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Have you ever heard of Rival Schools? That is what she is actually from. I think she premiered in Project Justice, which is the sequel, but I couldn't find any good videos that focused on her.

A storm raged outside Macbeth's estate on the outskirts of New York City. Lightning flashed across the sky. Macbeth, adorned in his leather armor and his black cloak that reached down to his ankles, stood by the fireplace. He heard the sound of someone approaching him in between the cracks of thunder. He quickly grabbed for his lightning gun and aimed it at the shadowy figure approaching from the window. He relaxed once he recognized the silhouette. “A gargoyle?” He scoffed. “I thought I might be in trouble.” As the gargoyle walked closer, the flames of the fireplace illuminated him and revealed him to be the London based gargoyle, Griff. Macbeth recalled encountering him during his confrontation with King Arthur the year prior. “It’s you. What are you doing here?” asked Macbeth. “Does that mean that Arthur is also….” “Yes,” answered a voice. The legendary King Arthur emerged from behind the muscular gargoyle and into the soft glow from the fireplace. “What are you doing here? Why are you infiltrating my home in the middle of the night?” Macbeth questioned. “I am in great need of your assistance,” replied King Arthur. “When we last parted you said that if I ever needed you to stand by my side, that you would come. That time is now.” “What has happened?” “My greatest ally and closest friend has been turned against me,” informed Arthur. “Merlin. Those dastardly Weird Sisters have put a hex on him and he has now doing their bidding and hunting me down.” Macbeth’s interest was immediately piqued by the mention of the Weird Sisters. He was stunned that the most famous sorcerer of all time could be controlled, but he was also not surprised by anything pulled off by the Weird Sisters at this point. “They seek vengeance for the battle on Avalon that woke me up,” stated Arthur. Griff piped in. “We first went searching for Goliath and his clan, but we could not find them, then his majesty remembered the pact that you two made and your long history with sorcery.” “If there is a man in this world who might be able to break the spell of the Weird Sisters, it would be you,” Arthur declared. Macbeth smiled. “I am a man of my word, and if it involves getting some payback against the Weird Sisters, even better.” After proclaiming his intention to help King Arthur and Griff, Macbeth warned them about the danger of a direct attack against the Weird Sisters, which would most certainly be part of their plan, and urged that they use some time to strategize the best approach that would also ensure the rescue of Merlin. Meanwhile, on Avalon, the Weird Sisters, Selene, Phoebe, and Luna, daughters of Oberon, reveled in their successful mystical manipulation of Merlin. “Once a mighty sorcerer, now merely our puppet,” said the golden haired sister, Phoebe. “We can use him as bait to lure the former sleeping king back to us.” The black haired sister, Selene, clenched her fists. “I would rather use him as an instrument of vengeance against Arthur.” “To do that we would have to know where Arthur has gone off to,” stated the silver haired sister, Luna. “I believe I have an idea. The three sisters’ eyes glowed with otherworldly energy and they disappeared. They returned later that night having confirmed Luna’s suspicions. They appeared before a patiently waiting Merlin, eager to follow their command. “Arthur has been found,” announced Phoebe. “He stays with Macbeth in New York City,” added Luna. “You need to take him down and bring him to us,” Selene commanded. Merlin smiled with eyes clouded with magic. “A simple matter. I had an idea while you were away and I require the Round Table.” “Of what use is that pointlessly symbolic piece of furniture?” Selene sneered. “You will see. And you won’t be disappointed,” Merlin promised. Phoebe nodded “Very well, we will fetch it. This better be good, sorcerer.” Later, the Weird Sisters returned with the Round Table and placed it in the cave. “Now if you could find my crystal ball I could summon them,” said Merlin. “I grow quickly tired of running your errands, who are you summoning with the crystal ball?” asked Seline. “Arthur King and his football team. They live in the here and now. Hundreds of years ago I summoned them from this time to help out King Arthur after he had been kidnapped by his sister Morgana. With the assistance of my magical armor, they proved themselves to be mighty warriors,” Merlin explained. “Using a football team as warriors, you mortals devise the most bizarre strategies,” Luna observed. “Nevertheless, you have our interest with this magical armor,” Phoebe added. “Your crystal ball is unnecessary. We shall find them and bring them here.” As promised, the Weird Sisters returned with Arthur King and his football team, the Knights. After initially being discombobulated, they were more than happy to reunite with Merlin. “Merlin? I never thought I would see you again,” Arthur King marveled. “Is everything ok? Are we back in the past?” “No you are in the present. It is a long story but King Arthur again requires your help,” Merlin informed. Luna interjected. “Arthur has been kidnapped by someone far more sinister than Morgana. An ageless immortal Scottish King named MacBeth. He is as cunning with his words as he is with his weapons and magic. Be careful how you engage him, he will try to confuse you.” “Of course we will help out Arthur again,” the football captain pledged. “We will always jump at the opportunity to be heroes.” “A warning, King Arthur may resist you at first,” said Phoebe. “There is no telling what type of curse Macbeth has put on him.” “It is best to take him down and bring him back to Merlin so that he may free his mind from Macbeth’s control,” Seline instructed. “Yes, that is best,” agreed Merlin. Arthur King and the Knights were confused but put their faith in Merlin. They gathered around the Round Table and activated their magical armor and weapons. The next day at Macbeth’s estate, Griff sought out Arthur and Macbeth after noticing a peculiar sight from his perch on the rooftop. “There are men in shiny armor with several different insignias riding horses toward your home, Macbeth. Is that normal?” King Arthur looked out the window. “I can’t believe Merlin would drag them into this. Surely he must know I would not fight them. They once saved my life.” “You won’t have to,” Macbeth said confidently. “Not with the security loaned to me by Xanatos.” Macbeth pushed a button and several members of the Steel Clan, robots modeled after Goliath, emerged from the ground in front of the estate. The Steel Clan attacked Arthur King and the Knights of Justice. The two factions battled back and forth and Arthur King, in his golden armor, decided to go for higher ground. Once there he lifted his shield in the air unleashing the golden dragon inscribed on it. The dragon breathed fire on the Steel Clan and turned the tide of battle. “That is my cue to step in,” declared Macbeth as he reached for his sword, his lightning guns and walked to his glider. “Griff, stay and protect Arthur, there may be other machinations Merlin and those witches have cooked up.”

The G.I. Joe team gathered in a high-tech briefing room, surrounded by holographic displays and illuminated screens. Duke, the team's leader, stood at the head of the table, with Scarlett, Lady Jaye, Mainframe, and Roadblock seated around it. A large holographic projection of the Shinra Building's schematics dominated the center. "Alright, team," Duke began, his eyes scanning the room, "We've got a mission on our hands, and it's not going to be a walk in the park." Roadblock raised an eyebrow. "Duke, targeting a private company? Is that a smart move?" Duke nodded, his expression serious. "Shinra Electric Power Company may be private, but they continuously overstep their bounds and their actions threaten the entire planet. There are unverified reports of forced conscription and shady human experimentation.” “I certainly don’t know of many utility companies with their own private military forces,” added Scarlet. “Snake Eyes was sent in to gather intel. He's gone missing," Duke informed. Mainframe, the team's tech expert, interjected, "I've managed to hack into Shinra's security system. We've got a map of the building, and that's thanks to me." Duke nodded appreciatively. "Good work, Mainframe. Now, Scarlett, we need you to infiltrate the Shinra Building. Confirm their activities, and hopefully, find Storm Shadow. Lady Jaye, you'll be providing remote support for Scarlett." Scarlett, always ready for a challenge, volunteered without hesitation. "Consider it done, Duke." Lady Jaye, seated at the console, nodded. "I'll be with you every step of the way, Scarlett." The plan was set, and the team was in sync. Several hours later, Scarlett geared up and approached the foreboding Shinra Building. As she neared it, the imposing structure loomed, with its sleek, modern design hinting at the advanced technology within. Scarlett secretly made her way through the entrance and to the elevators using the keycard provided by Mainframe Scarlett reached the elevator and pressed the button, her finger hesitating before she asked, "Lady Jaye, can you hear me?" Lady Jaye's voice came through the earpiece, "Loud and clear, Scarlett. What's going on down there?" Scarlett took a deep breath. "I'm at the elevators, and I need to decide whether to go up to Dr. Hojo's labs in Research and Development or down to Advanced Weaponry. Any thoughts?" Lady Jaye considered for a moment before responding, "Dr. Hojo's labs might have valuable intel, but Advanced Weaponry could give us insight into their immediate threats. What do you think?" Scarlett pondered the options. "If Snake Eyes is anywhere, it might be in the thick of Shinra's weapon development. I'm heading down." Lady Jaye agreed, "Agreed. Advanced Weaponry it is. Keep me updated, and stay sharp, Scarlett." The elevator doors opened, and Scarlett stepped in, keycard at the ready. As the doors closed behind her, she descended into the unknown depths of the Shinra Building, prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead. Scarlett exited the elevators into an eerily quiet area. As she navigated through sliding doors, she stumbled upon a large red hologram. The holographic figure materialized into Scarlet, the Director of Advanced Weaponry for Shinra. "Ah, G.I. Joe. We've been expecting you," Scarlet sneered as her holographic image flickered. "I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to continue to stick your nose in our business. Let's see just how well trained you are. Make it through the next several rooms filled with our latest autonomous weapons, and you can ask me any question you like. You might even find your missing friend." With her trademark laugh, Scarlet vanished, and another sliding door opened, revealing two custom sweepers. One was adorned with heavy machine guns and the other with large whirling saw blades. Scarlett steeled herself, ready to face the challenge ahead knowing this was only the beginning of the threats in front of her, determined to uncover the secrets of Shinra and find Snake Eyes.

I think Akira can topple these horror villains.

An odd but entertaining bout to be sure. I feel like the winner will win by accident, and my money is on Yogi

On this pleasant evening, Momiji entered the peaceful streets of Hayabusa village at the foot of Mt. Fuji, her thoughts dwelling on the countless adventures she had shared with Ryu Hayabusa. They faced demons, gods, and ancient evils together, from the treacherous paths of the Vigoor Empire to the cursed realm of the Archfiends. She remembered the intensity of their battles, the trust they built, and the sacrifices they had made for the greater good. As she strolled, cherry blossoms swayed around casting a serene aura in the village. The memories flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie she had forged with her mentor. "Master Ryu, we've been through so much," she whispered to herself. Ryu was now aiding the Mugen Tenshin Clan in battling a revived Raidou. Momjij felt some concern for Ryu, but was confident that he along with Kasumi, Hayate, and Ayane could take down the heartless monster and put a stop to the shady organization, MIST. Thinking about how MIST had successfully brought Raidou back to life made Momiji think about her deceased sister, Kureha. Kureha was killed trying to prevent the theft of the Dragon Dragon blade by Doku. Even as a spirit, Kureha still looked after the village. Momiji had accepted her older sister’s death, but she did wonder. Lost in her reminiscence, a panicked villager snapped Momiji back to reality. "Momiji! Come to the shrine! The priestess’s mistake has unleashed a terrible evil!" “What has happened?” “She was looking for a way to protect the village. She thought she was summoning a Guardian. But what she has unearthed is…” “I understand.” Racing to the shrine, Momiji's heart pounded with urgency. The shrine, once a symbol of tranquility, now overflowed with dark malevolence. Possessing the young priestess's body was a wicked spirit named Mizuki Rashoujin. Mizuki was centuries old and was once an infant thrown into the sea by her family as a sacrifice to halt a famine before being washed ashore to another family. She made a pact with the dark god of the Makai, Ambrosia, with hatred in her heart. Ambrosia gifted her immense power and life as an undead. She created disasters around the world for centuries. only stopping when she needed a break or a new host body. She was eventually sealed in the world of the Makai by brave heroes, but now she was free once again. Currently she stood in Hayabusa Village, her long black hair and tattered robe flowed in the wind. Mizuki wreaked havoc around the shrine, striking down villagers with each ominous swipe of her long claws. All the while with her disdain for humanity etched across her face. “Foolish humans,” she taunted. “Your feeble attempts to control magic that you can’t possibly understand always leads to chaos. I am the harbinger of your inevitable end.” “Stop!” shouted Momiji. “I will not allow you to harm anyone else. The people in this village have suffered enough and deserve peace.” Mizuki turned to Momiji, a wicked grin on her face. "Ah, the Dragon Shrine Maiden has returned. The people of this village, the Hayabusa clan, and all humanity itself is entirely populated with fools and cowards. They pretend to aspire to decency until desperation sinks in. Do you also cling to the illusion of salvation, little mortal, or do you embrace the overwhelming darkness?" Momiji, her naginata gleaming in the moonlight, stood firm. "I've seen the darkness and persevered, and I'll fight to protect this village." Mizuki scoffed. “The darkness can’t be tamed. Now come to me so that I may devour your soul.” Momiji's eyes narrowed, fueled by the confidence that she had gained under Ryu Hayabusa’s tutelage and secure in the knowledge that the spirit of her sister still watched over her. "I won't let your darkness consume everything. I fight for the light that remains."

The sun was beginning to set as Isla and Kimberly continued their fierce battle on the empty street sidewalk, right next to the towering billboard displaying Isla’s vision for the logo of Karin Kanzuki and Rose Bernstein’s Capcom vs. SNK 3 tournament. Kimberly tagged Isla with her two punch Bushin Tiger Fangs combo and a Windmill kick. Nearby, a spirited young photographer with vibrant purple hair tied in a high ponytail and a keen eye for action, had her camera poised and ready to capture the intense confrontation. The young photographer, Ran Hibiki, was a martial artist herself and was very excited about the upcoming crossover tournament. She expected to only come to this location to get a picture of the billboard's promotional art, and instead found an impromptu battle between a Capcom fighter and an SNK fighter. "Time to get some killer shots!" Ran exclaimed, snapping a quick photo of Isla's Cloud Kick connecting with Kimberly's face. She marveled at the fluidity of the movement, appreciating the grace and power displayed by both fighters. As Isla executed her Designs sliding kick that sent Kimberly skidding across the pavement, Ran positioned herself for the perfect angle. "Beautiful form!," she commented, the click of her camera capturing every detail. The fight took a turn as Kimberly threw down a shuriken bomb spread on the ground that caught Isla off guard and then executed the Bushin Senpukyaku series of kicks . Isla countered with an uppercut that sent Kimberly airborne. Ran seized the opportunity, capturing great pictures of the clash. Amidst the chaos, a new figure emerged on the scene. Dressed in a rugged journalist outfit, camera slung over his shoulder, Frank West made his entrance. With grizzled features and a confident smirk, he observed the battle unfolding before him before getting in some camera shots of his own. “Hey! What are you doing? This is no place for amateurs!” shouted Ran. Frank adjusted the lens on his camera without looking in Ran’s direction. "I've survived zombie hordes, kid. I know a thing or two about capturing action in dangerous situations.” Ran shot him a glare. "This is my turf, buddy! I fight and take pictures simultaneously. That makes me the perfect photographer for the upcoming Capcom vs. SNK tournament. And I plan on using that position as a way to get officially invited to the tournament and make my school proud." Frank chuckled, “That’s funny. That was my plan, too. I had a blast in the Marvel vs. Capcom 3 tournament. I'm not letting another opportunity to get into a Capcom tournament slip by." As the clash of words continued, Isla landed her finisher on Kimberly. She kicked Kimberly into the floating spray paint hands of Amanda who held onto Kimberly. Isla then put Kimberly down with a dive kick that ensured her the victory. "Oh great, I missed the winning shot!!" Ran complained. Frank West stepped in, blocking Ran's shot and took a picture of Isla standing victorious. Ran scowled, her determination unwavering. "See here,, I've got plans, I’m going to be the official photographer for this tournament and I am going to leverage my position into an official invite. I can't let some other photographer get in my way." Frank grinned, "If you want the gig so bad, why don’t you fight for it!” Ran Hibiki stepped into a fighting pose. “Gladly.”

If there is a monster attack, that probably means there will be some elemental hazards to navigate. That gives Mario a big advantage. The Energizer Bunny just goes straight, might not be the idea to follow that blindly.

I just want to see Sting try to do a Stinger Splash on Cocaine Bair.

I think Chuck's best chance is to lean into the creepy animatronics that his establishment is known for. You get the morbid curiosity of all the Five Nights at Freddy's fanatics that are intrigued by the animatronic mouse welcoming you to Amityville.