Venom 2009

Shark Week: Part 14 The Unforeseen Simulation Joint: The Black Widow Shark was locked in a battle with The Meg, in the man-made lake of the Flood Zone. While the Megalodon was bigger and stronger, the Black Widow Shark was faster and had legs to fight back. The spider-shark was able to latch onto The Meg’s back. The bigger shark was furious and begins to buck and thrash, trying to dislodge the nightmare beast. The Black Widow Shark uses her two front legs to stab into the Megalodon’s eye sockets, as well as pierce his brain. The Meg went limp, as he was brain dead. The Megalodon sinks to the bottom of the lake, with the Black Widow Shark attached to the corpse. The arachnid-shark roared in victory and begins to feast on her victory prize. ***** "Wow! She really is a Black Widow!" Tom exclaimed. “She’s also a shark.” Crow added. Tom sighed. “Yes, Crow I know.” “Just making sure.” Crow replied. “Will you just move on to the next match!” Tom snapped. “All right, all right.” Crow exclaimed, while looking over his notes. “While our arachnid friend is enjoying her victory meal, the next match will take place on the surface. This one will feature another kaiju from the Gamera franchise, Powered Gyaos.” “Uh, Crow. Gyaos is not a shark.” Tom said. “I didn’t say, Gyaos. I said, Powered Gyaos.” Crow replied. “What the heck is a Powered Gyaos?” Tom asked. Right on cue, multiple roars were heard from the ceiling of the dome. Powered Gyaos descends onto the ground. The giant monster was a grotesque fusion: -Gyaos's body, wings, feet, and primary head. -Guiron's blade-like head, as the right arm. -Viras's tentacled head, as the left arm. -Zigra's head embedded in his chest. -Jiger and Barugon's heads extending from his back. “Ah! Crow! That thing is not a shark!” Tom yelled in fear. “Well, it’s part Zigra, who is a shark.” Crow said. “I don’t know what’s more insane! You think that monster is eligible for a shark tournament, or that something that big has been in the dome this entire time without anyone noticing!” Tom shouted. “Well, I could explain how Powered Gyaos got in here, but I’d rather announce our next fighter. From Power Rangers Wild Force, it’s Animus; a Megazord that is a god.” Crow said. “Uh, how can a robot be a god?” Tom asked. “Tom, it’s Power Rangers. Don’t think too hard.” Crow quipped. “Too late for that.” Tom mumbles. Appearing from a pillar of light is Animus. He immediately locked his eyes on Powered Gyaos. “So, you’re the vile creature I must face. You will not make it past this fight, as I’ll be the one to slay you.” Animus said, as he had his shark-arm pointed at the hybrid kaiju. Powered Gyaos responded by letting out loud roars from all six heads. -------- So, here is a new match for my Shark Week arc. I will post a video of Animus under the Callisto Post. Unfortunately, there isn’t much information on Powered Gyaos. But since he is a fusion of Gyaos, Guiron, Viras, Zigra, Jiger, and Barugon, it’s possible he has all their attacks. I hope everyone will enjoy this fight. Who will win?

Good to have you back, undertakersymbiote, and making matches again. I think the Looney Tunes will win.

Good match. I agree with the others and vote for Shredder.

Good match. Not sure who would win. I'll vote for the Green Hornet since this is his first Rated Match.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- The "Clash of Titans" pay-per-view event was supposed to be a publicity stunt—a cross-promotional spectacle pitting the best of the Dead or Alive Tournament against the King of Iron Fist competitors. But when Tina Armstrong stepped into the ring, she wasn't smiling for the cameras. She was fuming. Forest Law had opened his big mouth during the press conference. Something about "professional wrestling being choreographed nonsense for people who can't handle real combat." Something about "jeet kune do making pro wrestlers look like dancing bears." The words had stung worse than any blow because they hit close to home—Tina had spent her whole life proving that her wrestling was legitimate martial art, not just entertainment. Now the spotlights blazed down on the Las Vegas arena, the crowd roaring as the two second-generation fighters squared off. Tina adjusted her cowgirl hat, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, muscles coiled beneath her wrestling attire. Across the ring, Forest Law bounced on the balls of his feet, his red fighting gloves up, that infuriating grin plastered across his face. "Ready to tap out, cowgirl?" Forest called out, his voice carrying that same brash confidence that had made his father famous. "I promise I'll make it quick—wouldn't want to mess up your hair before your next photoshoot." Tina cracked her neck, settling into her stance—powerful legs spread, hands ready to grapple. "Honey, I've thrown men twice your size through steel cages. You're just a wannabe Bruce Lee with daddy issues." The bell rang. The Arena: A hybrid fighting ring—half professional wrestling ring with ropes and turnbuckles, half traditional martial arts tournament platform, surrounded by roaring fans and flashing cameras capturing every moment for the pay-per-view audience. The Stakes: Pride and legacy. Both fighters are trying to step out of their fathers' shadows—Tina desperate to prove wrestling deserves respect as a legitimate fighting discipline, Forest determined to show that the Law family martial arts dynasty continues with him. The winner gets the main event spot at the upcoming "King of Iron Fist vs. Dead or Alive" championship. The Dynamic: A classic striker vs. grappler matchup. Forest brings blinding speed, rapid-fire kicks, and the unpredictable flow of jeet kune do. Tina brings raw power, devastating throws, and the ability to turn a single mistake into a match-ending suplex. Both are showboats who fight better when the crowd is watching, turning the match into a spectacle of athleticism and ego.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- The Heelshire estate stood silent beneath a November frost, its Victorian bones creaking with secrets. Brahms had been watching the newcomer for three hours now—studying him through the mansion's hidden passages, his porcelain doll mask catching the moonlight that filtered through the walls. The man was massive. Six foot three, maybe more beneath that filthy blue jumpsuit and the weathered mask that looked like it had been through hell. He moved with a heavy deliberation, clutching a butcher knife that dripped something dark onto the imported rugs. Brahms recognized the type: broken, feral, lacking the discipline to understand rules. Michael Myers had come to this isolated manor following a survivor—some girl who'd fled Haddonfield and sought refuge as the new "nanny" for the "doll." He didn't know about the doll. He didn't know about the real Brahms living in the walls, maintaining the illusion, enforcing the strict code of behavior that kept his fractured mind intact. Brahms adjusted his mask. The porcelain was cool against his adult face, the face he'd hidden since childhood when the fire took his youth and his sanity. This intruder—this brute—had already violated the sanctity of the house. He'd kicked down the front door without knocking. He'd ignored the rules. From the parlor, Michael stood motionless, head tilted slightly, sensing something wrong about this place. The doll on the chair—porcelain, Victorian, dressed formally—stared back with painted eyes. But Michael could feel it. The house breathed. Something watched. A floorboard creaked behind him. Brahms emerged from the wall panel, dressed in his formal boy's attire, his mask expressionless but his body coiled with decades of repressed rage. In his gloved hand, he gripped the shard of the mirror he'd shattered—the one he'd used before on those who broke the rules. Michael turned. The two masked figures faced each other in the dim light—one a hulking embodiment of pure violence, the other a refined, damaged man-child who'd turned his trauma into ritual. The Arena: The Heelshire mansion—a labyrinth of secret passages, narrow crawlspaces, and rooms designed for observation and control. Brahms knows every inch; Michael doesn't care about the layout, only the kill. The Stakes: Territory and identity. Brahms views Michael as a "broken toy" that must be disciplined and destroyed according to the Rules. Michael views Brahms as an obstacle between him and his prey. Two silent killers with radically different philosophies—one anarchic and savage, the other obsessive and ritualistic—collide in a house where the walls themselves hide death. The Dynamic: Michael brings overwhelming physicality and nigh-supernatural durability; Brahms brings intimate knowledge of the environment, psychological warfare, and a complete willingness to use the house itself as a weapon. The battle of masked monsters.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- The facility on Titan Station had gone dark fourteen hours ago. The last transmission from Director Lawson contained only three words: "They're not human." Now, the Illusive Man stared at the reconnaissance feed from his orbiting command center, his cigarette smoke curling upward as the horror unfolded. His Cerberus operatives—biotic shock troops, phantom assassins, centurion heavy armor divisions—were being dismantled. Not by Reapers. Not by Collectors. By something worse. The White Martians had come. They moved through bulkheads like smoke, shifting from solid to intangible in microseconds. Cerberus's advanced kinetic barriers meant nothing when the enemy could phase through walls and re-materialize inside your ribcage. The aliens were pale, eyeless, apex predators—shapeshifters who could read minds, turn invisible, and tear titanium apart with thought alone. And they were angry. Months ago, Cerberus had captured a stranded White Martian scout ship, hoping to unlock the secrets of their phasing technology and telepathic abilities. The experiments had been... thorough. Now, the Martian fleet had arrived in the Sol System, and they intended to erase humanity's "evolutionary pretenders" from existence. "All stations, this is the Illusive Man," he transmitted, his voice calm despite the carnage on his screens. "Initiate Protocol Prometheus. Deploy the incendiary ordnance. These creatures have a weakness to thermal energy—we will burn them from the stars if necessary." But on Titan Station, the White Martian war party had already infiltrated the command deck. Their leader, a towering albino nightmare with shifting facial features, studied the human technology with telepathic contempt. "These mammals dare to cage our kind? We will hollow out their organization and wear their skins. Earth will never see us coming." The Arena: Titan Station, a Cerberus research outpost orbiting Saturn—narrow corridors perfect for ambush, laboratory chambers filled with experimental weapons (and the remnants of failed Martian containment), and zero-gravity sections. The Stakes: Survival of the fittest. The White Martians intend to eliminate Cerberus as a warning to all of humanity, then use their shapeshifting abilities to infiltrate Earth's governments. Cerberus must contain the breach using fire-based weaponry, psychic dampeners, and sheer ruthless ingenuity, or watch their entire operation—and humanity's future—be consumed by Martian telepathic conquest. The Dynamic: An unstoppable force meeting an amoral object. The White Martians possess every physical and mental advantage—strength, speed, intangibility, mind-reading—while Cerberus brings experimental thermal weapons, indoctrination-hardened troops immune to telepathic suggestion, and a willingness to sacrifice entire stations to achieve victory.

I am Lord Zedd: Part 47 -------- So, if you’re just joining in; I'm Venom 2009. After I was killed, my soul was sent to the Power Rangers Universe, and into the body of Lord Zedd. I tried to take over the Earth, but things didn’t go as planned, as I got sealed inside a dumpster by Zordon. During my imprisonment, my brainwashed servant, Tommy Oliver, took over the Earth, and became this universe’s Lord Drakkon. Thanks to Katherine Hillard, I was freed, only to be drafted by the Ranger Resistance; a group of Power Rangers that were fighting to free the Earth from Drakkon’s control. But now things have gone from bad to worse. The United Alliance of Evil were on their way to Earth to wipe out the human race. I came up with a plan to use the Command Center to transport the civilians off Earth, and onto Zordnia. The only problem was, the Command Center could only teleport 3,000 people at a time. And if that wasn’t bad enough; I volunteered for a suicide mission to help Minh rescue her mother. One good thing, I got Goldar back on my side after Tommy betrayed him. Princess Shayla, the Ninja Storm team, the Overdrive team, and the Wild Force team were teleported ahead to Zordnia to help the civilians when they arrived on the planet. Alpha, Cam, Goldar, Lauren, Minh, the Mighty Morphin team, and I stayed behind to help with the evacuation. While Alpha was preparing the Command Center for the big task, we were watching Primator fight an army of Rinshi on the Viewing Globe. Primator was able to take out six Rinshi. But in the end, the army managed to kill the gorilla monster. "So, there you go. A hundred men can beat a gorilla." I spoke. "I still have no idea what you’re talking about." Lauren said. Suddenly, the alarms went off. "What is it now?!" Minh yelled. Alpha looked over at the control panel. “It’s the United Alliance of Evil! They have arrived on Earth!” “We’re too late!” Rocky yelled. “Not necessarily. The United Alliance of Evil is only advancing on Washington DC.” Alpha said. “They’re going after the biggest fish in the pond; which is Tommy.” I stated. “So, the fighting will be contained in one spot. We can still save everyone.” Adam said. “Ok, people, this is it. We’ve reached the Endgame. As soon as Tommy and Dark Specter start fighting each other, we start evacuating the Earth.” I said to everyone. Then I looked at Minh. “And to save Trini Kwan.” ****** Lord Drakkon was setting inside the cockpit of Serpentera, as the massive zord was standing in Washington DC. “Are all units ready?” Drakkon asked on a com-link. “This is the Ground-Unit, standing by.” Olivia Hart, the Green Ranger reported. She was standing on the street with Squatt, Baboo, and Finster in their Dark Ranger forms. Behind them was an army of Ranger Sentries. "This is the Megazord-Unit. standing by." Kimberly, the Ranger Slayer said, from inside the Gravezord. Standing with the Gravezord was the Shogun Megazord, Rescue Megazord, Supertrain Megazord, Omega Megazord, and Lifeforce Megazord. The five Megazords were being piloted by Ranger Sentries. "This is the Air-Unit, standing by." A Red Ranger Sentry said, from inside an Astro Megaship. A fleet of Astro Megaships were hovering in the sky. “Excellent. There is no way Dark Specter will be a match for this firepower.” Drakkon said. “Lord Drakkon, I would like to report that all civilians around the world have been evacuated to the emergency shelters.” A Blue Ranger Sentry said, from inside the command room of the Moon Palace. The room was filled with Ranger Sentries, as they were working at their control panels. “Very good. Can’t rule an empire without people to rule over.” Drakkon said. “There is something else. Our scanners are picking up activity within the Command Center.” The Blue Ranger said. “Probably, some animal wandered in there or scavengers searching for parts. It’s nothing to worry about.” Drakkon said. “But sir, what if it’s the Ranger Resistance?” The Blue Ranger asked. “The resistance is dead. Minh and Goldar sacrificed themselves to blow up that cursive island. A few members may have survived, but without Lord Zedd and Adam Park to lead them, they are hardly a threat. Besides, the Ranger Resistance aren’t that stupid. They know if they sat one foot in the Command Center, we would be alerted.” Drakkon said. “Of course, my lord.” The Blue Ranger said. Suddenly, Dark Specter and an army of Cogs, Quantrons, and monsters appeared in Washington DC. “Dark Specter! He’s here!” Finster, the Dark Pink Ranger yelled. The Sphinx Cruiser appears from the sky, and behind it is a fleet of Baracticas, Quadrafighters, and Velocifighters. King Mondo, Queen Machina, Prince Sprocket, Klank, Orbus, and a squad of Cogs were inside the bridge of a Baractica. “Well, well, look what we’ve got here.” King Mondo said, as he saw Drakkon’s army on a monitor. “It’s a welcome party.” Prince Sprocket said. “Too bad it will be the humans’ last one.” Queen Machina said. Inside the Sphinx Cruiser was Astronema, Ecliptor, and a squad of Quantrons. “All forces wait on Dark Specter’s command.” Astronema said on a com-link. Dark Specter looked up at Serpentera. “Drakkon! I know you’re in that piece of junk!” He yelled. “Well, look who has showed up on my doorstep. A door-to-door salesman. If you’re here to sell me magazines, I’m going to have to decline.” Drakkon said through the speakers of Serpentera. “Your jokes will not save you from my wrath! For far too long, you humans have gotten in the way of me ruling the universe!” Dark Specter yelled. “Ah! I hate to break it to you, but I already rule the universe. The only thing I’ve been doing is pest control. Now the biggest cockroach of them all has foolishly left himself wide open to be squashed.” Drakkon said. “Big talk for a human who’s been hiding behind a bubble.” Dark Specter said. “Oh, yes. Congratulations are in order. It was a brilliant plan to have a special reconnaissance unit get past my barrier and have it shut down from the inside. But unfortunately, Dark Specter, you made one small error.” Drakkon said. “What’s that?” Dark Specter said. “That you vermin thought you could leave this planet alive.” Drakkon said. “We shall see.” Dark Specter said. For a moment, time seemed to have frozen for the two armies. “Destroy Them!” Dark Specter yelled. “Take no prisoners!” Drakkon yelled. Soon, the two armies clashed into one massive battle. -------- So, here is the next part to my Zedd arc. Lord Drakkon Team: -Drakkon is piloting Serpentera, which won’t run out of power. -The Gravezord from the comic book and video game. -The Shogun Megazord from MMPR Season 3. -The Rescue Megazord from Power Rangers Turbo. -The Supertrain Megazord, Omega Megazord, and Lifeforce Megazord from Power Rangers Lightspeed Rescue. -Olivia Hart as the Green Ranger. -Squatt, Baboo, and Finster as the Dark Rangers from the comic books. -There are 300 Ranger Sentries. -There are 200 Astro Megaships, but none of them can transform into an Astro Megazord. The United Alliance of Evil: -Dark Specter, the Sphinx Cruiser, 40 Quantrons, 40 Velocifighters, and every monster from Power Rangers in Space. -50 Cogs, 50 Baracticas, 50 Quadrafighters, and every monster from Power Rangers Zeo. I hope everyone will enjoy this match. Who do you think will win?

Good match. I give my vote to the TMNT Girl.

I don't guess the Black Widow Shark could use that whirlpool on the Megalodon?

Good match/arc for the upcoming Halloween season. I feel that Zafiro would win this match.

Good match. I vote for Batman.... I mean Black Bat.

Good match, Mercenaryblade. I don't know much about Stitch. From what I remember from clips, Stitch is chaotic. He maybe too much for the Men in Black to handle.

Good match, and good to have you back, Macklemore.