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A couple of videos to see them in action. From a technical standpoint, BlazBlue is a much faster paced game than Red Earth, but the Red Earth boss fights have much bigger life bars than most fighting game characters. Hakumen Video Blade Video

I've heard good things about Reacher but haven't checked it out, and it's been a long time since I've seen Bulletproof Monk. Upon looking them both up, I'm going to go with Frances and her military background. She must be a top recruit for Reacher for a reason. Also, at the end of your set-up I had the "dived vs. dove" debate in my head for several minutes lol.

Voting for April so the poor girl can find some clothes.

No magic or special moves you say, hmmm... Sonic and his friends strike me as the type to roughhouse for fun. I'll go with Big the Cat.

The world twisted, reality folded in on itself as a rift opened between dimensions. Through it stepped a tall, imposing figure clad in brilliant white and black armor, his face forever hidden beneath the helm of the unit of destruction, Susano. His silver mane fluttered behind him. This was Hakumen, one of the legendary Six Heroes, now a wanderer cast adrift in timelines that threatened to collapse on themselves. He stepped out into a different world. Strange clouds glowed violet in the sky, and mountains jutted outward from a wounded land. He looked down the hilltop toward a broad forest split by a winding river. Strange banners flapped n the breeze, each bearing sigils he did not recognize. A beep crackled in his ear. It was the voice of the brilliant scientist, Kokonoe. She was the mixed race daughter of two of the other Six Heroes, the powerful sorceress, Nine, and the warrior beastman, Jubei. She was also Hakumen’s tether to reality, which put him quite reluctantly in her employ. Kokonoe: Hakumen. Status report. Hakumen: I tread unknown soil in a world bereft of reason. This is a fool’s errand. Kokonoe: Oh come on, don’t start that again. We’ve been over this. Scion’s magic could help stabilize the timeline. Do you want to end this cycle or not? Hakumen: You would have me dance on strings like a puppet. I am no hound to chase your targets. Kokonoe: Spare me the dramatics, tin man. You want Ragna dead? You want this timeline to stick? Then we need the abilities of the sorcerer, Scion. Magic might disgust me, but even I can admit it has its uses. Hakumen turned his gaze to the horizon. Hakumen: Your disdain for magic is your own failing. I care not for your grievances with the arcane. Kokonoe: It’s not about me. It’s about not letting my mother be the only one playing with the pieces to control our world. If you think she’s got your best interests in mind, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. Hakumen: Then you should be the one here to strike your own bargain. Kokonoe: Scion’s wards chew up most tech like cotton candy. You’re the only one skilled enough to reach him. Hakumen grunted. Hakumen: I fail to see why your pet brute couldn’t be sent in my stead. Kokonoe: Tager? Because you’re better, alright? Look, the longer you whine, the longer you’re stuck there. So how about you stop moaning and focus on the job? Hakumen grunted again. Kokonoe: Also, let me know if you cross paths with the dinosaur/dragon hybrid, I would very much like to get a closer look at him. Hakumen: What? The connection fizzled out before he received an answer. Hakumen’s inquiries brought him through scorched plains and through lands overrun with mythic beasts. Eventually, he came to the mist-shrouded land of Zipang, where cherry blossoms danced on the wind and shrines stood in endless solitude. Villagers with wide straw hats whispered of a demon, a monstrous oni named Kongou who had turned their harvest fields into graveyards. They told Hakumen that Scion’s castle floated above the clouds, in the sky-bound fortress known as Darminor, but no one could reach it while Kongou’s wrath loomed unchecked. Kongou acted as an ominous obstacle to anyone who wanted to ascend to Darminor. Hakumen marched toward the village’s edge. There, through the evaporating mist, Kongou awaited the challenge of the stranger that had interloped into his domain. The oni was a mountain of red colored flesh and muscle, hunched forward with limbs like tree trunks and spiral horns atop his head. Twin tusks jutted from his mouth, and his bare chest was scarred from numerous battles. His mere presence was unsettling, and the villagers fled in terror. Hakumen prepared to draw his blade to engage the monster in battle when he was surprisingly interrupted. Kenji, the ninja hero of Zipang, landed between them in a blue blur of steel and speed. Kenji: This is not your fight, stranger! The demon belongs to me! Hakumen remained still and watched as the ninja lunged. Kenji’s blade flashed in the sunlight as he struck. The clash between man and monster was swift and brutal. Kenji weaved through Kongou’s monstrous blows with great agility and carved at Kongou's flesh with his blade. Hakumen watched. His posture eased slightly with the realization of his unexpected luck. Although a bit disappointed, he was grateful. Hakumen: For once… fate provides. As Kongou and Kenji battled deeper into the forest, Hakumen turned away, his path to Darminor now clear. The floating palace of Darminor loomed above the clouds like a gothic colossus. Hakumen stood at the threshold of a massive silver gate encrusted with glowing runes. Fog tugged at his feet, and the sky churned overhead. Hakumen was not impressed by the aesthetic, but he was relieved that his search would soon be over. Then, the air shimmered. A large emerald crystal floated in front of Hakumen. It pulsated once…twice…and then shattered. From its shards emerged a towering, armored sentinel, standing nearly twice Hakumen’s height. He was a humongous body of armor adorned with a red cape and emerald energy lines. Massive pauldrons crowned his shoulders, and a gigantic spiraling sword rested in his hand. His helm glowed with green eyes, devoid of warmth or pity. He was Blade, Scion’s guardian. Blade: You are not of this world. Identify yourself. Hakumen: I am the blade that severs evil. I seek audience with the one called Scion. Blade: Scion’s presence is not for strangers to seek. I am his shield. None shall pass without trial. Although his proclamation was intended to dissuade Hakumen, it instead brought the hero some sorely missing excitement. Hakumen: Finally… something worthy of my time. Blade: Your confidence is poorly placed. I will grind you into the earth. Hakumen’s hand went to the hilt of his sword. Hakumen: Many have tried. All have failed. Blade: Then you will be another crushed name beneath my feet. Hakumen: Enough prattle. Prepare yourself and face judgment.

Even though he is teamed with a child I believe Tammy Gavin is the scrappiest fighter in this group. Also, can't count out Wiseau swerving on his teammate to try and join the other team.

Even without the morphing, Tommy Oliver is the best fighter in the bunch over Tommy Gunn so his team prevails.

I was originally thinking Alex, but of all the Knockout guys, Flamenco has some of the best evasiveness so I think he can outduel the dinosaur.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF THE FINALS MAUREEN EPPS VS. CRYSTAL MAE CREASY RESULTS ANTONIO BAY - NIGHT Fog rolled thick through the coastal town; it consumed the streets in an eerie silence broken only by the ghostly clang of ship bells. Ghost pirates, the vengeful spirits of those lost at sea, had returned. Crystal Mae Creasy crouched behind a decaying car. She clutched a flashlight and a flare gun in her hands. She remained skeptical of the supernatural, but she wanted to help the town from whatever these intruders were. CRYSTAL MAE CREASY: Okay... these freaks are just cosplaying pirates. Ain’t nothing I can’t handle. She watched them approach. One of the ghostly figures materialized, dragging a hook through the mist. Crystal fired the flare gun into the air, alerting the others to the specters' location. She sprung from cover and charged with a crowbar. CRYSTAL MAE CREASY: You want some?! Her blow passed harmlessly through the ghost. It grabbed her by the throat. As she was lifted into the air, her eyes widened. She struggled and choked. CRYSTAL MAE CREASY: Not... fair... The fog claimed her with a sickening crunch. Maureen Epps remained in the old lighthouse with the descendant of Antonio Bay’s founders she had been instructed to protect. MAUREEN EPPS: These aren’t men. They’re spirits. They want justice. We don’t fight them. We survive them. Maureen lit candles and formed a protective circle with salt and iron shavings. LOCAL WOMAN: Will this work? MAUREEN EPPS: Can’t be sure, but it’s worth a try. I did some research after a bad encounter on a ghost ship. This is what I found. The fog pressed against the windows. The ghostly crew arrived, they clawed at the walls but could not breach the circle. Maureen stood firm, holding a protective charm. She kicked over a chest full of treasure that took the attention of the vengeful spirits who were pleased to have some of their stolen booty returned to them. Maureen motioned to the woman to keep moving and they made their way through the lighthouse. The local woman pointed to a nearby window. LOCAL WOMAN: It will be dawn soon we have survived. Maureen was relieved but only one response came to her lips. MAUREEN EPPS: I just want to find a place without ghosts... HOST CHECK-IN Elvira clapped enthusiastically as she sat up on her couch. ELVIRA: Woooo! Maureen Epps, you can ghostbust with me anytime. Her co-host, Randy Meeks, nodded. RANDY: That was a close one. Crystal gave it her all, but you need more than guts and military training to fight the paranormal. Maureen’s supernatural experience? That made the difference. She refused to allow herself to be caught off guard in dealing with a ghost again, and it showed. ELVIRA: Speaking of being caught off guard, I must admit I’m a little caught off guard myself. We’re finally here. The Finals of the Final Girl Face-Off Tournament is about to begin. RANDY: This is it, folks. The blood, sweat, tears, and various monster carcasses have all led to this. The Final two Final Girls of the tournament, Nancy Wheeler versus Erin Harson. Not the twosome I would have initially picked to make it all the way, but these two have more than proven their bonafides. ELVIRA: Oh, honey. These two butt kicking babes are so badass. RANDY: Erin Harson. The only Final Girl who doubled as her own version of a slasher. Started with animal-masked home invaders and only went up from there. Since participating in this spectacular tournament Erin has been responsible for some gnarly deaths. Leatherface? Gone. Dracula’s brides? Staked. A xenomorph? Crisped. ELVIRA: Her kills were so creative they should be displayed at the MoMA. Brutal beauty, baby. RANDY: And then we have Nancy Wheeler. From Hawkins to hell and back. She’s fought Demogorgons, spiders made of human meat, and even the telekinetic and telepathic Vecna. In this tournament alone she’s put down a werewolf, taken down Pennywise, and persevered with a group of survivors in a mall overrun by zombies. ELVIRA: She had taken on monsters of the mind, the body and the soul. No wonder she’s made it this far. RANDY: She’ll need all of that and more. Because this final challenge? It’s the ultimate test. ELVIRA: Spill it, Meeks! I’m bursting with anticipation! I'm practically spilling out of my gown. RANDY: Nancy and Erin are heading to Outpost 31... in Antarctica. That’s right. Their final foe? The Thing. ELVIRA: Cold-blooded! And I mean that literally. Shape-shifting, bodysnatching, paranoia-inducing, intergalactic nightmare fuel. RANDY: A stroke of genius by the Powers That Be. This won’t be like any of their previous battles. There are no easy tells. No jump scares. The Thing hides, waits, infiltrates. And if they want to win? Elvira’s eyes widened. ELVIRA: They might have to kill each other. And darling, I’m here for it. RANDY: Up to this point, even though the Final Girls were competing against one another they were never pitted up squarely against one another. ELVIRA: That can all change in this final match. RANDY: I’m betting that it does. It will take intelligence, guile, bravery, and more to survive Outpost 31. ELVIRA: I know you are also dying with anticipation, boils and ghouls, so let’s take you to the action. SHACK OUTSIDE OUTPOST 31 - ANTARCTICA The wind howled. Ice crunched beneath the boots of ERIN HARSON and NANCY WHEELER as they stepped inside a weathered shack, breathing into their scarves. Nancy shivered. NANCY WHEELER: I thought that mall with the zombies was going to be the ultimate hell. But I never expected... this. Are we being sent here to freeze to death? ERIN HARSON: The last round I was sent to space... and it felt warmer than this. They removed their parkas to reveal layers of flannel and thermals. ERIN HARSON: Where do you think our guide is for this challenge? NANCY WHEELER: Not sure. But I was given a tape. Nancy revealed a VHS tape with a sticky note attached it to it reading “PLAY ME” ERIN HARSON: VHS?! What’s next, dial-up internet? Is there even a VCR here? The two Final Girls searched through the shack and found a TV and VCR combo player sat upon a table with two chairs. They exchanged a glance. Nancy pushed the tape into the VCR, and they sat in front of the screen. After some brief static, Randy Meeks appeared with a nervous grin. RANDY (ON TAPE): Hello, Final Girls. You’ve made it. This is the Finals. Both women straightened up. The news hadn’t been revealed to them until this moment. Inside each of them was a mix of pride for having made it this far mixed with a twinge of bittersweetness for the other heroic Final Girls who had fallen during the tournament. RANDY (ON TAPE): First, congratulations. You’ve done what no one else could. But now you face... something different. NANCY WHEELER: Of course we do. RANDY (ON TAPE): The Thing is not a killer in the traditional sense. It’s a shape-shifting parasite from out of this world. Its goal is to assimilate other lifeforms; it wants to consume and overtake its environment It copies and mimics... perfectly. It could be anyone in the station, even your fellow finalist. Anyone but you. ERIN HARSON: So, we can’t trust anyone. RANDY (ON TAPE): You’ll be joining a team of scientists who are already under suspicion. Your goal: find the Thing. Kill it. And if necessary... survive each other. Good luck. The screen went black. NANCY WHEELER: The fact that the final challenge is something like this is sick and twisted. ERIN HARSON: This whole tournament has been sick and twisted. But if it means finally ridding the world of this evil, I will do what I have to. I didn’t come this far to freeze or fail. Erin and Nancy locked eyes. NANCY WHEELER: I feel the same way. For my family and friends, I will not hesitate. Let’s finish this.

@RiotGear, I added Chocolina to the database. She is a merchant from the Final Fantasy 13 series, and I don't think she has been selected yet. I'm also not overly familiar with anime, at least not the ones with super powered protags, outside of DBZ, so I just googled. Also if anyone is in search of lawyers, I had also added Rudy Baylor from the Rainmaker, and James Stamphill from Murder in the First. Two good court room dramas. Also added Eddie Guerrero for a potential wrestler spot, great on the mic, great in the ring, should be able to excel in whatever challenges IKA has lined up.

Does he have superior speed and reaction time? A Shimmered-up Jinx was depicted as extremely fast throughout the show and was shown to be quick on her feet to avoid attacks.

Going to try to get the ball rolling a little earlier this month see if it will entice more participation. MY ENTRY

CLASH OF CROWS The Hexgate burst with a scream of blue light that ripped open reality in a jagged tear and transported Jinx, complete with guns, pigtails, and manic grin through space and time. She crashed hard onto the stone courtyard in a strange, towering city. A wild laugh escaped from her lips even as smoke steamed from her boots. Her electric-blue braids fanned across her shoulders, and her eyes shimmered with an unhinged sparkle. This new place smelled of ozone and metal, a sterile cityscape layered over something ancient and humming. Amongst the mechanical architecture, Jinx took note of a sign. Welcome to Kagutsuchi. Jinx stood and dusted herself off. Her lanky form twitched with leftover static from the jump. She stared wide-eyed at the sky as a massive floating structure drifted overhead like a whale made of stone and steel. "Well," she muttered, "that was a ride." Despite the unforeseen destination of her journey, Jinx was more than ready to make a new life for herself. She wanted to leave behind the trauma of her past once and for all, and she soon discovered there was much more to Kagutsuchi than the Piltoveresque port area she had crashed into. There was the uniqueness of Orient Town, and an area called Lost Town that was inhabited by a chaotic race of cat people that greatly amused Jinx. She mostly frequented the alleys of Bascule, a dingy sector that reminded Jinx of Zaun. Every night she wandered its layered streets, sometimes skipping, sometimes crawling across rooftops. She watched the soldiers of the Novus Orbis Librarium in their stiff uniforms patrol the area like they were Piltover Enforcers. The reminder made her stomach twist. The struggle between the haves and have nots was too familiar. This was supposed to be a new world. Jinx eventually found a rusted-out lab shell near the edge of the mountain that held the cauldron. It was a place people whispered about but rarely approached. It pulsed with something familiar... like shimmer, but older. She liked it. Dangerous things felt like home. She painted the walls with swirling monkeys, explosions, and distorted memories. One mural showed her and Vi under a Zaunite moon, another depicted a monstrous Vander, fangs bared, half-beast. There was an illustration of Silco. In the far corner was Isha, her smile forever preserved in blue paint. She thought back to the N.O.L. soldiers she had seen. "I’m done with wars," Jinx told her reflection. The announcement came through a floating projection: A lavish celebration at the N.O.L. branch headquarters in Kagutsuchi to honor peace and progress. A man in a fedora and snake-green hair delivered it with a grin. It was Hazama, a captain in the N.O.L. He practically oozed charisma through the screen, his movements syrupy-smooth, his words wrapped in false cheer. "Come one, come all! Let’s party like the world's not one bad decision away from collapse!" Jinx squinted at the image as she twirled a wrench between her fingers. Something fun and lively, how could she resist. Disappointment hit Jinx hard as she watched preparations for the event from a perched location. Streamers, polished chrome banners, and blue-suited soldiers mumbling through parade rehearsals. The whole thing screamed Piltover party: uptight, shiny, fake. Jinx’s need and desire to liven up the festivities was too strong. She decided not to do a deadly attack on the N,O.L’s self-congratulatory circle jerk, just a lighthearted prank. One that would get all of Kagutsuchi talking but not make her public enemy number one. Or so she thought. The night of the celebration, paint bombs erupted like fireworks, and splattered bright fuchsia and neon green across the marble steps and crystal banners. Giant mechanical monkeys, built from scrap, danced in mock salute. They tossed glitter bombs and laughed in looped recordings of Jinx’s own cackle. Hazama stood in the chaos, hands clasped behind his back, and a painted mustache on his cheek. He smiled. His anarchy loving heart was entertained by this unexpected performance, but he needed to keep up appearances. A group of N.O.L. soldiers quickly approached him awaiting his command. Hazama turned slowly. “Someone must be held accountable. Can’t have reckless actions without consequences.” Jinx watched footage of her stunt from her hideout. She hung upside down, sipped a soda, and admired the photo she snapped of the mustache painted on Hazama’s face. She didn’t even hear Bullet, the former Mercenary Squad leader, approach until Bullet’s heavy footsteps echoed through the ruined lab. Bullet was a voluptuous woman with spiky gray hair that still wore her old squad’s uniform. "Nice work," Bullet stated. "That party needed color." Jinx raised an eyebrow. "And you are...?" "Not N.O.L. I’m with Sector Seven. Just someone who hates those fascist bastards as much as you do," Bullet declared. Jinx shrugged and flipped backside up. "Don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just redecorating." Bullet smirked. "They’ll come for you. If I was able to find you, so will they." "Let ‘em try. I’ve been dodging uniforms since I was knee-high to a chem barrel." Bullet tossed a small metal card onto the table. "You’ve got talent. Real genius is evident. Sector Seven could use someone like you." Jinx scoffed. "No more causes. No more sides." "Suit yourself. But if you change your mind, that card links to me." Although she had no desire to join their cause, Jinx did take Bullet’s warning seriously and made preparations to protect herself should the N.O.L. come knocking. Elsewhere, within a secure chamber lined with red velvet curtains and massive data screens, Kagura Mutsuki, a colonel within the N.O.L., leaned back in his chair and sipped wine. His dark hair framed a chiseled face. "This party prank," he said. "It wasn’t Sector Seven, was it?" Hibiki Kohaku, his dutiful subordinate, stood beside him, dressed in the N.O.L.'s dark ceremonial uniform, "It doesn't align with their style. Too playful." Kagura chuckled. "Definitely not Kokonoe’s brand of sabotage. No, this smells of an unaffiliated agent. A wild card." "Then I’ll find the culprit," Hibiki said as he bowed slightly. "So, you can focus on more pressing matters." Kagura grinned. "That's my guy." It took him a while, but eventually Hibiki found the perpetrator’s trail. Splotches of neon paint and fragments of tech that shouldn’t work in this world. It led him down into the guts of the city, close to the cauldron’s edge. Inside Jinx’s lair, a murder of black crows flew in, came together, and then took the form of Hibiki. The soldier and highly skilled assassin stepped around carefully, surrounded by madness and memory. Crayon murals depicted scenes too personal for him to understand, but clear enough to grab his attention. Then Hibiki heard her voice. "Y’know... I’ve been around crows all my life. First time they turned into a man. Kinda makes me wonder." Hibiki turned but saw no one. He took a cautious step. Click. A mine detonated in a burst of blue flame. Hibiki blurred away in a flash of crow feathers and reached the other side of the room unharmed. Jinx emerged with her Hextech pistol in hand, and her minigun, Pow-Pow, strapped over her shoulder. "Oooo, you’re fast. This might actually be fun." Hibiki remained stoic and professional as ever. "Turn yourself in. We can settle this peacefully." Jinx laughed. "Is that right? Well, you’re in my house now. And I never play nice." Hibiki slipped into a fighting stance, his cloak fluttered behind him. "Then I will bring you in... one way or another."

That's not what the rule says. She is a fantasy-based character, yes, but she is not in the FANTASY database which the rule specifies.

Yes she did, but she probably shouldn't have according to the rules.

It is awesome that you are adding possibilities for potential spots. I want to do that as well. One small note, Inan wouldn't be eligible for the wizard category because she isn't in the Fantasy section.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Bonus Match # 7 SIDNEY PRESCOTT VS. ERIN HARSON RESULTS The USCSS Nostromo was dimly lit and reeked of old oil and cosmic decay. Alone and stalked by a xenomorph, Sidney Prescott moved cautiously through the vessel with a pulse rifle slung over her shoulder. Every creak, every hiss of the ventilation system sent a jolt down her spine. Sidney was no stranger to being hunted, but this was unlike anything she had ever faced. Meanwhile, Erin Harson had taken a more methodical approach. She raided the Nostromo’s engineering bay for parts. With swift ingenuity born of desperation, she began crafting traps, flamethrowers rigged from old tanks, tripwires using frayed cables, and explosive decoys fashioned from pressurized coolant canisters. It wasn’t elegant, but it was deadly. Sidney continued her trek. She had been hunted before, but nothing like this. First came the hiss. A dark shape dropped from the shadows above, its claws slashed at her. Sidney grabbed a nearby hanging chain and swung it at the xenomorph. The alien retaliated with a tail swipe that cut across her back. Sidney screamed; she fired wildly. The xenomorph swiped and slashed at her, it knocked the rifle from her hands. Sidney barely dodged its inner jaw with each roll and kick. Finally, she plunged a utility knife into its neck and scrambled away. Acid blood ate through the floor as it leaked out of the monstrous alien. Sidney was bleeding, she limped into an adjacent corridor with her shoulder shredded. SIDNEY: God…damn it… Erin heard the screeches and gunfire echo through the ship. Her grip tightened on her weapon. It was time to strike. With the sound of her boots on metal, she lured the xenomorph into a cargo bay. Erin watched from an air vent above as the alien entered. A canister clinked, and the xenomorph triggered a wire. A pressure valve exploded and knocked it sideways. The xeno shrieked. Erin dropped from above. ERIN: Die! You son of a.. Erin attacked with a jury-rigged spear and stabbed the creature. It shrieked again and thrashed, knocking her aside. But the alien stumbled into another trap, a fuel pipe ruptured and ignited it in flames. ERIN: Burn! Erin picked up a loose pipe and slammed it into the xenomorph’s skull. It writhed in burning oil and finally collapsed dead. A decent distance away, Sidney wiped blood off her face and leaned against the wall, ignorant to the end of the battle. SIDNEY: Okay… okay… find it. Finish this. But as she stumbled forward, a quiet rustling caught her ear. She turned, but it was too late. A facehugger launched itself from the shadows and latched onto her face. Her muffled screams echoed through the halls. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira lounged on her red couch, sipping a crimson cocktail. Randy Meeks, her co-host, stood with his face pale and his hands shaking. RANDY: Someone needs to check on Sidney—NOW! The match is over, that thing should not still be on her! Elvira was only half interested in Randy’s concern. ELVIRA: Aww… I know she was your favorite, Randy. This must be a real tearjerker. RANDY: This isn’t about that! Okay, it is a little about that, but she’s survived so much in her life, demented serial killers, multiple stab wounds, the Maniac Cop, Michael Myers! To get done in by an alien parasite. It’s just cruel! Elvira shrugged. ELVIRA: I’m sure she’ll be fine. Probably. RANDY: THAT WAS NOT CONVINCING! Elvira sighed. ELVIRA: Okay, okay. We need to focus on our winner. Congratulations to Erin Harson! She’s our second finalist and gets a well-deserved break before her final showdown with Nancy Wheeler. RANDY: Yay. Hooray. Great. But seriously, someone check Sidney’s chest cavity. ELVIRA: Randy focus, it’s time to announce our final bonus match before the grand finale! RANDY: Yeah sure. It is quite the doozy. ELVIRA: You got that right. It involves two absolute stone-cold legends; Laurie Strode and Sarah Connor! RANDY: A fantastic face-off. They’re the queens of not dying. These two don’t just survive—they endure. We’re talking decades of trauma, tactical skills, and more dead bodies in their rearview mirror than your average Friday the 13th sequel. ELVIRA: Honestly, the title ‘Final Girl’ almost doesn’t apply to them anymore. Laurie’s been battling Michael Myers for decades. She is almost the slasher version of Batman. RANDY: The same can be said for Sarah Connor. Final Girl doesn’t really fit her, and yet it does at the same time. ELVIRA: Ultimate protective mama bear. RANDY: It is for those reasons these two wily veterans couldn’t be placed into the tournament, but it felt almost sacrilegious to leave them out entirely. ELVIRA: I wholeheartedly agree. RANDY: Over the decades, Laurie has developed a strong protective streak as more of her family falls into Michael’s crosshairs. Now both of these strong willed women will have a chance to flex those ‘protector’ muscles, because in this challenge, they’ll each be in charge of a school bus filled with middle schoolers. Their mission? Keep those kids safe from The Creeper. Elvira grinned. ELVIRA: Ooooh! Is it that time again already? Twenty-seven years goes by so fast. RANDY: Yep. The Creeper's cycle has ended, and he’s hungry again. For those not in the know—The Creeper is a demonic creature that awakens every 23rd spring for 23 days to feast on human body parts… which it uses to regenerate itself. Wings, eyes, lungs, whatever it eats, it becomes stronger. It chooses its victims by scent. It literally sniffs out fear and desire. Once it marks you, you're screwed. ELVIRA: It also drives a really creepy truck. That thing’s scarier than some horror movie slashers. RANDY: Seriously! So, Laurie and Sarah will each take a bus of kids, and they’ll be driving through Creeper Country. Whoever can get their bus and all their kids to safety, will win. ELVIRA: Or more likely at least a large percentage of their kids. Randy reluctantly nodded. Elvira smiled darkly. ELVIRA: Let’s find out what these two seasoned survivors have up their sleeves. RURAL HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON Two long yellow school buses cruised down a dusty highway flanked by tall cornfields and skeletal trees. A storm brewed in the distance. On one bus, Sarah Connor stood at the front, shotgun in hand. Her eyes scanned the road ahead. She addressed the kids. SARAH: Stay calm. Listen to me, and nobody dies today. On the other bus, Laurie Strode checked a revolver and looked into the rearview mirror, meeting the eyes of a frightened girl. LAURIE: I’ve seen monsters before. I’ve beaten them. And I’m not letting any of them get to you. Suddenly, a strange tune started playing from an old, dusty record player in the distance. As the buses passed a rusted roadside chapel, the haunting lyrics drifted through the air. Jeepers Creepers… where’d you get those peepers? Jeepers Creepers… where’d you get those eyes…

Are you doing certain exceptions for number 1? Because that is what I am seeing in the teams. Not complaining, I would just redo my own draft accordingly.

It's always unfortunate when it happens, but it happens.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF BONUS MATCH #6 PAIGE MATTHEWS VS. TATUM RILEY RESULTS ABANDONED WAREHOUSE Paige, Piper, and Phoebe Matthews stood in the center of a smoldering circle of runes. A demon, hulking and red-skinned, let out a final roar as a spell cast by the Charmed Ones caused it to explode. Its body shattered into black ash PIPER: That’s the last one, right? PHOEBE: Unless Hell has a Groupon. Paige wiped sweat from her forehead and exhaled. PAIGE: Good job, ladies. This one took us a while. We should hit P3, celebrate a little. Phoebe and her older sister exchanged smiles, but Paige did not share their enthusiasm. PAIGE: I can't. I haven't checked on Tatum lately. I've been so wrapped up in this demon hunt... she’s still my charge. PHOEBE: We understand. PIPER: Go. We’ll save you a drink. Paige nodded and orbed away in bright white lights. TATUM RILEY'S BEDROOM Tatum paced, arms crossed, occasionally glancing out the window. Her cellphone rang. Caller ID: "Stacey." Tatum, wrapped up in her own mind, did not immediately answer. TATUM: Guardian angel watching my back on one side, death personified hunting me down on the other. Sometimes I don’t get it. Am I supposed to be alive or not? Unable to answer her own vexing question, she instead answered her phone. TATUM: Hey. STACEY: You coming out or what? We’re all meeting up at Lindsey’s. Nothing crazy. Just pizza and movies. TATUM: Paige told me to lay low. Last time I left the house I nearly got impaled by a ladder. STACEY: Tatum, it’s been two weeks. What’s the point of surviving death if you’re not going to live your life? Plus, this Paige girl can just teleport in and save you if something happens again, right? Tatum hesitated. Then she sighed. TATUM: Fine. I’ll come by. But you guys owe me extra cheese. And we don’t leave the house. She hung up and grabbed her keys and purse. As she checked her appearance in the bathroom, a bizarre Rube Goldberg-like chain of accidents began. A hair dryer hummed to life from a faulty outlet and knocked a bottle off a shelf. The bottle spilled onto a slick floor. Tatum slipped backward and crashed into a towel rack. The rod dislodged and hit a nearby scented candle. The flame rolled along the towel, igniting a small fire within the bathroom. Tatum tried to regain her balance but slipped again and struck her head against the counter. She fell unconscious, as smoke filled the room. By the time Paige orbed in the fire had spread outside the restroom. Paige hurriedly orbed the fire extinguisher into her hands and put out the flames. There she found Tatum, pale, motionless. Paige desperately tried to use her whitelighter abilities to heal her, but it was too late. PAIGE: Tatum! No, no no... Paige choked back tears as she cradled her. Several moments later Leo also orbed into the room. LEO: Paige... PAIGE: Leo, I failed. She needed me, and I was too late. LEO: This isn’t your fault. PAIGE: Then whose is it?! What kind of test is this? Why give me a charge I can’t save? Leo had no answers, just a sad knowing silence. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira sat upon her couch and smirked. Randy Meeks slouched beside her, visibly bummed. ELVIRA: Well, that didn’t end well. I would have told you selling your soul to give Tatum another shot wouldn’t work out. RANDY: I honestly thought she had a chance. I figured I was doing a good thing. I was really rooting for her, and I know I’m not the only one. Elvira shrugged nonchalantly. RANDY: And Paige... yikes. I thought the Charmed Ones were unbeatable ELVIRA: Paige couldn’t keep her safe and alive for three weeks. Not exactly glowing angel reviews. RANDY: I’m gonna need a pick-me-up. Luckily... I think our next bonus match might do it. ELVIRA: Bring on the badass babes. RANDY: Our contenders for the sixth bonus match are Maureen Epps, a ship salvager from the crew of the Arctic Warrior, and army veteran, Crystal May Creasey. ELVIRA: Oh, I like this. Epps survived a haunted ocean liner, the Antonia Garza, and the demonic soul salvager, Jack Ferriman. Crystal survived a literal manhunt while taking down the corrupt elite with her bare hands. RANDY: They didn't quite make it into the main tournament of Final Girls, but everyone was in agreement that they deserved a stage to show off their impressive survival skills. ELVIRA: So where are we sending these two no-nonsense ladies to test those skills? RANDY: Antonio Bay. Elvira’s eyes widened. ELVIRA: Ooooh. Fog, ghosts, revenge, and a ship full of pissed-off lepers. Talk about atmosphere. Boils and ghouls, you are in for an experience. RANDY: Tonight is the town's anniversary, and Captain Blake is back for vengeance. Epps and Crystal will need to survive the night and protect one of the descendants of Antonio Bay’s founders from his wrath. ELVIRA: Let the fog roll in. ANTONIO BAY The thick coastal fog crawled across the shore. Weathered Victorian homes lined the cliffs above. A lighthouse blinked through the mist. Maureen Epps stepped out of a black SUV, eyeing the mist with suspicion. MAUREEN: Great. From ghost ships to ghost towns. Crystal stepped out of a separate vehicle, decked out in a utility jacket and combat boots CRYSTAL: Dragged against my will into another backwater revenge plot. Peachy. They both arrived at a small-town hall where a cheerful local woman waved them inside LOCAL WOMAN: Welcome to Antonio Bay. Tonight is a night for celebration as it is the town's founding anniversary. However, There's a... legend. You should know about it. She walked them through an old mural depicting a shipwreck. LOCAL WOMAN: In the 1800s there was a wealthy ship captain named Captain Blake. He and his crew were lepers. They wanted to start a colony where you are standing now. Our ancestors, the founders of Antonio Bay. . they betrayed them. Lured their ship into the rocks. Stole their gold. Blake and his men died at sea. And our ancestors used that gold to build this town. MAUREEN: Lemme guess. Now they are coming back as spirits to kill people for revenge. LOCAL WOMAN: Exactly. And I’m a direct descendant of the original council, so I am top of the list. CRYSTAL: So, our job here is to babysit you while cursed pirates stalk us through thick fog. Got it. The woman nodded nervously. MAUREEN: If we work together, we can get through this. LOCAL WOMAN: A pleasant thought, but the odds of all three of us surviving this night are quite slim. I have resigned myself to the fact that I might not see the sun again but I hope to last through the night with at least one of you. I willfully put my life in your hands. Fog crept through the cracks in the windows. A ship bell tolled in the distance.

PRAGUE Howard Payne stood near a cluttered workbench with gloved hands. He tweaked a device that looked more like a metallic scorpion than a bomb. A satisfied smile danced across his lips. A man in a finely tailored three-piece suit sauntered up behind him. “You do make quite the first impression, Mr. Payne. That explosion in Atlanta, it was masterful. Efficient. Loud. A symphony of panic,” proclaimed the man, Simon Gruber. Howard grinned without looking up from his work. “Art is supposed to make people feel something. Fear, awe, a little ringing in their ears. I like to think I deliver the full experience.” Simon chuckled as he sipped from a small glass of vodka. He stepped further into the flickering light. “I'm planning something… intricate. Timed movements. Distractions. A vault that practically mocks me with its arrogance. I need a man with your… explosive charm,” he detailed. “Explosions are the easy part. Timing, now that's where the music plays. You want a show; I give you fireworks. But I don’t work cheap,” Howard replied. Simon looked over a piece of paper in his hind. “Of course not. And my client wants to put you on retainer. Though seven figures feels… optimistic, don’t you think? My employer is not prepared to make that kind of investment.” Payne finally looked at Simon; his eyes lit up with controlled madness. "If you don’t think I’m worth it, then don’t waste my time." "Mr. Payne, don't be unreasonable, it would truly be a tragedy to see your unique skills go to waste," stated Simon. Howard sighed. "I am planning something in Los Angeles. I’ll light up half the city. No one will know where to look. When you see that on the news, tell your employer that you could have paid for that skill.” LOS ANGELES - 5 YEARS LATER Jack Traven stepped out of a corner café and was almost immediately stopped by a man in a Dodgers cap. “Yo! Officer Traven! Can you sign this?” Jack laughed as he looked at the TIME magazine cover with his visage on the cover. “That was over a year ago,” said Jack with a smile. “It don’t matter, you will always be a hero for saving them people on that damn bus,” the man replied. Jack obliged the man and signed his magazine. He then took a sip of his coffee. Since that eventful day where Jack had dueled the mad bomber, Howard Payne, life had mellowed. Promotions, press conferences, handshakes from mayors, and all the other positive recognition that followed was nice. But the adrenaline he felt in those crazy hours, he would never say it out loud, but he missed it. Suddenly, the earth shuddered. A low, guttural boom echoed from a few blocks away. A plume of smoke floated into the afternoon sky as an explosion rocked the city block. Jack tossed his coffee and bolted toward the noise. He pushed through civilians that were desperately running in the opposite direction. Jack soon arrived at the 3rd Street parking garage, The structure was caving in on itself crushing the cars within. Loud screams were systematically snuffed out. A survivor stumbling away from the wreckage holding her leg caught Jack’s attention. He quickly ran over to help her. A few hours later, the LAPD set up a mobile command center a block from the explosion. Jack filled out a witness report. There were several casualties and a handful of injuries but fortunately the parking lot was not full of people during the explosion. A dispatcher’s voice rang out. “I have someone on the line that is taking responsibility for the explosion.” “We can’t give the time of day to every wackjob who wants to exploit this tragedy for some personal attention,” said Lieutenant McMahon. “Um, he seems to know a lot of details that nobody should know yet,” the dispatcher replied. McMahon approached him. “Give me that.” The dispatcher held the phone away from his grasp. “He said he will only talk to Traven.” Jack and Lieutenant McMahon exchanged a wary glance and then Jack took the phone. “This is Traven.” “Ah, Mr. Traven. What a pleasure. Or should I say, celebrity Traven? The gallant man who saved a city on four wheels,” declared a German accent on the other end of the line. “Who is this?” Jack demanded. “Just a curious admirer. You can call me Simon. Consider that explosion you just witnessed my RSVP to the party. I do enjoy a grand entrance. But know that this is only the overture,” the voice threatened. “If you hurt anyone else, I’ll..” Simon cut him off. “You’ll do what? Race another bus? Disarm another bomb with a pocketknife and a prayer? No, no, Jack. If you don’t want anyone else to suffer, you will do exactly as I say. I want to see if lightning strikes twice.” There was a pause. Jack could hear ticking in the background, it was faint but deliberate. “Simon says there’s a bell tower at Pershing Square. A red briefcase sits beneath it. You have fifteen minutes before it becomes… a statement piece. Once you reach the tower I will contact you again. If you fail to reach the tower in time or fail to answer the call, the explosion will go off. Tick-tock, Jack!” The line went dead. Jack spun on his heel to face McMahon. The lieutenant shook his head. “We weren’t able to trace the call. The guy is smart.” “Never mind that, I need a car. I have to get to Pershing Square!” “What?” Jack quickly grabbed a radio. “There’s another bomb, and if I don’t get there in time, he’s going to set it off.” “That’s insane. Why you?” McMahon wondered. “Is this somehow related to Payne?” “I don’t know. There’s no time to worry about that now. I’ve got to go!”

I almost want to vote for Zilla Jr. out of spite for that dreadful movie, but I believe Zilla with the size advantage can take it.

I wish I had something more substantive to contribute but of all the 80s IPs, I somehow completely missed M.A.S.K. I had to look it up. I also had to look up Peggy's flight capabilities since I never watched the show, to my surprise, she has them. As in your other match I think this a great pull for a villain for a Captain America style hero. A two book crossover event that has Peggy emerging victorious. I think Miles fits as a potential villain but from what I have seen by looking him up I don't believe he has enough to defeat Captain America. You've come back with some fun matches, and I look forward to seeing what is next.