Outstanding Match Set-ups from the CBUB (and maybe beyond?)

As inducted by Magnamax.

Match Creator: AVP vs The Terminator (24 matches created, rank 2, FPA of 3.9)

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Toshiro Kago, the one of many vice presidents of Tagruato Enterprises glanced nervously at his superior, who was sitting calmly behind his desk. Kago coughed and began to speak;

"Sir, the deep sea drilling project has been a failure. Nothing of any value has been recovered. There is no oil in this area. The project has been a waste of our time and resources. With your permission, I would like to shut down the oil rig and bring our employees back to Japan. This rig will continue to draw money away from our monthly income, and I fear that it will all have been for nothing. Many of the other vice presidents agree with me on this matter, and-" the vice president managed to get this far in his sentence before his superior cut him off.

"Yes, I know. One of your colleagues has already spoken to me on this matter, and I shall tell you what I told him; the project will go ahead as planned. Numerous sources have indicated that oil has been found in this area, and if we find it our income is expected to double within the next few years. I'm afraid that this is the end of the matter." he replied smugly.

"Ah... yes, sir. But there is one other thing I wished to discuss with you; one of our workers was patrolling the perimeter a few nights ago. According to him, little could be heard over the noise of the deep-sea drill, but as he was making his third round he believes that he heard some sort of low, rumbling noise coming from the ocean. Apparently, it was so loud it could be easily heard over the drill." The vice president finished his sentence hurriedly. He already knew that this had been a waste of time. The president stared witheringly at him before speaking coldly:

"I assure you, Kago, it will take more than mere ghost stories to change my mind on this matter. If this is all you wished to discuss, I suggest you leave before I have my guards escort you from the room."

Toshiro Kago concealed a sigh before speaking; "Yes, sir."

Without another word, he turned and strode quickly from the room.

END OF SLUSHO™ SECURITY CAMERA RECORDING 10098.

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Deep beneath the Tagruato oil rig, the Tagruato drill continued to spin, burrowing deeper and deeper into the Earth's crust, searching for precious oil that would never be found. Fifty feet away from the drill, a massive, dark shape swam through the murky water. It had been searching for the reason that it had awoken from its slumber early, and he had now found it. For thousands of years this creature had been sleeping, and it was not due to awake until it had matured enough biologically to be considered an adult of his species. This was not that time. Something had caused it to wake whilst still in its early childhood. It had woken confused and angry, not knowing what to do without its long-dead parent. Then it had felt the Earth move and a deafening noise had echoed around its ears. Roaring in its fury, it had smashed through the underground cavern that it had slumbered in and torn through the water, determined to locate the source of this noise and destroy it. After hours of searching, it had finally found its target. It shot through the water towards the massive drill, preparing to crush it, when it saw that it was connected to something that ran from the drill to the surface. It lashed out with its left arm, then its right, before unleashing his powerful jaws on the metal drill, easily demolishing the machine. The creature swam towards the surface, intending to destroy the large complex that the drill was connected to. Using its huge tentacles, the creature tore the oil rig to pieces in less than an hour, sending chunks of metal flying in all directions, before sinking back into the ocean silently. Not knowing exactly what to do next, it took off swimming in one direction, putting it on a direct collision course with Manhattan...

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After it had reached Manhattan, New York, the beast had clambered out of the ocean before viciously attacking everything in sight. What seemed to be a large, green giant was ferociously attacked, having its head torn off and thrown deep into the city of New York. The creature was met with little resistance, only having to battle miniscule men and slightly bigger armoured vehicles. Suddenly, hundreds of parasites the size of dogs inhabiting the monster detached themselves from the beast, sensing fresh meat down on the surface. They spread through the city like a plague. The beast, ignoring these irritating creatures which were harmless to him, crushed the remaining humans with ease before continuing deeper into the city, destroying everything in sight...

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Ronald Sheckley, head scientist of the Cross-Dimensional Research department, examined the blueprints lain out on the marble table in front of him for the umpteenth time before sighing in frustration. Perhaps it had been a waste of time working after all of his lab-hands had left after all. The latest project of the Fujiwaka Cross-Dimensional Research department was incredible in theory, but almost impossible to create. Holding his head in his hands, he scanned the entire page once again. The title read "Otherworldly Travel". Not the best title in the world, but it would do. He carefully read through the blueprints once again, thoroughly examining every cog and wire, before yelling in delight. He had connected two of the wires together in the wrong order. Pulling on a pair of rubber gloves he half-ran, half skipped to the large machine that would open a rift to another reality. Opening a compartment on the side of the machine, he plunged his gloved hands into the machine. He quickly tried to loosen the problematic wires, but shrieked as sparks flew from the machine. Stumbling backwards, he kicked the compartment door shut angrily before slumping to the floor. This was the project that would get him a Nobel Prize, that would finally get him the recognition he deserved as the greatest mind since Einstein, and here he was being put off by a few sparking wires! He was almost crying with frustration when he decided to take a break and see what was on the television. He went to the staff room and pressed the "on" switch on the remote control just in time to see a breaking news report that a "giant monster" had attacked New York. At first he grinned sheepishly, thinking it to be some sort of joke, when the ground beneath him rumbled violently. He lost his balance and fell to the floor in a heap before picking himself up and returning his attention to the television. His jaw dropped as he saw live footage of a huge creature destroying buildings. He recognized the street the footage was taken from, and realized that it was only a mile away. He sprinted from the room, and almost fell once again when the entire building shook violently. An idea was forming in his mind. If he could rush the cross-dimensional project through, he may be able to conceal himself from the creature in another dimension until it was stopped. He gasped as he heard a window breaking downstairs. Two Parasites entered the building and began searching for food. He ran to the laboratory and pulled on a Radiation Protection suit. He ran to a console and typed in a series of commands. The machine should have started running, but Sheckley realized that he needed to fix the stray wires. Sprinting to the machine and opening the compartment door, he yanked the wires apart, ignoring the sparks that flew from the machine, before tying them together in the correct order. He sprinted back to the console and glanced at the two-way observation window and almost screamed. Two of the Parasite creatures where throwing themselves at the reinforced glass in an attempt to reach the scientist. Using the console to activate the machine, Sheckley ran to the place where the dimensional window should appear.

Glancing back at the window, Sheckley saw a small crack run down the length of the glass as another Parasite attempted to enter. He gave out a triumphant yell as a small hole appeared out of nowhere, connected to the large machine by a single beam of light. As the hole grew in size, Sheckley peered inside. All he could see was mist. He grinned happily as he realized the air in this dimension must be breathable to sustain mist. He was still grinning as something shot out of the darkness towards him. Some sort of tentacle wrapped itself around his head. He gave a muffled cry before he was pulled head-first through the portal. A few moments passed, before an agonizing, drawn-out scream pierced the silence of the laboratory. It trailed off, and there was silence once more before glass shattered and a group of Parasites entered the laboratory. They stopped before the portal, sensing another presence concealed in the depths of the mist that came billowing through the portal. More Tentacles came through the portal along with the mist, which now enveloped the entire room. The Parasites faced the Tentacles and growled before leaping at them. One of the Tentacles was killed instantly as a Parasite used its massive teeth to tear it to shreds. Another wrapped itself around a Parasite, using its multiple mouths to tear massive chunks from the Parasite's body. The two remaining Parasites viciously attacked the final tentacle, managing to tear it in half, kiling it. They began to eat the remains of the Tentacles when a huge crustacean lumbered through the mist. The Parasites barely had time to register its presence before it brought its huge claw crashing down on them, easily cracking their protective shells and killing them. The Crustacean scooped up one of the Parasites, eager to try a new meal, when a growling noise came from behind him. The crustacean was confronted by a giant Mantis, which wanted the meals the crustacean had gathered for itself. They prepared to battle each other to the death as more tentacles loomed out of the mist. And in the distance, a huge creature, at least twenty times the size of any of the others, lumbered slowly towards the portal, creating huge craters with each footstep...

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The "Cloverfield" Creature, as the military had named it, was still loose in the city, crushing everything in sight. Suddenly it stopped, and turned its head sharply to the right. A wall of mist was enveloping the city, but the Cloverfield creature's extraordinary eyesight allowed it to look deeper into the mist than any other creature could. A massive, lumbering silhouette was making its way towards the spot where the Cloverfield creature was standing. It felt hundreds of parasites detach themselves from its skin and run towards the creature, which was surrounded by smaller creatures. The Cloverfield Monster roared in anger and charged into the mist, preparing to battle the creatures...

As inducted by treacherous.

Dagnabbit, this is what I'm talkin' about. Take notes:

The light flickered through Delta 38’s cracked visor. The dull hum of static ran through his ears, slowly being replaced by gun fire and the distant shouts of one of his squad. His body was numb and his head throbbed uncontrollably. What had happened? He couldn’t remember a thing. He slowly reached up to his helmet and removed it from his head, allowing the freezing rain to rush over his face. His headache began to fade under the rain’s presence, slowly permitting his other senses to come to life. The stinging rain kept his sight somewhat impaired but he could still make out the illuminating scarlet of blaster fire off in the distance. His sense of smell returned as well, filling 38’s sinuses with the overwhelming scent of smoke.

“Boss! Boss! Oh shit that looks bad! Don’t worry, I got you!”

38 looked up to see the form of Scorch running towards him. Before he got to him though, another sense returned – pain. Boss unleashed a bloodcurdling screech into the air and looked down to see the source of the smoke. A large black hole was now visible in the center of his chest, the chest plate that use to be there was nowhere to be seen. His flesh was now a black crust and blood seeped out from around the crevices. Scorch knelt beside him with a med kit.

“Gah!...What’s the situation delta?”

Boss gritted his teeth and his eyes rocked back and forth but he tried his best to keep calm. Scorch looked down on the gaunt face of his commander and frowned beneath his helmet.

“Sev is dead, sir. I found him in the clearing a few clicks north. I heard gunfire so I ran back as fast as I could. The new guy was already a goner, spinal cord and head ripped clean off! You were struck in the chest before I could even find the target; some blue plasma thing came flying out of freakin’ nowhere! Once the rain picked up, Fixer and I caught sight of him. He’s huge, Boss! Fixer tagged him a few times and I nicked him with an anti-armor shot. It got him on the run for sure. Fixer went after him and told me to take care of you. So here I am.”

The cooling sensation of bacta rushed over Boss as Scorch held the paddles over his charred form. The pain began to fade. Then, a realization came over him – the sound of blasters were gone.

“Scorch, get back to Fixer now!”

Scorch rose to his feet and suddenly a circular shape whizzed over Boss’s head and warm wet substance landing on his face. Boss turned back to Scorch who stood still in front of him.

“Scorch? Are you alright?

Delta 62 stroked his hand along his body frantically, then after breathing a sigh of relief, Scorch slowly turned back around and held up his thumb.

“Yeah, all's good, Boss.”

The delta took one step forward and his upper torso peeled from his frame and thudded to the ground.

Delta 38’s eyes widened and he thrust his hand into the moist jungle floor, forcing himself to his feet. He hastily looked for his blaster, only to grab the one still clutched in Scorch’s lifeless fingers.

The jungle seemed to roar to life all at once, everything was moving faster than reality to the delta commander. He whirled around in a circle, squinting as the rain pelted his naked eyes. Leaves flew by, animals scurried past his feet, and the fateful thud of 62’s lower half finally collapsing to the floor all caused Delta 38’s heart to race.

He began to limp off in a random direction, scouring the hectic jungle for his unseen foe. Then his heart jumped as a hand grabbed hold of his wrist as he rounded a tree.

“Boss…”

About three feet off the ground, Fixer rested against the tree, pinned there by a metallic staff.

“Dropped my gun… sir… almost had him… he’s… fast… sir… so fast…”

Boss stared into the blank visor of his brother – a deep sadness overwhelming him as he knew he was fading quickly.

“Where is he Delta?”

“Heh… sir… he’s right behind you…”

The hair on Boss’s arms rose to a point and he slowly turned to face whatever it was that awaited him. A large figure, clad in nothing but mesh and a helmet, looked down upon him. The clone instinctively tried raising his blaster, but he wasn’t fast enough. The alien grabbed a hold of the weapon and ripped it from his grasp, kicking him to his back in the process.

Boss grunted in pain and looked up to see the creature lumbering toward him. Fixer’s body hung limp against the tree beside him. Boss scrambled to his feet, unleashing his vibro-knuckler and entering into a fighter’s stance. A metallic sheathing sound filled the air as the beast unleashed his wristblades. Boss’s heart thumped uncontrollably and the pain in his chest began to resurface. This creature was unlike anything he had ever seen; larger than any Trandoshan, faster than any Geonosian, and he made him feel something he never thought he would feel – fear.

The commando anxiously awaited his foe to make the first move. It seemed like time slowed as he watched the large creature move forward. Even the rain seemed to slow its descent as the creature swung its right arm and began the battle.

The two traded blows: a punch to head, a kick to the torso, and a cut across the chest. Both bled as the rain pounded their bodies. But Boss knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His foe was stronger. His foe was quicker. His foe was smarter. With one last fateful lunge, the creature parried with his left handed blade and severed the clone’s hapless arm with his right. Boss didn’t even yell, he simply crumbled to his knees and slumped his head forward. It all happened so fast. How had this creature overwhelmed them with such ease? Maybe if Sev was there things would have been different. The clone closed his eyes and let the darkness engulf him. His body was burnt, torn, and broken, yet his mind was far worse off. He heard the creature walk behind him and yet he didn’t attempt to move. He died before the monster could swing. The predator lifted the clone’s severed head into the air and his roar of triumph echoed throughout the jungle.

The Delta Squad was no more.

A week had passed since his battle with the clones. His wounds from the battle had long healed by then and he sat perched on a tree branch scouring Kashyyyk’s landscape. Creatures of all sorts roamed these jungles - their intelligence left something to be desired though. Two factions had caught his attention though. A group of hairy ooman-like creatures battled savagely with their metal advisories. However, a day or two ago, the droids simply… died. Every last one simply dropped to the floor without even a push. Even more intriguing to Dark was that the oomans who fought alongside the hairy ones turned their fire onto their allies as soon as their metal quarry ceased to function.

The oomans on this world all seemed the same to Dark and he found hunting them oddly repetitive. The ones who called themselves “Delta Squad” appeared to be their greatest warriors and the few oomans Dark hunted down after them lacked the challenge Dark desperately desired. Perhaps the hairy oomans would pose more of a threat?

The sound of battle suddenly reached Dark’s ear and he took off in that direction without delay. As he leapt through the air, from tree to tree, his form became hidden to the naked eye as his cloaking field enveloped his body.

“Fall back! There’s too many of them-ACK!”

The clone officer’s warning was cut off with a bolt through the neck; his troops, nevertheless, heeded his warning and ran. The Wookiees charged after them firing green energy blasts from their primitive looking bows, dropping a few of the fleeing soldiers.

“RAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

The Wookiees roared in victory as they watched their enemies flee. Unbeknownst to them, the real battle for their lives would begin in moments.

High above the battlefield, Dark watched with excitement. His helmet zoomed in the harry ooman’s weapons and a list of details scrolled along his visor. They weren’t as primitive as he had thought. They carried crossbows that fired like blasters, some firing up to three shots in a spread fire radios. Their melee combat impressed Dark as well. Dark had watched a single Wookiee take on five clones at once ,with but a blade, and he butchered them all with ease.

Suddenly, one of the larger black haired Wookiees turned in his direction and sniffed the air. His eyes went crossed eyed as he attempted to see the three red dots that abruptly appeared on his forehead.

“SPLAAAT!”

The other Wookiees’ eyes widened in shock as their brethren’s head erupted without warning. A second Wookiee screamed in horror as a net flew through the air and encased his body. His brothers rushed to his aid but could do nothing as the net slowly diced their brother’s carcass into small chunks of flesh.

“RAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

The war cry caught the Wookiees off guard. It sounded as if another group of Wookiees were the cause of their brethren’s death. This angered them greatly. With a returned roar, the group of Wookiee warriors raised their bowcasters and charged blindly into the jungle before them. Wookiee or not, their enemy would die for what they had done.

By Bloody Freak

As inducted by account01.

2 matches
shellsbut

Samson had been following the events of Hulk and his Warbound coming to earth, taking over the city and extracting revenge on those that betrayed him. Samson had seen enough and knew he had to try to get through to Bruce the man inside the monster. It did not take long to find where the Hulk was as he was now the ruler of a major city. The hard part would be convincing him that what he is doing is wrong. Samson had always been a friend of Bruce and the Hulk but that is not to say they had not thrown down and had there share of brawls before. Samson just hope things would not degrade to that and that reason could get through to the Green Scar where everything else had failed.


“Okay we can only take you this far. We cant take you into the city, his orders, and we sure as hell don’t want to piss him off anymore then he is already.”


“Yeah about that. I’m not one hundred percent sure this is going to work so you might want to call in sick tomorrow. The city might not be here.”


“Well let you down in that area there.”


“No need. I can take it from here.” Samson opened the door of the helicopter and jumped out. He went into free fall rocketing down and impacting like a meteor. The pavement beneath him feet cracked and broken little pieces of what was road seconds ago coming down like a spring shower.


“God I hate it when they do shit like that. These supers always say they want to be treated no differently then you and I, and they are just like us. Hey, I’m fine with that but just don’t jump the hell of a helicopter 400 feet in the air and break through the road I usually take to work in the morning and walk away without me think something just aint right.”


“I know what you mean. Half of em freak me out just looking at there faces. Rock men guys made of fire…..giant green trolls, what the hell do they want us to think.”


“Yeah book it out of here I got a bad feeling about this guys so called friendly meeting with big green.”


“Hey he said he’s a doctor so who better to patch em selves up after they break all the bones in there bodies.”


Samson walked most of the way into the city headed to the stadium which the Warbound had turned into a gladiatorial arena. He was in the lot looking at the structure. It had seen better days and had already had some action. Word is a few of the unlucky heroes have already battled a round or two in there and it was easy to tell.


“Alright Samson get moving one foot in front of the other.”


“How about a 180 and don’t stop till the sun sets.” It was not quite the welcome he was hoping for.


“Listen I have to talk to Bruce.”


“Bruce?”


“Your Hulk…the Hulk….your leader. You know the big green guy that smashes things when he throws a temper.”


“He aint taking house calls. Leave now or I will send you packing.”


Samson paused. The smart thing would be leave but he needed, NO had to try to get through to the Hulk.


“God….I’m really sorry bout this.” Samson landed an uppercut right to the jaw sending Korg up into the bright sky and plummeting down hard to the ground with a thud.


“He seemed nice. Another time I would have taken a rain check. Hope he’s alright.”


“Yeah,” Korg got to his feet. “Yeah I’m alright. Nice punch. You can throw em but can you take them?”


Samson paused. “Is everybody a heavy hitter these days?”


“Yep that’s about right. You guessed it, so here’s’ your prize.” A delivery van turned into a fast ball special collided with Samson causing a spark as the metal and Doc skidded down the parking lot. There was a loud explosion and flash of fire as the fuel went up like lights in times square. Samson kicked what twas left of the vehicle off him and got to his feet. Korg just stared at him.


“Geez what is every body a heavy hitter these days. Is there anyone normal on the planet? We’re supposed to be the weird big tough…” Korg was tackled to the ground before he could finish the sentence. Samson was determined to get in as much as Korg was determined to keep him out.


The Technomancer of Nesh (81 matches created, rank 1, FPA of 3.9)

Vin sighed as she opened the door to the flat she was staying at due to the rocky state of things with Elend, tired from a hard days work on Hugo's The Princess Bride adaptaion. She licked the light on and jumped back in surprise. A Steel inquisitor was in her house.

"Calm down Vin." She did a little, she knew that voice, Marsh.

"Marsh, it's nice to see you but how the hell did you get in here?" Marsh pointed to the spikes in his eyes.

"I could see the spare key under the mat kid," he said, "Now we need to talk about about this thing you've got going on with that Starkiller fellow."

"There's nothing going on, just, tabloid grade rumors." Vin protested.

"I know a lie when I hear oneVin, even a white lie,you're attracted to him." Vin shrunk a bit but her eyes were defiant

"So what if i am?" she asked.

"Vin those Sci-fi guys think they're better to us. because they got lasers and spaceships ad all that crap. They don't understand the majesty of magic or the beauty of simpler times. Breaking up with Elend is one thing, heaven knows half the crew don't approve of noblemen, but going for one of those high brow Sci-fi types? Kelsier may find okay buut he was always crazy, we've got to find you a respectable fantasy man before it's too late." Maesh said.

"Isn't it my buisness who I date Marsh?"

"Not when you got lightsabers in your house."

"You went through my things?'

'Vin, the crew may have raised but we're still thieves, of course I did. You're coming with me and don't even try to fight it, you know I can moe fast thanks to my stolen Feruchemy." Vin slunk down in defeat.


Half an hour later Ye Old BBQ Grill and Bar:


"A Speed dating service? I can still rip those spikes out of you, you know.' Vin deadpanned.

"Ah but you wouldn't do that to me, a lot of these guys are single and looking for love and are better than some droid kisser." Marsh said. Vin struggled to get through each guy until finally she hard a voice with a Spanish accent.

"Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya, you did not kill my father and do not need to die." Oh the irony.

"Vin. My friend Date's playing you in Hugo's adaptation." she said.

"Did say Vin as in Vin of Mistborn, I thought you had a boyfriend, that Starkiller fellow." Inigo mused.

"Galen and I are just coworkers." Vin repeated out of reflex. Did everyone and their dog think they were dating.

"Ah I see, well that's just as well, a beautiful woman such as yourself, can far better than that. Starkiller is a coward who hides behind the Force because he lacks blade skills," Vin glaeed over at Marsh, she wanted to rip his back spike out and kill him right now, then she'd stab Inigo with it for insulting Galen. Unfortunately killing was banned here, "So you said Dante of Deil May Cry was playing me how's he doing, did he get the accent right?" Vin need to get out of her but that wouldn't be easy with Marsh around.


I like both these for a few reasons. They are to the point and get that point across, the yare not ten pages long and I enjoyed reading reading them, I like the characters and THEY USE PUNCTUATION PROPERLY

Im not a fan of this style

Doom: How do you expect to defeat me.

Ironman: becauses I must for the good of humanity.

Domm: hahahahahahahaha

As inducted by treacherous.

You have to forgive me. This is horribly formatted into one massive clump of text. I found it not in its original format, so the paragraphs aren't broken up properly. I wanted to preserve at least one of Caesar Speaks CBUB matches. Lord knows I didn't preserve too many of mine (Except the Tournament of Fighters - crowd favorite).

Hulk v. Dr. Doom

The earth rocked as another explosion rumbled forth, spewing liquid fire and hot, smoldering debris rocketing forth from its deadly epicenter against the nearly impenetrable palace wall.

Location: Doomstadt, Latveria -- Castle Doom

Three more rockets streaked across the red-orange sky, their powerful, twin propulsion guided engines humming ominously over the mountainous landscape as surface emplacements fired round after round of flak shells into the air around them. Two cloudbursts of flak explosions opened up before the passage of the lead rocket, the shrapnel ripping through the thick alloy casing of the smartweapon and severing the guidance system from the rocket propulsion system. Dropping like a stone from the sky, the harmless projectile was quickly engulfed in flak rounds and destroyed while the remaining two held course, shuddering through the line of anti-air and missile defense weaponry and tearing straight toward the mammoth reinforced stone castle.
Below, legions of Latverian soldiers wailed in panic and grief as the high-tech weapons of destruction rocketed ever closer to the palace of their revered lord and master. Too fast for flak rounds and far too close to the castle perimeter for EMP and ballistic anti-missile fire, the outcome of the battle looked bleak indeed to the Latverians frantically scrambling to regroup along the defense perimeter, repelling the voracious advances of the Hungarian troops that had invaded the small nation in conjunction with the renegade Romanian freedom fighter's faction a week ago.
Suddenly, a single form streaked forth from the castle's uppermost parapets to meet the approaching rockets, causing a brief cheer to go up from the Latverians watching before they turned back to their attackers and resumed the bloody fray with redoubled effort and reinforced zeal; the Master had survived! He was to join the battle! Victory was assured!
Swerving before the path of the rockets, the iron-clad monarch sailed over the battlefield, the high-tech weapons closing in on his castle jerking off-course to follow his flightpath, responding just as predicted to the high frequency jamming signal and re-programming route being blasted from his suit's radar array.
Location: Outskirts of Doomstadt, Latveria, twenty miles from the capital district -- Invading Force Forward Command Base
General Anton Constantin, formerly of the Romanian Special Infantry Division High Command, strode forth to admire the beautiful Latverian sunset, ignoring the battle raging not thirty miles distant and hardly noticing the sharp, ratatatatatata of distant machine gun fire over the far ridge.
"Ah, how poetic, eh, men?" The renegade commander asked his communications staff in a pleasant voice. "The suns sets over Latveria; so ends the tyranny of Doom!"
A few men laughed. One man seemed ready to reply when the communications equipment beside him jumped suddenly to life with a sharp crack and hiss of an incoming transmission.
"General Constantin," rumbled a deep, menacing voice from the speaker, hollow of emotion in its delivery yet somehow full of obvious hate. The general's eyes narrowed.
"Doom." He said simply. "Have you called to --"
"-- Negotiate the terms of your immediate surrender." The monarch cut him off.
Constantin, despite himself, could not help but smile. Yes, he had heard of this tyrant and his wily ways, this expert diplomat: truly gifted in the language of the most serpentine of politicians, yet endowed also with the poison of the most vile cobra in military prowess. For seven long years Constantin had contemplated his revenge on this iron-clad monster who had murdered his beloved uncle in the Expansion Wars of the early 60s, when Doom had first come to power, vying with his neighbors, Romania and Hungary, for military and trade dominance in the region.
"Nothing will keep me from my revenge, tyrant," the general growled. "Choose your next words carefully, they are among your last."
No reply was heard over the speakers as the general and his staff stood still, muscles tense in the dying light as the sounds of distant explosions carried faintly over them beyond the pass. The machine gun fire over the ridge had ended, signaling the advance of the attack well into the doomed capital city. A drop of water fell from an overturned canteen to splash lightly into a small puddle in the ground next to the main communications table, the noise of the tiny drip startling the watch officer in the electrified silence.
Beep. Beeep. Beeeep. Beeeeeeep. Beepbeepbeepbeepbee---
The nearest communications officer's head snapped around, his deep-set brown eyes wide in surprise and dawning fear.
"Sir, two missiles, two of ours, are headed right this way!"
One minute later ...
A final explosion rocked the countryside as the ridge disappeared in a cloud of dust and rubble. The caped figure sped away across the open, hilly landscape as the suit's sensors registered what he had already seen with his own two eyes; the rockets had found their mark.
"Surrender accepted, general," Victor Von Doom said, closing the now-dead connection.
Location: New York City, New York, The United States of America -- United Nations Building
"Latveria has not been recognized! This is a closed worksession regarding the trade agreements between the United States and the Eastern European trade-free nations," shouted the speaker, the United States delegate. "Latveria has consistently refused to agree to the Hendermeir-Gorsky free trade pacts, you know this, Doom --"
"You are even now plotting violent acts of insurrection and invasion against my sovereign nation and I will not tolerate such diplomatic blithering a moment longer, Delegate Turnis," came the reply as security officers poured into the room from three different doors, only to stop cold before the wrathful countenance of the world's most feared world leader.
"This talk is nonsense, Doom, and you know it! You understand as well as any of us here the proper channels to go through to file an official complaint with the security council," the U.S. delegate fired back. "Perhaps you would like to file with the secretary to renegotiate your membership standing in the UN Economic Free-Trade Commission, while you're at it?"
"The same commission that has consistently turned its back upon the Latverian "Half-Way Accords"?" Doom demanded. "I offer the United States a three year, five percent reduction in import fees, coupled with ongoing seventy-five percent breaks on imports and exchangeable trade with six of Latveria's closest neighbors, yet I am scoffed as a greedy tyrant while the American delegation consistently demands full pardon from open-ended trades in the Latin American and Caribbean markets?"
The assembled council refused to budge as the security officers tip-toed cautiously toward the back of the furious iron-clad ruler.
"Doom," Turnis began with a firm voice, "I suggest you take up this matter with the appropriate officials --"
"Enough!" Doom roared, scattering the security personnel and causing the few delegates nearest the door to flinch in surprise and fear. "Consider this the resignation of Latveria from the United Nations. If the United States and its puppet allies continue such aggressive and underhanded attacks on my people, you will all face the consequences. This, I swear to you all!"
Turning on a heel, Doom strode from the room, the doors slamming shut behind him as the delegates began an immediate flurry of motion and upset dialogue. Turnis, frowning, made for the side gallery exit, shouldering past a terrified Romanian diplomat and two members of the Ukranian delegation who implored him for his immediate support in petitioning the economic sanction of Latveria.
"Don't be foolish, Yuri," Turnis chided the nearest. "Latveria is completely self-sufficient. We would achieve nothing but in losing face."
Five minutes later, as the commotion of Doom's outburst had ebbed, the tones of the delegates had gradually returned to the matter at hand; negotiating a trade pact between Poland and Serbia. Ten minutes into the ensuing barter over tariff penalties and border tax exemption rites, the U.S. delegate had excused himself from the round-table discussion on the premise of pressing business with the Wakandan delegation in a distant wing of the building.
As Turnis stole from the room, a pair of silver-robed delegates from Symkaria exchanged a quick look before one of them stood and slipped unnoticed from the room by way of an opposite portal, quickly rounding the circular hallway circling the chamber to shadow Turnis's footsteps. He had not long to wait before the U.S. delegate halted, scanned briefly over his shoulder and produced a communications holo-port from his pocket.
"Norman? Can you hear me?" Turnis spoke in a low whisper over the device, fiddling with a dial on the side of the machine before a face suddenly came into focus on the holographic projector platform. "It's Turnis, Mr. Osborn, Doom isn't going for the bait, sir."
"What happened?" Norman Osborn, the new director of SHIELD and current military authority of the UN, snapped.
"He's denied my attempts to get Latveria back to the negotiating table, the trade agreements will be stalled and Latveria will continue to draw sympathy support from other fledgling superpowers against UN popular interest. The New World trade negotiations will never take hold."
"Calm down Turnis," Osborn said, the calm in his voice belying his disturbance. "Let me see to Doom. Do you recall your contingency plan codes?"
Turnis hesitated.
"Goddamnit, Turnis, you weasley moron, what did I tell you when I inducted you into this partnership? How are we supposed to retain security if I'm forced to explain things to you in plain English over an insecure line?"
The Symkarian delegate stiffened as the U.S. delegate again scanned the hallways, missing the spy's face as it darted back around the corner by the merest fraction of an inch. Turnis continued in a low tone.
"Norman, we are alone here, and the threat certainly justifies the risk ..." he began.
"Very well!" Osborn snapped. "You remember the containment facility we've financed in Symkaria? The one beneath the embassy in the capital? That is where Prisoner 666 is being detained. We release him in three days, once the Latverian delegation has completed its withdrawal from the United Nations. The chemical inhibitors will keep Dr. Banner safely subdued while we make the transfer across the border, but I need you to negotiate with the Symkarians the re-opening of their northern border so we can get him safely into Latveria before activating the Green Agent device."
Slowly, the Symkarian diplomat slid down the hallway, making his way carefully back toward the main chamber to report to his immediate superior before they both made their way to the embassy and reported to Mistress Sable what they had heard. The Incredible Hulk, missing for months, was to be set loose upon Latveria in three days' time.
Location: Castle Doom, One day later ...
"Doom?" Called the gentle voice through the fuzz of the long-distance communications relay equipment that crowded the far wall. Slowly, Silver Sable's image flickered into view over the holographic projection plate in the personal viewing chamber of Victor Von Doom, deep within the labyrinth chambers of Castle Doom.
"Madame Sablinova," Doom addressed the beautiful image with a respectful nod, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Quickly, without preamble, Sable filled the monarch in on what her agents had overheard from the U.S. delegate's conversations with the insidious puppet-master of the United Nations. She skipped over the details of the Symkarian efforts to blend spies into the diplomatic realm, and glossed the details of the her nation's particular interest into Latverian-themed discussions, but by the end of her hurried discourse, the green-caped, iron-clad ruler of Latveria was silent in thoughtful consideration.
Behind him, a curtain fluttered in the night breeze as the mighty Latverian leader contemplated this latest turn of betrayals and revolutions. Suspicion vied against suspicion as the willful mind of the master planner set into motion, all the while conscious of the weighty threat that faced his homeland. Whether Banner was to attack willingly or under influence of some chemical catalyst, the Incredible Hulk was a formidable opponent, indeed.
When he spoke, the calmness in his tone portrayed the frank suspicion he had ultimately failed to dispel.
"Symkaria has closed its border to Latveria. Consistently you have refused us negotiation and trade," he began, holding up a hand to silence Sable's reflexive response. "Yet now you come to us with information which, if true, will decide the fate of my people and broker the salvation of my rule. Why."
Sable hardly hesitated.
"Symkaria, Victor, does not care to be manipulated by foreign agents," she said. "We do not stand open aggressions in our region, and whenever we can, peace is the most preferable course of action, but in dealing with Norman Osborn and a being such as the Hulk, we thought it prudent to take a side on the issue. It is true we have no great love for Latveria, but the unleashing of a weapons of unimaginable destruction on a close neighbor and ... ally ... is unforgivable."
"Do not patronize me, Sable," Doom retorted. "Symkaria is no more an ally to Doom as a wren to a hawk, but your judgement is sound and your story compelling. I shall investigate closely your claims, but why would Symkaria not simply refuse opening its borders to the U.S. delegation to prevent the whole fiasco?"
Again Sable's reply was immediate.
"They would find some other way, soon enough," she said. "Why risk giving them cause to suspect Symkaria when a simple call to Latveria will suffice for all of our interests?"
"Logical, as always," Doom growled as the transmission ended.
For a moment his eyes lingered over the now deactivated image-projector where the cold eyes of Sable had gazed across at him a moment before. His dark pupils focuses inward rather than out, contemplating still the manifold twists in plans this latest news signified. If Sable was telling the truth, Osborn would be made to pay, of course, diplomatically and on a more ... personal level, as well, Doom thought with grim determination.
Of course, if Sable was telling the truth, there was also Banner to consider ...
Location: 1 Mile over the Latverian-Symkarian Border, Two days later ...
Bruce Banner awoke slowly from the nightmare, his senses immediately detecting motion as his eyes creaked open into the red half-light of ... an airplane? Slowly, a figure came into focus seated on a bench next to him near the side door slide, a soldier, from the looks of him, but covered head-to-toe in light but damage-resistant black armor. As he attempted to turn and address the man, Banner quickly realized he'd been drugged, the muscles in his neck lagging in responsiveness as he turned and managed to croak a single, flat question:
"Where?"
The soldier faced him with a short grunt, the black mask lookingh im up and down quickly before he turned away and hurriedly addressed a supervisor over a helmet-imbedded comm-system. When he turned back, he was hauling the groggy doctor to his feet. It was then that Banner realized his hands and feet were bound in heavy chains.
"Good timing, doc," the soldier shouted at him over the sudden roar of the airplane engine as the side door slid open. "You're about to go for a little trip, and it just wouldn't do for you to hit the ground sleeping!"
A quick, stinging pain bit into Banner's arm, followed by a searing agony as an unknown chemical agent coursed through the limb, making its way rapidly to his center body mass, pumping through his heart to reach the farthest extents of his body as the scientist felt a quick, gut-wrenching surge of ... of ...
"What have you done? You'll kill us all!" He cried, suddenly wide awake as the serum took hold and he felt the change coming on.
The soldier was quick and to the point as he shoved the struggling man through the door and out into the cold, night air.
"Fortunately, we won't be anywhere near you," he screamed over the engine. "Welcome to Latveria, Dr. Banner!"
Flying through the air, the lone figure jerked and twisted as the impossible rage shook through him, triggered to an even more rapid pace by the chemical catalyst introduced in his blood before the deployment. Snapping open, his eyes glowed a sudden bright yellow, then deepened to an eerie lime green.
Location: On the Ground, 30 Miles within the Latverian Border
The earth rocked as first one then a second monstrous green foot thudded into the hard rock surface of the mountainous border region. The sound of high-powered jets screeching off back across the Symkarian border filled the night air as the massive green fingers rubbed briefly at the place on his side where the now discarded, empty dart had pricked his side.
With a low grunt, the behemoth bounded forth over the void nighttime landscape into Latveria, the mindless drive of the radioactive killing-machine pondering continuously the single question of its next footstep, thinking neither beyond nor back in time from each new footstep into the strange, hostile land. The green-hinted haze that was steadily engulfing the creature's vision told it that something was near, something powerful and dangerous.
Another grunt as the massive Hulk leapt clear through a line of solid trees, skimming over a ridge of solid granite, dislodging a fair chunk of it by his impact as he landed with a terrifying roar in the midst of a large, flat, moonlit field. A lone man stood unpreturbed before the unstoppable force as the Hulk reared up to pound his mighty green chest, screaming in uncontrolled rage and passion as the opposing figure took a single step closer to issue a simple greeting.
"Greetings, Dr. Banner," Doom said. "I've been expecting you."
With a surge of energy, the green giant closed the distance between himself and the cloaked villain, a mighty hand swinging forward to snatch the challenger around the waist as Doom's gauntleted right fist darted forward, jamming straight into the Hulk's gaping jaw and unleashing a stinging blast of energy with such force the radiated monster's head snapped back and his eyes flared up with the energy discharge frying his throat and lungs.
Seconds later the teeth snapped down, penetrating the armor and severing Doom's arm as the monarh screamed in agony and rage.
Roaring in defiance, the Hulk hurtled the wounded enemy against a thick tree across the ridge, taking the briefest of opportunities to shake his head and snort in annoyance as the lingering pain of Doom's ill-fated attack was rapidly healed. A quick series of rattling intakes of breath built the goliath beast up into a fresh fit of fury as he lunged the short distance up to the half broken tree and flattened the crippled Doom with a mighty fist to an explosion of sparks as the DoomBot erupted under the incredible force.
Throwing back his head with a savage howl, half of the severed Doombot gripped in one meaty green fist as a trophy, the imposing monster noticed a second late the bright red whips that shot suddenly from beneath his bare feet. Four of the bands shot up to wrap two to each wrist while two more each bound the struggling beast's muscular legs.
Fighting the magic chains, Banner's formidable alter-ego had nearly overpowered the binds on his wrists when a fresh set of strands shot out from the rocky earth, tightening around the beast's throat and yanking the mighty warrior to his knee with choking force.
"I doubt you understand me, Banner," Doom began, emerging in a cloud of green smoke, hoving in the nearby night air as his gauntleted hands directed yet another three magic bands to bind the hulk's midsection. "But I'm afraid you are in for quite a great deal of pain in the next few moments."
With a roar of pain, the green giant redoubled his efforts to free himself from the bands of magic, which now bit hard into his steel-hard flesh, bit-by-bit, now glowing searing red with mystic heat. Doom floated silently to the ground and took to pacing around the helpless green giant.
"I will not lie to you, doctor," Doom continued as the Hulk slowly began to relent under the irresistable force and torture of the chains, "I do not enjoy this. Doom knows full well you are not responsbile for this brash invasion, but are merely a tool in the unworthy hands of an inglorious traitor."
With a sudden grinding the progress of the magic folds halted against the badly burned green flesh. Rocking, Doom felt the immediate counteroffensive of the caged beast against his magical will as the Hulk, impossibly, began to fight back once more, his strength seemingly completely restored despite the debilitating magic. Beneath his hard metal mask, Victor's brow knitted in concentration, then effort as beads of sweat broke out over the dictator's hideously scared visage.
A long swath of rocky earth tore up beneath the Hulk as the savage warrior tore first his right, then his left arm from the snapped red bands, immediately digging his fingers beneath the grip of the straps about his stomach as Doom staggered in pain and gasped for air against the overwhelming fury of the Hulk's surge in power against his magic.
"Im-impossible!" he gasped, leaping to the air as the magic dissipated and the Hulk leapt forth at once to grab at the dictator's cloak, missing it by the smallest fraction of an inch as a weak, final red magic band shot forth and momentarily halted the Hulk's powerful leap.
"Get back here, robot-man!" the Hulk bellowed, the forth of his breath alone causing the nearby trees to shudder.
"Hulk will smash puny tin man!"
"Fool!" Doom bellowed in response, circling the lurking giant from the air above.
"As if I, Victor Von Doom, would sally forth to battle with anything less than certain victory as an outcome! The Burnings Bands of Baal were but a trial with which to test your strength, now you shall feel the full force of Doom's wrath!"
"Too much talk!" Hulk roared.
"Agreed," Doom replied, preparing himself to meet the green goliath's next attack.

This fight posted by: Caesar Speaks!

As inducted by LoneWolf. 

By Buzz Line:


Constantly pushed apart by its own internal forces and pulled back together by the force of its own gravity as it turned on its axis, the planet Rock Star was an oddity in the cosmos. Despite having an atmosphere similar to the Earth's, the planet's unstable nature made it unattractive to outsiders and while small plants did fine, native fauna were scare in number. Scientists of various fields had great interest in this natural wonder but to the commoner, the planet was an unremarkable afterthought, mostly remembered for the battle that took place on it between the forces of the invader Pix and the traveling hero Kirby, which was really just a detour on Kirby's campaign against Dark Matter.

But now on Rock Star stirred those with ambition, which if fulfilled would give general consciousness much more to remember the planet by. They came in giant robots called zords, one pink the other purple, and they hauled a trailer behind them. The pilots' appearance was that of strangely dressed, blue eyed young women, thanks to exposure to humans, but by the standards of their species they were teenagers at best.

Marah wore a hat embedded with two blue crystals that resembled the compound eyes of a fly, what looked like a red and purple sleeveless golf shirt, brown shorts, black opera gloves and black boots. Her sister Kapri wore a black hat with spikes on its ends and something resembling a sleeveless, black leather top with pink pants, black opera gloves and black high heeled shoes. Her hair was long, pink and braided into two tails that hung down in the front.

Earlier, on their home base the two had stood before the shadowy figures that were their parents. "How could you betray your uncle?" Dad screamed. "But, he betrayed us first!" Marah cried." "And uncle Kanoi was a fan of power rangers, he was nicer than uncle Lothor!" but dad was not having any of it. "I would have you thrown off this space station if not for your mother!" She also scolded them. "Your acts of goodness bring shame to our family. We sent you to your Lothor uncle this summer to teach you the art of planet conquering, not to uncle Kanoi! I care not for the capture of my sister's husband, but I do care for you working with power rangers, known defenders and heroes! If you are to betray family, make sure it brings you gain and does no favors to the righteous!"

Their mother continued. "You father and I will be going on a raid but you two can't come. I've also removed all the money from your bank accounts. It will not be replaced until I have deemed you evil enough to use it wisely." "We worked hard...I worked hard for my..."Kapri tried to interject "And that is another reason why you will not have it back. I have not worked for anything that couldn't be taken by the force I command." said mom. "And don't go in our room!" added dad.

Capable adults could have demanded their rightful earnings and moved out, but Marah and Kapri were not adults and did not yet have the strength to defy their parents. Still defiance burned within them. Even without money they vowed to cause an atrocity that would put their parent's raiding to shame. Not for pleasure or malice against any potential victims, but for recognition from family. With most people uninterested and its landmarks constantly shifting around the surface, Rock Star seemed as good a place as any to begin their plans without interruption. That it was often telescoped and probed was beyond their consideration and its history was unknown to them. Then there was that about Rock Star which was unknown to almost everybody...

Jumping outside her Zord first was Karpi. Winds blew through the night and whipped up sand in her face. "This was supposed to be good times! I was going to show mom my PAM and all the music I pirated with it. Couldn't you have chosen somewhere warmer and less sandy?" "It’s my Personal Alien Manager too! And we can't waste money on AC or heater. A desert's changing temperature keeps my guppy comfortable for free." called Marah, as she cut her zord's engine. "I don't eat your fish. You keep your hands off PAM. That was our deal." said Kapri, producing a signed contract in one hand and waving it in her sister's direction. " Marah peered out of the zord. "You said that was uncle's birthday card!" she screamed. "And now you know about fine print, I could spend years on what you don't know." Kapri taunted before the contract faded away and she pulled what looked like a cell phone from her pocket. Marah scowled for a second before jumping in front of her sister, kicking up a cloud of sand.

"Gimme!" Marah commanded as she lunged for PAM. Seeing this, Kapri ran away while waving PAM but then Kapri tripped and fell. PAM shook in her hands like it was getting a call and shined brightly, hurting the eyes of the sisters who had gotten used to the night and causing Marah to trip over Kapri. As the two's eyesight returned they panicked, seeing the sand sinking into a crater around them and tried to scramble out of it. "What did you do?" Marah asked. "I Dunno, I didn't mean to." Kapri whimpered. Behind, a necklace with a jewel shot out of the crater, into the sky and let off another blinding flash...which materialized into a gigantic golden eyed owl creature, bigger than either of their 180 ft tall Zords, which now looked distant.

The owl lightly flapped its wings blowing sand all about as it hovered high above the sisters, who looked up at it and hugged each other in terror. It opened its beak and out came a foul smelling rumble. "WHERE AM I?" Marah and Kapri answered it with screams. "UGH..." The owl slowly descended to the sand and shrunk down, changing shape as it did so, now appearing as woman in black and purple yamabusi clothing. She had two sheathed swords on her belt and a knife holstered on her leg. She addressed them again and as she spoke the necklace fell around her neck. "I ask again, where is this? I know you understand me." "W-we don't know...don't eat us!" Marah cried. "I've never stooped so low as to eat another human, but I may have too. Is their more here besides desert?" "I didn't know owls were humans." Kapri whispered. "Wehavestuffinourtraileroverhere!" Marah blurted out and dashed off, leaving Kapri. The woman looked down at the now lone sister. "They're not. It took me long to obtain that power."

Later, in the morning, the sisters had set a table and fixed eggs for their guest in the trailer. "...but don't call me Mira. By the way what is your ''evil'' plan and how do you plan to accomplish it with only two zords?" Miratrix asked. "Well," Marah began "We're making it up as we go along. But we have these to help." Marah and Kapri jumped to their feet, struck a pose and yelled "Kelzaks!"

The three were surrounded by chattering, faceless humanoids holding ruby knives. "We can summon them anywhere we like!" Kapri boasted. Suddenly the sisters ducked as Miratrix punched a Kelzak across the room. "What else ya got?" Miratrix asked. "Um..." Kapri pulled out their Personal Alien Manager. "We can call aliens with PAM." She hit a button and the phone folded out into a console with many alien symbols on it. "We're part of a notorious history of bad guys; most listen to us...hey!" Miratrix snatched it away. "Cute." She walked outside the trailer while plugging in coordinates. "Hey, wait!" The sisters rushed out too, to see she had transported in an army of ice people and reptiles who angry made accusations against each other.

"SILENCE! CHILLERS, LAVA LIZARDS! YOUR MASTERS ARE DEAD! YOU WILL NOW SERVE ME OR BE DESTROYED!" Miratrix called out. "Hey Mira, I didn't know your necklace got cable!" Marah said rushing up. "...US, YOU NOW SERVE US!" Miratrix corrected herself. "And stop calling me Mira!" she directed at the sisters. "Just my full first name, that's all I ask." Miratrix looked at the jewel on her necklace as it showed the image of a boy in a cap palming a red and white ball. "So there are others on this planet. Your first mission will be to bring them to the trailer."

Dawn tended to be pretty wherever, that was no different here, but it seemed to fade away too quickly to be natural. Hilbert adjusted the brim on his cap as he looked out into the sky. This looked too natural for the entralink and too unfamiliar for his region. Meanwhile, Cheren was more focused on the ground. Cheren adjusted his glasses and rubbed his eyes just to make sure he was seeing right. "Anyone familiar with this purple rock?" He called out motioning to the stone he was standing on. The other three could only shrug. "If anyone would know something like that it'd be you. Why?" asked Bianca. She was focused on her reflection in the pond, trying to make sure her hat looked nice but turned away thanks to ripples from Hilda's rock skipping.

"Well I've never seen it, but if I knew what it was and where it naturally occurred we could tell what mountain this is." he answered. "Our Pok�mon don't seem familiar with the area, they haven't been able to find establishments and our transceivers aren't getting any signals. Those give you any idea where we are?" Hilda asked, holding a purple rock before skipping it across the pond. "No but there could be poisonous plants or hostile Pok�mon or..." Hilda walked up to Cheren and placed her hand on his shoulder. Two days max, we'll be missing persons, we just have to stay on this mountain and wait for pickup. We have Pok�mon with us we'll be fine. Relax like they are."

"Eww, don't they know the 80s are over?" Marah asked. She couldn't actually hear the teens the jewel showed her but she could see their clothing clear enough. "They look a little young to even know the 80s." Miratrax mused. "Karpi, hurry up and send the chillizards!" Karpi help up a hand to her sister. "I'm trying, it’s hard to do this on a planet that won't behave. There we go!" "Good, those two should be shot for wearing trucker caps over that hair! And he should be twice for that purse!" Marah said as she glared at Hilbert and Hilda. "Now I want these kids alive, for interrogation." Miratrix reminded her. "Whatever, Karpi gimme PAM!"

A third party was to arrive on Rock Star. The only one arriving with a clue, but still hadn't planned for it. One was dressed in clip off shorts, gloves and goggles loudly colored red and blue. He had thought he was climbing the wall of a canyon, yet the as he pulled he found himself reaching through thin air. He felt he would fall but instead stood on solid ground, completely flat ground at that. The digital world never did make much sense. "I never expected the Death General's land to be so...white." Taiki muttered. "I expected the ''Sun Wheel's'' domain to have some Sun." added a brown haired girl in a purple skirt and white overcoat who carried a small television in her arms. "If you're using artificial light at least make it look sunny, and there are no wheels. Stick to the theme!" Nene continued.

"He retreated, if this was a trap it’s laid far too well for the Bagra army." said a blond haired boy in jeans and a blue jacket. "The general withdrew back to his lord's land where he belongs." Kiriha concluded. "I suppose we could have the entire coalition bombard the area, just to be sure. If nothing else it would keep Bagra inside its borders, maybe force them to give up the crown."

"It’s a wonder he ever became a general." Nene moaned. Her TV giggled. "I wouldn't mind bombarding the area, but I don't see anything but this area." chirped a little blue dragon that was following Kiriha. They all turned around but only saw endless expanse of white flat white ground under endless, empty white sky. "We haven't moved that far, maybe we stumbled into the digital world's debug room?" Taiki guessed. "Taiki, I think I found an enemy!"

They all turned back around again and saw giant woman in white sitting on a throne between four pillars where before was nothing. She held a small pink rabbit digimon in her fingers that tried to squirm away in vain and hovering above her was a cybernetic, three eyed demon with a cannon for its right arm and two navy blue wings. His cannon was pointed at the throne. "Took long enough to find these two, Taiki you should keep them in the xros loader." the giant said. "Are you Apollomon?" Taiki asked nervously. "I hope not, Apollo's a man's name! No I am something beyond your digimon, the empress of good magic. Tell Beelzemon to put down the shotgun, even if I wasn't your ally it wouldn't do anything."

"Release him first." Beelzemon said. "Yeah sure." She dropped the rabbit who Beelzemon caught before swooping next to Taiki defensively. "Truth is, I've been trying to get you kids for days. This planet periodically breaks into pieces." she conjured an image of Rock Star. "These two, Kapri and Marah decide park a camper on it. Incompetents but they found Miratrix, who isn't. They're building an army and I thought you, with your coalition jumping around a fragmented digiworld, would be perfect. Well it turns out this place is outside Bandai's domain, so when I tried to send you the spell automatically called the closest equivalent in THAT domain, Pok�mon trainers! I ask for child soldiers, I get cock fighters, go figure."

"Pokemon, what kind of Digimon is that?" Taiki, Nene and Beelzemon all asked at once in different tones. "Different species, accent on the e. Their world’s not at war so they aren't always prepared for it like you. All I ask is that you protect them while you defeat Marah, Kapri and Miratrix. I'll look for a way to send them back and you back to digiworld when you're done." said the empress. "What do I have to gain? Just send those two!" Kiriha protested. "Miratrix will move against Earth if not stopped! I'm doing you a favor too! Now get!" The empress commanded, causing the three generals and their digimon partners to vanish.

The sunrise that had faded was in the sky again, something was definitely off about the passage of time, but he had no time to think about it as he and his friends were being pursued by the chillers, lava lizards and a robotic clown. They had tried to explain themselves, having no idea what wrong was done, but their pursuers seemed past the point of talking.

The trainers were wary to turn their Pok�mon on people by habit, not knowing the true nature of the aliens but they hadn't yet adjusted to the high altitude and the terrain was hard to move through. It might need to be done. Hilbert unclipped a red and white ball from the back of his belt and turned to see the pursuers starting to swarm around Bianca. Her dress was not made for running up hill and she tripped. "Reshiram!" he called and threw the ball in the air. Hopefully the legendary dragon would send them running in fear...

"Where did you get that clown?" Kapri asked. "It’s a toy from the machine empire, sounds like scratching a chalk board but since our sound is broke it’s not a problem." Marah answered. "Oh no, I thought coming out here would get us away from this kind of thing!" she said as she saw Hilbert's pok�ball release light that formed into a large angelic dragon.

The empty ball bounced and returned to Hilbert, who calmly caught it, putting up a charade of confidence. Bianca looked up in wonder as the chillers backed nervously from her. "Hilbert, when did you get Reshiram?" she asked. The dragon glared down at the Chillers and addressed them. <<You now look upon one who stood in fires that forged Unova! Be gone from my sight or be removed from it by my cosmic flame!>> The voice echoed in all their heads, making them more fearful. "Way too hammy, it’s not supposed to be a comic villain." Cheren muttered. Hilda took the time to scan the ''men'' with her dex, it didn't seem like they had any Pok�mon of their own to send out...

Looking down at the dragon on her necklace Miratrix asked. "You have seen this creature before?" "Not exactly, but it looks like a Digimon, they happen when you don't delete your browsing history." Kapri answered before snatching away the Personal Alien Manager from Marah and yelling into it. "What are you idiots doing? Shoot it before it evolves!"

Only a handful of chillers were brave enough to attack Reshiram and were dismayed to see their shots of ice pass harmlessly through the dragon. This shocked all the trainers, who outside of the robot, thought they were just guys in makeup or something. One chiller was so scared that his aim was completely off, missing the large target by a large margin, hitting a rock. <<Owe!>> came the voice again as the dragon slowly faded away and the rock did too, revealing the form of a hunching black fox monster rubbing its snout where it was hit. Hilbert palmed his temples. "Nice try Alicia.” he muttered. <<Why didn’t that work?>> his Zoroark asked.

Seeing the scary dragon fade away into the fox emboldened the chillers, who eagerly rushed to attack Alicia, turning their backs on Bianca. This was a mistake. "Lifeguard! Sparky!" she called. Releasing the large, intimidating dog Stoutland and the cute rodent Raichu. The Chillers shot ice blasts at Alicia as they charged but found the nimble fox monster to be a difficult target. "Lifeguard, help that Zoroark!" Bianca commanded and the Stoutland pressed his paws together, sending strength to Alicia as she slashed the Chillers with her claws. Didn’t work as well as she hoped however. <<Hilbert, these guys don’t seem to bleed>> That may mean poison won't slow them down. Still he called his Crobat. "Joker!" It was risky with ice types around, but if they couldn't keep up with Alicia, they definitely couldn't touch him.

"Gannon! Randy!" Cheren called for his powerful fire type Emboar and crested bird Unfezant. He figured they couldn't do more damage to Gannon than his left overs couldn't repair and Randy, though risky, could heal himself at will. There were no Pok�mon centers, so he wanted to cut back on healing items as much as possible. Gannon's fists burned as he punched the Chillers and Randy lashed at the lizards with his talons. "Nightlight, Cyclops, use flame burst and light screen!" Hilda called out her ghostly fire type Chandelure, whose attack quickly spread through the chillers while her psychic Starmie started creating barriers to protect the other Pok�mon, and more importantly their trainers, from attacks.

"Oh good, you got rid of that dragon!" The clown robot jumped out from behind a rock. He whirled a cane that sent out a shower of lightning, trying to shock all the trainers, but the electricity was all drawn to Bianca's Raichu. Sparky wasn't too pleased with what the robot tried to do and charged at it, enveloping himself for his volt tackle, which unexpectedly tore through the clown's bot's legs, causing it to fall over and explode and a startled Sparky to run back to Bianca.

"I hope the rest of these are robots too." Hilda said, noting the chillers where being melted by Nightlight and shattered by Gannon's strikes. The Lava lizards where proving more durable but started to retreat after the robot exploded. "To bad those things didn't say why they were attacking, but maybe I was wrong about staying here." Hilda said. "Well, like you pointed out, we didn't find any settlements, where did they come from?" asked Bianca. "They aren't too tough. Maybe we accidentally triggered something in the entralink? Though that wouldn't explain the location, lack of signals or lack of exit." said Cheren.

"Two days and we're on the missing person's list. We could move and meet back here later. But I think I'll send Alicia and Joker to track those who ran off first." Hilbert said. Starmie began sputtering excitedly and darting around in the air. "What's with Cyclops?" Bianca asked. "It thinks it detected a Latios." answered Hilda, but that only got her confused looks. "You know one of the legendary herd?...never mind".

"This isn't going too well. Should we let the troops retreat or call in more?" asked Marah. "Hmm, which one makes him get big again?" Kapri asked in response. "Scroll of empowerment. Don't know if it works on robots though." Marah answered. Kapri muttered as she searched the console. "Scroll of empowerment..."

Joker and Alicia were setting off after the lava lizards when an explosion from their previous battle ground caught their attention. From the smoke arose the clown robot, fully rebuilt about twenty five times larger than before. "Round 2 kiddies!" he taunted. "Oh crap, were did I put grass knot?" Hilbert asked out loud, frantically searching through his bag. Alicia tried to reassure her trainer. <<Don’t worry, I’ll turn his power against him and end this in a single strike!> > The Zoroark sliced her claws through a bolder to psyche up before rushing at the robot, who countered simply by moving his up away from her and then stomping back down. Joker was fast enough to save her from being stepped on and dropped continued to evade the clown’s attempts to kick and swat them. The clown tried blast them both with lightning but even at his new size, Sparky managed to draw the electricity away from his allies.

Not understanding the nature of robots, Cyclops strained to find a mind in the enemy to attack, but its probing picked up something else that caused it to frantically fly around in circles staring skyward. Hilbert was anxious as it was mainly his Pok�mon keeping the giant’s attention, they couldn’t dodge forever. “Found it!” he said in relief as he gripped the TM. But Hilda yelled. “Forget that, worse things are coming!” Cyclops flew by him sputtering, and still looking skyward. Bianca was already thinking up an escape plan but this knowledge terrified her. “What’s worse?” “Forget it just move now!”

The trainer’s escape had been made easier because the source of Cyclops’s anxiety had also caught the attention of the robot, its sensors scanning the sky. “Target confirmed all units in range open fire!” “All units not in range advance into it and open fire!” The bot didn’t hear the commands but did see several anti-aircraft missiles flying up toward his position on the mountain.

The area was quickly enveloped in explosions that scattered scorched hunks of rocks and metal and the missiles continued on, joined by shells, mortars, fireballs, plasma bursts and other, more exotic rounds. “Direct hit!” “Good, let it settle and move in for a visual.” “Hold that. Fall back out of the Cyber Launcher’s radius!” A beam of energy shot through the clouds of smoke, piercing into the mountain and causing it to collapse.

“Well you undermined every order I gave, but you only destroyed one mountain this time. We’ll make a general out of you yet.” Nene said to Kiriha. “Target completely destroyed! Movement has been detected beneath the blast sight, the monitamon are requesting permission to dig for worms. “Permission denied! Prepare the Cyber launcher for another shot!” Kiriha barked. “Permission granted! Fall back at any signs of trouble, back up is on its way.” Nene corrected.

Two miles up and about five away, Hilda sat on the back of her flying dragon Salamence. In their effort to get away, Hilda’s cap had blown. Looking at the rising clouds of dust and smoke that arose from where the mountain was, she assumed it was lost but was delighted to see her Starmie wearing it as it floated up to her. She had sent Cyclops to find her friends and Hilbert and Cheren soon flew to her on the backs of large black birds. “I see Drake can do it without an HM.” Cheren said as he eyed the Salamence. The birds were the result of a program uploaded into Joker and Randy. “We couldn’t find Bianca.” Cheren let out. “Cyclops says she made it but is heading back to ground zero.” “What! Why?”

From beneath the smoldering debris arose the head of a large steel serpent and from underneath that crawled out Bianca and Lifeguard. “Thanks Stony!” The Steelix would have blushed at the praise it was possible but became concerned as her trainer and Lifeguard started coughing because all the smoke and dust.

This was soon blown away though by Drake as he hovered overhead with Hilda. Following close behind, Hilbert noticed a sudden loss of light and looked up to see the sky was now at dusk. Something was really wrong here. “Bianca! Why are you here?” Cheren yelled. “Hilda said we should stay put.” was her puzzled answer. “Look, we can’t stay here. The pond’s gone, the river’s been buried. We have to find water.” Hilda explained in the most cheerful tone she could muster. “Okay, but you guys don’t want to fly. Stony’s been tunneling.”

Hilbert jumped off his bird and which shrunk into Joker’s Pok�ball and Cheren did the same. Drake just landed and wasn’t recalled, not relying on a program. “Fine, but I don’t trust underground any more than the air.” Hilbert said. Dusk would really be one of the safer times to fly, but given how time flowed here, it likely wouldn’t last. “Alicia!” he called, rereleasing his Zoroark. <<Still want me to track the reptiles?>> she asked. "Is there anything left to track? I want you to keep lookout if something tries to come down..." he trailed off as his attention turned to Lifeguard's low growl, which broke out into fierce barking. Cyclops flew close to its trainer and sputtered.

In the distance they heard something thud like a falling tree and then heavy footsteps. They started to run for the hole but scattered as Stony hissed and slithered out to meet the source of the steps <<These are smaller than the clown. We can take em.>> Alicia said. "You runts running away?" from clouds of smoke they could make out the figure of a large Theropod dinosaur. Lifeguard ran forward to confront it with Stony. Coming clear into view, it was blue Ceratosaur with a helmet. He came face to face with Stony, who was only marginally longer than him. "Oh, this one's a little bigger than I guessed." he laughed.

Normally they would have let their Pok�mon distract the enemy, ran to safety and then recalled them. They stuck around because the dinosaur was talking...with its mouth, not telepathy like Alicia. More shapes were in the smoke clouds, a giant metallic crocodile came into view next, then a giant, blue, armored bird with a blond boy riding on its back. They all checked their dex by reflex but none displayed any data. "Yeah they're smaller, but they're still huge!" Hilbert whispered. A tiny, blue dragon ran between the giants and waved to the trainers. The boy just looked down on them.

"Pokemon trainers?" he finally asked. "Yeah, so who are you?" Cheren replied. "Kiriha Aonuma. General of Blue Flare and your babysitter." "This is Mailbirdramon" he patted his ride, "Dracomon", motioning to the small dragon, "Greymon" to the theropod "and Deckerdramon" pointing to the crocodile. "A small but vital part of my army." "General, there is much love between them and their partners. Can you taste it?" Deckerdramon asked. Lifeguard bared her teeth at the crock while walking backwards to his trainer.

"He's younger than us, and a general?" Cheren whispered. "Hey we did see a Latios!" Hilda cried as she saw the shape coming through the smoke, but in clear view "...maybe not." the color was wrong and it was much more mechanical. Two children rode on its back. One pulling goggles from over his eyes when he noticed a break in the smoke.

Then came charging in, a small, red, bipedal reptile with a V on its head holding a retro-style microphone. "YOU WANT TO KNOW DON'T YOU? THEN I'LL TELL YOU!" he cried. "This is Shoutmon of Xros Heart, you'll be hearing this a lot from him." Kiriha sighed. "HEY! I WAS GONNA TELL THEM!" Shoutmon roared. "Hi, I'm Taiki, Xros Heart's general." the boy with the goggles happily greeted. "Behind me is Nene Amano, Xros Heart's other general and hovering with us on it is Sparrowmon."

Sparrowmon's resemblance to eon dragons was something Hilda noted to look into. Hilbert was also jotting down notes in a handbook. "Are they all blankmon?" Bianca asked. "Yeah" Taiki scratched his head. "Lazy programmer I guess." Nene added. Taiki continued with the introductions as yet more Digimon came into the clearing. First a star shaped creature with sun glasses bounced in, surrounded by many bouncing multicolored guitar picks. "Starmon and the Pickmons", a large white wolf, though its fur was now sooty. It had a drill in the middle of its forehead, two on each knee and a large one at the end of its tail. A small pink rabbit rode on its back. "Dorulumon? And Cutemon is the smaller one."

A blue and red robot with the head of a horned beetle. "Ballistamon." And looking up at a falling feather from a winged humanoid. "Beelzemon...and...where are the monitamons?" By now the Pok�mon had largely calmed down, but became agitated again as several short men with television moniters for heads came pouring out of Stony’s tunnel and disappeared into the darkness. "The monitamons, our spies and scouts." Nene said. "And this is a Xros loader." She said, holding out what looked like a lavender iPod. "They house our armies, their rations and allow us to travel between between zones." She finished.

"This planet is broken up into pieces you'll need us to cross between. Our mission is to defeat the forces of Miratrix and protect you, any more questions?" Taiki asked. "So these ''mons'' aren't like ours?" Hilbert asked. "We don't know much about Pokemon but Digimon are a different species from a different world." He said.

"I'm Bianca of Nuvema, and this is Hilbert and Cheren, also of Nuvema and she's Hilda of Nimbasa. Pleased to meet you." Bianca curtsied. "We carry the rest our teams in pok�balls. But we only carry six each...you have rations for twenty eight more?" Hilda asked. "Cause we're almost out."

As inducted by I_KNOW_ALL 

Marvel Man vs The Wii By Marvel Man
It all started one very very early day, as Marvel Man awaited the Wii's release along with four other people at his local K-Mart. It was about 3 AM, and Marvel Man's iron will was faltering, specially since he hadn't brought any food or sleeping bag. The other four guys were hardcore Nintendo fans and had obviously camped out for a game before. When the store manager came out and told them they would only receive 3 Wiis, Marvel Man did not know that this machine and him would clash many more times in the future. Angered, Marvel Man quickly raced off to his local Best Buy, and once again camped outside along other gamers. He bought the Wii that day. He was happy.

MM then did what everyone with a Wii does. He made a Mii for everyone he had ever known. He played Wii Sports like a crazed person. He played Wii sports against anyone and everyone who would take him on.

And then it hit.

The slump.

Fast forward several months, and Marvel Man is playing Star Wars: Battlefront II on his now antique/obsolete Playstation 2. The Wii stands by on the floor, glaring at him with all its power. It could not play DVDs. It couldn't read his camera's SD card. It had tricked him into paying for an Internet channel that didn't have Flash, was impossible to write on, and ran an Opera browser. Have you ever tried to write a web adress on the Wii? You literally have to point at each individual letter with a shaky Wiimote, making it nearly impossible to go to electricferret.com. And posting a comment?! Are you nuts?

Anyways, the Wii would soon redeem itself with one game. No, not Mario Kart, which although enjoyable, came with a wheel thing that was only fun to use for the first five minutes. It wasn't Super Mario Strikers: Charged, which was fun, but lacked any real challenge. It was Super Smash Bros! For once, Marvel Man was pleased with the Wii. The Wii was allowed back on the videogame shelf, and the Playstation 2 was returned to the basement.

Later, after winning the game with every character, unlocking all those trophies, beating all the challenges (even the insane, baseball bat/punching bag ones), and having listened to all those music CDs, Marvel Man was finally ready to school people online.

What he found sickened him.

It was terrible. Everyone was just terrible. Not only that, but the phrases people used were ridiculous and sad. Marvel Man shut off the Wii and went downstairs for the PS2.

Nowadays, Marvel Man and the Wii continue to feud. Marvel Man uses the Wii to watch movies on Netflix when he doesn't feel like turning on his computer. The Wii retaliates by not having any good games.

And so the war continues. Marvel Man is once again tempted by Nintendo, but this Wii U looks ridiculous. Do I have to buy more of those things if I want to play multiplayer? Why would I even buy it? Shouldn't I just get an X-Box 360?