Venom 2009

I vote for the team that has the Jaeger. Even if it is human size.

Good match. Well, I never watch Trigun and I only know Cable from the 1992 X-Men cartoon. So, I give my vote to Cable.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: Miami's Ocean Drive, sunset. The art deco hotels glow pink and turquoise. Tourists gather with phones ready. Two performances are about to collide. The Scene: Liu Feilin stands in the center of a cordoned-off plaza, silk qipao rippling in the sea breeze. She's been invited to demonstrate Tai Chi Chuan at the International Martial Arts Expo—elegant, flowing, the "supreme ultimate fist" performed with meditative grace. Her movements are liquid, precise, each posture named after animals and elements. But the plaza below her hotel window is about to become a battleground of a different kind. The Mob—Sean's crew, twenty deep in hoodies and tank tops—has hacked the permit system. Their latest "performance protest" against the corporate buyout of the neighborhood is happening *now*, same location, same time. They don't know about the martial arts demo. They don't care. The music drops—a bass-heavy track that shakes the windows. Forty dancers explode from the crowd. Breakdancers spin on cardboard. Synchronized crews pop and lock in perfect unison. Parkour runners vault over Feilin's carefully arranged demonstration space, flipping where she was meant to flow. Feilin pauses mid-movement, one leg raised in "Golden Rooster Standing on One Leg." Her eyes narrow. This is not meditation. This is chaos. The Confrontation: Sean steps forward, microphone in hand, ready to drop their manifesto about art and resistance. He sees Feilin—small, traditional, seemingly out of place in the modern street scene. "Sorry, miss, public performance in progress. You might want to—" Feilin's foot strikes the pavement. The kiai cuts through the music. Where her heel landed, a spiderweb crack appears in the concrete. "I have trained since childhood," she says, voice calm but carrying, "to master the space around me. You have trained to fill it with noise." The Mob doesn't back down. They circle, dancers becoming combatants without knowing it. The crowd smells a better show than either group planned. The Battlefield: -The open plaza with its art deco backdrop—stairs for aerials, railings for grinding, open floor for both kata and choreography. -Feilin's Tai Chi Chuan—defensive, redirecting, using the opponent's energy against them. -The Mob's flash mob tactics—sudden formations, overwhelming numbers, rhythm as weapon. -The crowd filming everything, voting with their cheers. The Stakes: -Feilin's reputation as a martial artist vs. The Mob's reputation as unstoppable street performers -The plaza itself—who owns public space? The traditional or the revolutionary? -The fusion: can Tai Chi adapt to breakbeats? Can street dance respect ancient discipline? The Dynamic: Feilin moves like water—every strike from The Mob's dancers (playful shoves, rhythmic challenges) is redirected, thrown off balance, met with push hands that send breakdancers spinning unintentionally. The Mob responds by adapting—choreography becoming combat, dance battles becoming actual challenges, using their numbers to surround and overwhelm. It's not a fight to injure. It's a fight for *style*—the ancient vs. the immediate, the solo master vs. the collective voice. Two forms of movement. One plaza. Miami's about to see something new.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: Azkaban Prison, the North Sea. Midnight. The waves crash against black fortress walls that have stood for centuries, containing the worst magical criminals in history. Tonight, they face something the wards were never designed to hold. The Scene: The Ministry of Magic made a mistake. A dimensional rift opened during an experiment with the Veil of Death, and they pulled through a boy—orange jumpsuit, whisker marks, eyes burning with something that wasn't human. He was unconscious at first. They thought him a Muggle, perhaps a Squib. Then he woke up screaming. Then the thing inside him woke up. Now Naruto—or what's left of him—rampages through Level Nine. His chakra cloak burns red-black, four tails of condensed hatred whipping through stone corridors. The prison shakes. The Dementors descend in swarms, drawn by the chaos. They glide through walls, rotting hands reaching for the boy-beast. They expect to feed on his happiness, to drain his soul, to leave him a husk. They find rage. One boy. One demon. One thousand Dementors. And somewhere in the chaos, a whisper: "Naruto... come back..."

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: The In-Between—a liminal dimension of tatami mat floors that stretch into infinity, paper lanterns floating without strings, and cherry blossom trees growing upside down from a sky that looks like ink wash. A place where myth and magic overlap. The Scene: Star Butterfly crashes through a portal on her skateboard, wand already sparking with unstable energy. She's been chasing something through seven dimensions—a thief stealing magical artifacts, leaving behind scorched earth and illusions so convincing that entire villages tried to marry a reflection. She finds her quarry in a moonlit garden that shouldn't exist here. The Kitsune sits on a stone lantern, nine tails fanning out like a peacock's plumage, each tip burning with pale blue kitsune bi—fox fire. It wears the form of a beautiful woman in Heian-period robes, but its eyes are golden slits, and its shadow on the ground shows something with too many limbs and too sharp teeth. "You broke my mirror maze in the Cloud Kingdom," the Kitsune says, voice like bells and breaking glass. "Do you know how long it took to enchant those reflections? Three centuries." Star spins her wand, which morphs into a glowing narwhal, then a hammer, then settles as a scepter. "Yeah, well, your 'enchantments' were making people forget their families! That's not cool, fox lady!" The Kitsune smiles, showing too many teeth. "I am Kitsune. I am the trick that teaches, the lie that reveals truth. You are a child with a stick that goes bang." It stands, tails weaving patterns in the air. "But your magic... it tastes like chaos. Like something older than your dimension's stars." The Battlefield: -The In-Between shifts with every spell—Star's raw emotion-based magic makes reality hiccup, while the Kitsune's illusions rewrite the battlefield's history (was that tree always there? Did Star already fight here yesterday?). -Fox fire that burns memory rather than flesh. -Star's Mewberty form potential—butterfly wings of pure magic that can tear through illusions by warping space itself. -The Kitsune's ability to possess objects, creating animated teapots and origami warriors. The Stakes: -The Kitsune has stolen Glossaryck's original spellbook (or a mythic equivalent), containing magic that could rewrite the laws of Mewni. -Star needs to retrieve it before the Kitsune learns to read the spells that predate her family's dynasty. -The Kitsune wants to test if Star's "chaos magic" is strong enough to break the curse binding it to the In-Between—seeking freedom through combat. The Dynamic: Star fights with explosive creativity—turning the ground into trampolines, summoning narwhal blasts, creating black holes of confetti. The Kitsune fights with patience and misdirection—every attack Star launches hits an illusion, every spell she casts gets reflected back as a riddle. It's the unstoppable force of a magical princess who doesn't know her own limits versus the immovable trickster who invented limits just to break them. Two magics. One dimension that can't contain them both. Reality is about to get weird.

Good match. I'm voting for the white hair chick.

I only have knowledge of Lotus Blossom. So, I vote for her.

Voting for Psylocke. 🥰

Good match. I give my vote to Mr. Benedict as well.

Mega Shark vs Mecha Shark Mega Shark vs Kolossus

Gamera vs. Zigra (1971). See 48:58 to 53:00 and 1:20:00 to 1:26:35 for the Zigra fights. Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus Mega Shark vs Crocosaurus:

Shark Week: Part 11 The Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Jinbe was fighting Kisame Hoshigaki in the Flood Zone. “Water Prison Shark Dance!” Kisame yelled. The entire flooded arena spins into a massive vortex, and water sharks materialize in the lake. Kisame merges with the water and becomes one with his element. He and the sharks head towards Jinbe from all directions. Kisame's sword is pointed towards Jinbe's heart. Jinbe doesn't dodge. He stands firm, spreads his arms, and bellows: "Fish-Man Karate! Ocean Current Shoulder Throw!" He yelled. Jinbe’s technique seizes the ninja's own water ability and redirects it, turning the spiraling prison into a crushing riptide that slams into Kisame and the sharks. The sentient sword screams as it's knocked from Kisame's grip and embeds itself into the ceiling. Kisame crashes against the inner wall of the dome. The water sharks dissolve into harmless foam. "What?!" Kisame coughs blood into the water, eyes wide. "You controlled my technique?" "I am a fish-man," Jinbe rumbles, already moving. "Your water is my domain. Your chakra is simply energy. I have spent years mastering the ocean." "Heh..." Kisame grins, as he removes himself from the wall. "Not bad... old man. But this fight is far from over..." "Uchimizu." Jinbe flicks a single droplet of water from his finger. It travels faster than a bullet, striking Kisame's forehead with the force of a cannonball. The ninja’s head snaps back, consciousness fading. He falls down onto the flooded ground. "Water is the softest thing on Earth. Yet it can shatter rock." Jinbe says, standing over his fallen opponent. The sentient sword falls from the ceiling, but Jinbe grabs it by the hilt. The blade whimpering as it realizes this creature has no chakra to eat, only raw physical might. Kisame's eyes flutter, his grin finally fading. "You're... a monster." "I am Jinbe," the fish-man replies, binding Kisame's wrists with a cable he found. "And I am the reason pirates fear the deep. Rest now, ninja." He carries Kisame's unconscious body towards the exit; the flood waters depart before him like a subject bowing to its king. ***** "Hmm... Surprised nobody died in that match." Tom said. "Jinbe has his honor." Crow replied. "We can't expect every match to end in bloodshed." "Hopefully. Ever since this tournament started, I've been seeing nothing but red." "Maybe you should see an eye doctor." Crow said. "I'm talking about blood!" Tom yelled. "Oh, right." Crow shuffled his notes. "Well, anyway, our next match is going to be a kaiju battle." “Ooh... A giant monster fight. Who’s fighting?” Tom asked. “It’s east versus west. One monster is a blast from our Comedy Central days. Zigra, the giant space shark from the Gamera franchise. He will be going up against Mega Shark from the Asylum movies.” Crow said. “I already like the sound of it.” Tom said. "Let's switch over to the underwater cameras." Crow said. ***** A massive gate opened in the inner wall of the man-made lake. Mega Shark surged out of his holding cell with a powerful sweep of his tail. The giant shark circled the arena, already searching for something to kill. Another giant gate opened, and swimming out is Zigra. The two sharks immediately locked eyes on each other. Only one of them is the apex predator. “You’re no match for Zigra.” The alien shark said. Mega Shark replied with a loud roar and charged straight towards his opponent. Zigra darted towards Mega Shark to meet him head-on. -------- So, here is a new match for my Shark Week arc. This is the Showa version of Zigra from Gamera vs. Zigra (1971). I will post videos of Zigra and Mega Shark under the Callisto Post. I hope everyone will enjoy this fight. Who will win?

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: The remnants of the Soul Society, fractured across time. The Wandenreich's ice palace has been breached—not by Soul Reapers, but by something older than the Soul King himself. Shadows pool in corners where shadows shouldn't exist. Time stutters. The Sternritter feel their Schrift abilities glitch, as if reality itself is being rewritten by a will darker than Yhwach's. The Scene: Yhwach stands upon his throne, his eyes—pupils filled with the "Almighty"—narrowing at the darkness spreading across his domain. The Wandenreich has conquered death itself, stolen Bankai from gods, and reshaped the afterlife. But this... this is something beyond even his vision. From the shadows steps Mephiles the Dark, his form shifting between hedgehog silhouette and crystalline demon, his eyes burning with the green fire of Solaris. He has no army. He needs none. He is the shadow that predates light, the whisper that corrupts time itself. "You call yourself a king of souls," Mephiles hisses, his voice echoing from every shadow in the room. "I am the darkness that consumes kings. Your 'Almighty' sees futures? I *am* the future that devours all others." Jugram Haschwalth raises his sword. "Your Majesty, this creature—" "I see it," Yhwach interrupts, standing. "It has no soul to steal. No Bankai to take. It exists outside the cycle of life and death." He almost smiles. "Interesting." The Battlefield: -The Wandenreich palace, where Mephiles' time manipulation clashes with Yhwach's future-altering "Almighty". -The Sternritter deploy en masse: "The Fear" As Nödt spreading terror through shadows Mephiles controls; "The Visionary" Gremmy trying to imagine Mephiles out of existence while the demon rewrites his own reality; "The Miracle" Gerard Valkyrie growing stronger as Mephiles destroys him, only for Mephiles to erase the concept of "miracles" from that timeline. -Mephiles creating infinite clones across fractured timelines, each fighting a different Sternritter. -The Soul King Palace above, where the battle threatens to collapse all three worlds (Human World, Soul Society, Hueco Mundo) into Solaris's eternal flame. The Stakes: -If Mephiles wins, he merges with the Soul King and becomes Iblis-Solaris, erasing all timelines and recreating them as a void of eternal darkness. -If the Wandenreich wins, Yhwach absorbs Mephiles' time manipulation, gaining dominion over past, present, and future simultaneously—becoming a god beyond even his current ambition. -The Sternritter have never faced an enemy they cannot kill, cannot steal from, and cannot even perceive fully; Mephiles has never faced an army where every soldier can rewrite reality on a whim. The Dynamic: Mephiles fights with cruelty and patience—corrupting Sternritter from within their own shadows, showing them futures where Yhwach abandons them, turning their Schrift against them by manipulating the time in which their powers activate. The Wandenreich fights with absolute efficiency and cold fury—Quincy arrows made of shadow-purifying light, Bankai stolen from fallen Soul Reapers unleashed in desperation, Yhwach himself stepping forward to crush this pretender to temporal supremacy. One demon of darkness and time. An empire of light and death. The shadow war to consume existence itself.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: Springfield University during Alumni Weekend. The campus is draped in fog, urban legend-themed decorations hang from every tree, and someone has already been found hanging from the bell tower with "POP GOES THE WEASEL" scrawled in blood on the wall. The Scene: Lieutenant Frank Drebin surveys the crime scene with his trademark deadpan expression, his shoelaces untied, his gun holster on backward. "Well, the victim appears to be... *checks notes*... deceased. The killer is obviously someone who hates music. Or weasels." Abe Simpson—currently wearing his old sequined wrestling cape and tights under his cardigan—poses dramatically in the doorway. "Stand back, flatfoot! Glamorous Godfrey is on the case! These deltoids don't just look good—they DETECT!" He flexes, his back makes a sound like a bag of microwave popcorn. Drebin nods seriously. "Good thinking, senior citizen. I'll follow your lead." They don't realize **Brenda Bates** is watching from the ventilation shaft above. She's been planning this massacre for years—every urban legend weaponized, every campus myth turned into a death trap. The hanging was just the opener. Next: the kidney thief, the babysitter and the man upstairs, the killer in the backseat. But these two idiots are ruining her aesthetic. The Scenario: -Brenda has rigged the campus with urban legend deathtraps (a radio playing "Killer in the Backseat" warnings, a gas station attendant who isn't what he seems, a mysterious killer calling from inside the house). -Drebin keeps accidentally triggering the traps but walking away unscathed through sheer slapstick luck (he leans on the wrong button and the swinging axe misses him because he sneezes). -Glamorous Godfrey keeps posing and flexing at the wrong moments, somehow reflecting light into Brenda's eyes or knocking over her carefully arranged murder weapons with his cape. The Confrontation: Brenda finally drops from the ceiling, knife raised, ready to gut them both with the "Hook Man" legend. Drebin: "Excuse me, miss, do you have a permit for that weapon?" Glamorous Godfrey: "You're all DISGUSTING!" *poses with hands behind head* Brenda pauses, confused by the complete lack of fear. "What... what are you doing?" "Investigating," Drebin says, getting his tie caught in her knife. The Stakes: -Brenda needs to kill them to complete her urban legend "masterpiece". -Drebin thinks this is a routine noise complaint. -Glamorous Godfrey thinks this is a wrestling promo and keeps trying to tag in Drebin for a "double-team move". -The campus is filling with gas from Brenda's "Killer in the Shower" poison trap. The Dynamic: Brenda is a meticulous, horror-movie genius who has planned every detail. Drebin and Godfrey are chaos agents who succeed through incompetence. She's trying to create atmosphere; they're ruining it by being oblivious. It's the unstoppable force of serial killer precision versus the immovable object of slapstick stupidity. Two idiots. One genius killer. Zero awareness of the danger they're in.

I use the Random Character button and AI to make this match. ------- Location: The Norsefire regime's transformed London, now a nexus of dark energy. The Houses of Parliament hover above a swirling vortex of crimson and black—Sutler has merged with a Sith holocron and the corrupted "Saiga" of a fallen Vandel, becoming something neither technological nor mystical, but purely tyrannical given godhood. The Scene: Cin Drallig lands his Jedi starfighter on the roof of the Ministry of Love, his lightsaber already humming green in the toxic rain. The Battlemaster's robes whip in the wind as he senses the corruption below—a perversion of the Force itself, twisted by fear and absolute control. Beet drops from the clouds on wings of crystallized light, his Excellion Blade blazing. The young Vandel Buster grins despite the oppressive atmosphere. "So, this is the 'High Chancellor'? My Saiga are screaming that this guy's worse than any Vandel I've faced." Drallig nods gravely. "The dark side clouds everything. This man has become a wound in the Force—feeding on the fear of millions. We must cut out the infection." They descend into the main chamber. Adam Sutler—or what remains of him—floats above a throne of television screens and Sith alchemy. His body has been reconstituted into a towering amalgam of propaganda machinery and dark side energy. Screens across his chest display his own face, screaming silently. He wields a staff that is both lightsaber-resistant and Saiga-corrupting—a weapon forged from the melted symbols of a dozen conquered worlds. "Order," Sutler booms, his voice coming from every speaker in the city. "You bring chaos. I bring structure. I am the last authority. Bow." Beet hefts his spear. "Yeah? Well, I'm Beet the Vandel Buster, and I specialize in breaking things that think they're unbeatable!" Drallig raises his blade in a salute. "The Force is with us, young one. Form up—we fight as one." The Battlefield: -The Ministry of Love's main chamber, now a cathedral of screens broadcasting Sutler's will. -Sutler's ability to manipulate the environment through fear-based telekinesis and propaganda-induced psychic attacks. -Beet's Saiga (divine weapons) vs. Sutler's corruption that tries to turn them against their wielder. -Drallig's defensive Form III Soresu protecting Beet while the Buster finds an opening. The Stakes: -Sutler has captured the spirit of the rebellion (the memory of V) within his mechanical heart—defeating him frees the symbol of resistance across multiple worlds. -Beet needs to purify the corrupted Saiga before Sutler uses them to enslave more dimensions. -Drallig seeks to redeem the Jedi Order's failure to stop tyranny before it grows. The Dynamic: Drallig provides the wisdom and defense—deflecting Sutler's mind-controlling broadcasts and dark side lightning with his lightsaber. Beet provides the offense—his reckless courage and Saiga abilities cutting through the propaganda-made-manifest. Sutler fights not with martial skill but with absolute ideological oppression made physical—every screen showing your worst fears, every word a command that tries to override free will. Two heroes from different worlds. One tyrant who became a god through fear. The battle for London—and the soul of the Force itself.