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To make it the easiest and to prevent a further tie, I'll Gemini vote on them alone

7 rounds is 140 points technically nobody has yet been mathematically eliminated.

I need to correct myself, the draft will run 20 rounds before the Death Match elimination rounds. It was planned that way to run through the holiday, I was forgot it was set that way and was thinking about last season when I said 16.

He's not facing Show here. He's facing Andre the Giant who was known to run longer matches for his size during his prime. However, I still would agree the Jericho should win this. He was able to be at Kane in a last man standing match so I think that experience carries here.

Ged is an Arch mage that Dragons bow down to. Lupin is out of his depth on this one, it'd be like thinking he's out puch Dumbledore here.

Vote Pluto because Pluto is the best boy.

16 and then onto the death matches.

I think Jeff was sneaky (IIRC) while the Velocipastor was definitely not. based on the prompt, I'll go Jeff.

Written by @JohnnyChany JULIA'S THANKSGIVING HOLIDAY SUPER STREAM Julia Chang’s face filled the phone camera, bright-eyed, hair braided with turquoise beads, the familiar feather charm dangling beside her cheek. She stood outside her family’s small pueblo-style home in the Arizona desert. Julia addressed the camera. “Hey everyone! Julia here, your favorite eco-warrior, champion of environmental science, AND undefeated eater of pumpkin pie. Welcome back to the channel! And happy Thanksgiving!” She stepped backward, and turned the camera toward the open door. “Today is extra special. And not just because of the holiday. I’ve been thinking a lot about my tribe… my village… our history. And I wanted to do something meaningful. Something big. Something... Well, something that the algorithm will absolutely love.” She winked mischievously. Julia swung the camera on her phone around as she entered the house. The kitchen was filled with the rich scents of corn, sage, cedar, roasted meat, and something sweet that made Julia sigh dramatically. Her adoptive mother, Michelle Chang, stood at the stove, wearing an apron decorated with geometric beadwork patterns. Her dark hair was tied back. Though older and past her active fighting days, she still moved with the poised strength of the fighter she once was. On the counters behind her was blue corn turkey tamales stacked high in steaming baskets, a casserole of corn, beans, and squash browning under a breadcrumb crust, roasted bison seasoned with juniper and wild herbs, a bowl of Navajo frybread stuffing, cranberry-chili relish, and cups of pumpkin atole, simmering and spiced. Julia pointed the camera at her mother and whispered beside it. “Look at her. Fierce warrior… and undefeated master chef.” Michelle chuckled. “I can hear you.” Julia put the camera back on herself. “So! I wanted this Thanksgiving to be different, and meaningful, and EPIC. And I realized, besides environmental work and streaming, what I’m most known for is being a fighter. And if you’re gonna lean in for the views, you lean all the way in.” She panned the camera across the mountain of food. “Also… this is obviously way too much food for just the two of us. So! I invited every fighting tournament participant I know with Native American heritage.” “Remind me again, how many are coming?” Michelle called out. “Eleven! From all across the U.S., Canada, and Mexico. That makes thirteen of us total!” Julia responded. She held up a finger with each name she listed off to the camera. “There will be Chief Thunder and his brother, Eagle, coming in from the Nez Perce reservation in Idaho. T. Hawk, Juli, Lili, and Noembelu of the Thunderfoot tribe in Mexico, White Buffalo of the Amayi tribe flying down from the Rocky Mountains, Rick Strowd from Southtown, Nightwolf of the Lakota-Sioux tribe in South Dakota, Galuda is traveling from the Western Wilds, not sure where that is, Black Hawk will be here, his father fought in the revolutionary war, never say that I don’t go all out for you guys, and finally making the farthest trip to be with us on this special holiday is Wolf Hawkfield from northern Canada." She beamed proudly. “It’s like the Ultimate Native-Heritage Crossover Event. A Thanksgiving Cinematic Fighting Universe.” Julia turned her attention back to her mom. “Do you ever think of being an active fighter again?” Michelle placed a hand on her hip. “I was only ever interested in fighting to avenge my husband’s murder at the hand of Heihachi Mishima. But after I found you, I found a better purpose. And I am very thankful for that.” Julia whispered to the phone. “She hasn’t competed in a proper tournament since King of Iron Fist 2. Just tag exhibitions now. Not even tempted to get back in there.” Michelle shook her head while kneading dough. “No. Being your mom is enough for me. But—” Michelle gave Julia a pointed look. “Since preparing a feast for thirteen people was your idea, you’re going to need to help.” “Ah! Okay, stream! Gotta go! When we come back, you’ll meet all the legendary fighters! You’ll see our fantastic fest on display and I’ll intercut interviews that I conduct throughout the video.” The screen cut to black. The feast took place outside among mesas and saguaro cacti. Long wooden tables were set with colorful blankets, pottery, and lit lanterns. The sky burned orange and violet. All thirteen people sat around the tables, it was an intimidating, magnificent spread of warriors. Michelle stood at one end. “Thank you all for coming. It means a great deal to Julia, and to me,” she declared. T. Hawk’s voice was deep and respectful. “The honor is ours.” “You’ve prepared a feast worthy of any chief’s hall,” added Chief Thunder. Lily started to load up multiple plates. “And there’s so much!” she marveled. “Juli, Noembelu, I will make plates for you!” “Thank you, Lily,” Juli answered softly. Noembelu nodded silently. Julia intercut her first interview into the video. She sat with T. Hawk in front of the camera. “You’re a trailblazer. A hero,” Julia gushed. “Do you ever think about your impact?” “…No. My only concern was keeping my tribe safe. After Shadoloo destroyed our home, resettling in Mexico was all that mattered.” He paused, deep emotion appeared behind stoic eyes. “But on a day like today, I’m thankful. I am thankful that we were able to rescue Juli and Noembelu from Bison’s brain washing.” The video cut to an interaction between Michelle and Juli. “Your real name is also Julia?” asked Michelle. “Yes… though to avoid confusion today with your daughter I am just going by Juli, which is what I was called when I worked for Shadoloo.” Empathy filled Michelle’s face. “That must be a painful reminder for you, you don’t have to do that.” “I don’t mind. No really it’s fine, I have power over the name. It has no power over me.” Michelle smiled warmly. The video switched back to the interview between Julia and T. Hawk. “Our hardships bonded us. Juli and I. We’re married now,” he stated. Julia grinned at the camera. “That’s adorable. Now let’s talk about new tournaments? Thinking about returning?” T. Hawk shrugged. “Not sure. But I’m proud of Lily. She carries our tribe into the next era.” Julia agreed. “I’ve seen some film of her in action. She’s great.” The video cut back to the holiday feast. Galuda sat next to Chief Thunder and Eagle as they dined on casserole. He excitedly inspected Eagle’s crossbow. “This would be an AMAZING weapon in the Power Stone arenas,” he mused. “It’s been good to me,” said Eagle. “It’s no ordinary crossbow and I don’t know if I would have the courage to go after Ultratech again after they kidnapped me without it.” “They kidnapped you?” Galuda questioned. “Yeah, used my fighting technique as a basis for their killer robot, Fulgore. My brother over here would not rest until he found me. Was eventually set free by an alien ice humanoid named Glacius,” Eagle explained. Galuda’s eyes widened. “And I thought I knew some colorful characters.” The video cut back to a Julia interview, this time with Nightwolf. The shaman sat calmly, hands folded, with upright posture. “What are you thankful for this year?” Julia asked. “This peace. With the Mortal Kombat tournament looming it is… rarely quiet. Outworld and the Netherrealm never stay still. So I’m thankful to gather here among friends and enjoy the brief serenity.” “You speak of friends, have you made some here already?” Julia questioned. “Yes. I shared some roasted bison with Chief Thunder. I had heard of people comparing us in the past and was curious to meet him. He is a man of honor, although we certainly walk divergent paths there are some similar motivations. I am happy that we have finally met and could even see us standing side by side in battle some day.” The video cut to famed wrestler, Wolf Hawkfield, and “White Wolf of the Ring” boxer, Rick Strowd seated away from the others. The two proud fighters were in the midst of a heated conversation over their cups of pumpkin atole. “Wrestling requires total mastery of the human body,” Wolf insisted. “Boxing requires precision. Footwork. Strategy. We don’t just hug our opponents, y’know.” countered Rick. “That’s slander,” Wolf shot back. The video cut to Julia’s third interview, this one with White Buffalo. Julia leaned toward the massive, gentle mountain of a man. “I asked Nightwolf and I’m going to ask you too, what are you thankful for?” “I’m thankful for all the tournaments I’ve participated in,” he replied “Do you ever wish the tournaments you were in were more famous like the World Warrior tournament of the King of the Iron Fist?” “No. The first tournament was just to train to make sure I was ready to assume my role as the next Amiyai chief. After that I only participated in fighting tournaments to collect interesting items,” he explained. “So… are you some kind of kleptomaniac?” Julia inquired. “I don’t think so. But others have said that,” White Buffalo admitted. He scratched his cheek. “Oh I also once competed to win a princess as a bride.” Julia was shocked. “That’s certainly… something.” “Probably for the best I lost,” “I’d say so, that is a horrible way to start a relationship,” Julia opined. “Although if you do look back on some cultural history..” White Buffalo sighed. “Either way I’m still single now.” The video cut to Nightwolf as he sat next to Michelle and patiently explained the different realms to her. Confusion was etched on Michelle’s face. “So there is an Outworld, an Edenia, and a Nettherrealm in addition to our Earthrealm?” “That is correct. As well as other realms. There is a vastness to it that can swallow you up if you think about it too long,” “Sure,” Michelle responded. The video cut to Julia’s next sit down interview, with Lily. “What are you thankful for, Lily?” Lily answered enthusiastically. “For Toyno’Ikonoi! The spirit that speaks to me through the wind!” Julia blinked. “That sounds vaguely ominous. Is your tribe not concerned given its tumultuous history?” Lily smiled. “Nope. He’s kind!” “Well ok then. Now that you are representing your tribe in the World Warrior tournament, how are the other doing?” Lily hesitated. “T. Hawk and Juli are happy and doing well. But Noembelu… other members of the tribe are very wary of her because of her time as a Shadoloo Doll. They are wary of Juli too, but at least she has T. Hawk. I think Noembelu’s lonely.” The video cut to Black Hawk in conversation with Chief Thunder. Noembelu was near them and she inspected Black Hawk’s ceremonial weapons silently. The video then cut back to Julia and Lily. Julia had a spark in her eye. “I have an idea,” Julia told Lily. “I believe Noembelu just needs to talk to someone outside of her tribe, someone that doesn’t associate her with all that baggage. And I think I know the perfect person.” Lily matched Julia’s enthusiasm. “What a fantastic idea. Who did you have in mind?” The video cut to wide shots of Julia and Lily first talking to White Buffalo and then both talking to Noembelu. The distance of the camera made the conversations inaudible, but it was clear what they were doing. As the holiday feast winded down, White Buffalo and Noembelu found each other and talked quietly beside the mesa. Noembelu was reserved, White Buffalo bashful. A clear connection was soon formed between them, so much so that it caught the eye of T. Hawk. He approached them and folded his arms. “If you seek her affection, White Buffalo, you must prove yourself in battle.” White Buffalo was already smitten by the axe wielding beauty. “A traditional combat trial! I accept!” Noembelu quickly interjected. “I don’t need protection. I can protect myself.” “I know. I did not mean to imply that you could not,” stated T. Hawk. “But Shadoloo may return to try and reclaim you. I care about you and if you wish to be in the company of people from outside our tribe they must prove that they can hold their own against the forces of Bison.” Michelle groaned. “This was supposed to be a peaceful gathering,” she pleaded. Julia was actually pleased by this turn of events. “But Mom… we are all fighters here, a challenge was bound to happen, and think of the CONTENT.” Michelle sighed. “Fine. But at least wait a few hours after eating.” Nightwolf chuckled as he rose up from the table. “It appears we can never escape combat. Not truly.” T. Hawk and White Buffalo shook hands and solidified their agreement to fight. Galuda was confused. “You all really fight without stones around to power you up?” Julia grabbed her phone and talked to the camera with excitement. “You heard it, everyone. For my next video you will get to see exclusively the first ever fight between T. Hawk and White Buffalo. Don’t forget to subscribe!”

Landslide victory for T. Hawk when it comes to the AI. And I am personally going to slot this into the Outstanding match set-ups. Great job 5* from me. I'm going with T. Hawk as well mostly because I've actually played a game with him in it heh.

Let's do this! (And on time!)

The argument is that he's Denny Crane. That is the whole argument. Besides at this point to give us a chance you need to start arguing against you character lol.

This is the Collector's hole gig. He's not failing here. He's selling you a cardboard box in return for a piece of your soul.

Sataro isn't just a beast on his own, but with his friends and students joining him, things might have gone differently in his own story. Cattleya is a weapons merchant, but she's not putting out the same firepower as Gojo.