JohnnyChany

Good match, Boratz. Going with Boris

Must need to add more characters lol. Good job guys. Since these are all my adds I will pick Ba'Gamnan. If the plucky thieves team up against him they might have a shot but I don't see them trusting each other enough to do that.

This was a fantastic draft inspired match. I didn't get to vote in time I would have put Chaos over the top. Great job Culwych.

Good to see you again making matches, SSJRuss. I've got Ernest fumbling his way to victory.

Pop Idol, Athena Asamiya stood before a throng of reporters and flashing cameras, her vibrant smile commanding attention. She was flanked by her Team Psycho Soldiers comrades, Sie Kensou, Chin Gentsai, Bao, and Momoko. It was certainly a strange collection of people for the music megastar to surround herself with in front of the press for this particular event, but she insisted on their presence for moral support. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me today.,” she began. “As you may know, I was invited to perform at this year's Grammy Awards. However, I regret to inform you that I will not be gracing the stage and I have declined the offer." A ripple of surprise coursed through the room, and questions erupted like a storm. Athena continued, her voice resolute. "I cannot, in good conscience, participate in an event that perpetuates discrimination. The Grammy Awards have overlooked one of my favorite artists, Alison Blaire, better known to the world as Dazzler. She had a massively popular album this year and it is also the anniversary of her very first release this year. I was confused at first, but It's clear to me now that their reluctance to honor her is due to her status as a mutant." After a brief moment, the air in the room was again filled with questions as a camera transitioned to a local news reporter detailing the story. “That was pop sensation, Athena Asamiya, yesterday afternoon turning down the opportunity to perform at this year’s Grammy awards in solidarity with veteran singer and performer, Dazzler. For their part the Grammys have released an official statement in response asking Athena to reconsider in light of the fact that they have formally invited Dazzler to the show to perform in honor of the anniversary of her first album,” the reporter informed. “They even added that it was the plan all along and they just wanted to keep it a surprise. Call me skeptical, but I think the Grammys panicked and didn’t want to lose the chance to book Athena Asamiya on their telecast and ensure the viewership of her throngs of fans that fall into that oh so targeted young demographic they desperately want to reach.” A television showing this newscast was turned off by Dazzler herself inside of her loft. She was currently being visited by her old X-Men teammate, Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler. Kurt had come to check on his old friend after the original press conference had gone viral. “Have you already received the official invitation?” asked Kurt. “Yeah,” replied Allison. “Have you given them a response?” “Not yet,” Allison admitted. She appeared contemplative. “I’ve been thinking it over, I think that reporter is almost certainly right and it’s frustrating me.” Kurt shrugged. “And what if he is right? It’s still a great opportunity is it not?” “It’s not that simple.” “Ah, but it is, fraulein. Whatever the motivation for you being there is, it still doesn’t negate the positive impact your presence can have on the always fragile human mutant dynamic. It is imperative that we as X-Men take advantage of these opportunities.” Allison considered Kurt’s words as he suddenly teleported to one of her walls in the loft. The wall was covered with instruments and musical memorabilia. “Also, just as important if not more so, is this opportunity will give you the opportunity to do something you almost never get to do.” “Kurt, I perform all the time.” “Not like this. You spend so much time helping out the x-men, hanging out with us, and connecting with the mutant side of your identity. How often do you get the chance to rub elbows with your peers in the music industry? Being an entertainer is an equal part of your identity yet you are so often isolated from partaking in that community as well.” Allison smiled. “I am glad it was you that decided to visit me on this day. I can see many of our other teammates trying to steer me in the opposite direction.” Kurt bowed playfully. “Always glad to be of service.” Dazzler sent out a formal acceptance to the Grammy Awards and in a couple of days time, Athena also reaccepted her invitation. A few weeks later, Athena had arrived at the venue to practice her performance. To her surprise, Dazzler was there waiting for her. Dazzler extended a hand. “We have not formally met yet, I am Allison.” Athena beamed with excitement. "Hi, I'm Athena. I’m a big fan. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” “You’re too kind,” Dazzler responded. “I wanted to make sure I came to you in person before the show to thank you for your public support for me and for mutants.” “Any time. Whenever I can use my platform for some positive change I am more than happy to do so,” Athena declared. “Well I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I know you only have a few hours of practice time,” said Dazzler. Dazzler turned to walk away, but Athena called out to her. “Hey, could I ask you for a favor?” Dazzler turned back around. “Sure.” “Do you think we could do a duet sometime? I bet our two sounds would blend together beautifully.” “Yeah, sounds great,” answered Dazzler. “Awesome. Also uh can I ask something else of you. You see, you don’t only inspire me as an entertainer but also as a fighter. I have seen some videos of your fights with the X-Men. You are amazing,” Athena complimented. “If you are free this afternoon I was hoping we could spar.” Dazzler was confused. “You’re a fighter?” “Yes ma'am. I am a member of the Psycho Soldiers. Although we are not mutants, we also have powers. We have fought against evil invading our hometown and we participate in the King of Fighters tournament. We have yet to win a tournament but I’m confident it’s only a matter of time. I think my skills have improved significantly since the last tournament and I want to see how they would stack up in a fight against one of the mighty X-Men,” Athena explained. “Ok then, have your people call my people when you're done, we’ll set it up.”

Mr. Blonde has beef with this man who is not only also using the mr. color moniker, but also has a striking resemblance to his brother, Vincent.

I echo that sentiment. I always enjoy seeing the results of your database deep dives. Definitely knew nothing about either of these picks.

I can't go for Link. Whatever that is at 1:36 it's not dancing lol.

Although Golobulus has the home field advantage in Cobra La, I'm still going with the Dragon Emperor. I just think he has more tools at his disposal and from what I can tell is more adept at personal combat as opposed to getting others to fight for him.

Nice work, Boratz. I need to brush up on some kaiju history. I had no idea that the Rhedosaurus was so influential in all that came after it. Curious to see what other hidden gems you will put out for this.

Both Rin Hibiki and Frank West lay flat on their backs, cameras in their outstretched hands, exhausted from their skirmish. The back and forth had been intense but the two were unable to declare a clear winner between the two of them. They both gasped for air for a few moments before Frank finally spoke. “Not bad kid, I could see you hold your own in a mall full of zombies,” Frank complimented. “Thanks,” replied Ran. “You aren’t too bad yourself, old man.” Frank West was incredulous. “Old man?” Both Rin and Frank sat up as they were then joined by fighting graphic designer, Isla, fresh after her own fight with Kimberly Jackson. “What are you two doing?” Isla asked. “I can’t tell if you were fighting or trying to get pictures of each other.” Rin giggled. “I guess both.” “Why?” “We were fighting over the same gig. Official photographer of the upcoming Capcom vs. SNK tournament,” answered Frank. “Couldn’t you both be photographers for the tournament?” Isla asked. “Huh?” “There’s two sides, right?” Isla reasoned. “Couldn’t you both be photographers and each pick a side to follow.” “I mean I guess we could, but we both come from the Capcom side. Would they even allow one of us on the SNK side?” Frank wondered. “I could ask Kyosuke if he made any connections on that side from when he was in the previous Capcom vs. SNK tournament,” stated Rin. Isla offered her hand to Rin. “No need. I can get you in and since you know someone who was in the previous tournament maybe you can help me out too.” Rin smiled. “It’s a deal.” Rin took Isla’s hand and helped herself up. The two young fighters started to walk and talk. “I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me,” Frank called out to them sarcastically. “Is this Kyosuke friend of yours from the World Warrior tournament?” Isla asked Rin. “No,” replied Rin. “We both attend Taiyo High School and were involved in some high profile tournaments against other rival schools in martial arts. They were pretty popular for a time, although Kyosuke was the only one to get invited to one of the crossover tournaments. I feel like we are being forgotten about now. Akira from Seijyun High was recently invited to the fifth World Warriors tournament, but that’s it. That’s why I wanted to be the main photographer so badly. Figured it was a way to get myself in.” Isla nodded. “I get it. I feel the same way about my artwork. I wonder who else is trying to force their way in?” “I’m sure there are several,” guessed Rin. Elsewhere, the fight between Brian Battler and Shoma Sawamura raged on. Their teammates Lucky Glauber and Natsu Ayuharawatched intently. Natsu became fidgety when Brian blocked Shuma’s strike with his spiked shoulder pad and then knocked Shoma back with a three-point stance charge. She and Shoma had always fought as a team before, but it was unclear if during this fight, she would be able to tag in as they normally did. After watching Brian slam Shoma to the ground, Natsu decided to take action. She pulled out her volleyball and flung it in the air, intending to spike it right on Brian’s head to break up his momentum. Before she got the chance a flying basketball knocked the volleyball out of the air. The thrower of the basketball, Lucky Glauber, waved his finger in disapproval at Natsu. “No, no, no. None of that. This is a fight between them. When your teammate falls then you will get your turn.” “But I want to fight now,” Natsu declared. “That’s not the way it works,” Lucky insisted. “Unless, I guess, you want to take me on.” Natsu stepped up to Lucky Glauber. At nearly six foot tall, the short haired volleyball player was used to being one of the taller fighters but she looked up to Lucky’s 7 foot 3 inch frame. “I’m not afraid of you, basketball player.” “Ok then.” Lucky slightly adjusted his purple backwards hat. “I promise I won't be too rough.” “I’m going to spike your lanky butt into the ground,” Natsu declared confidently.

As Rose Bernstein and Karin Kanzuki were going back and forth about who to invite to their joint sponsored Capcom vs. SNK tournament, several fighters weren't waiting on their invitations before taking action. Brian Battler and Lucky Glauber of the American Sports Team from the 1994 King of Fighters tournament arrived in Brian’s car in the parking lot of Gorin High School. “I don’t know man,” said Lucky. “I got to say I think we should have listened to Heavy D. We shouldn’t be coming over here to the Capcom side.” “Nonsense, this is exactly where we should be,” stated Brian. They two men exited Brian’s car and made their way to the fields in the back of Gorin High. “Are we really about to step to some high schoolers?” Lucky protested. “We don’t even know these kids.” “Think about, Lucky. We only participated in one King of Fighters tournament, right? We kept getting invitations after that but we never made it, why?” “We kept getting jumped and having our invitations stolen. We got jumped by those Orochi guys and Iori and those rivals guys,” Lucky replied. “What does that tell you?” asked Brian. “That we need to always stay on guard,” guessed Lucky. “Well, yes, but also that we are popular with the people. The people want to see us. and they are being denied that every time by someone trying to get the jump on us. So, this time we need to strike first,” Brian declared. “Why do you think these Gorin High kids would attack us for invitations? We don’t even have invitations for this Capcom vs. SNK tournament yet,” Lucky pointed out. “Because we are being proactive. Who do you think would benefit the most by taking us out?” Brian posited. “Another team of sports themed fighters desperate to get some long overdue recognition, perhaps.” Lucky shrugged. “Well, when you put it like that.” “The way I figure it, even if they are not thinking about doing it now, if we beat them here and now they won’t ever even think about trying it later. A win win,” Brian declared. At this point the two men had reached the baseball diamond on campus and saw their two targets, star baseball player and brawler, Shoma Sawamura, and Volleyball captain and fighter, Natsu Ayuhara, standing alone by themselves. “Ah, we’ve found you,” Brian announced. Shoma was confused. “You were looking for us? Where else would we be?” “Who are you?” Natsu inquired. “I am Lucky Glauber and this is Brian Battler.” Lucky pointed to his teammate. “And we.. uh are here to challenge you.” “To a game or a fight?” asked Shoma. “A fight,” Brian responded. “No way. You guys look way too old to still be in high school. What school are you from? Are you coaches?” Natsu inquired. “No. We are from the King of Fighters American Sports Team, and we are her to take you down before you try and attack us for our invitations to the new Capcom vs. SNK tournament,” Brian declared. “Invitations we have yet to receive I should say,” added Lucky. “What are you two on about? Why would we attack you, we don’t even know who you are,” stated Natsu. “Although it would be really cool to get invited to that tournament. Everyone in school is talking about it and It’s been a while since I’ve been able to show off my moves,” said Shoma. “I knew it,” Brian accused. “Face me now and show me what you’ve got.” Shoma picked up his bat. “This whole thing seems a little weird but If you’re really here looking for a fight, I’ll give you one.” Brian smiled. “Great. You and me one on one.” Lucky pointed at Shoma’s bat. “Are you really going to use that in this fight? That doesn’t seem fair.” “I always use my bat in fights,” Shoma responded. “Don’t worry about it, Lucky. I’m not intimidated,” stated Brian. “Bat or no, we all know that football players make for better fighters than baseball players. This will be no sweat.” Shoma gripped his bat tight. “We’ll see about that.”

I think this fight would have made for a good episode of Justice League Unlimited, but it the end the Justice League comes out on top.

As night draped over the cursed town of Raccoon City, Nightstalker member, Abigail Whistler, approached the city limits, clad in her signature leather ensemble, complete with sleek combat boots and a utility belt laden with arrows., Abigail stood poised with her bow in hand, ready for whatever awaited her in the darkness. The neon glow of the "Welcome to Raccoon City" sign flickered ominously as she surveyed her surroundings. But just as she was about to step forward, a rustle behind her broke up the silence. Abigail spun on her heel, arrow notched and aimed. Before her stood a mysterious woman,cloaked in darkness, dressed in black, with a crossbow trained right back at her. The two stared at each other with intensity for a moment before the woman in black spoke. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. Abigail's brows furrowed in suspicion. "Who are you?" she demanded. Gretel's lips curled into a smirk as she lowered her crossbow ever so slightly. "I'm Gretel, world renowned witch hunter" she replied coolly. She then cocked her head ever so slightly. “And I think I know who you are.” “Doubtful,” Abigail retorted. “Yeah, you’re Abraham Whistler’s daughter. Are you not?” Abigail's grip tightened on her bow. "How do you know my father?" Gretel stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. "Your father once sought the aid of my brother and me when he mistook a witch for a vampire and wanted some pointers," she explained. "He spoke of you often, said I reminded him of you. He even showed us pictures." “Cute story.” Abigail's expression hardened. "That still doesn't explain why you're here. There are no witches in Raccoon City.” Gretel shrugged. “There are no vampires here either, only zombies. So I could ask you the same question.” “I… I wanted to test my skills against a different type of monster,” Abigail answered. “If the spread of that virus has proven anything it’s that there are more threats out there then just vampires,” Gretel smiled. “I was thinking the same thing. Hansel insisted it was a waste of time since the government is most likely going to blow this quarantined place to hell. But that’s all the more reason to get a shot at it now.” Abigail relented. “Fine we can both sneak in and go hunting, but I am warning you now stay out of my way,” But Gretel had a different proposition in mind. "Or how about we make things interesting?" she suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. "A competition. See who can put down the most zombies." Abigail raised an eyebrow, considering the offer. After a moment's pause, she extended her hand. "You're on.”. Before they set off into the city, Abigail slipped her headphones over her ears.. "Just a heads up," she remarked to Gretel with a smirk of her own.. "If you see an arrow whizzing by your head, don’t worry it's probably meant for something else that you were too slow to take down.”