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Going with Storm. Too much power to tap into. Hope the Trix Rabbit manages to stay lowkey enough so that no one challenges him.

VOTE FOR PAIGE IF YOU THINK SHE CAN KEEP TATUM ALIVE AND SAFE FROM DEATH'S PURSUIT FOR THREE WEEKS. VOTE FOR TATUM IF YOU THINK HER POOR SURVIVAL INSTINCTS WILL CAUSE HER DEMISE DESPITE PAIGE'S PROTECTION.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF BONUS MATCH #4 BONUS MATCH #3 RESULTS The power in the bank had been cut off. Gale Weathers and Rowan LaFontaine stood side by side with flickering flashlights. A mischievous cackle echoed through the tunnels LEPRECHAUN: Oh, what fun it is to see two fine lasses running from me! Your screams shall echo, your doom is set, for none escape me once our paths have met! ROWAN: I’m really not in the mood for a rhyming little freak tonight. GALE: Yeah, buddy, I’ve dealt with worse than you. I’ve fought masked killers and the news cycle; you are just a tiny obstacle. LEPRECHAUN: Flattery won’t be saying ya. I’ll be taking both of your heads as well as me pot of gold. The Leprechaun suddenly leapt from the shadows; he fired his green magic at Rowan. She dodged and vaulted over a nearby teller’s counter. He blasted again and shattered the clear protective screen. He waddled behind the counter, but Rowan had disappeared. He teleported back around and looked over at Gale. LEPRECHAUN: A tricky one, that one is! But you, dear lass, shall meet my biz! GALE: What the hell does that even mean?! LEPRECHAUN: Tell me, lassie, what you fear most so I can make it come true. The Leprechaun lunged forward, but Gale sidestepped and yanked a camera flash from her bag. She triggered it right in the Leprechaun’s face. It caused him to shriek and reel back. Rowan reappeared with a lighter in her hand. ROWAN: What do you say we burn all this gold you're fussing over? LEPRECHAUN: Don’t be rash now. The Leprechaun pursued Rowan, but she revealed a four-leaf clover given to her by Tory.to keep him at bay. Meanwhile, Gale scoured for the perfect weapon and noticed a destroyed iron stanchion sign by the entrance. She remembered the Leprechaun’s weakness and quickly pulled apart a pointy fragment of the frame. She rammed it through the back of the Leprechaun who still had his focus on Rowan. He shrieked in pain and fell over. GALE: There you go. Next up a cage covered in clovers for you. I’m sure we can find some cardboard crate equivalent here. LEPRECHAUN: Ya think you’ve got the best of me. I’ll be back and then you best be runnin;. GALE: Yeah, yeah, get in line. Rowan gazed over at Gale. ROWAN: Nice move. GALE: Yeah, well, you always have to capitalize on your opportunities. ROWAN: And it saved our asses.I’m not even bitter that it means I lost. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira lounged on her couch while her co-host, Randy Meeks, beamed with pride at Gale’s victory. ELVIRA: Well, well, well, folks, we just saw Gale Weathers take down a supernatural menace with her quick thinking! Color me impressed. RANDY: Gale is a total badass. I think after this performance she has won any doubter’s respect. ELVIRA: With the completion of this challenge, we are ready to dive straight into our next Bonus Match. However, this one will have a big wrinkle that will make it stand out from the rest. RANDY: Oh, absolutely. This match is going to be unlike any other. It will feature one of the three kick ass Charmed Ones sister witches, Paige, as well as Woodsboro resident, Tatum Riley. ELVIRA: Tatum Riley? Wasn’t she….you know…squashed? RANDY: Well, after everything that happened with Dewey, getting dragged into Sidney’s first-round fight, and after catching some grief from you… ELVIRA: Rightfully so. RANDY: I wanted to do something good for him. So, I had a crazy idea… what if we could save his sister? Elvira lifted an eyebrow. RANDY: That’s right. His sister, Tatum Riley, who met a rather… unfortunate and embarrassing demise during the original Woodsboro Massacres. I pitched the idea, and the Powers That Be behind the tournament actually approved it. Paige Matthews was given access to rescue Tatum from her fate. ELVIRA: And how does that work? RANDY: Here is the thing about Paige. She is half witch and half Whitelighter, which is like a divine guardian. Her Whitelighter abilities give her the power to Sense, Heal, and Orb, which is like teleportation. The Whitelighter in her also makes her more protective, and for this challenge she is being tasked with protecting and keeping Tatum alive for the next three weeks. And it won’t be easy, because it’s no longer Ghostface hunting her down. Since Tatum cheated her fate, she is being hunted by Death itself, and she is not being afforded the month of normalcy. ELVIRA: The incarnation of Death, like from the Final Destination movies? Oh, she is so screwed. RANDY: That’s the challenge. Paige has to protect a girl who—let’s be blunt—was never exactly Final Girl material to begin with. It is fair to question her survival instincts. ELVIRA: You can say that again. She dated Stu Macher. Not exactly a beacon of good decision-making. RANDY: Exactly. And to make things even more difficult, Paige still has all of her Charmed One responsibilities. She’ll have to balance vanquishing demons and saving a well meaning airhead from getting final-destinationed. ELVIRA: I assume padded rooms will be off limits for this challenge. Randy nodded. ELVIRA: This is going to be good. But I have to ask..Randy, how many people in your life are going to be appearing in this tournament? RANDY: I may have had to sell my soul to pull some strings, but it’s fine. Wasn’t really using it anyway. ELVIRA: Ha! Well, let’s see how Paige Matthews handles Death knocking on her charge’s door. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL Tatum lounged on the school steps, chatting with her friends. She leaned back with a somewhat smug expression. TATUM: I should be freaked out by what happened, but, I’ve got a guardian angel now..I feel invincible. Her friends laughed as they assumed she meant metaphorically. An ominous shadow unseen by the naked eye loomed in the distance. THE HALLIWELL MANOR – SAN FRANCISCO Paige Matthews stormed into the living room and glared at the Whitelighter for the Charmed Ones, her brother-in-law, Leo Wyatt, PAIGE: Okay, Leo, spill it. I was told to save this girl, and now I have to babysit her for three weeks while Death itself wants her gone. What the hell is going on?! LEO: Paige, you always wanted to tap into your White Lighter side more. Well, congratulations, you’ve officially got your first charge. PAIGE: Oh great, I get a sassy, death-magnet charge who somehow looks exactly like me. Still trying to wrap my head around that one. LEO: I don’t have all the answers. But the Elders marked this as high priority. Death wants her, and you need to make sure it doesn’t get her. PAIGE: Well, I’ll do my best, but mark my words, Leo, I’m getting to the bottom of this mystery.

Should have included these from the start for reference. Doric's Transformation scenes Kameo: Elements of Power trailer

I'll go Nappa.

I'm going to go with Tommy. The one time I remember him being gigantic during the Evil Green Ranger arc there just seemed to be a nimble speed advantage against a slow moving zord.

THE SERPENT WARS Serpents have slithered through the myths and legends of humanity since the dawn of civilization. To the Egyptians, they were both protectors and harbingers of chaos, embodied by Wadjet and Apep. In Norse mythology, Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, lay coiled around Midgard, destined to rise at Ragnarok. The Aztecs revered Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god of wisdom and wind. Across cultures, serpents have symbolized power, transformation, and the thin line between salvation and destruction. It was that very power that Wrath-Amon sought to harness. Standing atop the altar of Set in his grand citadel, the sorcerer gazed into the swirling vortex of his dimensional portal. His red robe flapped in the wind; his green scaled armor glistened under the dim torchlight. His yellow eyes glowed with sinister intent as he raised the Black Ring high. "The time has come! By the will of mighty Set, I shall forge the greatest serpent army the multiverse has ever known!" His voice boomed through the chamber, causing his assembled warriors to bow in reverence. "No longer shall we be confined to one world. We shall travel across dimensions, bringing the will of Set to all! Our first conquest lay before us, a force of soldiers who foolishly revere the serpent yet lack the power to truly embody its strength!" With a slash of his clawed hand, the portal pulsated with dark energy, and Wrath-Amon stepped through. The swirling abyss spat him out into an unfamiliar world, one of metal fortresses and rolling battlefields. It did not take long for him to find his first prey. A Cobra patrol unit moved through the dense jungle, their weapons at the ready, oblivious to the shadow lurking above them. Wrath-Amon descended upon them. "Kneel before the true master of serpents!" he bellowed. He and his Serpent Men attacked the soldiers. Before the Cobra patrol could counterattack, a blast of sickly green light engulfed them. Wrath-Amon shot them with his Black Ring. Their screams were brief, their forms twisted and convulsed as their flesh hardened into green scales. When the light faded, the Cobra troopers were gone, replaced by monstrous serpent warriors, their eyes devoid of humanity. Over the next few weeks, the pattern continued. Cobra units patrolling the perimeter of their territories were ambushed and vanished. Only to return as fanatical servants under Wrath-Amon’s command. Whispers spread through the ranks of Cobra: an unseen force was turning their own against them. The news finally reached Serpentor, the genetically engineered emperor of Cobra. Seated upon his throne, draped in his regal golden serpent armor, he listened intently as Dr. Mindbender detailed the growing crisis. "My lord Serpentor, we are dealing with a force unlike any we have encountered before," Mindbender said as he adjusted his monocle. "These transformations are not the result of science or genetic tampering—it is sorcery!" Serpentor's snake-like eyes narrowed as he scoffed. "Sorcery? Such primitive nonsense.” "I deal in science, but even I must admit there are forces beyond our understanding,” said Mindbender. “This Wrath-Amon, as he is called, wields magic, and we need to take his threat very seriously." Serpentor clenched his fist. "Then we must crush this pretender before he takes more of my forces! Tell me, Mindbender, can you undo his accursed transformations?" Mindbender stroked his chin. "It will not be easy. Magic is not something I can simply reprogram. But if we capture the Black Ring off his finger, I may be able to devise a countermeasure." Before Serpentor could respond, the doors to the throne room burst open. A Cobra grunt rushed inside, panting. "My lord! Wrath-Amon and his army are advancing toward the stronghold! They will be upon us before the next morning.!" Serpentor rose to his full height, his emerald cape framed his armor. "Then the battle is upon us! This interloper dares to challenge the might of Cobra. He will find only destruction!" Mindbender clasped his hands together. "With all the military prowess that went into your creation, I have no doubt you will lead us to victory." Serpentor turned to his commanders. "Deploy the H.I.S.S. tanks, the Rattlers, and the Battle Android Troopers! I want every available weapon ready to repel this sorcerer and his wretched spawn! We shall drown them in steel and fire!" As the Cobra forces began preparations, Wrath-Amon stood atop a jagged mountain ridge. He gazed down at the fortress below. His army of Serpent Men, both original and transformed Cobra soldiers stood behind him, their reptilian forms hissed in anticipation. "Behold! This shall be the first of many conquests!" Wrath-Amon declared. "This “technology” of Cobra will serve Set’s will, and those who resist shall be remade in my image!"

Congratulations to you, @ThePhenomenalOne

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Round 2: Match 4 THE BATTLE OF NANCYS RESULT NANCY THOMPSON'S ATTEMPT The sewers of Derry were suffocatingly dark, damp, and reeking of decay as Nancy Thompson led her team deeper into the labyrinth. Taryn White, Roland Kincaid, Richie Tozier, and Mike Hanlon moved cautiously. They knew Pennywise thrived on fear, and despite the dream warriors’ experience with nightmares and terrors beyond comprehension, the shapeshifting clown was unlike anything they had faced before. NANCY THOMPSON: We stick together. He wants to separate us, right Mike? Mike Hanlon nodded. NANCY THOMPSON: Well, we don’t let him. A high-pitched giggle reverberated through the tunnel. The unnerving sound sent a chill through them all. Then, without warning, Richie was yanked off his feet by an unseen force. He let out a scream before disappearing into the darkness. MIKE HANLON: Richie!! The sound of Mike’s Hanlon’s shouts was drowned out by Pennywise’s sinister laughter. The clown form of the ancient entity itself emerged from the shadows; his eyes glowed yellow. PENNYWISE: As I said before, I do love a reunion. Shame it has to be short-lived. Roland Kincaid charged in, and swung a heavy pipe at Pennywise’s head. The clown dissolved into mist, and reformed behind him. With a swipe of his elongated claws, Pennywise tore through Kincaid’s side, and sent the big man sprawling onto the sewer floor. Taryn, fueled by fury, lunged with a makeshift blade, only to have Pennywise’s monstrous hand grasp her throat and lift her off the ground. NANCY THOMPSON: No... not like this. Nancy’s heart pounded as she concentrated on a way to counter him. She went on the offensive but Pennywise quickly smelled the doubt inside her. He grew larger in size, and twisted his form into Freddy Krueger for just a moment to send a psychological blow at Nancy. She hesitated, and that was all Pennywise needed. Taryn’s body went limp, and Pennywise tossed aside like a ragdoll. Richie was nowhere to be found. Roland struggled to rise to his feet as Mike tried to assist him. Pennywise loomed over all of them with a wicked grin. MIKE HANLON: We have to run, Nancy. We need to regroup! With no other choice, Nancy Thompson, Mike Hanlon, and the injured Roland retreated, leaving behind the bodies of their fallen teammates. Pennywise laughed maniacally, victorious once more in his endless cycle of fear and death. NANCY WHEELER'S ATTEMPT Nancy Wheeler, her brother Mike, Robin Buckley, Ben Hanscom, and Beverly Marsh moved with planned precision through the tunnels. Nancy had a sawed-off shotgun slung over her shoulder, and a pistol in her hands. Beverly wielded a slingshot loaded with silver ball bearings, while Ben carried a sharpened rebar spear. Robin carried a canister of gasoline, and Mike carried an iron rod scavenged from the ruins of the sewer. Nancy led her team with confidence. NANCY WHEELER: This thing preys on our fear. So we don’t give it any. ROBIN: You say that like it’s easy. They entered the lair, a grotesque cavern of piled bones and floating remnants of Pennywise’s past victims. Pennywise emerged from the darkness, It clapped slowly. PENNYWISE: I was wondering when your group was going to shoot their shot. Are you really prepared? Nancy wasted no time. She fired her pistol and hit Pennywise square in the head. The clown stumbled backward, momentarily disoriented and stunned by Nancy’s boldness.. Beverly took her shot, the silver ball bearing sliced through Pennywise’s cheek. He snarled in anger. Ben and Mike charged and attacked with their weapons. Pennywise was able to knock them back, but their distraction allowed Robin to dump the canister of gasoline onto Pennywise. Nancy fired again, this time with incendiary rounds. The clown let out a horrific, distorted scream as the flames consumed it. IT’s form convulsed.. Pennywise clawed at the air, trying to shift into another form, but Nancy pressed forward, shotgun aimed directly at the heart of the evil entity. NANCY WHEELER: Not this time! She pulled the trigger. With an explosion of light and energy, Pennywise’s body twisted and collapsed inward, imploding into the void. The group stood in the eerie silence, breathing heavily, victorious. HOST CHECK-IN Randy Meeks, now adorned in a Stranger Things t-shirt, couldn’t help but smile. RANDY: Not only did she take down Pennywise, but she also outdid one of the OG Final Girls, Nancy Thompson. That’s legendary. Next to him stood Elvira. She clapped dramatically. ELVIRA: Damn, Nancy Wheeler! I think I’m developing a bit of a girl crush. Elvira placed her hands on her hips. ELVIRA: I wonder what she’d look like with a goth aesthetic. RANDY: Doesn’t really seem to be her vibe. Elvira side eyed Randy with a smirk. ELVIRA: Speaking of crushes, why don’t you announce the next second round matchup? Randy sighed. RANDY: It’s Erin Hardesty versus Sidney Prescott. And again, for the record, Sidney is just my friend. Elvira ribbed her c0-host. ELVIRA: You know If you would have had the balls to pursue her earlier, you might’ve spared her all that heartbreak with Billy Loomis and all the insanity that followed. Randy considered that for a second before shaking his head. RANDY: Nah. Nothing good comes from dwelling on the past. Let’s focus on the present. As a reminder, in the first round Sidney took down the Maniac Cop, Matthew Cordell, and Erin was able to defeat the Hatchet killer himself, Victor Crowley. ELVIRA: A vengeful zombie cop, A Texas chainsaw wielding maniac, a murderous swamp entity, and numerous Ghostface killers… These Final Girls have survived a lot. RANDY: And now those survival skills will be put to the test against the ultimate slasher, Michael Myers. ELVIRA: Oh, last we saw Michael, he was extra pissed after Jamie Lloyd’s… unfortunate demise during her Bonus Match. RANDY: It was hard to tell if he was upset that she died or that he wasn’t the one to do it. But I’d rather not focus too much on that twisted problematic relationship. ELVIRA: Good call let’s instead focus on this upcoming challenge. The important question is, do either Sidney or Erin have the skills and will to go toe to toe with the legend himself? HADDONFIELD, ILLINOIS Sidney and Erin arrived in the quiet, eerie streets of Haddonfield. Sidney frowned. SIDNEY: This place feels like Woodsboro already. I don’t like it. Erin implored her earnestly. ERIN: Whoever wins, I want to make sure to do everything we can so that we both survive. Sidney eyed her curiously. “ SIDNEY: Your first-round opponent didn’t make it? Erin hesitated. She reflected on the sad fate of Heather Miller and shook her head. ERIN: No. Sidney sighed. SIDNEY: You can’t blame yourself. You should know, my opponent, Julie, managed to survive. It is possible. Just then, a car pulled up, and the driver rolled down the window. It was the older version of Laurie Strode. LAURIE: Get in. Once inside, Laurie studied them through the rearview mirror. “ LAURIE: Don’t know what they have planned for me here but when I heard someone was up against Michael, I figured I’d help. Didn’t know if it would be some fresh-faced amateurs. She paused and took a long look at their faces. LAURIE: But I can tell you're not amateurs. You two look like you have been hell. Good. That might just keep you alive.

I really want to vote for the two characters I added but I don't think that I can.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Round 2: Match 3 KIRSTY COTTON VS. SIENNA SHAW RESULTS A brutal battle raged between Sienna Shaw and Candyman. Sienna, bloodied but unbroken, swung her gleaming, mystical sword at Candyman, who dodged the strike with surprising grace. The shattered battlefield in which they fought was littered with cracked mirrors and bees buzzed ominously around Candyman’s form. Sienna audibly exhaled. SIENNA: You’re not invincible. Candyman smiled. CANDYMAN: No, but I endure. Candyman thrust his hooked hand and grazed Sienna’s shoulder. She grunted in pain but retaliated with a swift, precise slash. Her blade glowined as it cut deep. Candyman staggered but did not fall. Suddenly, Kirsty Cotton stepped out from the shadows, clutching the Lament Configuration. KIRSTY: Sienna! We don’t have to keep fighting him. We can trap him forever! This puzzle box, it unlocks a prison! Sienna gritted her teeth. SIENNA: You really think he’ll just stand there and let you? KIRSTY: I have to try. Kirsty knelt and began to work the puzzle. Her fingers deftly manipulated its intricate mechanisms. Candyman’s eyes gleamed with understanding. He knocked over Sienna and her sword skid across the ground. With a powerful lunge, he sent a swarm of bees toward Kirsty, which broke her concentration. The puzzle box tumbled from her hands. KIRSTY: Damn it! Candyman slowly stalked toward Kirsty. Kirsty fell on her back and scrambled backward. Sienna turned to recover her sword but was stopped by the desperate pleas by Kirsty. KIRSTY: No! Use the box! If you don’t, he’ll just keep coming back! I don’t even care if I lose, at least we'll both survive. Sienna hesitated for a moment, torn between vengeance and strategy. Then, reluctantly, she scooped up the Lament Configuration and turned its pieces. The air shuddered with dark energy. Suddenly, the walls bent in unnatural ways and a doorway of chains and hooks manifested. From within, the cenobites emerged with Pinhead leading them. He wore a wicked smile on his face. PINHEAD: Ah, Sienna Shaw. A soul as resilient as yours… A most tantalizing prize. Sienna’s eyes widened. SIENNA: Huh? Who…. what are you? PINHEAD: We are your future. Pinhead gestured and chains lashed out and wrapped around Sienna. SIENNA: KIRSTY!!! Candyman chuckled. CANDYMAN: You will not find an ally in her. Candyman reached down and helped Kirsty off the ground. CANDYMAN: A deal was already struck. Kirsty walks free, the Cenobites get your soul, and I… Candyman marveled at the Lament Configuration. CANDYMAN: gain new allies to stand beside me and help spread my legend. Sienna looked at them with horror. She struggled to get free, but the hooks sunk into her flesh. Pinhead gestured again and pulled her toward the Cenobites’ dimension. Her screams echoed as the portal closed behind her. Kirsty stood still; guilt flashed in her eyes before she steeled herself. Candyman nodded in acknowledgment before vanishing into the darkness. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira and Randy Meeks sat in stunned silence for a moment. Elvira blinked. ELVIRA: Well… that took a turn. RANDY: I knew a Final Girl might have to go dark to survive, but a full heel turn? Didn’t see that coming. Elvira smirked. ELVIRA: I might have some competition for Mistress of the Dark after that decision.. Randy shook his head, still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. RANDY: This changes everything. If Kirsty’s willing to play like that, my tournament brackets are totally shot. Elvira leaned forward in earnest. ELVIRA: And that’s just another thing that makes the Final Girl Face-Off so exciting! What’s next? Randy composed himself. RANDY: Glad you asked! Our next match is a true clash of survivalists. Erin Harson, the woman who in the first round made quick work of Leatherface, versus Grace Le Domas, who took down the Firefly Family in her opening challenge. Elvira grinned. ELVIRA: Two ladies who also know a thing or two about bad family situations. RANDY: And because of that we’ve got the perfect challenge setup for them. They’ve dealt with terrible boyfriends and murderous in-laws… but now, they must escape the ultimate toxic relationship—Dracula. Elvira laughed. ELVIRA: Oh, that’s delicious. RANDY: Specifically for this challenge, they must survive an encounter with his three brides, Aleera, Verona, and Marishka. These aren’t your old-school, background brides. These are lethal, winged nightmares constantly on the hunt. And their goal? Drag Erin and Grace to Dracula to make them his new brides. ELVIRA: We have seen Erin pick apart some lumbering killers, but can she successfully ensnare these nimble flying femme fatales? And if Grace does get sired and becomes one of Dracula’s new brides it still might be only her second worst experience in a wedding dress. Poor girl is going to have cold feet for the rest of her life. Which may not be long. RANDY: The challenge will take place in Dracula’s homeland, Transylvania. What better place to fight vampires than where it all began? ELVIRA: This should be good. Let’s get to it! TRANSYLVANIA A thick mist rolled over the rugged Carpathian landscape. Erin Harson and Grace Le Domas stepped off a worn path into a small village. Their postures were tense as they considered the danger that awaited them. Grace looked around. GRACE: I can’t believe we’re in the actual Transylvania. ERIN: After everything we’ve been through, nothing should surprise us anymore. GRACE: I am not getting forced into another marriage. A regal yet ghostly figure emerged from the mist, it was the Romanian aristocratic heir, Anna Valerious. ANNA: Welcome to Transylvania. You don’t have much time. The Brides will attack at nightfall. Erin raised an eyebrow ERIN: You are the one here to help us? ANNA: I can offer guidance and answer any questions you may have. But I no longer belong to this world. When night falls, you will be on your own. The two Final Girls exchanged wary glances before stepping inside a nearby house, where Anna beckoned them to listen.

I don't have a lot of knowledge about these characters to add any useful insight but I'm glad to see your Simulation Joint continue. Judging from what I can gather, Tia seems to be the pick.

JUMANJI JUNGLE MAZE Dr.Xander Bravestone stepped atop a massive stone platform with Ruby Roundhouse at his side. He crossed his arms over his broad chest as he surveyed the dense jungle before him. Towering trees stretched high, the air was full of distant sounds of unseen predators. His voice, smooth and commanding, rang out across the clearing from which he stood. "Welcome, adventurers, to the Jumanji Jungle Maze! A treacherous course filled with shifting paths, deadly traps, and creatures that will test your reflexes and adaptability. “Only the strongest, the smartest, and the fastest can hope to retrieve the Eye of Jumanji hidden within,” Rudy added. “And today, two of the greatest shape-shifting warriors, Doric and Kameo, will attempt to do just that," Dr. Bravestone proclaimed. Bravestone gestured dramatically to the two legendary figures beside him. On his left stood Indiana Jones with his iconic fedora casting a shadow over his weathered yet keen eyes. On his right, Lara Croft, stood tall with a steely gaze. “Let’s hear from two of the top names in the wild adventure game,” Dr. Bravestone announced. "I’ve seen a lot of capable adventurers in my time, but my money’s on Doric,” stated Dr. Jones.” A tiefling druid with the ability to Wild Shape into powerful creatures? That’s an edge you can’t ignore. Her agility, her ability to blend into the environment, she’s the perfect choice for this kind of challenge." Lara disagreed. "I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss Kameo. She is a powerful elf that commands the power of the Elemental Warriors, each transformation grants her unique abilities. Strength, flight, speed, even stone-like resilience. Doric is impressive, but Kameo has an arsenal of forms at her disposal. She should be the clear favorite in this contest." “Some of Kameo’s transformations are downright scary, and unlike anything I’ve ever come across. Although I could say the same thing for some of the creatures Doric can morph into, like the owlbear.” Indy rubbed his chain. “I still say Doric has the edge, the ability to go big or small will be huge for her.” Lara scoffed. “You are sadly mistaken, old man. Why go small when you pack the firepower and the abilities to overcome any obstacle in your path.” Dr. Bravestone stepped between the two proud archaeologists. “You’ve heard from the experts, a split prediction. Fortunately, the contestants themselves will provide the true answer.” Doric and Kameo arrived on the scene, both exuding confidence and determination. Doric was clad in forest-toned leather and her tiefling horns peeked through her auburn hair. She studied the jungle in front of her carefully. Kameo, in her emerald tank top and skirt, stood poised with an air of regality, with her bluish green wings flapping subtly behind her. Indiana was the first to step forward toward them. He gave Doric a nod of approval. "Doric, you’ve got the instincts of a true survivor. This maze will throw everything at you, but you’ve got the natural talent to outmaneuver it all. I’m rooting for you." Lara approached Kameo with a fierce yet supportive expression upon her face. "Kameo, you’ve fought creatures far worse than what this jungle has to offer. You can fly, smash through obstacles, and become virtually invincible. This challenge is yours to win." Ruby Roundhouse slowly walked up to Dr. Bravestone and whispered a question in his ear. “Do you really think Indy and Lara really believe in their respective choices or they are just determined to be right.” Dr. Bravestone shrugged. “Either way works.” Ruby shot a glare in Lara’s direction although Lara was not paying attention. “I bet she just wants the Element of Power jewel in Kameo’s headband.” Dr. Bravestone twisted his neck toward his longtime companion. “Are you still bitter that Lara is here?” “No.” “If you want to challenge her, you can, but now is not the time,” Dr. Bravestone insisted. “Fine.” After receiving their words of encouragement, Doric and Kameo turned to face each other. The competition was fierce, but the mutual respect was evident. "May the best shapeshifter win," Doric said earnestly. "Likewise. Good luck, Doric," Kameo responded. Dr. Bravestone clapped his hands together. “And with that we are ready to begin.” A pulse of energy surged through the ground. In a flash, Doric and Kameo were transported to separate maze entrances. The dense jungle towered above them; each step led deeper into the unknown. Doric shifted swiftly into a panther. Her keen eyes spotted pressure plates on the ground, traps waiting to spring. She leapt over them with practiced ease. Her claws barely made a sound. A sudden growl from the shadows sent a shiver through Doric. A massive jaguar lunged, but Doric twisted away from it in mid-air. She shifted into an eagle and soared to safety just under the jungle canopy. Meanwhile, Kameo charged forward, and summoned Pummel Weed. Her fists transformed into massive, spiked gauntlets. She smashed through thick vines blocking her path. The earth trembled as a massive gorilla-like beast emerged from the foliage. Kameo wasted no time, she shifted into Ash, and her fiery form ignited the ground beneath her. The beast in pursuit of her roared in pain, and it recoiled long enough for Kameo to dash past it without further struggle The race had begun, and the Jumanji jungle, as it itself was an active participant in the game, was determined to make it difficult.

An amusing tournament entry, PhenomenalOne. Although she may not be able to kill him, I think Gamora can incapacitate Wade and win the faceoff. MCU version isn't as strong as the comics version, but she is still considered the deadliest woman in the galaxy.

“Black” Jack Tarr entered a room that smelled of stale coffee, tea, and bureaucracy. It had been a long time since he had set foot in MI6 headquarters. He had all but left years ago to join the Freelance Restorations headed up by former MI6 top agent, Sir Denis Nayland Smith. That group, which also included the hero, Shang-Chi, had numerous run-ins with new MI6 director, Fah Lo Suee, Shang-Chi’s sister and the daughter of criminal mastermind, Zheng Zu. Now, Suee was gone, and MI6 was looking to mend relations with the splinter group. Still, it was odd to Jack that they would request his presence like this. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. He eyed the younger MI6 agents lined up against the wall like they were waiting for their turn in a firing squad. Across the mahogany desk in front of him, Acting Director Peter Langley folded his hands and fixed Tarr with an even gaze. “I need your help on a retrieval,” Langley began. "You're joking," Jack replied. "You have a whole squad of eager young lads at your disposal her, and you're calling on me for this?" Langley sighed. He rubbed his temples. "This isn't a standard retrieval, Jack. We need someone with your experience. Someone who knows what it's like to chase ghosts of the past." Tarr grunted. "Who's the ghost?" Langley slid a folder across the desk. "John Patrick Mason." The name alone changed the energy of the room. Jack knew the man a little. He was already a big shot when Jack was starting to ascend the ranks of the MI6. He was the SAS legend turned prisoner, the man who according to whispers had escaped Alcatraz, the operative who had danced between the cracks of intelligence agencies for decades. "Bloody hell," Jack muttered. He flipped open the file. "You mean to tell me he actually helped the Yanks break into Alcatraz? Their own prison. Guess the stories about him are true." He scanned the documents and looked over the reports of Mason’s cooperation with the U.S. government and his subsequent disappearance. Langley nodded. "And now he's gone to ground. The Americans aren't talking, and we don't know what he’s told them. Officially, he doesn’t exist, but we can’t take the risk that he’s leaking secrets. We need him back, Jack." Jack exhaled. "And what makes you think I can bring him in?" "Because you’re not just some wet-behind-the-ears operative. You know how to work outside all the new guidebooks these new agents are raised on. Mason is from a different generation. We need someone of that era to match his thought process. Mostly though, because you’re just stubborn enough to not let him slip away." Jack grinned and shook his head. "Flattery won't mend all the fences between us. However, I am curious, and I like the challenge. Fine. I'll find him. But don’t expect me to bring him in wrapped in a bow." The United States was a monstrous behemoth with too many shadows, but Jack had spent enough time in the field to know where to look. He had Mason’s file memorized by the time he stepped off the plane, the details rolled through his mind like a mantra. Former SAS, incarcerated since '67, escaped in '96, last seen aiding the Americans in a hostage situation. Every agency from the CIA to the Kremlin had a file on him, but no one could pin him down. Jack started with the old reliables, a bar in Brooklyn frequented by ex-spooks, a bookstore in Washington D.C. that dealt in information more than novels. He followed whispers, a sighting here, a rumor there. Mason was a man who never left a trail, but even ghosts left echoes. By the time he reached San Francisco, he knew Mason was aware of his presence and was toying with him. He had intercepted messages, ticket stubs left at hotels Tarr checked into, a glass of scotch delivered to his table with a note: You're a step behind, old chap. The final clue came in the form of a single phone call. Jack stood on a pier, looking out over the Golden Gate when his phone buzzed. He answered without hesitation. "Took you long enough," came the voice on the other end, calm, amused, unmistakably John Mason. Tarr tightened his grip on the phone. "You’ve been leading me around like a damn bloodhound. Are you done playing games?" Mason chuckled. "Jack, you and I both know this isn’t a game. But let’s not pretend you’ll ever catch me." "You don’t have a choice, mate. The directive is clear." "Directive?" Mason scoffed. "Come now, you’ve been around long enough to know how this works. I’m not going back, and you’re not the one who’ll bring me in." "Don’t be so sure. I’ve spent the last several years of my life dealing with people whose power I would not think real. You’re good, Mason, but not untouchable." There was a pause, then Mason’s voice softened. "You’re a fine agent, Jack Tarr. One of the last of the old guard. But I’ve spent so many years running, hiding, and outmaneuvering men who thought they had me cornered. You’re persistent, I’ll give you that…but I’m already gone." The line went dead. Tarr stared out at the water. He slipped the phone into his jean pocket and turned away from the bay. Mason thought he was dictating the chase, but Black Jack Tarr was only getting started.

I echo all of this.

This was quite humorous. A Power Rangers/Star Wars crossover wasn't something I considered but I think it can work well. I would like to give Divatox her first win, but I can't in good conscience. The changeling for the win.

I really want the battle of Nancys to count in posterity not just for the tournament but also for the characters. So, I have essentially reposted it but added more to it, so the two setups can work in tandem.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF ROUND 2: MATCH 1 CONTINUED FROM THIS. SUMMARY: For the first match of the second round of the Final Girl Face-Off, Nancy Wheeler and Nancy Thompson have been whisked away to Derry, Maine to face off against Pennywise. Both Final Girls have been given two familiar faces (Mike Wheeler and Robin for Nancy W. / Taryn and Roland for Nancy T.) as well as two members of the Losers Club aged a few years after their first defeat of IT (Mike Hanlon and Richie for Nancy T. / Ben and Beverly for Nancy W.). Each Nancy must lead their team to either last the longest or defeat Pennywise the quickest. DERRY PUBLIC LIBRARY (ARCHIVES) The towering bookshelves cast long shadows under the flickering fluorescent lights. A large wooden table near the back is cluttered with open books, old newspapers, and hastily scribbled notes. Nancy Wheeler leaned forward, flipping through a yellowed newspaper while Robin Buckley sat across from her, idly twirling a pen between her fingers. ROBIN: You know, I’ve been thinking… Pennywise is supposed to come back every 27 years, right? But it’s been, what, way less than that? Something’s off. NANCY WHEELER: I don’t think it’s a mistake. The tournament organizers probably forced IT awake. Like, knocked it out of its cycle. Robin grimaced. ROBIN: Great. Love that. People playing god with an interdimensional nightmare clown. Nancy shrugged. NANCY WHEELER: At least this way we get a shot at killing IT. Think about it. If we win, no more kids in Derry have to live in fear. Ever. Robin stared at Nancy, smirked and shook her head. ROBIN: You’re way too good at this monster-hunting thing, Wheeler. Remind me never to get on your bad side. Nancy let out a small chuckle, then glanced around. Her expression changed. NANCY WHEELER: Have you seen Mike? Robin swung her head from left to right. ROBIN: No. He was here like five minutes ago. Nancy pushed away from the table and quickly stood up. NANCY WHEELER: He wouldn’t just wander off. Help me look. They began scanning the library. A few tables away, Ben Hanscom and Beverly Marsh sat close together. Beverly rubbed her arms with her eyes downcast. BEVERLY: I hate this. Fighting Pennywise over and over. It’s exhausting. Feels like we’ll never be free of it. Ben did his best to console her. BEN: We’ve beaten it before. We can do it again. BEVERLY: Yeah, but it never feels final. I just… I have to hold on to something good. Something that gives me hope. She smiled faintly, looking up at Ben. BEVERLY: Like that poem Bill wrote me when we were kids. Ben hesitated. The words were at the tip of his tongue, the truth was right there. That the poem was his, not Bill’s. But before he could speak, Nancy and Robin approached. NANCY WHEELER: Hey, have you guys seen Mike? BEN: No, sorry. He was just here, though. A look of concern spread across Beverly’s face. BEVERLY: You think Pennywise got to him? Nancy didn’t answer, she was already moving. DERRY PUBLIC LIBRARY (PERIODICALS) Mike Wheeler stood alone, staring at an old photograph. It was He and Eleven smiling back at him, frozen in time. His mind was heavy with doubt. A voice spoke up behind him. MAX: Pretty sad, Mike. Mike turned sharply. Max Mayfield stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. MIKE WHEELER: Max? How did you—? MAX: You weren’t there, Mike. When Vecna came for me. You weren’t there for any of them. She glared at him. MAX: Do you even care about anyone other than Eleven? Mike opened his mouth, but no words came out. Max tilted her head, her eyes darkened. MAX: Y’know, it’s gonna be really sad when she leaves you. Which she will. Because you’re just… a loser. Her voice distorted. The corners of her lips stretched too wide. MAX/PENNYWISE: But don’t worry. In the end, you and Eleven can share my fate! You can float too! The last words came out in Pennywise’s voice, layered and grotesque. Mike stumbled backward as Max’s face twisted, her eyes lit up with a dead white glow. Her mouth opened wide to reveal rows of jagged teeth. NANCY WHEELER: Mike! Nancy and Robin burst in through the door. Pennywise let out a hideous laugh and vanished. Mike gasped, gripping the shelf behind him. ROBIN: Well, that’s nightmare fuel. Nancy stood beside Mike and gripped his shoulders. NANCY WHEELER: Mike! Are you okay? Mike nodded, clearly still shook. MIKE WHEELER: We need to end this. Fast. NEIBOLT STREET The Well House loomed. Its decayed exterior practically breathed with ill intent. Nancy Thompson and her team stood before it. Mike Hanlon gestured toward the crumbling structure. MIKE HANLON: This is where it started. The first time we faced IT. RICHIE TOZIER: Yeah, it made too much sense IT would shack up here. This place is a junkie paradise. Fellow Dream Warrior, Taryn White, turned to Nancy. TARYN WHITE: Are we going in? Nancy hesitated. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her shotgun. NANCY THOMPSON: I don’t know yet. I wanted to see it for myself first. I don’t want to rush in without a plan. The other Dream Warrior in their group, Roland, looked up and down the street where they stood. ROLAND: Whatever we do, let’s do it fast. This whole town gives me the creeps. He glanced over at Mike Hanlon. ROLAND: No offense. Mike Hanlon shook his head. MIKE HANLON: None taken. You’re right to feel that way. A new voice interrupted them. PENNYWISE: My, my. Guests? And I didn’t even set the table. They whirled around. Pennywise loomed over the house’s entrance, dressed as a demented chef with a wide grin. The malevolent entity focused on Mike Hanlon and Richie. PENNYWISE: Looks like I can add some classic recipes. He then turned to the Dream Warriors. PENNYWISE: But don’t worry! There’s always room for new flavors. With a theatrical flourish, he lifted the lid off a silver platter. revealing a writhing pile of worms and maggots. PENNYWISE: Dig in. Pennywise disappeared into the haunted estate. Nancy Thompson didn't flinch. She turned to Mike Hanlon. NANCY THOMPSON: If we do this, we should skip the front door and go through the sewers, right? MIKE HANLON: It’s the only way to end IT. Richie Tozier grinned. RICHIE: And Lucky for us, this time we’ve got three pros at dreamland monster-slaying. Right, Nancy? Nancy Thompson nodded. NANCY THOMPSON: Then let’s get ready. DERRY PUBLIC LIBRARY (BACK TABLE) Nancy Wheeler, Robin, Ben, Beverly, and Mike Wheeler gathered around to plan their assault. Nancy turned to Ben and Beverly NANCY WHEELER: Tell us everything about your last fight with Pennywise. Every detail. Robin flipped open a notebook, ready to write. ROBIN: I love homework that involves clown murder. Ben exhaled and began speaking. He and Beverly explained about their fight in the sewer and IT’s dead lights. When they were done, Robin looked over her notes. ROBIN: So, is the plan to follow this formula again since it worked before? NANCY WHEELER: Some parts of it. But we can’t just do everything the same. I would assume IT has learned from its last defeat. We need to be smart. Mike Wheeler nodded, and a thought suddenly came to him. MIKE WHEELER: I know this is a bad time, but Nancy—are you sure you don’t want to try Dungeons and Dragons? You are really good at strategizing. Nancy scoffed with annoyance. NANCY WHEELER: Mike, focus.

Another great tourney entry. @Culwych1, I enjoyed the tie in matches as well. Unfortunately, I didn't get to them in time or have the chance to look up Baki characters. Now that I have, I think Shang-Chi can still take this, but it's close.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Bonus Match #3 BONUS MATCH #2 RESULTS The fluorescent lights flickered erratically inside the dimly lit Spirit Halloween store. A cold draft rattled through the cheaply made animatronic displays; The hanging ghosts swayed ominously. Jamie Lloyd stumbled through the aisles and clutched at the deep gash on her arm. Her breathing was ragged, her heart hammered against her ribs. Sweat and blood intertwined on her pale skin as she desperately tried to escape. She reached out telepathically into the abyss. He was here. And she needed him. Outside the store, a silent shadow loomed. A dark figure in a jumpsuit and a pale mask. Michael Myers remained motionless for a long moment before he stepped forward. Inside, Jamie turned a corner and froze. A row of mannequins wearing cheap horror costumes stood before her. Then, with a shriek of manic laughter, one of the mannequins burst to life. TIFFANY: Boo, brat! The knife plunged deep into Jamie’s abdomen. She gasped, eyes wide, before collapsing to the floor. Tiffany grinned wickedly. She wiped the blood from her blade onto her wedding dress. TIFFANY: Awww, I hate to kill another girl with taste, but them’s the breaks, sweetie. The store doors creaked open. Michael Myers stepped inside. TIFFANY: Aaah, big guy finally showed up! You know, I gotta say, I am a fan of the silent type. Michael didn’t hesitate. He walked forward, knife in hand, and ignored Tiffany’s attempt at witty banter. Meanwhile, hidden in the store’s backroom, Chucky watched gleefully as a series of rigged traps spring into motion. A bucket filled with nails tipped over from a shelf, a loose cable sparked near Michael’s feet, and a flood of cheap Halloween props cascaded down like a plastic avalanche. Michael walked straight through it all, unaffected. CHUCKY Oh, come on! That was perfectly timed! TIFFANY: Uh, Plan B? We need a Plan B. Chu… Michael impaled Tiffany mid-sentence. She choked, looked down at the massive kitchen knife lodged in her chest and collapsed next to Jamie. CHUCKY: Oh, hell no! Chucky lunged at Michael, tiny knife in hand, but Michael merely grabbed him by the throat. Without hesitation, he slammed the possessed doll’s head straight through a glass display case. Michael stepped over the remains of the murderous duo and knelt beside Jamie’s body. Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and exited the Spirit Halloween store. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira sat on her couch, one leg draped over the other, her expression one of disappointment. Her co-host, Randy Meeks, sat beside her and shook his head. ELVIRA: Well, there goes another Bonus Match Final Girl. Bummer. RANDY: Just more proof that they didn’t belong in the main tournament. Look, I loved Jamie, but she was doomed the second she stepped into a knife fight with Tiffany. ELVIRA: I suppose. But it is now time for our next Bonus Match. It looks a little more promising. RANDY: Oh, absolutely. This one’s got some real heavy hitters. ELVIRA: You know, Randy, everyone thinks of Final Girls as teen scream queens or college coeds running from masked maniacs. But sometimes, the term applies to women who’ve got a little more... experience. Elvira leaned forward and batted her eyelashes seductively. ELVIRA: Like yours truly. RANDY: You definitely fit the bill, but right now we’re focusing on two other Final Girls who happen to be grown women and who have been through the ringer and back. One’s an award-winning investigative journalist, and the other has survived the literal future of horror. ELVIRA: Ohhh, sounds intriguing. Care to introduce them? RANDY: First, we have the ever-intrepid, sharp-tongued Gale Weathers. You know her, you love her, and if you’ve ever been in her way, she’s probably run you over with a news van. She’s survived multiple Ghostface massacres, outwitted some of the most deranged killers, and done it all while maintaining perfect hair. ELVIRA: Not to mention she gave Dewey a shot. That alone takes guts. RANDY: And competing against her in this challenge, we have the scientist turned badass, Rowan LaFontaine. She was the only one with enough brains and brawn to actually put Jason Voorhees on ice…literally! And she survived being launched into the future, dealing with cyborg killers, and watching Uber Jason tear through a spaceship. If anyone can handle the unknown, it’s her. ELVIRA: She’s definitely not your average slasher survivor. What’s their challenge? RANDY: Oh, just a little fight to the death with everyone’s favorite gold-obsessed monster: the Leprechaun. ELVIRA: Ah-ha! I overheard that the pint-sized terror was green with envy when he found out Chucky and Tiffany got some time in the spotlight. RANDY: Well, he can consider this his chance at redemption. The challenge is simple: survive and defeat the Leprechaun inside a bank filled to the brim with gold, some of it his, some he wants to claim. Whoever lasts the longest or takes him out first wins. ELVIRA: You just know he’s gonna be touchy about people touching his treasure. RANDY: Exactly. And as always, our Final Girls won’t be heading in blind. There’s a special guest waiting to give them some advice. LUCKY'S NATIONAL BANK Inside the massive vault-lined bank, gold bars glistened under security lights. Gale Weathers waltzed in; her high heels clicked against the marble floor. She crossed her arms. GALE: This is absolutely ridiculous. I knew Sidney was gonna rope me into some insane horror nonsense again. Rowan LaFontaine stood beside her also with her arms folded. ROWAN: Trust me, lady. I’m still deciding if this is stranger than getting frozen for 400 years and waking up on a spaceship with Jason Voorhees. I must have some rotten luck. A figure emerged from the shadows, it was Tory Redding, the original Leprechaun survivor. TORY: You two are gonna need all the luck you can get. Tory eyed Gale curiously. TORY: Wait... do I know you? GALE: Hmm, probably. I’m an award-winning journalist. Been on TV plenty. TORY: No. I don’t think that’s it. Tory shook her head. TORY: Anyway, listen up, you cannot underestimate this thing. He’s tricky, sadistic, and has more magic than you can shake a stick at. But he does have weaknesses. Tory detailed the Leprechaun’s tendencies, his obsession with his gold, and ways to counteract his magic. She handed them four leaf clovers, wrought iron, wished them well, and departed. ROWAN: Well, from the sounds of it at least he won’t be the size of Jason. GALE: And at least he won’t be wearing a stupid Ghostface mask... I hope.

Cool Clash, Broadway. I'm going with the Mighty Ducks! Could see some bizarre cross friendships forming from these groups.