JohnnyChany

I have not seen the anime so I will go with the consensus. Good matchup.

Cameron Poe approached airport security with his wife, Tricia, and his daughter, Casey, in tow. As they got closer, Cameron briefly hesitated. “What’s wrong, daddy?” asked Casey. “I know it might sound silly, but I’m still a little uneasy about getting back on a plane. I thought I wouldn’t be, but it’s hitting me hard now,” Cameron answered. “But this isn’t some prison plane, it will be full of normal people,” Tricia insisted. “It might seem hard at first but I think this trip will really be good for all of us, help put the past year behind us;.” Cameron Poe looked at his wife tenderly and nodded. Just as he started to walk again he was quickly approached by three police officers. “Is there something wrong?” asked Tricia. “Sir, I’m going to need you to get down and the ground and put your hands behind your head,” the officer demanded. “What?” The police officers drew their weapons. “Down now!” Cameron was very confused, but complied and went to the floor. “Daddy?” Fear and anger rose up inside Tricia. “What is going on here?!?” “M’am are you an accomplice to this criminal?” another one of the officers asked. Tricia was indignant. “My husband is not a criminal. He served his time, this is a mistake.” "It's okay, honey," Cameron said in an assorted tone. "Just stay calm. I'll sort this out. Take Casey and wait for me." Cameron allowed himself to be handcuffed and lead away. He sat alone for what felt like an eternity in an interrogation room until finally the door opened and in walked a man with dark hair and a nice suit. “Hello, Mr. Poe, I am FBI Special Agent Sean Archer,” the man said. “What the hell? The FBI? This whole thing is a big misunderstanding. I am not a criminal, I served my time and was released,” stated Cameron. “I know. I am well aware of your exploits, Mr. Poe. I read your file. You are an honorably discharged Army Ranger who served eight years in prison for accidentally killing a man in defense of your wife. You were on that infamous prison transport airplane that crashed in Las Vegas last summer. By all accounts, you are a true hero.” “Then why am I here?” Cameron asked with annoyance. “I must apologize for that,” Sean replied. “It was simply a case of mistaken identity. The officers that arrested you were convinced that you were a terrorist for hire by the name of Castor Troy.” Cameron Poe was confused. “The actual Castor Troy is in custody in a coma, but that isn’t exactly common knowledge,” Sean explained. “When I saw your picture I had to come see for myself. I have to admit the resemblance is amazing.” “That’s all fine and good for you but am I free to go now?’ asked Cameron. “I have my family waiting for me and a vacation to go on.” Sean Archer sat down across from Cameron. “Actually, I was going to ask for your help. Before we took him down, Troy admitted to planting a bomb in the city and we are running out of time to track it down.” “That’s horrible, but what does that have to do with me?” “As I said, Castor Troy is in a coma so we can’t ask him and the only other people who know are his crew who also won’t talk to us,” Sean informed. “They also don’t know that we have Castor in custody so if we can get someone to ask them that they think is Castor we may have a shot to stop this,” Cameron immediately shook his head. “No, no way. I don’t work for the FBI.” “I know, I know. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate and I wouldn’t ask you if I thought you couldn’t handle the danger. But look at you, you took down a plane of escaped convicts,” Sean declared. “I almost missed out on being with my family before, I can’t risk doing that again,” Cameron insisted. “I get it. I’m a family man myself. I… I lost my son because of Castor Troy. I’m afraid I could lose my daughter, Jamie, because of him. I don’t know where that bomb is, it could be by her school. You have a daughter, Poe, what if we find out the bomb is located by her school or somewhere nearby where she is but it’s too late to stop it?” The thought of losing Casey hit Cameron Poe hard in the chest and he got emotional. “You can’t be asking me to do this. You shouldn’t be asking me to do this.” “I know I shouldn’t, but I am.” Cameron Poe reluctantly agreed to help. Poe’s family went ahead on their planned vacation and Cameron promised to join them as soon as he could. Sean Archer took a couple of days to help Cameron fully transform into Castor Troy and Cameron was able to successfully infiltrate Castor Troy’s hideout. It took another couple of days for the henchmen to fully believe he was Castor, but once they did, they resumed their bombing mission. As soon as he was alone in the hideout, Cameron called Sean with the information that he learned. When he looked at his phone, Sean was already calling him. “You have to get out of there now!” Sean shouted. “What?” “Castor Troy woke up and he escaped custody. The whole operation is compromised. You need to get out of there before they realize you aren’t who you say you are.” Cameron hung up and turned around to see the very man he had been imitating. Castor Troy chucked. “Would have never expected to run into myself. What other tricks is Archer hiding?” "Don't do anything crazy," Poe warned. "Shows how little you actually know me." Both men grabbed for their guns and jumped for cover as a shootout began.

Very nicely done sir. The thought and effort put into this really shows. Although some of the color changes made it a little difficult to read, at least for me. As much as I like Two-Face I don't think I can pick him here.

Inspired by some of the creativity posted already, I tried something a little different. My entry

Mike Nelson strolled onto the bridge of the Satellite of Love, greeted by the sight of Crow and Tom Servo engaged in a heated debate. "You take it back, Servo, you take it back right now. Mickey Mouse is the epitome of joy and happiness! He has brought smiles to millions of faces worldwide," Crow exclaimed. Tom Servo shook his head. "You're deluded, Crow. Mickey Mouse is nothing but a symbol of corporate hegemony, a tyrant in disguise, seeking to control and commodify every aspect of our lives!" Their bickering came to an abrupt halt as Mike entered the scene. "What's going on here?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow at the feuding bots. Crow turned to Mike, his golden beak twitching with indignation. "Mike, you gotta settle this. Is Mickey Mouse a benevolent icon or an imperialistic tyrant?" Mike chuckled and shrugged. "I don’t know if I have an answer. I can see both sides of the argument." His demeanor then changed as the inanity of the argument served as another bitter reminder of his day to day to life on the Satellite talking about nothing. His eyes fell on the flashing button in front of them, signaling an incoming call from Pearl Forrester. Mike pressed the button, and the screen flickered to life, revealing Pearl, Bobo, and Brain Guy, their faces grinning with mischief. "Hello, Satellite of Love! Ready for today’s experiment?" Pearl's voice rang out, dripping with malicious glee. Mike exchanged resigned glances with Crow and Tom Servo. "What do you have for us this time, Pearl?" Pearl leaned in. Her eyes gleamed with ill intent. "Since you seem to have Disney on the brain, I've got the perfect movie for today's feature. Get ready, because I promise it'll be a magical ride to a land full of wonder!" Crow briefly perked up. “That sounds promising.” “Today's feature presentation is the 2015 flop, Tomorrowland, starring George Clooney, Britt Robertson, and Hugh Laurie. A bright teenage girl and a bitter old inventor are whisked away to another dimension where futuristic minds are gathered to bring about the technology of tomorrow. High off the success of the Pirates of the Caribbean, the House of Mouse decided to see what other theme park attractions they could bleed for a buck on the big screen, and well you'll see the results," she announced. “Because why settle for a Disney classic when you can have a critical disaster?” Crow hung his head in disappointment, his hopes for a Disney marathon dashed by Pearl’s sadistic choice. “We don’t have time to be sad, we’ve got Movie Sign!” Mike noted. Mike, Crow, and Tom Servo filled their way into the theater and to their seats. Their silhouettes partially blocked the lowest portion of the screen. As the title card for the movie flashed across the screen, Mike and the bots began making commentary with their trademark sardonic banter. "Tomorrowland, the dreamland of the procrastinators. We promise to get there.... eventually." "I personally can't wait for the film adaptation of my favorite theme park experience, the line for the last churro." "Do you think the casting director took it as a challenge to find a kid who looks the least like George Clooney?" "Challenge accepted and challenge completed!" "Girl! Girl! Stay calm you've trained for this day." "Who at Tomorrowland came up with the novel idea of luring a young nerdy shy inventor with the attention of a pretty girl? They really are geniuses over there." "I had already forgotten that Diet Coke Jennifer Lawerence was starring in this picture." "Is it really accurate to say starring in this picture? Wouldn't it be more apt to say contractually obligated to this picture?" "We've got the blue light special in aisle 8, suckers!" "If you aren't intimidated yet, wait until we turn on the flashers." "I'm just going to come out and say it. Clooney was more convincing with the bat nipples." "She is easily the most charming propagandist recruiter that I have ever come across." "Yeah and she kicks butt. A major win in my book." "I will follow you anywhere, Athena." "I'm sorry, but the diagnosis for a record setting 18th time this week is Lupus. How would you like to die?" "You know the thing that made Dr. House so engaging was that he was a witty, funny, asshole. They have managed to bring over only one of those traits with this guy." "Mike, I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. I feel like somebody needs to stop this and the proper authorities need to be contacted." "She isn't actually a little girl you know; she is a machine. She is probably older than he is." "Is that supposed to make it better?" "I don't think it is a romantic look anyway, more of an appreciation and fondness for their past and their connection. It's kinda sweet." "Don't defend this, Nelson." After the credits rolled, Mike found himself alone on the bridge of the Satellite of Love. “A hidden rocket in the Eiffel tower that no one had ever noticed before, how absurd. What was that about?” he mused. Suddenly, Athena from Tomorrowland approached him, holding out the Tomorrowland pin. "Mike Nelson, would you like to do some real good in the world with your robotic engineering genius, or are you content to make friends to poke fun at movies with?" she asked, her voice calm and serene. Mike blinked, thinking it was some elaborate joke. "Crow? Tom Servo?" The robots appeared, equally surprised by Athena's presence. Crow gasped. “Whoa! Athena’s here. How did you pull that off, Mike?” Mike was confused. “You guys aren’t behind this.” Tom Servo shook his head. “No, not even a little bit.” Mike regarded Athena. “You are actually here and actually real?” “As real as you are,” Athena replied with a smile. “I have come for you, Mike Nelson. Just as you have just watched this movie about us, we have been watching you and want to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime.” Mike was quiet for a moment as he absorbed what was happening. “So you know, I didn’t actually create Crow or Tom Servo or Gypsy, that was a guy named Joel,” he finally stated. “No need for modesty, Mike, we have seen you maintain and even improve upon the robots here. But you could be doing so much more. That is unless you are content to spend the rest of your days mocking movies in this isolated space prison.” Mike was taken aback. “I… I don’t know what to say.” Panic began to rise inside Tom Servo. “I know what you should say, no. Say no and step away from the adorable little British android.” “You can’t abandon us now, Mike. You just can’t. It’ll be like Joel all over again. We’ll develop a complex,” Crow pleaded. Mike looked back and forth between his robotic pals and Athena and her Tomorrowland pin, unsure of what to do.

Enjoyed the unique setup of this. Going with the defenders if nothing else because they have more legendary characters on their side.

I'm going Thanagarians

Very creative write up, I enjoyed it.

I agree that you appear to have an interesting thing starting with an eclectic mix of characters. I'm intrigued.

Who is the superior Polaris and Vertigo duo, the Marvel women or the DC men?

In the heart of Ottawa, the capital city of Canada, preparations were underway for the grandest Canada Day celebration the nation had ever seen. This year, the festivities were to revolve around honoring Canada's most beloved hero. But there was a dilemma: who should be the centerpiece of the celebration? Should it be the stalwart and patriotic Captain Canuck, or Guardian, the valiant leader of the government sponsored superhero tem, Alpha Flight? A nationwide poll was conducted, and to everyone's surprise, the results ended in a tie. The organizers scratched their heads, unsure of how to proceed. That's when a brilliant idea struck them: why not have both heroes attend the festival together, showcasing unity and solidarity? And so, on the morning of Canada Day, the streets of Ottawa were alive with excitement. Banners bearing the silhouettes of Captain Canuck and Guardian fluttered in the breeze, while crowds of eager Canadians filled the streets, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their favorite heroes. As the festival kicked off, Captain Canuck and Guardian stood side by side on a grand stage, their red and white costumes gleaming in the sunlight. The crowd erupted into cheers as the two heroes exchanged nods of mutual respect and waved to the crowd. Throughout the day, various events were held to commemorate the heroic deeds of Captain Canuck and Guardian. There were exhibitions showcasing their greatest battles, panels discussing their impact on Canadian culture, and even a parade featuring floats dedicated to their adventures. Amidst the festivities, there were whispers and murmurs among the crowd. Who actually was the better hero? Who would win in a fight between Captain Canuck and Guardian? The debate raged on between passionate fans, fueling the excitement of the day. Throughout the day, there were also moments of mistaken identity. Local Canadians, caught up in the excitement of the day, would sometimes confuse Guardian for Captain Canuck and vice versa. It led to some amusing encounters, with both heroes taking it in stride and sharing a good-natured laugh about it. Guardian made a joke about how this is how it must feel to be U.S. Agent getting confused for Captain America. In his mind, however, he wondered which one of them was Captain America and which one was U.S. Agent. As the day drew to a close, Captain Canuck and Guardian found themselves alone amidst the remnants of the festival grounds. "You know," Captain Canuck began, "I can't help but think about all the chatter about who's the superior superhero." Guardian chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, it seemed like everyone had an opinion on the matter." “Such a trivial conversation when we have both done so much to defend our homeland,” Captain Canuck noted. “Your contributions should never be minimized just because you don’t have my powers.” Guardian’s chuckling stopped. “This suit grants me some impressive powers of my own.” “Of course, I meant no disrespect,” said Captain Canuck. “You really think you could defeat me in a fight?” asked Guardian. “Yes,” Captain Canuck replied bluntly. “Well maybe we should settle this here and now once and for all,” suggested Guardian. A grin spread across Captain Canuck's face. "A respectable skirmish, right here on the festival grounds. Winner takes the title of Canada's greatest hero." Guardian extended his hand. "May the best hero win."

I really like this fight and I think the right team won.

A match where characters with the same name mix it up is always a match after my own heart, but I agree with the consensus that DC Raven trumps everything here for her team.

Cool idea for a fight, Boratz. Can't see Syndrome losing this.

Another Easter match that I didn't finish in time but still wanted to do.

In the vast expanse of the Australian Outback, the Strahl airship descended from the clouds. Balthier, the dashing sky pirate, expertly piloted the vessel, and landed gently on the plains. His enigmatic partner and navigator, Fran, sat by his side, her keen eyes scanning the horizon below. "Balthier, are you certain this place is real?" Fran inquired. Balthier smirked confidently.. "Of course, my dear Fran. E. Aster Bunnymund's warren is as real as the Strahl itself." Fran raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how do you know this?" Balthier leaned back against the controls, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's just say I have my sources. Besides, you brought it up first as legend you were told in Euryt Village." Fran nodded slowly. "Yes, but that was a long time ago. And since leaving the village, I've lost my connection with the Wood so I am unable to verify." Balthier grinned. "No matter. We'll find it one way or another. The leading man always finds his path." After they touched down on the rugged terrain, Fran's keen senses tingled with anticipation. She scanned the landscape, searching for any sign of the hidden warren. "There," she murmured, pointing towards a thicket of trees in the distance. "I sense it." “Ah, excellent. Nice to know the Wood has not totally deserted you,” Balthier noted. The adventuring duo set out towards their destination, weaving through the dense foliage until they stumbled upon a hidden entrance obscured by vines and foliage. Balthier flashed a roguish grin. "Shall we, my dear Fran?" Fran hesitated for a moment, her thoughts troubled. "According to legend, E. Aster Bunnymund is the Guardian of Hope and the protector of nature. It feels wrong to steal from him." “I feel like due to let's say certain similarities, your village may have been biased toward him and overstated his importance. It’s just the Easter Bunny.” Balthier felt Fran’s continued hesitation and he sighed. “Allow me to put your mind at ease by reminding you of three important details. First, we are only here to steal the biggest Easter Egg we can find. As far as treasures go, it’s much less dangerous than our usual fare. Second, I promise to not damage any of the nature around us during the heist. Third, and most importantly, it was my turn to pick the treasure target, so we are doing this.” Balthier extended his arm toward the entrance. “After you.” The two jumped into a large green tunnel that twisted and turned and deposited them in a large field of greenery. Fran marveled at the sight of Bunnymund’s warren. “It is even better than I had imagined,” she stated. “Its beauty is breathtaking.” “That it is,” agreed Baltheir. “We shouldn’t be here,” said Fran. “Alas, but we are. And what a waste to make such a trip and leave empty handed,” Balthier responded. “Then let us be quick and get this over with.” After a few steps, their presence was detected by the eight foot sentinel warrior eggs, the guardians of the warren. The golem-like warrior eggs hastily launched an attack. They lunged at Balthier and Fran with spears in hand. Fran parried their assault with a spear of her own, the fabled Zodiac Spear. Balthier rolled away from the skirmish and pulled out the Mithuna long gun, blasting at every egg in sight. The sentinel eggs were knocked back by the shots from the Mithuna. Fran joined her partner in firing upon the intricately patterned shells of their attackers with arrows from her bow. Soon, the sentinel eggs fell in defeat. “Let us not let this unfortunate clash be in vain,” stated Fran. Balthier scanned the horizon. “Already on it my dear.” His gaze landed upon an ornately designed egg, bigger than all of the others, but still small enough to hold. “There she is.” Balthier grabbed the egg and the sky pirates hastened a retreat out of the warren. Within a few yards of the Strahl airship, a hole opened up in front of them and out jumped a large blue rabbit duel wielding magical boomerangs. “It is him!” Fran remarked. The rabbit glared at them with righteous indignation. “You dare steal from me, pirates!” Balthier smirked. “It’s an honor to meet you in the flesh, Bunnymund. Guess the viera might have been on to something calling you a warrior. Know that this isn’t personal. It’s just business.” Bunnymund was unmoved by Balthier’s attempted charm, and threw an exploding egg at the former Archadian judge. Balthier jumped away from the explosion. “That wasn’t very nice. Certainly not becoming of someone whose entire purpose is bringing joy to children,” Balthier commented. Bunnymund squeezed his boomerangs tightly. “There’s more where that came from, mate. Don’t too much care for my personal property being nabbed by low life looters.” “Low life? That was uncalled for,” Balthier retorted. “Balthier, take the egg, and go to the Strahl. I will take on Bunnymund,” Fran announced. Balthier lifted an eyebrow. “No need for dramatics, Fran. We can take him down together.” “E. Aster Bunnymund is a well revered guardian, and we should show him the respect of a one on one battle,” stated Fran. Balthier shrugged. “I know better than anyone not to argue when you have your mind set.” Balthier grabbed the egg and walked toward the Strahl. “Hold on a bloody minute, what makes you believe I will let you walk away,” said Bunnymund. Fran stood in between him and Balthier. “Your fight is with me, Guardian. If you wish to get to Baltheir, you will have to go through me. Bunnymund was in disbelief. “Crickey, I know you, like me, are not actually a bonnie, Still, it feels like you are going against your own kind in defense of a thieving human?” Fran was steadfast. “Balthier is my partner. I will always fight to protect him.” “Do what you must. Know that I’m crossing off Eruyt Village from ever getting a visit from me, Sheila.” The two proud warriors then clashed in battle.

A proper Rabbit and Egg battle for Easter.

In the quiet shadows of the sewers of New York City, the samurai white rabbit, Miyamoto Usagi, stood among his friends, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, bidding them farewell. "Take care, Usagi-san," Leonardo said, clasping a hand on the rabbit's shoulder. "May your path be as honorable as your heart." Usagi bowed respectfully, his gaze meeting each of his friends'. "Farewell, my comrades.Until we meet again." With a determined step, Usag approached the shimmering portal that awaited him, a ticket back to his home world. He stepped through the portal. On his way home, a sudden blur of cerulean dashed past him, knocking him off balance. Usagi found himself hurtling through the portal, his world twisting and shifting around him. When Usagi finally landed, he found himself in a place unlike any he had ever seen. Green hills stretched out in every direction. Usagi spotted multicolored runways in the distance that twisted in a variety of loops. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. Before he could fully gather his thoughts, a cry for help pierced the air. A short distance away, Usagi spotted a young rabbit in an orange dress being dragged away by three menacing robots. With a swift motion, he drew his swords and charged towards the scene. The robots, bulky and mechanical, wielded sharp claws and glowing red eyes, but Usagi, the seasoned warrior, quickly proved himself far superior. His blades cut through the air, slicing through metal with graceful ease as he dismantled the robotic foes. With a final flourish, he stood victorious, the young female rabbit safe in his arms. "Thank you," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "What is your name?" "I am Miyamoto Usagi, a wandering samurai," he replied, his gaze scanning the horizon. "But tell me, where are we?" “We are in the Green Hill Zone of course,” she answered. “My name is Cream. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “I have never heard of a Green Hill Zone,” stated Usagi. Cream ignored him briefly as panic set in. “Oh no, they still need to be freed. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Cream raced up a nearby hill with incredible speed. “Who needs to be freed?” Usagi called after her. He tried to catch up but was unable to gain any ground on the speeding rabbit. She looked back as he continued to call out to her and slowed down her pace to allow him to join her. “I have always thought of myself as rather, but I must say you put me to shame,” Usagi admitted. Cream smiled. “That’s nothing, you should see my friend, Sonic, he is really fast!” “Is Sonic also a rabbit like us?” Usagi inquired. Cream shook her head. “No, he’s a hedgehog, but when he gets going he looks just like a blue ball of blur.” “What is your hurry in traversing this hill?” asked Usagi. “I need to save the animals. We’re almost there.” A few moments later, Usagi and Cream came across a large, round, mechanical cage filled with a variety of small animals. “What is this?” “It’s one of Dr. Eggman’s cages,” Cream informed. “He has been trying to turn all the animals into his robotic minions. This was where I was headed before I was ambushed by Eggman’s mechanical army. They overwhelmed me right when you showed up.” “I shall free these animals at once,” Usagi declared. He slashed the bars with his twin swords and carved them into pieces. Cream the Rabbit beamed with gratitude. “Thanks again. It's so fortunate for me that you showed up when you did. Frankly, we could use all the help we can get right now. We have been battling Dr. Eggman for a long time and we usually have success, but everything changed when he found that dimensional gateway…” Usagi’s ears perked up. “ A dimensional gateway?” “Yeah, he has been using it as a trap and a prison for all of my friends. Right now it’s only Sonic and me that remain,” Cream said with sadness. A red and yellow mechanical egg descended from the sky. It hovered above Cream and Usagi and projected a green hologram of the villain himself, Dr. Eggman. “Correction rabbit, it is only you that remains. I have finally captured that wretched hedgehog in my dimensional gateway. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! With Sonic out of the picture, there is no one left who can stop me. Your interference today will amount only to a minor inconvenience,” Dr. Eggman boasted. “She is not alone,” Usagi retorted. “I may not be of this world, however I know injustice when I see it and I will not let this stand.” “Ha! Ha! Ha! You think I am intimidated by a rabbit with swords? You have no idea what I am capable of. Your best decision is to return to wherever you came from as fast as you can.” The hologram of Dr. Eggman disappeared. Cream the Rabbit fretted. “Oh no, Sonic. It can’t be true! What am I going to do?” “I will assist you in toppling this fiendish foe.” Usagi proclaimed. “Once he is defeated we can rescue your friends from the dimensional gateway and hopefully I can use it to return home.” “You sound so confident,” Cream remarked. “I have battled with his ilk before, the tools and machinery may be different, but the ego is the same.” “If you are really willing to take on Dr. Eggman, I will help you in any way I can.” “I would be grateful if you could provide me with all the information you have on him and his machines so that I may devise a proper strategy,” said Usagi. “Absolutely, I will.”

This match definitely takes me back to the matches of yore on the CBUB. I can't see Superman beating all of the Dragonball Universe, even with their penchant for always fighting one at a time. Curious if the Zenos could actually be taken out like that, but as stated we don't really know their durability because no one has dared to attack them.

Great match, Boratz. Going with the Juggernaut.