JohnnyChany

Glad you guys are enjoying it. I have been having a lot of fun putting it together thus far.

A great addition to your story. Xenia is one of my favorite Bond villains. I haven't seen Kate, will have to look into it.

I originally thought this was aimed at your competitors, which judging by your entry... very fair lol. My entry: A little battle of bluster between two headstrong pirate captains.

FEAST OR FAMINE The scent of roasted meats, fresh-baked bread, and buttery seafood filled the air as Jewelry Bonney leaned back on her captain’s chair. It was a rickety throne cobbled together from mismatched planks and crates, but it still commanded respect. The Bonney Pirates' camp sprawled across the sandy clearing of a remote island, one of those unnamed dots on the map that pirates loved for hiding loot and roasting boars without Marine interference. Bonney, with her pink hair tied in a messy ponytail, gnawed on a drumstick with carnivorous glee. "This," she declared through a mouth full of meat, "is the life. Big scores, bigger feasts, and absolutely zero problems." Her crewmates cheered around the bonfire. They clinked their mugs in celebration. Nearby, a ship quietly anchored just beyond the rocks, the vessel of the Lillien Knights had arrived in search of their next score. Bonne Jenet stood at the helm. Her golden locks fluttered in the sea breeze. She pulled on her captain’s hat. With one hand on her hip, she used the other to gesture dramatically to her crew. "Treasure. Right. There," she proclaimed. She pointed toward a makeshift fort near the Bonney Pirates' camp. "And they're too busy stuffing their faces to notice. Classic amateurs." "Captain, are we really stealing from people having a feast?" her cook, Remy, asked as he adjusted his bandana. "Feels wrong. Like taking candy from a kid." Jenet smirked. "Exactly. Easy, breezy, beautiful. Now move!" Back at Bonney’s camp, two of her crewmates finished off their plates, Potato and Gyogyo. "We’re outta roast pig," Gyogyo grunted. Jewelry’s eyes widened. “Do something about it.” Potato sighed. "Fine, we’ll go check the stash." They trudged toward the fort, and laughed about their captain, “The Big Eater”. That laughter died when they rounded the corner and found half a dozen Lillien Knights hauling treasure into sacks. Potato blinked. "Uh, Gyogyo? Pretty sure those aren’t our guys." Jenet, already sitting on a barrel of gold coins, perked up. "Well, well! New friends!" She hopped down, hands on her hips, striking a pose that practically sparkled under the moonlight. "Handsome and observant. You boys guarding this treasure all by yourselves?" Gyogyo was confused. "Are you trying to flirt with us while robbing us?" "Multi-tasking. A woman of many talents." Jenet leaned in and batted her eyelashes. "But, if you’re feeling generous, maybe you forget you saw us, and I’ll make sure to find a way to express my gratitude." Gyogyo scratched his head. "What kinda gratitude we talkin' here?" "Gyogyo!” Potato snapped. "We’re pirates, not idiots!" "Speak for yourself," Gyogyo muttered. His eyes drifted toward Jenet’s smile, oblivious to the other Lillien Knights who walked away with their treasure. "Oi!" came a new voice. "Where's the grub?!" Bonney herself stormed onto the scene with her hands on her hips. "I send you two idiots for food, and I find you drooling over some frilly girl pirate?" Jenet gasped. "Frilly? Honey, this is couture." Bonney ignored her as her eyes turned to notice the half-emptied fort. "Wait a damn minute. Where’s the rest of my treasure?!" "Long gone, darling," Jenet grinned. She spun a gold coin between her fingers. "But you’re welcome to donate more." Bonney’s face darkened. "This was one of our first big scores! Months of raiding, brawling, and barely scraping by!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Jenet. "You’re not leaving with that treasure." "Captain!" one of Jenet’s men shouted. He peeked around the corner of the fort. "We… uh… have company." And there they were, Bonney’s full crew, stomping toward the fort with cutlasses drawn. From the opposite side, the rest of the Lillien Knights emerged. Their weapons glinted under the moonlight. Tension crackled in the air. Until… "Wait!" Remy, Jenet's cook, stepped forward. He waved his spatula like a white flag. "Look, I overheard your crew was on the lookout for more food, right? I’ll cook you a feast. Real delicacies. You’ll forget all about this treasure business." Bonney snorted. "Forget the treasure for a feast? All my men are chefs. What need do I have for your cooking?" Remy grinned. "None of your chefs are from South Town. I can make dishes none of your men have ever seen with ingredients you can’t get when you spend all your time out at sea." Bonney paused. She did not want to relinquish her treasure, but this was a tempting offer tailor made for her. "Absolutely not!" Jenet cut in. "We’re not bribing them with dinner. This is about pride!" She stepped to Jewelry Bonney. "One-on-one. You and me. And if you win..…you get your treasure back and the feast. But when I win, we get to sail off richer and you get nothing but the knowledge of losing to the superior pirates." Bonney’s eyes sparkled. "You’re on, frills." Within moments, both crews got to work. Crates were pushed aside, torches were lit, and a makeshift fighting ring formed from barrels and rope was created. Bonney rolled her shoulders, and cracked her knuckles, while Jenet stretched dramatically. "Hope you’re ready to eat sand," Bonney taunted. Jenet blew a kiss. "Sand is all you will have left to chew on after my victory." The crews cheered as the two pirate captains squared off with treasure, pride, and dinner on the line.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Round 1: Match 8 MATCH 6 RESULTS Erin Hardesty panted from running, her face was streaked with sweat and grime, and her eyes were wide with pance. Her hand trembled as she clutched the tire iron she had found in the swamp after losing her knife. Every rev of the chainsaw sent her mind back to the hell of the Hewitt house. The monstrous form of the vengeful Victor Crowley, towering and blood-soaked, crashed through the underbrush, his chainsaw roared with hunger. VICTOR: RRAAAAGH! Erin dove behind a thick cluster of overhanging branches, her breath shallow as the chainsaw's buzz grew near. She held the tire iron close, her muscles tensed. She was ready to strike if the moment presented itself. Suddenly a different noise rang out. HEATHER: Hey, swamp freak! Heather Miller’s voice was cold and confident. She buried her hatchet into Victor’s back. He stumbled forward with a monstrous howl. HEATHER: Sorry, but you’re no Leatherface. Just a pale imitation. Victor’s fury reignited. With a roar, he turned and barreled toward Heather, swinging wildly. She ducked and wove through the trees as the chainsaw sliced through bark and branches, inadvertently cluttering Victor’s path to his intended victim. The sudden honk of a jeep horn caught Heather off guard. A weathered Sheriff rolled up near her with his window down. SHERIFF: Hey, kid! Get in! I can get you out of here! Heather's eyes narrowed. Memories of the crooked sheriff from Newt who tied her up clouded her judgment. She backed away. HEATHER: Not a chance. The Sheriff turned off the engine and stepped out. He lifted his hand in an appeasing fashion. SHERIFF: You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not with him. I just want to help." At this point, Erin had made her way to where the action was. She raced straight to the jeep. ERIN: Get in! We gotta go! The Sheriff regarded her with some shock and confusion and then looked back at Heather. SHERIFF: I’m not leaving anyone behind. You heard the girl, it’s time to go. Before the Sheriff could say more, Victor burst from the brush. The Sheriff quickly grabbed his gun but Victor’s monstrous blade decapitated him in one brutal swing. HEATHER: You bastard! She snatched up the Sheriff’s fallen pistol and fired immediately upon Victor. He toppled over into the murky water. Heather approached his body cautiously, her breath heavy. She gritted her teeth. HEATHER: You better stay down, you son of a— But Victor's eyes snapped open. With a guttural roar, he rose up and drove the hatchet she planted into his back straight through her chest. Erin jumped into the driver’s seat of the jeep and floored the gas pedal. She slammed it into Victor. His body thudded underneath the tires. He started to rise and she hit him again. And again. And again. Mud, blood, and swamp water splattered the windshield. Finally, Victor’s body was motionless. Erin stepped out and ran over to Heather. She cradled her as she choked out her last breaths. HEATHER:...Look after my cousin. He shouldn’t be alone… Erin’s face contorted with rage and sorrow. HOST CHECK=IN Randy Meeks stood next to Elvira with his chest puffed out. His confidence as a host had clearly grown with each passing match. RANDY: And there you have it, folks! Erin Hardesty with the win…and what a win it was! Elvira shook her head and then leaned forward. ELVIRA: I just keep thinking about the end. I mean, what a final request! 'Look after my cousin'? Really? She says that to Erin of all people. Awkward much? Randy shrugged. RANDY: People can say some weird shit when they are facing death. ELVIRA: I must say, though, if I’m ever on a road trip through some frightening terrain, I want Erin behind the wheel. What a killer! Randy nodded in agreement. RANDY: Let’s also talk about that sheriff. Shows up trying to be the hero, only to be... well, you know. Just goes to show, how you handle bystanders can not only affect the outcome for you but for them as well. This sort of thing matters in this world. ELVIRA: Absolutely. But this match has now passed. Let's get to our final Final Girl Faceoff of Round One. RANDY: We have, from the worst sleepover in the history of the Delta Alpha Kappa sorority, Kelli Presley, going against the newly divorced potential sacrifice of a demon serving family, Grace Le Domas! ELVIRA: I would think any sleepover in a Sorority House would be a nightmare from which there is no escape, and whom amongst hasn’t wondered if our in laws are in a secret pact with Hell. RANDY: Before we dive in some more on our two Final Girls, I feel the need to address the elephant in the room: ELVIRA: Please do. RANDY: I feel like there are plenty of people wondering where are Laurie? Ripley? Sarah Connor? And trust me I get it. They are absolute legends, each one of them. But there are only so many slots for so many amazing Final Girls. ELVIRA: Yeah, yeah, pitchforks down, folks! RANDY: Just as in the case of Tina Shepard, not every great Final Girl is a clean fit for the bracket. But also just like Tina, they will all get their chance to shine before this tournament is done. I guarantee you. ELVIRA: For now, let us cast our eyes on our current contenders. RANDY: Keli Presley was just your typical sorority girl staying at her sorority house. Unfortunately for her it was once occupied by a crazy young killer by the name of Billy who was now back on the scene. Yet, Keli proved herself to be much more than the sorority girl stereotype when she not only survived the killing spree, but also took down both Billy and his disfigured sister… uh daughter… uh Agnes. ELVIRA: This matchup is just full of freaky families. RANDY: Speaking of freaky families, when Grace married into the Le Domas family she ended up getting much more than she bargained for. Turns out the wealthy elites amassed their fortune when one of their ancestors made a deal with a demon named Le Bail. Now to satisfy that deal every new member of the family was forced to play a game that usually resulted in them being sacrificed. Grace survived. And was the only person not to be exploded by the sun. ELVIRA: I was thinking she should probably go back to her maiden name, but as the only Le Domas still standing there is some money to be made… if she goes back for her ring. RANDY: It’s like I always say, every rich family has skeletons in their closet, and sometimes it’s literal. ELVIRA: Randy, tell them about tonight’s challenge for Grace and Kelli. RANDY: Like you observed earlier, these two Final Girls are connected, not only by being put in dangerous situations in a space they couldn’t walk away from, but also by being exposed to some messed up families. So why not combine the two. Elvira perked up. RANDY: As we speak, Kelli and Grace are being driven to Ruggsville, where they will be dropped off at a somewhat infamous tourist trap outside of town and will have to survive the night with the Firefly Family. Elvira’s eyes lit up. ELVIRA: It’s guaranteed to be quite the spectacle. Enjoy the show, boils and ghouls. CAPTAIN SPAULDING'S MUSEUM OF MONSTERS AND MADMEN Kelli and Grace arrived at a rundown gas station connected to a bizarre roadside attraction, Captain Spaulding’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen. Kelli observed the dark clouds forming above them. KELLI: Because of course there’s a storm. Grace frowned at the grimy, dilapidated building in front of them. The owner and proprietor of the establishment made his presence known and greeted the Final Girls in his cracked clown makeup and rotted yellow teeth. CAPTAIN SPAULDING: Howdy folks! Welcome, welcome! Y’all ready for some fun? Grace folded her arms. GRACE: I didn’t know what to expect. But this… this is our challenge? Spaulding let out a chuckle that thinly veiled its dark overtones. SPAULDING: Naw... your real fun’s waitin’ down the road. Farmhouse. Real cozy. He grinned at the ladies. SPAULDING: But hey. You sure you don’t wanna see the sights first? We’ve got an alligator boy and my famous Murder Ride. As the only ones here I could give you both the VIP treatment! KELLI: Pass. GRACE: Yeah. We'll face whatever’s ahead—head-on. Captain Spaulding scoffed. SPAULDING: Suit yourselves. Shame. Could be your last chance for a laugh. He tossed them a tattered map with directions to their destination. He chuckled again. SPAULDING: Y’all be careful now. That farmhouse? Folks there just love company. So much, you may never leave. GRACE: I’ll take my chances. The women turned and headed down the road. Spaulding's face contorted into a scowl as he watched them leave. KELLI: Should we have asked him more about what is waiting for us in that farmhouse? GRACE: Something that wants to kill us I’m sure. I don’t know how helpful he would have been even if we had asked him more questions, He seemed like a real creep,

Going with the dinosaur and the Red Ribbon general.

Last day to vote for match 6.

If it's possible I would also appreciate this.

Can it be a fictional professional wrestler (like Mike Haggar or King of Dinosaurs)?

The private room of the Thai generals was thick with cigar smoke and the stench of corruption. Three men sat around an elaborate mahogany table with glasses of expensive whiskey in hand. They discussed their most prized enforcer. "Fahkumram has been efficient," the first general said, swirling his glass. "No one dares oppose us when he's around." "Efficient, yes," the second general added, "but he’s also dangerous. The man is a beast, but he only fights because we hold his family. That’s a tenuous leash." The first general leaned forward. "That’s why we need options. I’ve been thinking about Apachai Hopachai. You remember him?" The second general scoffed. "The Death God of Muay Thai? He vanished years ago. Rumors say he’s training some weaklings in Japan." "I saw him in action before he left. That man could level trees and crumple cars with his strikes. He had the leg strength to leap several meters into the air." The third general shook his head. "Fahkumram is irreplaceable. There’s no proof Apachai would be better than him." "Then let’s find out," the second general said with a sly grin. "Put them against each other. If Apachai wins, we recruit him. If Fahkumram wins, we confirm we have the best." "And if we lose Fahkumram in the process?" the third general asked, his voice tight. "If he sees this as a way out, he’ll throw the fight." "We don’t tell him," the first general replied. "Make him believe his family’s safety depends on guarding an important deal. He’ll fight with everything he has." The third general exhaled. "Fine. But even if he wins, what if Apachai refuses to cooperate?" "He’s a simple man," the first general sneered. "Easily manipulated." The three clinked their glasses together and adjourned with an intent to put their plan in motion. At the Ryozanpaku dojo, Apachai sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Honoka Shirahama, younger sister of the Ryozankpaku disciple, Kenichi, excitedly move her Othello pieces. They were the only two at the dojo currently and enjoying one of their regular play dates. "Apapapapapah!" he cheered as she claimed more tiles. "I’m getting even better! One day soon, I’ll beat Akisame!" Honoka declared. A knock at the gate startled them. Honoka jumped up. "That must be my delivery! I saved up for a present for Kenichi!" She dashed off, leaving Apachai humming happily to himself. Minutes passed. Then more. Apachai frowned. "Honoka?" he called out. He received no response. Apachai grew uneasy, he stood and walked to the gate. There, taped to the wood, was a note. Come to the docks if you want to save your little friend. Apachai’s jovial nature evaporated in an instant. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted into the night. At the docks, the three generals stood beneath the dim glow of overhead lamps. A van pulled up, and armed men stepped out, wheeling a massive restrained figure forward. Heavy iron shackles bound his wrists and ankles, and thick chains wrapped his torso like a steel cocoon. Fahkumram, a towering colossus at seven feet five inches, glared at the generals. His body, a living testament to war and hardship, was rippled with scars and tattoos. "How many more?" he asked. "How many more fights before you release my family?" The first general smiled. "Your job is almost complete. Tonight, you guard this area. No one gets past. We have important business to attend to and expect some unwanted company." With a nod, the guards unshackled him. He stretched his massive arms. His muscles flexed like coiled steel. Without another word, he took his place, waiting. A short time later, Apachai arrived at the docks, his breath heavy, his eyes darting around. "Honoka!" he called out repeatedly. He stalked through the maze of crates and shipping containers. His eyes scanned every shadow. Then, he found a hidden corner of the area, well lit, and heard voices in the distance. Fahkumram stepped forward to impede his path with fists clenched. "You can’t go any further," Fahkumram declared. “I am here for Honoka! Return her to Apachai!” “I don’t know that name. Try someplace else.” “Apachai was told to come here for his friend. Apachai is here. Where is friend?” “One last time, turn around and leave this place.” Apachai shook his head. ‘No. I will ask those other men I hear. I will ask everyone until I find Honoka!” Fahkumram exhaled slowly, then raised his fists. "It didn't have to be this way," he said softly. The Death God of Muay Thai and the Indomitable Giant of Thailand squared off, the air thick with tension. The battle was set, and only one would stand victorious.

Great continuation of your story. Good go either way. I'm picking Juggernaut. I don't think this version of the Titans can't beat him on first try.

A shoutout to @Macklemore whose suggestion for how Sidney vs. Julie would turn out helped inform the flow of the match.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Round 1: Match 7 MATCH 5 RESULTS INTERROGATION ROOM SHOWDOWN Julie James panted as she reached the interrogation room that had been shown to her on the video screen. Her boyfriend, Ray Bronson, lay beaten on the ground. Julie rushedly woke him up and struggled to lift him. JULIE: Come on, Ray… we have to get you out of here. Ray spoke with a weakened voice. RAY: Julie… you should leave me. Save yourself while you can. Julie ignored him. Determination burned in her eyes as she pulled him toward the door. The dim lights flickered above them. The moment she stepped toward the exit, a hulking figure loomed in the doorway. MATTHEW CORDELL: No one escapes. Julie barely dodged as Cordell swung his nightstick and smashed a dent into the metal doorframe. She shoved Ray behind her and pulled a shard of broken glass from the floor. Julie held it in front of her defensively. JULIE: You’re not taking me down that easy. Cordell lunged at her; his sheer brute strength sent her crashing into the wall. Julie scrambled away just in time as he drew his gun and fired off a shot that barely missed. She retaliated by slashing at his exposed face with the glass shard, cutting into his scarred flesh. Ray groaned as he struggled to stand. RAY: Julie… watch out! Ray threw himself at Cordell in a desperate attempt to protect Julie. The Maniac Cop was too strong. With a sickening crack, Cordell snapped Ray’s neck and dropped his lifeless body to the floor. JULIE: NO! Before Cordell could turn his attention back to Julie, another gunshot rang out. Sidney Prescott stood in the doorway, her weapon smoking. SIDNEY: Hey, officer. You have the right to remain dead. She charged at Cordell and engaged him in a fierce fight. Cordell slammed Sidney into the wall, but she recovered quickly, striking him in the head with the butt of her gun. He staggered backwards, but didn't fall. Sidney dodged his next two attacks and landed a blow of her own. Finally, Sidney seized an opening, driving Cordell’s own nightstick through his throat. The hulking cop gurgled and dropped to his knees, then collapsed to the floor. Sidney took her gun and fired upon Cordell repeatedly for good measure. Sidney breathed in heavily as she turned to Julie. SIDNEY: There’s no reason why we both can’t survive this. I’ll help you… after I find Dewey. Julie, grief-stricken, nodded as she knelt beside Ray’s lifeless body. Soon after, Sidney stumbled into another interrogation room, the one where Dewey Riley sat tied to a chair with blood trickling down his face. He was groggy but conscious. He looked up as Sidney approached him. DEWEY: Sid… you saved me again. Sorry I couldn’t be more help. Sidney untied him and helped him up. DEWEY: You’re amazing. You always were. Sidney offered him a small, sad smile, and steadied him as they prepared to leave. HOST CHECK-IN Randy Meeks and Elvira appeared. Elvira again lounged on her red couch as Randy pumped his fist with excitement. RANDY: YES! Sidney takes the win! And Dewey’s safe! I can breathe again. ELVIRA: Julie may have survived, but Sidney was the one to take down the Maniac Cop and save her hostage. That makes her the winner. Randy beamed with pride. RANDY: No arguments here. ELVIRA: Randy, I must say, between having my poster on your wall and pining over Sidney, you’ve got good taste in women. Randy blushed. RANDY: I told you, I… I do not have a crush on Sidney. ELVIRA: Oh sure. Your secret is totally safe with me and all of our viewers. Randy cleared his throat. RANDY: Moving on! Sidney won because she took out the threat before going after her friend. Julie did not go with that strategy, and it cost her. ELVIRA: I think you were right; Sidney may go far in this tournament. But let’s talk about who might be joining her and the other first round winners in the next round. Elvira stood up from her couch. ELVIRA: Match seven! From an unforgettably violent family reunion in Columbia, Missouri we have Erin Harson and opposite her, now that she has been rescued from Bounty Island, will be Jennifer Remming. RANDY: Oh man, this is the battle of survivalists. Erin Harson? She’s never in danger…she is the danger. She used her experience from growing up in a survivalist compound to take down an entire gang of masked killers using only her wits, weapons, and sheer brutality. ELVIRA: And Jennifer? RANDY: Jenn may seem like a surprising pick for the Final Girl Face-Off to some horror fans out there, but you need to put some respect on her name. She took out a sea monster while stranded on that island. Her ability to use her environment to her advantage makes her a perfect opponent for Erin. Their challenge will be a trip down to Texas and a faceoff with Leatherface. ELVIRA: I love how this tournament flows from one thing to the next. Our last pairing featured two Final Girls closely tied to the chainsaw wielding legend, and now we will get an appearance from the man himself. In fact, we will get to see two of them. RANDY: That’s right. Due to the fact that the Texas Chainsaw Massacre has multiple timelines with multiple versions of Leatherface, Elvira was given the greenlight by the Powers That Be to use her Mistress of the Dark Arts abilities to bring us two Leatherfaces. Elvira winked with a smirk. RANDY: Jenn and Erin will be placed in separate farmhouses. They’ll have time to gather weapons and make traps before Leatherface is unleashed. Whoever survives the longest—or takes him out the fastest—wins. ELVIRA: It will be like Home Alone, but R-rated! RANDY: Kevin McCallister could only dream of being as badass as these two ladies. ELVIRA: I can’t wait to see what they come up with! FARMHOUSE PREPERATION ERIN: Alright, let’s do this. Erin scavenged throughout the house, she set up makeshift traps, tripwires rigged to swinging hatchets, broken glass scattered beneath windows, and boards with nails facing upward. She sharpened kitchen knives and secured a shotgun she found in an upstairs closet. In the other farmhouse, Jennifer took a moment to gather her thoughts before she sprang into action. JENN: I’ve fought a monster before. This can’t be much different. Jenn created pitfall traps. She set up jagged wooden spikes beneath the floorboards. She gathered flammable materials, ready to set a blaze if necessary. A hidden knife was tucked into her boot, and she tied a length of rope to use for potential strangulation. Over the next several hours, the respective farmhouses settled into an eerie silence as Erin and Jennifer completed their preparation. And then the distant sound of chains rattling broke the silence. Vrinnnn! Vrinnnn! Dual chainsaws roared to life. The battle began.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Round 1: Match 6 MATCH 4 RESULTS SAMANTHA CARPENTER'S ATTEMPT Samantha Carpenter gripped her knife while breathing heavily. SAM: You’re not real… you’re not real… The mausoleum echoed with the groans of twisted, reanimated versions of her past. There was the bodega clerk who had protected her and her beloved sister, Tara, from Ghostface, now a decayed, mindless puppet of the Tall Man. He lurched toward her. Behind him, Richie Kirsch, his face still bearing the wounds of their final battle, sneered as he raised a jagged piece of metal. Liv McKenzie and Anika Kayoko, their forms eerily vacant, shambled toward Sam, their Lurker forms driven by the Tall Man’s will. Samantha gritted her teeth. SAM: You all should’ve stayed dead. Sam fought fiercely, she sliced through the Lurkers, her rage and skill carried her through the horde of minions. She drove her blade into Richie’s throat, kicked Liv back into an open crypt, and used a broken tombstone to bash Anika away. Just as she thought she had a moment to breathe, a soft whirring sound filled the air. The Sentinel Sphere gleamed in the dim light. It extended its blades and zipped toward Sam. SAM: Oh, shit. She ducked and weaved between headstones, desperately trying to lose the sphere. She dodged its deadly assault for a while, even using broken pillars as cover, but the relentless sphere was faster. A sharp whirr and a spray of crimson marked the end of Sam Carpenter. The sphere embedded itself in her skull, drilling deep before dropping her lifeless body to the ground. SIENNA SHAW'S ATTEMPT Sienna stood over desecrated graves, her heart pounding. Jonathan Shaw, her little brother, stared at her with vacant, empty eyes, his body controlled by the Tall Man’s power. Behind him, her mother, a pale, ghostly figure, watched her with a sorrowful expression. SIENNA: No… you can’t be here… you’re dead. She clenched her fists as Jonathan lunged at her, and she forced herself to fight back. Every swing of her sword felt like it was cutting into her own soul, but she pressed on. When a Sentinel Sphere targeted her, she grabbed one of the Lurkers and used it as a shield. Sienna watched as the sphere sliced through the reanimated corpse instead of her. The Tall Man watched from a distance; an amused smirk spread across his gaunt face. Two Gravers worked behind him, digging an open grave. TALL MAN: For you, my dear. SIENNA: Not today. The Gravers lunged, and Sienna fought back with everything she had. She disarmed one, grabbed its shovel and, with a mighty swing, took off its head. With precision, she turned her sword on the Tall Man and cleaved through his neck. His body collapsed backward and fell perfectly into the grave dug for her. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira appeared with a welcoming and mischievous smile. Next to her, Randy Meeks shook his head with disappointment. ELVIRA: Now, we all know the Tall Man never stays dead for long, but for tonight, Sienna has secured her victory. Talk about terrifying tenacity! RANDY: I really thought Sam had it. She fought so well, but those damn Sentinel Spheres... They don’t leave much room for error." ELVIRA: Oh, cheer up, Randy. Surely, the next match should lift your spirits! Fresh from surviving massacres in Texas, we’ve got Erin Hardesty and Heather Miller! RANDY: Two survivors of Leatherface, facing off. It feels right that they go against one another. ELVIRA: Now, for all you wondering, why no Sally Hardesty representation? Well, let’s be real darlings, she screams way too much, even for me. And they’re not even the good kind of screams. RANDY: My eardrums agree. Now, let’s break down our chosen Final Girls. Erin Hardesty survived Leatherface’s rampage by outwitting and outrunning one of horror’s most brutal killers. She was resourceful, clever, and had the sheer will to survive. Heather Miller, on the other hand, had a much more complicated journey. She was thrown into the madness of the Sawyer family legacy, only to later embrace it, discovering that Leatherface was in fact her cousin. ELVIRA: Which leads us to our challenge. Both of these women survived Leatherface’s game of death, but now they’ll face something perhaps even more terrifying... Victor Crowley in the swamps of Louisiana! Elvira shivered theatrically. RANDY: For those unfamiliar, Victor Crowley is an undead, vengeful force of nature. He was cursed by his father’s failed attempt to save him from a burning house, and now, he slaughters anyone who enters his domain. He’s relentless, brutal, and worst of all... He seemingly can’t be permanently killed. ELVIRA: Not unless one of these Final Girls stumbles upon his father's ashes. RANDY: This match isn’t about slaying the beast…it’s about survival. The one who lasts the longest and escapes wins. ELVIRA: Oh, and I have a message for Heather. You won’t be able to rely on your “cuz” this time. Let’s hope some sudden revelation doesn’t convince you to try and suddenly side with Victor! RANDY: I doubt that’ll happen, but Heather’s ability to adapt might be what gives her an edge. She adjusted to the Leatherface revelation quickly, even after he had just brutally murdered her friends, maybe she can adjust to this madness too. ELVIRA: I Keep going back and forth in my mind. I honestly have no clue who’s going to take this one. But that’s what makes it exciting! RANDY: Exactly. Now, let’s take everyone on a trip to the blood-soaked bayou. HONEY ISLAND SWAMP Erin looked around and sighed as she took in her surroundings. ERIN: Great. Another nightmare. She held tight a makeshift weapon, a rusty machete she had found lodged in a tree. Her body tensed as the humid air clung to her skin. The distant sound of swamp creatures filled the air. Nearby Heather rolled her eyes. HEATHER: I swear, if my cousin isn’t being looked after during all of this, I’m going to be pissed. She picked up a discarded hatchet close to her feet and eyed it with violent intent. From the thick fog, a figure emerged. It was the hardened survivor of Victor Crowley’s wrath, Marybeth Dunston. She appeared weathered and eyed the two women with grim determination. MARYBETH: Listen up, I was brought in to help you out. You two don’t know what you’re in for. Crowley’s not just some masked slasher. He’s a goddamn hurricane of death. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t think. He just kills. ERIN: Great. Any weaknesses? MARYBETH: None. The best thing you can do is run. Stay hidden. And don’t let him get his hands on you, or you’ll end up looking like something out of a butcher shop. HEATHER: Lovely. Are you saying we can't fight back? MARYBETH: No, you can. You most likely will need too. Hack away at him with everything you got if he captures you. ERIN: Wait, are you a survivor? Are you also being made to compete in this tournament? Marybeth did not respond. Before either Heather or Erin could say more, the world around them blurred, and they were suddenly somewhere else. They now found themselves in separate areas of the swamp. The deadly game of cat and mouse had begun.

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