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Re: My Matches

Postby Kiryu2012 » Wed Oct 31, 2018 7:14 pm

Match 181: Beowolf vs Xenomorph Warrior

The dark sewers stretched for miles through the underground. No light pierced the darkness except for the barely functioning light bulbs, their glow hardly permeating the pitch black that filled the manmade tunnels.

And it was through these tunnels that a lone Beowolf prowled. The Grimm had been lured here by the negativity that still lingered within these sewers; fear, anger, horror. All were felt in the manmade tunnels and the Beowolf came to feed from them.

However, the Grimm was not alone in these sewers. As the wolflike beast continued his way through the tunnels, another form emerged from a different section of the sewers. This beast, though not a Grimm in nature, was every bit as black as the night just like it, and its claws and teeth were more than capable of rending the flesh of any unlucky soul that came here.

Its tail flexing behind it, the Xenomorph warrior let out a quiet hiss. It had been resting here in the sewage system, but was stirred awake when it sensed the presence of the Beowolf now prowling the tunnels it occupied. Deciding to do away with the unwanted intruder, the alien proceeded to follow the sounds of the Beowolf, climbing onto the nearby wall and crawling onto the ceiling as it moved.

The Beowolf paused for a moment as he let out a quiet growl. Something was amiss here, he could feel it. His ears twitched as he heard quiet scratching sounds, as though something were moving across the stone composing the sewer walls and ceiling. Looking around, the Grimm tried to find the source of the sound, unaware that it had already found him first.

Without wasting anymore time, the Xenomorph sprang from the ceiling, letting out a piercing shriek as it lunged for the Beowolf, the Grimm managing to turn just in time to see it coming.

Slamming into the Beowolf, the Xenomorph pinned the wolflike beast to the ground, letting out a hissing shriek as its inner jaws shot outwards, aiming to stab through the Grimm’s skull and end the fight now. Snarling in anger, the Beowolf grabbed onto the alien’s neck, shoving it backwards before he raised up his legs and kicked the alien in the chest, knocking it into a wall and sending chunks of stone falling to the ground.

Quickly jumping back to its feet, the Xenomorph snarled in anger as the Beowolf stood back up. Roaring in bloodlust, the Grimm gunned for his alien foe, only for the extraterrestrial to leap over the black beast, causing him to crash into the wall himself. Landing behind its opponent, the alien spun around to face the Beowolf just as the Grimm recovered and turned around.

Springing off the ground, the Xenomorph slashed the Beowolf across the chest with his claws, before the wolf responded by striking the alien in the jaw with a fierce uppercut. A loud crack echoed throughout the sewers as the Xenomorph staggered backwards from the blow. Pressing his assault, the Beowolf swung with his right arm, raking his claws across the alien’s chest and leaving behind several gashes stretched over the biomechanical flesh.

Pain suddenly assailed the Beowolf’s arm, for some of the Xenomorph’s acidic blood had sprayed onto the limb, burning away at the black flesh. Recoiling as he clutched his wounded arm, the Beowolf was left open to attack as the Xenomorph swung with its tail, slashing the Grimm’s left leg and leaving a large red gash in its wake. Falling to a knee from the attack, the Beowolf was promptly knocked over as the Xenomorph charged into him headfirst. Shrieking as it stood atop the Beowolf, the alien slashed and swung with its claws, cutting through the Grimm’s hide over and over.

Once again the Beowolf managed to kick the Xenomorph in the chest, knocking the alien beast onto its back and allowing the Grimm to stand. Just as the alien rolled onto its chest and pushed itself up, the Beowolf slammed into it, crushing the warrior into the opposing wall. Stunned by the impact, the alien was helpless as the Beowolf delivered blow after blow upon its head, cracking its chitinous hide and spilling acid blood onto the floor below their feet.

After a moment of this, the Xenomorph stabbed the Beowolf in the right side with its tail, making the Grimm stop and howl in pain as the alien’s blade sank into his body. Swinging with its right arm, the alien struck the Grimm hard across the face, making him fall over with a set of claw marks stretched over its face. Raising up its tail, the Xenomorph attempted to stab the Beowolf in the chest with its tail blade, only for the Beowolf to roll out of the way and instead cause the blade to stab into the ground.

As the alien attempted to pull its tail free, the Beowolf got to his feet and jumped forward, bringing his feet to bear and dropkicking the Xenomorph in the abdomen. The warrior was sent crashing into a wall, smashing apart the stone and sending chunks of rock smashing onto the floor. Before the alien could rise, the Beowolf was upon, grabbing its head and smashing its face into the ground over and over. The warrior shrieked in pain each time its face forcefully met the stone ground. Acid blood burned away at the stone, melting a hole into the floor as the Grimm kept up its assault.

Finally, the Xenomorph’s tail stabbed into the Beowolf’s back, making him howl in pain and halt his assault. Standing up and shoving the Grimm away, the Xenomorph turned and lunged at its lupine opponent. Digging its claws into the Beowolf’s arms, the alien shot its inner jaws forward in an attempt to punch through the Grimm’s skull.

The Beowolf barely managed to move his head out of the way in time, causing the alien’s inner jaws to pierce nothing but empty air. Kneeing the Xenomorph three times in the abdomen, the Beowolf wrestled fiercely with the Xenomorph, both monsters snarling and snapping at each other all the while.

After a moment of this, the Xenomorph spat a stream of acid upon the Beowolf’s chest, making the Grimm cry out with pain as his chest burned and sizzled from the potent chemicals. Throwing the Beowolf to the ground, the alien once more tried to stab its inner jaws into the Grimm’s head, only for the Beowolf to grab it with his left hand in time. Shrieking angrily, the Xenomorph brought its tail around to stab the Grimm, but the Beowolf was able to catch the incoming blade in his right hand, albeit not without getting his palm torn open in the process.

Bellowing with rage, the Beowolf rose to his feet as he pushed the Xenomorph against a wall, crushing the alien’s inner jaws in his hand and ignoring the pain of the acid blood burning against his hand. Howling in pain, the Xenomorph clawed at the Beowolf’s injured chest wildly, making the Grimm grimace in response. But the Grimm endured the pain as he yanked back, tearing the alien’s inner jaws away and managing to avoid the resulting spray of acid blood.

Shrieking in pain and rage at the loss of its inner jaws, the Xenomorph pulled its tail free and charged recklessly at its opponent. The Beowolf, however, was able to sidestep the incoming alien, grabbing onto its dorsal tubes and spinning around, before smashing the alien’s head into the already damaged wall.

Dazed by the impact, the alien stumbled back and fell onto its back, acid blood trickling down from its forehead.

Grabbing onto a nearby large chunk of rock that had broken from the wall, the Beowolf jumped at his fallen foe, raising the stone overhead.

Seeing this, the Xenomorph shot its tail forward in a last ditch attempt to kill its opponent.

Both monsters made contact…

But only one hit their mark.

Swinging downwards with great force, the Beowolf smashed the rock down upon the Xenomorph’s head seconds before the alien’s tail blade would have stabbed into his wounded chest. Acid blood splattered across the floor as the rock caved in the extraterrestrial’s head, bursting it like an overripe watermelon.

Stepping away from the acid blood, the Grimm watched on in satisfaction as the alien’s lifeless body lay still, the acid blood eating away at the floor beneath it.

Rearing his head back, the Beowolf howled out in victory, his triumphant call echoing throughout the tunnels and alerting all within hearing range.

It was a Grimm day today…

Winner: Beowolf
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Re: My Matches

Postby Kiryu2012 » Tue Jul 23, 2019 8:38 pm

Match 182: Mr. Krabs vs Abyssal Lagiacrus

Krusty Krab, Bikini Bottom

“Hey Mr. Krabs, can I have a raise?”

Spongebob asked this question as he peered into his boss’ office. Of course, he knew that, most likely, the cheap crustacean would immediately shoot down his question with a “No.” It’s happened before. Frankly, in the grand scheme of things, Spongebob really didn’t need a raise. But still, he was ever optimistic, and today he was sure that Eugene would finally give him that promotion.

But Spongebob was perplexed when, upon looking into Mr. Krabs’ office, that his boss was nowhere to be seen.

“Mr. Krabs?” The sponge asked as he stepped fully into the office, looking about the room as he scratched his head in confusion. Where’d he go?

“Over here, me boy!” Mr. Krabs’ voice came from by his desk, though the crab himself was nowhere to be seen. Confused, Spongebob made his way over to the chest-looking desk, looking down to find the oddest sight he could ever discover.

Sitting atop his desk was Mr. Krabs, but he was no a pickle. A pickle with a nice sheen of green, and one that still retained the crab’s eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Mr. Krabs?” Spongebob asked in awe, taken aback by what had become of his boss.

“Argh, Spongebob me boy, I turned meself into a pickle, argharghargharghargh,” Mr. Krabs laughed, seemingly unbothered by his currently being a pickle.

“Wow!” Spongebob exclaimed in wonder. “How did this happen?”

“Well, after doing some research on me cells, I’ve found that I can restructure me genetic code to be able to imitate other lifeforms,” Eugene explained. “So I decided to turn meself into a pickle just to see if I could.”

“So what are ya gonna do now?” Spongebob asked in response to Mr. Krabs’ revelation.

“I’m gonna make me some money, that’s what!” Krabs responded eagerly. “With me discovering me new powers, I can draw in more customers with me fancy new skills, and soon we’ll be making more money than ever!”

Right at that moment, however, an explosion could be heard outside, alongside the screams of pedestrians. Hearing this, Spongebob and Mr. Krabs quickly rushed outside, Mr. Krabs hopping across the ground in his pickle form.

Exiting the restaurant, Spongebob and Krabs stopped by Squidward, who was already outside as the trio looked up to see what was happening.

Letting out a terrible roar, the Abyssal Lagiacrus tore apart the Chum Bucket, ripping open the terrible establishment as Plankton just sat a couple meters away crying.

“...I knew I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning,” Squidward just commented.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about Plankton for a while,” Mr. Krabs noted cheerfully. “That’s a plus.”

However, the Abyssal Lagiacrus looked down upon the trio, specifically spotting the crab currently in the form of a pickle. Despite his newfound state, the crustacean’s face brought back memories to the Lagiacrus; memories of how he was soundly beaten long ago by the crab and had his tail cut off. Having conveniently gained the Abyssal form and regrowing his tail, the Lagiacrus hungered for revenge, and now he could gain his vengeance.

Leaving behind the destroyed Chum Bucket, Abyssal Lagiacrus moved towards Mr. Krabs, letting out a mighty bellow to signal that he was on the attack. Spongebob cowered in fear, Mr. Krabs glared up at his old foe, and Squidward was really not in the mood to deal with this.

“Wake me when this is over,” The cephalopod just said, before he casually walked back into the Krusty Krab.

“I...think I need to keep working on those patties,” Spongebob said, before he quickly ran back to the restaurant, leaving just Eugene to deal with his old nemesis.

“So ya want a rematch, eh?” Mr. Krabs questioned as he quickly shifted back into his true form. “Guess I need to teach ya a lesson in respect!”

Undaunted, Lagiacrus just let out another roar, electricity flickering across his back.

Scuttling forward, Mr. Krabs charged across the ground, bringing his shoulder to bare as he aimed to ram fullforce into his larger foe. However, Lagiacrus anticipated this strategy, for he jumped to Krabs’ right, before slamming his right paw into the crustacean and sending him flying across the seafloor.

Bouncing across the ground again and again, Eugene punched his big meaty claws into the sand, dragging himself to a halt as he looked up to see Lagiacrus charging at him. Springing across the ground, Harold Flower gunned for his larger opponent, only for Lagiacrus to part his jaws and fire an electric ball. Acting fast, the crustacean quickly swerved around the incoming projectile, letting the electric orb strike the ground beneath him as he continued his charge towards Lagiacrus.

Snarling in hatred, Lagiacrus gunned for his incoming foe, snapping at the crustacean with his jaws. Eugene, however, was quicker on the draw, as the crab leaped above the monster, before coming slamming down upon his head with a ground pound. Lagiacrus found himself being smashed headfirst into the ground, creating a shockwave that blew away the surrounding sand and created a decently sized crater.

Hopping off his dazed foe, Mr. Krabs started beating away at the monster’s head with his claws, punching and backhanding Lagiacrus with enough force to send blood and teeth flying, until he struck the sea monster with an uppercut that sent Lagiacrus flying upwards and crashing down hard on his back. Pressing his assault, Mr. Krabs jumped at his larger opponent, but Lagiacrus recovered faster than anticipated. Raising up his head, Lagiacrus fired another electric ball, nailing Mr. Krabs in midair and blasting the crab away.

Crashing onto the sandy seafloor, Eugene was in the process of getting back up when Lagiacrus swatted him upwards with his forelimb. Caught off-guard by the attack, Harold Flower was helpless as the larger sea monster struck him again and again with his claws, each blow knocking around the crustacean like a pinball. Finally, Abyssal Lagiacrus swung his long tail around, slamming the muscular limb into Eugene and sending him flying through the sea like a bullet.

Crashing through a mountain and smashing into a coral reef, Mr. Krabs pulled himself free from the debris just as Lagiacrus smashed right through the mountain, blasting the rocky outcropping to pebbles as the monster gunned for his smaller nemesis.

Narrowing his eyes, Mr. Krabs jumped through the water, firing his right fist forward just as Lagiacrus swung his tail around once again. The collision of their attack created a powerful shockwave that toppled over several nearby mountains and blasted apart coral reefs as though a nuke had been detonated.

Shoving away Mr. Krabs, Lagiacrus struck him hard with his right forelimb with enough force to send Eugene smashing into the seafloor, creating a small crater. Pulling himself from the sand, Harold Flower sprang for his foe once more, but Abyssal Lagiacrus decided to pull a new trick from his sleeve.

Spinning his serpentine body around, Lagiacrus created a whirlpool that rose upwards in the water. His eyes widening in shock as the whirlpool split into three, Eugene found himself being sucked into the nearest underwater tornado, flailing his arms as he helplessly spun around and around within the whirlpool.

After a moment of this, the whirlpool flung Mr. Krabs near Abyssal Lagiacrus, where the sea monster fired an electric ball that smashed into Krabs and exploded with electrifying power, blasting the crustacean away through the water. His body smoking as his shirt was destroyed by the attack, revealing his armor abs, Mr. Krabs glared venom and daggers at his bigger foe. He might have gotten stronger since last time, but like hell Eugene Horny Krabs was gonna let him have his way.

“Heave Ho!” With a mighty battlecry, Eugene shot at Abyssal Lagiacrus, the sea monster bellowing in reply and gunning for the crustacean.

Once more both combatants collided with each other, this time creating a nuke-level explosion that blasted its way above the ocean’s surface. The residents of Bikini Bottom felt the shockwave of the explosion, and even King Neptune could hear the sound of their collision.

Striking away at each with great speed and force, both Mr. Krabs and Abyssal Lagiacrus clashed with each other again and again, raining down blows upon one another and refusing to relent. After a moment of this, Mr. Krabs grabbed onto Lagiacrus’ left forelimb and spun around, hurling the sea monster with enough force to send him slamming into the seafloor. Shooting at his larger opponent, Harold Flower slammed into Lagiacrus’ abdomen with his big meaty claws, making the monster cough up blood as his ribcage was crushed from the sheer force of the impact.

Quickly, Abyssal Lagiacrus swatted off the crustacean with his right forelimb, knocking the crab across the sand. But Eugene’s wrath would not allow him to stay down, for the crab just sprang back up and scuttled over to the sea monster just as he was beginning to rise. His anger boosting his strength, Mr. Krabs grabbed onto Lagiacrus’ tail with his claws, before he began swinging around his opponent like Mario swings around Bowser.

Helpless as he recalled their last battle, Lagiacrus was flung skyward through the ocean by Mr. Krabs, the crustacean already gunning for him as he leaped from the ocean floor. Desperate, Abyssal Lagiacrus began firing away with several electric balls, before spinning around and creating another trio of whirlpools.

This, however, would prove to be in vain; Mr. Krabs simply tanked each and every electrical orb with his armor abs, and as for the whirlpools? Eugene clapped his meaty claws together, creating a powerful shockwave that utterly dissipated the whirlpools and sent Lagiacrus flying even higher.

With victory at hand, Armor Ass Krabs punched Lagiacrus hard in the face, launching the sea monster out of the ocean. His eyes wide with fright, Lagiacrus flailed his limbs about helplessly as he soared through the air. Breaching the water like a humpback whale, Mr. Krabs flew after his opponent, punching him higher and higher into the air repeatedly.

Finally, shooting above the airborne Lagiacrus, Eugene Horny Armor Abs Armor Ass Krabs pulled back his left arm, his claw ignited in rage-induced flames as he glared down at his utterly terrified opponent.

“To Davy Jones’ Locker with ya!!!” Mr. Krabs roared, before he punched Abyssal Lagiacrus with his flaming fist.

Instantly a countryside explosion was created, Lagiacrus vaporized by the sheer power of the punch as the explosion spread over the surface of the sea. Conveniently, the ocean itself was left untouched, though scientists would be wondering for years what the hell just happened.

Watching the explosion from down below, Spongebob and Squidward were in awe at the display of their boss’ power.

“Remind me to never get Mr. Krabs mad again,” Squidward simply commented.

“You got it,” Spongebob responded, before Mr. Krabs came floating down to the Krusty Krab with an umbrella in hand.

“Hello, boys!” Eugene said cheerfully. “Is the Krusty Krab okay?”

“Still in one piece, sir!” Spongebob answered with a smile.

“Great! Now hopefully that overgrown lizard will have learned his lesson this time.”

“I don’t think he’s gonna be coming back from a countryside explosion, Mr. Krabs,” Squidward pointed out. “He’s as dead as a doornail.”

“Eh, true,” Mr. Krabs just said in response with a shrug. “Now let’s get back to work. Those Krabby Patties won’t be making themselves.”

And with that, the trio headed back into the Krusty Krab, with Lagiacrus now being personally sentenced by the Flying Dutchman to a life in Davy Jones’ Locker.

Winner: Mr. Krabs
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Re: My Matches

Postby Kiryu2012 » Tue Mar 17, 2020 11:04 am

Match 183: Ussuri Brown Bear vs Siberian Tiger vs Bengal Tiger vs African Lion

Nobody knows how it happened, but it did. Somehow the animal residents of the local zoo had seized the means of escaping their confinement as the establishment was closed during the night, and during the dark they ran through the zoological garden, free from human restraint. While there was fortunately no visitors around that’d be in danger of the rampant animals, the staff were frantically gathering their security to try and capture their escapees as quickly as possible, lest they hurt anyone or themselves.

Unfortunately for the staff, however, a confrontation was already set in motion.

Moving quickly along one of the many paths built to cross through the facility, the Ussuri brown bear made her way towards the center of the zoo, a rather large clearing where visitors could choose to go wherever they wanted. The ursine had fled the region of the garden where she had been contained, and was now curious about her new surroundings. Slowing down to a walk, the brown bear made her way around the clearing, the likes of which was large enough to contain several dozen people.

Suddenly, the bear’s senses alerted her to incoming danger. Her ears twitched at the sound of a snarl somewhere to her right, her nose picking up the scent of something instinctually familiar to her. Quickly turning around, the bear’s gaze immediately fell upon the Siberian tiger that was loping towards her. The pantherine’s jaws were parted, exposing his sizable canines as he snarled threateningly at her. Rearing up onto her hind legs, the bear let out a roar in response, demanding the cat leave her be to no avail. The tiger began to circle the bear, a low growl rising from his throat as he sized her up.

The carnivorans’ standoff was cut off, however, by another threatening snarl that caught both mammals by surprise. Rushing onto the scene, an African lion made his presence known, the maned feline glaring at the tiger. The lion, however, took only a few steps forward when a second tiger also arrived within the clearing. A Bengal, the second tiger caught the lion’s attention with a snarl of his own, drawing the lion away from the bear and Siberian as the latter took advantage of the commotion.

Springing with his muscular hind limbs, the Siberian sprang for the bear, colliding with her upper body as he immediately dug his claws into her dark brown fur. Caught off-guard by the sudden attack, the bear nearly fell over as she stumbled back, crying aloud as the Siberian bit and snapped at her head and neck, the striped cat attempting to score a fatal wound to her throat. Acting fast, the bear raised up her muscular forelimbs, shoving off the Siberian and forcing him to land back on his paws. Dropping down to all fours, the bear swung with her right arm, swatting at the Siberian’s face and making him recoil. Snarling, the Siberian quickly ran around his larger opponent, biting into her left hind leg, only to receive a prompt retaliation in the form of the bear biting onto his back.

The lion gunned towards the Bengal, making the first move as he lunged forward in an attempt to tackle his striped opponent. The Bengal, though, was quick to react, jumping back to avoid a nasty collision as the lion instead landed roughly on his paws. Presented with the opportunity, the Bengal grabbed onto the lion, biting into his back whilst gripping and tearing his body with his claws. Snarling hatefully, the lion rolled onto his back, tearing himself free from the Bengal’s grip and kicking wildly with his back legs. Recoiling from his maned foe’s defenses, the Bengal tiger ended up giving the lion enough time to roll back upright as he moved in to press his attack.

The lion swatted at the Bengal with his extended left arm, scratching at the tiger’s chest as the pantherine briefly reared up, his forelimbs raised for combat. The lion swung with his right arm next, only for the tiger to block the incoming blow with his left arm, and then swing with his right limb. Scoring a series of bloody gashes on the lion’s face, the Bengal bit at the maned cat’s ear, his canines piercing the skin and drawing blood as the lion snarled in pain and anger.

The Siberian tiger danced around the bear, dodging as many swings from the ursine as he could whilst lunging in to bite and claw at her whenever he could. Clumps of brown fur were being torn away, and blood was trickling from the numerous wounds she was gaining. Soon, however, the bear managed to deck the tiger across the face with her left paw, bowling over the cat as blood ran from the gashes on his forehead. Acting fast, the ursine pinned her right paw against the Siberian’s head and bit down on his middle, her pointed teeth puncturing his hide and drawing a spurt of blood.

Yowling as his bulky opponent tore and twisted at his flesh, the Siberian kicked and scratched wildly in an effort to free himself. Initially ignorant of the tiger’s claws cutting into her hide, the bear was forced to release her toothy grip and yield as her snout was scraped open. Blood dripping onto him from his recoiling enemy, the Siberian righted himself as he lunged for the bear again.

The lion and Bengal tiger were in a frenzy of teeth and claws, snarling and yowling as they struck away at one another with their claws. Bits of fur were being torn away as they snapped at each other, blood beginning to cover both cats and the surrounding ground. After a moment of this, the Bengal pinned the lion to the ground, biting viciously onto his face. The lion yowled and squirmed as the tiger’s canines dripped into the skin of his facial region, the tissue being punctured and blood welled up from the increasingly large wounds.

Desperately the lion kicked at the tiger’s sides with his hind legs, scraping at the striped pantherine’s furred hide and bringing out trickles of crimson blood. Ignoring the pain as best as he could, the Bengal rewarded the lion’s efforts by releasing the maned cat’s face, only to immediately lock his jaws around his neck. The lion’s mane offering little defense, the tiger’s teeth stabbed into the African felid’s flesh and drew out a spurt of blood.

Fear plaguing the lion’s being, the maned pantherine struggled wildly, squirming and kicking with increased fervor. Although he inadvertently worsened the bite wounds on his neck, the lion successfully forced the Bengal tiger to release his grip and back away. Given the space he needed, the lion got back to his paws and fled down one of the paths away from the clearing. No longer interested in this fight, the cat ran away from his striped opponent, the tiger momentarily pursuing him as he snarled and roared, asserting his dominance as he forced the lion into retreat.

Back with the Siberian tiger and brown bear, the former had his jaws clamped around the back of the former’s neck, the bear backing away in an attempt to break free from her enemy. The tiger’s forelimbs latched onto the sides of the bear, his claws hooking into her skin as he struggled to try and force her down. Roaring as she pushed herself upwards, the bear reared up onto her hind legs, the sudden action causing the Siberian to release his grip. The tiger nearly fell over as he recoiled, landing back on all fours as the bear stood over him. The brown ursine let out another roar as she attempted to scare her opponent into backing down, raising up her forelimbs in an intimidation display.

The Siberian, however, was undaunted as he lunged upwards with a snarl, bringing up his left forelimb as he slashed at the bear’s face. Crying aloud as the cat’s claws raked themselves across the skin on her face, coming dangerously close to taking out her right eye, the bear was quickly unnerved by her situation. Turning away from the tiger, the bear began to retreat, dropping down to all fours as she began running away down another one of the paths splitting away from the clearing. The Siberian gave his fleeing opponent chase for a moment, sprinting after her and even grabbing onto her back as he bit into her flanks in an attempt to slow her down.

The bear, however, was able to break free from his assault as she continued on running, escaping the clearing as the Siberian tiger stood panting and watching her go. His ears twitching as the Bengal tiger’s snarl reached him, the cat quickly turned to face his cousin. Both tigers stood for a moment, their jaws parted as they panted heavily and sized one another up. They were both exhausted, bleeding heavily, and in quite a lot of pain. They would have preferred to just find a secure place to lay down and recover from this scuffle, but the two cats saw one another as a deadly rival to get rid of if they wanted to live in peace.

With that in mind, both tigers charged one another for one last clash.

Colliding with one another as they clashed, both tigers promptly engaged in a whirlwind of teeth and claws. Teeth punctured skin, claws tore fresh new wounds in flesh, blood splattered across the chosen battlefield, and the mighty roars of both tigers filled the night air as they dueled. They would kill each other if they needed to.

Striking the Siberian across the face with his left paw, the Bengal lunged forward to try and bite into his neck, only for the Siberian to strike him back with his own paw, making the Bengal recoil briefly. Both cats struck each other with the full weight of their bodies, standing upright as they struck at each other wildly. The Bengal slashed at the Siberian’s chest, prompting a bite to the shoulder from the Siberian. Pushing himself forward, the Siberian pinned the Bengal to the ground, biting at his neck viciously. Grabbing his Russian rival, the Bengal kicked and clawed at his underside, ripping away the fur on his belly. The tigers rolled around on the ground, their claws digging into each other’s furred hides as they bit and tore at one another.

Both tigers paused for a moment, panting heavily as they remained locked in their death grips. Letting out enraged growls in an effort to make their rival fall back, the cats broke away as they rose back onto their paws.

Their lips pulled back as they bore their bloody canines, the tigers snarled and swatted at each other as they momentarily circled. They were both exhausted. Lactic acid flowed through their muscles, leaving them aching even worse than they would have already felt with the many grievous wounds they each received. Was it even worth continuing this feud? They both just wanted to lay down and rest, but neither of them wanted to appear weak to the other and potentially get themselves killed. Deadlocked, the tigers remained where they stood, continuing their battle through sound.

This impasse was brought to an end, however, as lights suddenly shined upon them, making the cats pause and look towards the source in surprise. Before the cats could react, they each received a tranquilizer dart to their sides, causing them to part ways as they each ran down a different path. Having successfully darted both cats, the entourage of zookeepers followed the animals, keeping their flashlights on the fleeing escapees.

The humans would eventually find and subdue the bear and lion along with the tigers and other animals that somehow managed to escape their enclosure. The former fighters would all recover from their duel, albeit they’d have to be treated extensively for their injuries. With nobody to declare victory over their duel, the fruits of victory would thus remain unclaimed.

My most wanted fight ever is Discord vs Bobobo-bo bo-bobo.
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Re: My Matches

Postby Kiryu2012 » Tue Mar 31, 2020 9:25 pm

Match 184: Mr. Krabs vs Deviljho

“Money, money, money, money…” Mr. Krabs muttered to himself as he sniffed around across the jungle floor. What the old crustacean (“I ain’t old!”) was doing in the middle of the Ancient Forest without suffocating from being out of the water was anyone’s guess.

“Hmm,” Eugene pondered as he took in his surroundings, scouring each and every nook and cranny that he could take notice with his elongated eyes. The crab currently stood in the middle of a small clearing, and as far as he could see, he found nothing of what he was looking for. “There sure ain’t any ancient temples full of gold around here. And I was sure I’d be able to find at least some treasure in this place.” The crab then just shrugged, before he continued on his way. “Ah well. Least it was worth a shot. Maybe I should check out that Skull Island to see if it’s got any riches…”

Harold Flower’s thoughts were promptly shut up, however, by the distinct rumbling of the ground beneath his peg-like feet. The earth shook and trembled in steadily increasing beats, the intensity of each impactful shaking growing stronger and stronger. Mr. Krabs glanced around in confusion as the vibrations developed ever stronger. These weren’t simply the cause of the earth suffering some quakes, nor were they caused by Mr. Krabs himself (he wasn’t using that much power today). No, these juddering occurrences were being caused by something big and heavy moving its way near his location.

A horrifying bellow filled the surrounding air, the vocalizations generated by the owner’s larynx and discharged through the oral opening, through which food is received and from which sound is emitted, being the likes of which almost all of the residents of this surrounding land, upon receiving this horrifying sound through their tympanic membranes, would find themselves on the receiving end of psychological states of emotion that may be described as fear, dread, and/or phobic apprehension. For, you see, the subject in question who was capable of producing such noises that can be typically classified as a deep, prolonged cry known as a ‘roar’, was in fact an individual that is highly feared in this part of the world for good reason.

Mr. Krabs looked around in confusion, the crusty crab wondering just what had made that sound, as well as pondering the point of making the previous paragraph ridiculously verbose, before a tree was flung overhead, the uprooted plant crash landing on the other side of the clearing. Blinking in surprise, Mr. Krabs turned around only to see Deviljho emerge from the foliage. The Brute Wyvern, as is usually the case for his species, was ravenous, and saw Harold Flower as nothing more than another potential morsel.

Mr. Krabs, meanwhile, gaped in shock at the monster before him as he began stomping his way towards him. “Mother of Pearl! be a giant walking pickle!” The crustacean proceeded to shapeshift into a pickle himself, smiling cheerfully as Deviljho watched on in confusion. “I guess I ain’t the only pickle around here then, argharghargharghargharghargh.”

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, Deviljho let out a bellowing roar, announcing his desire to devour Mr. Kra-

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you wanna eat me,” Mr. Krabs just interrupted with a wave of his big meaty claw as he changed back to normal. “Been there, done that. So, let’s just get to the point.”

Unable to agree more, Deviljho lunged forward, his toothy jaws parted to swallow his crustacean opponent whole. Mr. Krabs, however, was quicker on the draw, as he socked his saurian opponent in the chin with a fierce uppercut of his right arm. The force of the blow was enough to knock Deviljho’s head upwards, the Brute Wyvern flung off his feet and flying past Eugene as he tumbled across the ground. Surprised by the strength of the blow, Deviljho scrambled to his feet before he trucked towards Mr. Krabs, once again trying to bite down on him.

“You must be kidding,” Krabs just commented in mild annoyance, before nonchalantly backhanding the Brute Wyvern across the face and sending him rolling away in a heap. Never had Deviljho face anyone with this kind of strength, and such a fact angered the carnivore. Pushing himself back up again, the monster looked up in time to see Mr. Krabs scuttling at him at surprising speed, the crab kicking up clouds of dust as he ran. Acting quickly, Deviljho whipped around, bringing his fat tail slamming into his smaller enemy and sending the old crab (“I said I ain’t old!”) flying across the terrain.

Slamming into the ground and digging a trench as he slid through the dirt, Mr. Krabs hopped back onto his peg-like feet as Deviljho came rushing at him, the Brute Wyvern trying to bite at him. Again and again the reptile snapped and lunged at his smaller enemy, but Mr. Krabs proved swifter than expected, the crustacean almost casually dodging each and every attempted attack. Harold Flower had a look of mild disappointment on his face as Deviljho kept attacking, only for him to keep on sidestepping.

“This is too easy,” Eugene noted, displeased with how disappointing Deviljho was quickly proving as an opponent. Sidestepping to Deviljho’s left just as the Brute Wyvern snapped at him once again, the crab socked his monstrous opponent in the face, launching the reptile off his feet and sending him tumbling away once more. Dazed by such a mighty blow in spite of Mr. Krabs holding back his true power, Deviljho was slow to recover, struggling to right himself and get back up. Scuttling over to his fallen foe, Krabs pounced upon Deviljho and promptly began raining down blows upon his scaly hide with enough speed and strength to match a Jojo.

Crying aloud in pain as he struggled to escape from his opponent’s unexpectedly powerful barrage, Deviljho brought up his left leg and gave Eugene the boot, kicking away the krusty crustacean. As Mr. Krabs flipped back onto his short stubby feet as soon as he skidded to a halt, the Brute Wyvern hauled himself upright, the reptile bellowing with rage as a reddish glow emerged from his body. In an enraged state, Deviljho spun around to face Mr. Krabs as the latter was beginning to charge towards him, before parting his jaws and letting loose with a blast of Dragon’s Breath.

The dark cloud of Dragon element came surging forth from the monster’s parted jaws, crackling with red energy as Mr. Krabs skidded to a halt. Looking on in surprise, the Krusty Krab raised up his arms in defense as the Dragon’s Breath engulfed his frame. Keeping the blast of elemental rage upon his smaller opponent, even as the latter was completely obscured for view, Deviljjho held out on his attack for a few seconds more before finally coming to a halt. A rumbling growl rising from his throat, the Brute Wyvern watched as his Dragon’s Breath clouded around the section of land before him, confident he had cooked the crab alive.

Thus, Deviljho was rather surprised when the Dragon’s Breath was suddenly dispersed by a loud clap, a powerful blast of wind blowing the Dragon element away and nearly bowling over the Brute Wyvern. Straining to keep himself steady as he skidded backwards across the rocky terrain, Deviljho looked ahead in surprise to see Mr. Krabs still standing tall and looking no worse for wear.

“Well, looks like there’s a plus to being dummy thicc. The clap of me asscheeks completely cancelled out that attack, and I didn’t even need to try to do anything! Arghargharghargharghargharghargh!” Eugene Krabs gave a hearty laugh at what had happened, Deviljho unable to help but wonder what the hell kind of creature he was fighting.

Getting himself back into focus with a shake of his head, Deviljho let out a mighty bellow as he charged towards Mr. Krabs, his toothy jaws open wide in preparation to unleash another blast of Dragon’s Breath. With a “Heave ho!” Mr. Krabs charged as well, scuttling furiously across the ground.

Both combatants were rapidly closing in on each other, ready to clash once again-


Before either could react, a new figure suddenly teleported in front of both Deviljho and Mr. Krabs, causing them both to skid to a halt in surprise. The being in question was a stallion of godly stature and vitality, with a horn rising from his head like a unicorn except far superior, manly man arms with beefy powerful hands, delicious ripe bananas for hindfeet, a beautiful mustache adorning his face, and a mane of glorious purple fur surrounding his chest and neck alongside a snail riding his shoulder and the letter H on his flanks.

Hoofs had arrived, and he was here for destruction.

Confused, and yet annoyed by this newcomer’s arrival, Deviljho attempted to snap his jaws shut upon Hoofs, a foolish mistake that no mortal can ever survive attempting. Faster than the fastest character you can think of, Hoofs made Deviljho taste the back of his fist as, without otherwise moving from his godlike stance, the equine backhanded Deviljho across the face, smashing his fist into the Brute Wyvern’s skull with enough force to utterly atomize it. So powerful was the blow that Deviljho was instantly erased from existence. And Hoofs wasn’t even trying with that one.

“Oh Neptune,” Was all Mr. Krabs could meekly comment, before Hoofs turned his attention towards the crustacean with a crack of his neck, his sexy blue lips forming a cheerful smile. It was clear from the look in Hoofs’ eyes that there would be no chance for Eugene to run away. Not like he’d get far even if he tried.

“Fine then,” Harold Flower decided as he glared at his equine opponent. “No more holding back.” Flexing his armor abs, Mr. Krabs was surrounded by a godly red glow, the likes of which would incinerate most mortals, but was just a pretty lightshow for Hoofs. The light dissipating just as soon as it appeared, Mr. Krabs stood before Hoofs, now having ascended into his true form: Moar Krabs.

Even The One Above All would be utterly terrified by such an awe-inspiring sight, but Hoofs? Hoofs just considered it a worthy challenge.

Both godly combatants stepped towards each other, only for the surrounding outerverse to be instantly erased just from their muscles flexing. Not like either deity gave a skreeonk as they nonchalantly approached one another, ready for combat.

Instantly, both Hoofs and Moar Krabs swung a mighty fist at one another, only for their punches to collide with enough power to threaten to destroy the surrounding nothingness. How could you possibly destroy nothingness? skreeonk you, that’s how.

Hoofs and Krabs began punching away at each other in a flurry of blows, their attacks moving far beyond the concept of speed as they blocked and countered each other’s punches while landing in several hits of their own. Neither combatant would even flinch from each other’s attacks, and they sure as hell weren’t going to relent any time soon. As they punched away at each other, they both began growing extra limbs to attack each other, more and more arms sprouting from their bodies to add to the assault. Soon it wasn’t just fists they were using; now they were throwing in their legs, their heads, and soon their whole damn bodies to just attack each other in this clash of gods.

Eventually, Hoofs managed to break this seemingly perpetual stalemate by landing a huge punch to the right cheek of Krabs, the immense force of the attack rocketing the crustacean backwards across the world of nothingness. Recovering almost immediately from the blow, Krabs raised up his left arm to block another punch sent by Hoofs, before landing one of his own upon Hoofs’ horse face, knocking the equine downwards with a loud crack.

Shooting down at his plummeting foe, Krabs’ eyes glowed bright red before discharging a pair of crimson laser beams, only for the projectiles to turn into snails with a casual raising of Hoofs’ finger. Teleporting behind Krabs, Hoofs landed a downwards chop to the crab’s back, striking him away with a smack. Recovering in midair, Krabs spun around as he began firing a stream of dollar signs from his parted jaws. Acting fast, Hoofs began flying to his right, dodging the incoming torrent as his crustacean foe tried shooting him down.

Raising up his fingers as he pointed at Krabs, Hoofs began firing snail-shaped energy bolts from his fingertips, blasting holes straight through Krabs’ body, only for the holes to heal right back up. Teleporting in front of his opponent, Hoofs punched his enemy hard in the armor abs, crushing his ribs and launching him skywards. Recovering immediately as Hoofs rocketed at him, Krabs kicked the horse across the face with an outstretched leg that looked unsettlingly human, caving in Hoofs’ skull and breaking his neck. Of course, such measly injuries would promptly heal up for Hoofs, before he decked Krabs across the face with a powerful backhand, sending him flipping backwards away.

Once again, both Krabs and Hoofs struck away at each other wildly, utilizing every single form of combat in their exchange. Punches were thrown. Kicks were dealt. Heads were butted. Asses were slapped. Nuts were - oh you get the idea. They were both laying into each other like Twitter users arguing with each other, except far more destructive.

Finally, both Krabs and Hoofs delivered a punch unmatched by no other to each other’s faces, finally managing to absolutely destroy the surrounding nothingness, leaving nothing but...nothingness??? Okay, cut! I can’t keep going here. Where the skreeonk do I go from here?

Stopping in their battle as they looked at the screen in confusion, Mr. Krabs and Hoofs stood around awkwardly while I tried figuring out what to do next.

“So’s the weather?” Mr. Krabs asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Alright, skreeonk it. Let’s just call it a draw. It’s April Fools, we can end this poop here or something. Yeah, I don’t really know what I expected to have happen here. Let’s uh, bring back everything that was destroyed. That should be fine.

Finding themselves back in the original setting of this fight, Mr. Krabs and Hoofs looked around for a moment, wondering what to do now. Hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps coming their way, both the crab and the horse glanced behind themselves to see Deviljho back to life. The Brute Wyvern had just awoken from being brought back to existence, and paused upon seeing his former opponents looking at him.

“...I’m going to McDonalds,” Deviljho just said, before turning and walking away.

“I’d better check on the Krusty Krab and make sure Plankton ain’t trying to steal me secret formuler,” Mr. Krabs decided, before he scuttled away, leaving Hoofs by himself.

With nothing else to do now, Hoofs flew away into the sky, riding atop a giant snail that left a trail of rainbows in its wake. Nyan Cat would probably file a copyright lawsuit against the snail later.

Winner: You get nothing! You lose! Good day sir!
Last edited by Kiryu2012 on Tue Mar 31, 2020 9:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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