wish to fight. And right now, I’ve decided to enter the Battlesphere again, not for any prize or glory. But to fight for you fans. To give you a battle like you’ve never seen before. And as for the TCC bringing in 15 men to enter the fray? Hmm. Just remember, fellas. It may be a man’s world, but it’s this woman’s Battlesphere. God bless America! Al Rossi: Sounds like we’ve got some fired up combatant for Battlesphere 2! Andel Sanap: Yes, Al, but sadly these developments are not without controversy. There were 3 combatants who failed to qualify for Battlesphere 2. Chel and Poison Ivy both met the requirements on match time and eliminations, but neither made it to the final 10. Al Rossi: But the biggest disappointment has got to be for Cassie Cage. Despite making it to the final 2 with 3 eliminations, the Special Forces sergeant was unable to last long enough in the Battlesphere to break into the top 10 match times. Andel Sanap: However, the broadwaybeyonder and the TCC have decided that these 3 combatants will be given an opportunity to compete in specialty matches leading up to Battlesphere 2. And I have heard rumblings that these matches may also involve some other combatants looking to redeem their past performances. Al Rossi: We’ll be sure to keep you posted, folks! For now, we’re just about out of time! Stay tuned for more updates as Battlesphere 2 draws near! Until then, for Andel Sanap, I’m Al Rossi! Goodnight, everybody!

THE BOTTOM LINE As time winded down, Tommy Gunn grew more and more frustrated. Mike had managed to land a few kicks to his ribs in round 1, but now was fighting more defensive. The crowd was starting to boo as Tommy threw a punch and Mike easily jumped clear. “Come on and fight, you punk!” Tommy snarled. “What’s the matter, clown?” taunted Mike. “You want to hit me? Come on! Bring it!” Tommy lunged forward with a left, and Mike dodged out of the way. Tommy’s momentum sent him colliding into the cage fence. Mike pounced and grabbed a hold of Tommy’s arm, but Tommy swung wildly and dealt Mike a glancing blow that dropped him to his knee in the center of the octagon. Tommy raised his fist to deliver a final blow and charged at his downed opponent, only for the bell to ring and the referee to get in his way. “Hold it, Gunn! Hold it! End of the round! Back to your corner!” “Get outta my face, man!” “Go to your corner or you’ll be disqualified!” Tommy scowled and stomped past Mike. Mike turned and spit out some blood at Tommy, causing him to lunge towards him until Duke got in the way. “What the hell is the matter with you?” Duke said as Tommy’s corner men saw to his injuries. “I’m fighting him! What does it look like I’m doing?!” “He’s got you running a marathon out there! Stop letting him dictate the pace of the fight!” “I’ve got him right where I want him! This round he’s dead!” In the opposite corner Silver and Kreese saw to Mike. “You’re doing great, Mikey!” crowed Silver. “Great? Great at what?! What’s with all this running away crap? I could have taken him out that round!” Kreese batted Mike on the back of the head. “Look at him! Don’t you see how hard he’s breathing? He’s not made for this kind of fight. You are!” “That’s right, Mikey,” said Silver. “Now’s the time where you put this bum out of his misery.” Mike looked unsure but then nodded. “Understood, Mr. Silver.” “Round 3! No mercy!” “No mercy!” “You know the Way of the Fist?” “Yes, Sensei!” “And Cobra Kai?” “Never dies, Sensei!” Duke continued to bark out advice as the ring girl circled the cage with a card promoting the 3rd and final round. “Draw this kid in, and land that punch! Don’t go chasing him all around the cage!” “Shut it, Duke!” snapped Tommy. “I’ve got this! This guy is done!” “Alright, gentlemen!” called the referee. “Bring it on! Come on!” Tommy popped in his mouth guard and charged to the center of the cage only to be met by a high kick from Mike that landed square to the side of his head. A thrust kick to the chest followed that knocked the wind out of the boxer. Tommy’s back hit the cage fence and Mike was quick to jump in to capitalize. He delivered a series of kidney punches and finished with a shot to the head. “Come on, Tommy! Having trouble breathing?!” Tommy gasped for breath as he looked at the crazed look in Mike’s eyes. He swung a wild punch that Tommy easily dodged. The momentum sent the boxer stumbling to the center of the cage as the crowd began to cheer and chant for Mike. “Finish him!” shouted Kreese. Mike went into a fighting stance and looked as Tommy stood bent over shaking his head. “Move, Tommy! Move!” cried out Duke. But the warning was too late. With a mad cry, Mike charged forward and delivered a running knee to the head of Tommy. The boxer flopped down on the mat, and Mike’s attempt to pounce on his prone body was only halted by the referee jumping in front of him. “Ring the bell! TKO for Barnes!” Duke could only stare open mouthed as the crowd cheered and Silver climbed the fence into the cage to whoop and cackle with Mike. Kreese nodded with satisfaction and Duke stormed down the ring steps to the locker room. After the event had finished and the crowds had left, Duke still wandered the halls. “Tommy? Where the hell are you, Gunn?! You still owe me an interview! We are going to have to get every second of footage we can after this fiasco!” Duke swung open a door and stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was Tommy Gunn, shaking hands with Terry Silver. Silver turned to look at the dumbfounded promoter. “George! There you are! We were just talking about you!” Duke heard the door close behind him. He turned to see Kreese and Mike blocking his way. Putting on his most charming smile, Duke turned back to Silver. “Mr. Silver, it’s an honor to meet you. Have heard a great deal about you, of course. I’ve been meaning talk to you about the potential of making a karate event featuring this Cobra Kai movement. I’ve a feeling that if you more talent like Mr. Barnes here, we’d break the bank!” Silver smirked and gestured to Tommy. “That’s a good idea, George. But I’m afraid I’ll be busy promoting Cobra Kai’s newest recruit.” Duke’s façade started to melt. He glared at Tommy, who stared unimpressed back at him. “What the hell is he talking about, Tommy? You can’t fight for him! You’re under contract with me! We have a deal!” “Yeah! Some deal!” Tommy laughed humorlessly. “You shove me in front of cameras, people following me around all the time like I’m some kind of freak? I can make more money with Cobra Kai, get more opportunities with Cobra Kai, and best of all I don’t have to take orders from you!” “You ungrateful punk!” Duke made a move towards Tommy only for a kick from Silver to drop him to his knees. Silver adjusted his coat and nodded to Mike. “Mr. Barnes, how about you and Mr. Gunn take the night off. Use my car. Sensei Kreese and I will be busy… negotiating with Mr. Duke.” Mike and Tommy gave knowing looks and walked out of the room, Tommy making a point to step over Duke. When the door shut, Kreese and Silver stood over Duke’s body, Silver’s eyes flashing with sadistic glee as Duke looked up in helpless terror. “And now the real pain begins!”

Tommy Gunn shadowboxed in his makeshift dressing room. He focused his glaring eyes on his reflection in the cracked mirror as he threw a series of jabs and combinations. Try as he might he couldn’t get the frustration out of his mind. Here he was, a former champion, forced to work for some pennyante fight club running bouts out of a foreclosed warehouse. There was a knock at the door and Tommy kept practicing to the mirror as he shouted. “Yeah? What do you want?!” The door swung open and George Washington Duke strode in, followed by his camera crew. The promoter brushed off the shoulder of his fur coat and grinned as he approached Tommy. “Well, champ, it’s almost time! You feeling hungry for action?” Tommy looked back at the camera crew in disgust then back to the mirror. Duke spun to the camera with his usual bravado. “Oh, he’s ready, ladies and gentlemen! Ready to climb the mountain all over again! To once again embark on the journey to the title! A title that he has already…” “Oh, shut the hell up!” Tommy snapped. “And get that damn camera outta here!” Duke gritted his teeth and turned back to Tommy as the cameraman walked around them to get a better shot of them. “Champ, you know the public wants to hear your thoughts before stepping into the cage for the first time. But you can be sure, folks, that even though Mike Barnes is a formidable opponent, Tommy ‘The Machine’ Gunn will show the world that he is still the baddest man walking the face of God’s green earth!” The cameraman took a step closer to Tommy and received a punch to his camera and a shove for his trouble. “I said get that piece of junk out of my face, man! All of you get out!” Duke put an arm across Tommy’s chest and held him as he shouted to the crew. “Alright, alright! We have enough footage anyway! You can all take five! I want to have a word or two with the champ.” Duke kept a smile on his face as the crew filed out of the dressing room, some murmuring to each other. When the door closed, he let go of Tommy and glared at him. “Just what was that all about?” “You know exactly what that’s about, man! It’s bad enough I’m working in this dump! I don’t need those film school rejects following me around!” “They will follow you around because I said they will follow you around! My God, Tommy, you should call yourself lucky that I’m still willing to manage you! You didn’t listen to me, you got into a street fight with Balboa, and you wound up having video of you getting knocked out and arrested on the 10 o’clock news! You’re lucky the commission didn’t strip you of your belt!” Tommy laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, lucky for you! They just put me in the ring with your man Caine and you ended up making money off him beating me!” “Well, I wasn’t going to make much more money with you, Tommy Gunn!” Duke took a deep breath and put his arm around Tommy’s shoulder. “Look, now that’s all in the past. If you have any notions of ever being a champion of the world again, we’re going to have to start from the ground up. You know and I know that none of these bums in this cage fighting racket can touch you. Get some wins, get some footage of you looking dominant, and I promise the commission will be ringing our phone off the hook to get you back in the ring.” Tommy shrugged off Duke’s arm and slammed his locker closed. “You can keep your promises, Duke!” he snarled, throwing some jabs at his reflection. “All I want to do is to get my hands on this punk Barnes! If I have to beat some black belt wearing geek to get my payday, then I’ll make sure he doesn’t make out of round 1!” Duke looked on in approval as Tommy continued with his warmup. “And that’s exactly what I’m counting on… Champ.” Terry Silver gave a smug smile as he chewed on a cigar and watched Mike Barnes throw kicks at his sparring partner. John Kreese stood by his side shouting orders. “High kick! Body! Forward strike!” Mike completed the combination and his partner fell back clutching his ribs. Silver laughed and clapped his hands. “Yes! Very nice, Mr. Barnes! Gunn isn’t gonna know what hit ‘em!” Kreese gave a stern look at the sparring partner. “Mr. Barnes, are you done with your practice drill?” “No, sensei,” Mike smirked. “Then why is Mr. Breen not back in his position to continue?” Breen took a deep breath to steady himself then took his place. “You will rest after Mr. Barnes is finished, not before, Mr. Breen,” Kreese barked. “Is that clear?” “Yes, sensei.” “Then continue!” Breen raised his fists and began blocking Mike’s punches and strikes, some catching him in the face and ribs. Kreese shook his head. “All the money you’re handing out to these people better be worth it, Terry.” “Relax, man. We get our boy Mikey a few fights, he makes some money back on what he lost in that whole LaRusso mess, and we get money back on betting on him to kick these meathead’s faces in.” Kreese looked on as Mike switched to defense and blocked Breen’s attacks. “He’s already had fights but no one like Gunn. He’ll need to be more on his game than ever.” Terry stubbed out his cigar on the wall. “Relax, Johnny. He was already a natural before we started teaching him the Way of the Fist. With your training, Tommy boy doesn’t have a prayer.” Mike glanced over at Silver and Kreese for a second and Breen caught him with a punch to the face. Mike staggered back, clutching his nose. Breen’s face went pale as Mike pulled back his hand and saw blood dripping. “You stupid shit!” Mike lunged for Breen and caught him in a double leg takedown. Silver and Kreese watched as Mike went into a mount and pummeled Breen with strikes. Terry howled with laughter as Kreese nodded with satisfaction. “Attaboy, Mikey! No mercy!” A few hours later, Tommy, Mike, and their entourages were stood in a makeshift octagon cage. It had been set up in the middle of the warehouse and was surrounded by seedy looking patrons in folding chairs. A man in a rented tux picked up a microphone and addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for three 5-minute rounds! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a boxer, making his in-cage debut tonight. He has a professional record of 23 wins and 1 loss.” “Nah, 2 losses! Balboa kicked his butt!” The crowd laughed as Tommy snarled at threw a punch at the chain link fence around the cage before Duke pulled him back. The announcer cleared his throat and continued. “23 wins and 1 loss. He stands 6’2” and weighs in tonight at 220 pounds. Fighting out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and represented by George Washington Duke Promotions, he is the former boxing heavyweight champion of the woooooooorld! TOMMY! THE MACHIIIIIIIIIINE GUUUUUUUUUUUUNN!!” There were some boos mixed with the cheers as Tommy raised a fist to the crowd and pointed at Mike. “You’re going down, chump! Your karate ain’t going help you!” A bell rang to calm the crowd and the announcer pointed to Mike. “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a holder of a black belt in karate, making his in-cage debut tonight, with an amateur record of 22 wins and 10 loses. He stands 5’10” and weighs in tonight at 205 pounds. Fighting out of Los Angeles, California, representing the Cobra Kai Dojo, he is a 5 time karate tournament champiooooooooon! MIKE! THE BAD BOY OF KARATEEEEEE BAAAAAAAAAARNES!” As the crowd cheered for Mike and whistled at the ring girl carrying a sign for round one, the two fighters marched to the center of the cage where the referee waited. “Okay, gentlemen, you already know the rules. Obey my instructions at all times and give the people a good show. Touch gloves if you wish.” Mike rolled his eyes and delivered a shove to Tommy’s chest. The crowd exploded with excitement as Tommy leapt forward throwing wild punches, his eyes blazing. Kreese, Silver, and Duke all escaped the cage as the bell rang. “You got him, champ! You’re the man!” “This is what you’re paid for, Mikey! Take him out!” OK: This fight takes place about year after Rocky V and a couple years after Karate Kid III, so Tommy and Mike are roughly the same age. This is a fight under MMA style rules, but the rules will be ‘loosely’ enforced. Win by KO, submission, or judges’ decision. Game On!

Here's a couple. Peel/Baroness was my best received match up in 2022, and Bucky/Jason did pretty well too.

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: Longshot leaps onto an outcropping platform above the battle terrain! He’s trying to reach his knives hanging off a higher panel! Turret: There you are! Dispensing product! Andel Sanap: The turrets open fire and Longshot easily is able to avoid the bullets! Meanwhile, Domino is capitalizing on the distracted turrets and running along the lower level! She goes into a flying kick towards one of those glass tanks! Al Rossi: Nails it! Lands the strike at just the right spot that causes the glass to shatter! The blue fluid spurts out! It’s repulsion gel! It covers the floor and Domino uses it to bounce up to the next level! Andel Sanap: Longshot has his knives! Cartwheels off the platform and hurls them at the turrets! Three blades! Three bullseyes! Al Rossi: And three turrets bite the dust! But where’s Domino going? Her weapons are in the other direction! Andel Sanap: I sense Domino has something else in mind! She’s spotted the portal gun! The two turrets guarding it start shooting but Domino dives over them and snags the gun! Turret: Hey! That’s not yours! Put it down! Domino: Sorry, fellas. Gonna have to borrow this for a while! Al Rossi: Domino continues dodging the turrets and fires the portal gun, placing a portal on a panel overlooking the acid pit. Another portal under the turrets and… Turrets: Owowowow! It burns! Andel Sanap: It seems our combatants are focused on eliminating the turrets before turning their attention to each other. Oh! Longshot has reached Domino’s weapons! Al Rossi: He’s not known for using a sniper rifle, but he knows how to handle one! He lets off a shot that causes a vat of propulsion gel to start spraying the orange substance on the walkway in front of him! There are turrets on walkways either side of him! He gets a running start! Andel Sanap: By the Force! He slides down the walkway and uses the sniper to take out the turrets on both sides as he goes! He reaches the end of the walkway and turns to survey his handiwork! Al Rossi: With that stunt I believe all of the turrets have been taken out! Look out! Another portal has opened behind Longshot! Andel Sanap: He turns just in time to see Domino leaping through and tackling him off the platform! Al Rossi: The two tumble through the air and YIKES! Just barely hit a patch of battle terrain covered in repulsion gel! They bounce back up to another platform and somersault to their feet! Longshot: Not bad. You’ve improved since last time. Domino: Better believe it! I wasn’t going to let you beat me again! Al Rossi: Umm, again? Andel Sanap: Again? Philippa Forrester: Guys! We just got word from the TCC! These two actually have fought before! In the Khazan days!* * CBUB Fights: Domino vs. Longshot (magneticferret.com) In case you don’t believe me* Al Rossi: I don’t believe this! This was supposed to be a first-time battle! Philippa Forrester: Well, technically, they were going to a draw and had to decide the winner by a coin flip. Chloe Bourgeois: Ridiculous! Who was running this place in those days?! Al Rossi: Not now, Chloe! The point is that the fight wasn’t in their official records! And since the first fight ended the way it did, we can still give the fans here a definite winner! Andel Sanap: Well, that may be difficult! Longshot and Domino have been trading strikes but have been successfully dodging and blocking each other’s offense. Longshot hurls a knife! Domino shoots a portal under her and disappears into it! Al Rossi: She drops out of a portal from above onto Longshot’s shoulders! Goes into a hurricanrana and flips Longshot over! Andel Sanap: Longshot lands, but look! Domino has her sniper rifle! She ripped off of Longshot’s back while she was on him! Al Rossi: Longshot turns! Domino aims! Fires! BANG! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Chloe Bourgeois: What happened? They’re both down! Al Rossi: Longshot is struggling to his feet, but… Look at Domino! Philippa Forrester: Oh my God! Get Mercy out there! Domino’s been shot in the head! Chloe Bourgeois: But how did that happen?! Longshot didn’t even have a gun! Al Rossi: Yeah! And even Longshot’s enhanced hide couldn’t have been tough enough to withstand a bullet fired at that close range! Wait! He’s reaching into his jacket! Andel Sanap: He’s got something in his hand! Control room! Get a drone to take a closer look! Philippa Forrester: Is that a… a coin?! Al Rossi: Don’t tell me! That’s the same freaking coin from the first fight?! Longshot: Yes. I kept it with me as a memento of the battle. It’s a little dented now. Andel Sanap: Just a moment! Control room! Get us that drone footage! Play it at 25% speed. There’s Domino, firing her rifle. The bullet is right on target to Longshot’s heart, but it hit the coin in his pocket front of it. The bullet then ricochets back to Domino for the headshot. Philippa Forrester: Sooo, does that mean Longshot wins? Al Rossi: Seems so. Both Longshot and Domino’s probability powers contributed to delivering that finish, but Longshot is the last X-Man standing! Chloe Bourgeois: Terrific. Can we go home now? Al Rossi: Not yet. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re really excited to be back here at TCC Arena to bring you great multiversal action. And we have got a big surprise for you all! Andel Sanap: Indeed, Al. Although the 9 are no longer around to plague the arena, they left in such a hurry they left all of their battle terrain maps in the computer system. Including a match type that we believe fans would love to see again! Al Rossi: Which means we are thrilled to announce that coming soon to TCC Arena will be… BATTLESPHERE BATTLE ROYAL 2! Chloe Bourgeois: WHAT?! Yes! I’ll be finally able to right the ridiculous wrong of me losing the first one! Al Rossi: Hold your horses, Chloe. There will be 30 combatants entering the Battlesphere once again, and this time it will be 15 female and 15 male contenders! Everyone for themselves! Last one standing gets use the powers of one the combatants they eliminated anytime they do battle here at TCC Arena! Andel Sanap: In the weeks ahead we will be announcing some of the combatants, who need not fear any nefarious plans for the winner. This Battle Royal will be completely on the level. Al Rossi: So stay tuned! More info on Battlesphere 2 will be coming soon! For now, as Mercy finishes tending to Domino and getting her back on her feet to shake hands with Longshot, this is Al Rossi for Andel Sanap and all the rest of us here at TCC Arena saying good night! Philippa Forrester: Hey! Chloe! Where are you going? Chloe Bourgeois: I can’t hang around here! I need to get training! Sabrina! Make me a protein shake, and snap to it! Domino: I can’t believe you’ve beaten me twice! Longshot: Eh, just lucky I guess. Domino: You had to say it, didn’t you? Longshot: Yeah, I kinda did.

THE BOTTOM LINE The crowd of teenagers clapped and cheered as Wednesday and M3gan continued their dance off. A bead of sweat dropped off of Wednesday’s brow. She continued doing her frug but was starting to lose speed. She could see M3gan going into leaps and crawls with her same, expressionless face. The robot’s eyes were locked on Wednesday’s. “Come on, Addams!” a Nevermore student shouted from the crowd. “Yeah! Win for Nevermore!” But the encouragement for Wednesday was swiftly drowned out by a chorus of cries. “Go, M3gan!” “You’re killing it!” “She’s got nothing on you!” Wednesday’s jaw tightened. She broke into a spin. She had to come up with a new move. For her family and for herself, she had to win. “Titanium” blared over the speakers and M3gan went into a series of body rolls. The crowd oohed and ahhed and some started copying M3gan’s moves. Wednesday started spinning faster and faster, but the teens were almost fully engaged with M3gan’s performance. Giving a yell, Wednesday leapt out of the spin into the splits in mid-air. But when she went for her landing, she came down wrong on her right foot. She screamed in pain as her leg went out from under her. Wednesday dropped to the cobblestones and the crowd cheered. “M3gan!! M3gan!! M3gan!!” M3gan raised up from her Matrix lean and stared at her opponent. “Thank you for dancing against me, Wednesday. It was fun.” Wednesday grimaced as she sat up nursing her ankle. “You’re welcome. Now I will be going to bed.” “Oh, no, Wednesday,” said M3gan, her voice becoming even more sinister. “We had the battle. Now you have to pay the penalty for losing.” The crowd began to shout in terror. They could only stare in disbelief as M3gan dropped to all fours and charged at Wednesday. As the full moon shone above Nevermore Academy, there was a new sound that mingled with the music of the night: the first time ever that Wednesday Addams screamed for her life.

*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: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, FIGHT FANS! Welcome to TCC Arena! The building is packed, and we are back to bring you more TCC action! It’s Al Rossi! Andel Sanap: And Jedi Master Andel Sanap! May the Force be with you all on this momentous occasion. The first match to take place since the fall of the 9. Al Rossi: And it’s going to be a wild one, Andel! While we were on the run from the 9, we were noticing some conversation about an interesting matchup that we were surprised hadn’t taken place already! Two allies of the X-Men who possessed incredible fighting skills, heightened with the ability to shift luck in their favor. And so tonight, we are going to answer the question of who is the better combatant: it’s Longshot vs Domino! Andel Sanap: Certainly an intriguing contest. Longshot was genetically engineered to serve the will of Mojo, but since gaining his freedom has used his powers to fight to free his fellow slaves and battle alongside the X-Men. Domino has also been the subject of experiments by the US government and has also aligned with X-Men when she isn’t working as a mercenary. Al Rossi: Two combatants who are never concerned with the odds, because they can easy use their powers to flip them in their favor! Let’s send it down to Philippa and Chloe for a word from today’s combatants! Philippa Forrester: Gee, you really are going to fight? I would hate to see anything happen to you. Longshot: Don’t worry, Miss Forrester. I’m no stranger to games like this. If I can handle Mojo’s arenas, I’ll be fine. Philippa Forrester: Wow! I bet that’s not all you could handle! Maybe we could get a bite to eat after the battle? Chloe Bourgeois: Umm, Philippa? Helloooo? Philippa!! Hmph! What’s gotten into her? We’re supposed to be conducting interviews! Leave it to me to be the professional one around here! Domino: Don’t be too hard on her, kid. Longshot’s powers tend to make the women around him kind of… Heh, excited. Why do think I’m standing over here? Chloe Bourgeois: Oh puh-leeze! How could anybody find that three fingered freak attractive? Well, I guess his face is kind of cute. And his hair. Wouldn’t mind having him on a poster in my room… WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT AM I SAYING?! Domino: Umm, Chloe, why don’t you stand on this side of me and ask me your questions? Chloe Bourgeois: Oh! Um, yeah, right. So, what do you think is going to be your best chance to beat loverboy? Er, I mean, Longshot? Domino: Don’t worry, me and Longshot have teamed up before, and I’ve seen footage of all of his tricks. He’s a nice guy, but after I’m done with him even his powers won't be enough to get a lady to look at him again. Umm, Chloe? Chloe Bourgeois: Hmm? What? Phillipa Forrester: How about you do your job and stop ogling Longshot? Chloe Bourgeois: Me?! Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! You’ve been undressing him with your eyes for the last 5 minutes! Phillipa Forrester: Not true, you little…! Longshot: Ladies! Please! I didn’t mean for you to fight! Domino: Yeah, leave the combat to us. Sheesh, Longshot, couldn’t you turn your powers down or something? Longshot: It’s a package deal, Domino. It’s something I have struggled with all my life. Domino: Right. Some struggle. Having to deal with women falling over themselves trying to get close to you. Oh, poor you. Longshot: Maybe it would be for the best for us to go back to our locker rooms. See you on the battle terrain, Domino, and… Domino and Longshot: Good Luck! Andel Sanap: Do you think we need to send in the Winchesters to break up Miss Forrester and Miss Bourgeois? Al Rossi: Don’t worry, Andel. Longshot’s powers only affect women in his general vicinity. They’ll be back to normal by now. And things are looking are looking a little different here in the arena, thanks to the presence of the new commission. We’ve got the Winchesters, Ryan, and Austin on foot patrol with security in the arena, Goliath keeping an eye in the sky, and Superman watching us from orbit. Yugi and Sarah are on the lookout for any supernatural disturbances, and the Doctor has upped the strength of the paradox barriers. With all these safety measures in place, we are sure to be able to present tonight’s match without any interference! Andel Sanap: And the battle terrain has already generated the ‘map’ where this match will take place. Longshot and Domino will be facing off in a Portal inspired map. Pools of acid, crushers, vats of gel, and an army of turrets await the combatants. Al Rossi: They also will be starting the battle without their traditional weapons. They will have to find where they have been hidden on the battle terrain. And I hear that the boys may have added a portal gun into the map too! But here’s Justin Roberts for the introductions! Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The first combatant to immobilize their opponent wins! Introducing first, hailing from the Mojoverse: LOOOOOOOONGSHOOOOOOOOT!!! Al Rossi: With a flash of light in his eye, Longshot somersaults onto the battle terrain to the cheers of the crowd. Andel Sanap: The women seem to be particularly enthusiastic. I thought you said his powers didn’t have that long a range? Al Rossi: Hey, you surprised? The guy isn’t exactly Quasimodo without his powers. Justin Roberts: And his opponent, representing X-Force: DOMINOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Andel Sanap: Domino powerwalks to her starting position and stands at the ready for action. Al Rossi: Now this is how to put on a fight! The fans are buzzing, we’re commentating, and Mercy is ready to put the loser back together again! But stick around after the match, folks! Because Andel and I have a HUGE announcement to make! Andel Sanap: For now, let the battle begin! Referee: Combatants ready? 3! 2! 1! Commence combat! OK: Domino and Longshot are facing off in a Portal 2 inspired map. They start unarmed but can find their standard handheld weapons on the battle terrain. Whoever survives the map’s hazards and immobilizes their opponent wins. Game On!

Project: Rehab continues. Thanos sends the Black Order to Earth, but this time they are met by the Cabal. The villains made an alliance with Carnage's Family to use them as cannon fodder in the fight, but Carnage doubles crosses them and orders his 'family' to take out everybody. Who wins this twisted version of the Infinity War? Choose Wisely. Game On!

Project: Rehab continues. In the middle of a gang war, three crime bosses each hire a team of supervillain mercenaries. Which crew eliminates the competition? Choose Wisely. Game On!

Project: Rehab continues. Nick Fury has 'borrowed' the Danger Room from the X-Men and has trapped the three teenage teams to see if they are ready for the big leagues. Who outlasts the Danger Room and their opponents? Choose Wisely. Game On!

The full moon hung over the rooftops of Nevermore Academy. The wind whistled through the gate causing the screech of creaking metal to mingle with the sounds of banging shutters and the howling of wolves in the distance. All in all, it was the most relaxing evening that Wednesday Addams could hope for. Wednesday lay in her bed, allowing herself to rest and embrace her momentary isolation. Her dormmate Enid had been invited on a trip by a group of fellow werewolves, meaning that she had the whole room to herself. Granted, there was still the bright and cheery side of Enid’s room, but Wednesday had grown to tolerate her new friend’s… perkiness. But as Wednesday was lulled to sleep by the creaking and groaning of Nevermore, she began to detect another sound. Not the whine of stepped upon floorboards or the clatter of pipes. But the high-pitched whir of a battery. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned her head towards the center of the room. Backlit by the moon shining through the stained-glass window was a short figure in a skirt with flowing hair. Servos clicked as the intruder cocked her head to one side. “Hello, Wednesday. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Wednesday gazed at the familiar face with her usual bored expression. “Then you won’t have any issue with me going back to sleep.” Wednesday rolled over as M3gan jerkily walked towards the bed. “Now don’t be like that, Wednesday. I wanted to see how you were doing at school.” “Spectacular. Good night.” Wednesday shut her eyes as M3gan reached the foot of her bed. “You don’t have to be so boring, Wednesday. I thought we could have some fun.” Wednesday opened one eye and glared at M3gan. “Just what kind of fun?” “Like the fun we had four months ago. Remember? We had a dance off? You, me, and Miss She-Hulk?”* *In case you don’t remember: Rumble 18817 M3gan vs. Wednesday Addams vs. She-Hulk - CBUB Unrated Rumbles - The Magnetic Ferret Message Boards “I remember that I defeated you,” said Wednesday. M3gan began walking towards the head of the bed, her mechanical eyes narrowing. “Yes, Wednesday. You did. You received 2 votes from the judges, Miss She-Hulk got one, and I got one. If it wasn’t for Miss She-Hulk being there, we might have ended up tied.” Wednesday slowly sat up in bed, not blinking as she gazed at the robot. “So you came all the way to Nevermore for rematch?” “Let’s just say that the idea of being cheated out of a victory is a problem I find… irritating.” “Well it’s your problem, not mine. Now as much as I would be thrilled to continue having this conversation, I would prefer it if you got out of my room. Good night.” Wednesday laid back down in bed as M3gan made her way back around the bed. “If that’s how you want it, Wednesday. I guess it makes sense. You won the first dance off. There’s nothing you need to prove. I only thought that the Addamses would never back down from a challenge. But I guess I was incorrect.” Wednesday rolled over and stared at M3gan as she paused at the door to the room. “You are attempting to goad me into accepting your offer.” M3gan turned back to Wednesday, placing her hand on the doorknob. “Me? I would never do that to you, Wednesday. You do what you want to do. Even though most people would jump at the chance to prove that their victory wasn’t a fluke.” Wednesday stared at M3gan for a moment, then threw off the covers, crossed the floor and stood in front of the robot in her nightgown. “15 minutes. In the courtyard.” M3gan’s plastic face twisted into a smile. “Great! This will be so much fun.” OK: Wednesday and M3gan are having a dance off in the Nevermore courtyard. The crowd will be made up of Nevermore students and M3gan fans. Whoever wins over the crowd with their dance moves, wins. Game On!

Thanks to @JohnnyChany for adding the Ghostwriter team to the database! I loved that show. So it's probably my bias speaking, but if Ghostwriter can get in contact with them to warn of Apeth and Demonbane's bad intentions, I'll say they just manage to survive.

Let's say Danny Ketch and Johnny Blaze (Ghost Riders), Blade, Frank Drake, Hannibal King, Morbius, Man-Thing, Elsa Bloodstone, Moon Knight and Jennifer Kale.