KWC TRAILERS!

[SoggyNoodles2016]

Somewhere deep in the depths of the underworld, something stirred.

A unclear essence coalesced into a humanoid form. Snaggletoothed jaws let out a hissing breath as a trio of etched markings on stone became glowing pupiless eyes.

Kumasogami had been summoned.

The fire god strolled forward as casually as one crossing a room as glyphs and magical flames surrounded him, turning his march into the leap from his world to the next. The god did not know who had summoned him. There had been so many through the millenia. Warlords, would-be tyrants, foolish ones who considered him a minor demon of some “seten” being, all of them had one thing in common. They unleashed Kumasogami to use his power and strategy for their own gain, to control their world and slaughter their enemies. Some he had made arrangements for, staying “contained” for a sacrifice or two. Others he slaughtered. Either way, he always got what he needed out of it. How long had it been since he was last summoned? Time did not flow in the immortal realm like it did on the other side. The thought was soon dismissed. If they had truly thought summoning him was required, it would be worth it.

An altar stood in the other world. A black stone ring of pure obsidian in a dead field. The rock began to glow and pulsate as the ground in the middle began to crack and bubble. Magma began to flow out, at first slowly but soon with greater fervor, until it could almost match a smoldering volcano. Yet, it could not escape the confines of the ring. A deformed hand burst though as a disformed claw grabbed the edge of the ring. Kumasogami pulled himself into the world, joints cracking and wings stretching, letting out a growl. He had returned.

The demon god glanced passively outside his ring. A group of summoners stood before him, clad in black cloaks. They made quiet sounds of fear, no doubt shocked at his splendor or perhaps, having not realized the ancient myths had been true. Those would be punished for their doubt soon. The yokai vaulted over the ring and began to make his way though the crowd . They were no mind to him. A simple glance and godly foresight told him who he needed. Among the many quiet gathered there, one lay crouched. His entire body trembled, his pale face on the edge of a breakdown. In his hands were a bloody knife and below him was the body of the sacrifice that had summoned Kumasogami, though already, his dark magic was causing the broken form to fade into the ether. With little haste, Kumasogami walked forward and grabbed the man, lifting him over his head. The assembled worshippers gasped, even screamed.

Kumasogami paid little mind. His eyes burned into the eyes of the summoner, probing his mind. What purpose had he been called for? The summoner choked before finally locking eyes with the god of Kumaso.

“Please. P-please. You must kill them. Kill them a-”

Kumasogami strengthened his grip. The man choked, his face quickly turning pale. It was not the fist around his throat that was killing him though. The demonic deity was burning though his mind, investigating who he must slay. Images flashed between the two in the magic hold. He saw cities being destroyed, shapes that were both human and not human, vacant eyes and manic grins, and most of all, a boy screaming in horror, clenched in a massive fist and being dragged away as a woman sobbed and the man who was now dying tried to pry him free.

The beast smirked. Well. This would be fun.

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

*Trailer*

I am very curious and intrigued. Looking forward to it. Also absolutely loving the characterization and depiction of Kumasogami.

[GmkGoji]

The ruins of Chicago city were dormant. All traces of human activity were long gone, as that era was now history. Now, all that remained were the Gods of man, the kaiju. Within the city rubble, a green-gold cyborg dug through the rubble with his hook-shaped hands. Gigan was looking for something, but who knows what it was. Meanwhile, a faint blue glow could be seen in the waters by the city. Out of the water erupted the king of the monsters, Godzilla himself! The titanic beast roared loudly to announce his presence, and the titan began to make his way inland. Godzilla, though he was the monster king, really didn’t feel like it. After all, he had just lost a battle to the king of skull island, Kong just 48 hours ago. Most of his battle wounds had healed, but godzilla was still understandably pissed off. Godzilla spotted Gigan, who was still digging through the rubble. When Gigan saw godzilla, he hastily bowed and retreated. After all, Godzilla had beaten Gigan twice before. Godzilla huffed, acknowledging Gigan’s show of respect. The monster king's attention was then caught by a certain signal. Another kaiju was approaching the city at a rapid pace.

A red dart could be seen swimming along the shoreline, gaining speed quickly before erupting outwards onto the shore. Titanosaurus roared to announce his own presence before walking inland towards Godzilla. Godzilla snarled as he approached the newcomer, spotting Titanosaurus’s red figure. Sizing up the new kaiju, Godzilla instantly noticed that Titanosaurus was taller than himself. But no matter. Godzilla roared at Titanosaurus, asking for his intent. The red dinosaur warbled back, challenging Godzilla. Godzilla was filled with rage at this preposition. The titan roared back, accepting the challenge without hesitation. Titanosaurus screeched back with an earth shaking cry that would have burst a human's eardrums. Titanosaurus and Godzilla charged at each other before colliding with each other.

[ShinGojira14]

Nome, Alaska.

The populace was in an uproar.

What had once started out as a tranquil, beautiful morning had turned into the setting of the world’s biggest murder scene. Crowds of onlookers gazed in a mix of awe, shock and horror while recently arrived military personnel strived to keep everyone under control. Cameras clicked and snapped photo after photo of the colossal crime scene, capturing photographic records that would soon be in books, news reports and magazines everywhere.

As the soldiers struggled to push back the reckless and the rebellious, a vast battle-torn body loomed below the rising sun. Even amongst the middle of the crowds, the passed lifeform was visible. The once mighty beast was a prehistoric wonder long thought extinct, a wonderous window to a past long forgotten, from an age when reptilian titans ruled the land and sea alike. Four sea turtle-like flippers would have powered the giant plesiosaur in life, allowing nothing to escape its massive crocodilian jaws. Average civilians would not have recognized the deceased giant, but dinosaur fanatics knew exactly what it was just by looking at it.

A giant Liopleurodon.

But unfortunately for all who would have wished to see such a magnificent beast in life, they would get no such desire. The prehistoric predator was a pale imitation of its former kingly self.

The lifeless leviathan was covered head-to-tail in ghastly tears and lacerations which painted the shallow beach water beneath it a hellish crimson, an ominous contrast that tore away the once serene nature of the beach. Newcomers gasped at the sight, both in awe at the presence of the Jurassic relic and in revulsion at its fatal injuries. Four cat-like claw marks adorned the pliosaur’s entire side, and a line of bloody holes reminiscent of bite marks lined its throat.

Whispers began to spread through all who gazed upon the deathly scene, whispers of an infamous terror that was now associated with the death of the Liopleurodon. It was clear that the marine reptile had not died of natural causes- rather, it was killed by something bigger and more ferocious than itself. The Liopleurodon was no longer the fiercest predator in the sea, for something else had taken its crown.

The whispers continued throughout the shell-shocked populace, all continuing to mutter the most infamous name on the planet. The civilians weren’t the only ones to utter this cursed name- the soldiers were thinking exactly the same thing. Only one creature could have been responsible for this massacre.

It could only be… … …Godzilla.


*****


Minutes passed into hours, morning rose into daytime, and eventually the sun could rise no further than its usual peak and it slowly began its descent as daytime began to yawn into afternoon. But the day felt as if it had passed too quickly, and now the Liopleurodon’s corpse was no longer the sole inhabitant of the beach. Soldiers stood guard as marine biologists and paleontologists and carried on with with an autopsy unlike any the world could have imagined. But the scientists did not do so without caution, for there was a reason these soldiers were stationed here with them. Godzilla was an unruly creature and given how his slain opponent had washed up here, they had every reason to believe he could appear in these very waters in a short span of time.

A low rumble shook the earth’s crust, causing soldiers and scientists alike to struggle for balance. A few almost fell off the top of the colossal corpse, but luckily regained their balance just in time as the rumbling stopped. Soldiers immediately took battle positions as scientists struggled to evacuate, and not a moment too soon for the waters offshore had begun to froth and spume. Something big was coming their way.

The soldiers’ fingers tensed on their triggers, tanks pointed their barrels out to sea with the preparation to fire as the frothing mass came closer and closer, dwarfing the fallen Liopleurodon in size. Then, as the water grew more and more shallow, the massive entity began to protrude out of the water. The garrison readied their weapons as they waited for the King of the Monsters’ charcoal-black body, ivory-white dorsal spines, glinting claws, gnashing dagger teeth and powerful tail to spring from the watery depths, preparing for the air to split with Godzilla’s infamous roar. The soldiers held steady as the foaming mass finally gave way to the Liopleurodon’s killer- and a loud, horn-like holler pierced the air as they got an unexpected surprise.

[CommanderBowser]

Here is my next trailer. This time for Kumasogami and Gyaos vs Manda and C-Rex

Note: Shortened to avoid spoilers

The Vortaak have arrived in New Zealand, and when the army notices them, they send out Kumasogami to take them out.

Kumasogami knows that he has to fight in order to survive. He starts by firing his arrows at the army, destroying a tank. Kumasogami continues his rampage by swatting helicopters, firing arrows at shooting tanks, and using his hand which turns into an axe to strike down areas, to prevent escape. Unfortunately, the Vortaak are not the only invaders arriving.

The Red Bamboo arrives, firing what they can at some of the solders defending New Zealand. "Back off, this is our land" Vortica said in anger. The Red Bamboo then reveals that they have brought C-Rex with them. C-Rex sees Kumasogami and roars out a challenge to him. Kumasogami accepts this challenge. C-Rex shoots out tar at Kumasogami, starting this brawl.

Kumasogami’s hand turns into a sword and he lashes it at C-Rex, but he dodges it, before lashing his tentacles at him. Kumasogami needs a new strategy in order to win. That is when he sees a person using a drill as a way to escape.

Kumasogami’s hand then transforms into a drill successfully, making Kumasogami proud. He then uses the drill hand against C-Rex, surprising him. C-Rex then grabs Kumasogami, shoots tar in his face and throws him into a mountain. Thankfully, the sheep on the mountain have escaped successfully.

[Nagoda]

I’ve got nothing to do so I might as well put a preview to one of my matches here.

Spoiler:

“There’s something off about these reports” Saki said as she looked over the papers documenting the various earthquakes around the island. “It’s almost as though something is traversing beneath the island, perhaps burrowing through the land”.

“Don’t be a downer, what could possibly do such a thing with that oversized turtle wandering about?” One of the drunk researchers said as they all laughed at her assumptions. Saki frowned at their behavior but continued.

“What do you think could be causing it? Another Titan perhaps?” Dr. Kyouichi Miya asked as they looked through the various files on titans unaccounted for in the past couple years.

“I’m not too sure, it might be one of the other “gods” of the island”.

The ground started to shake once more causing various equipment to fall to the ground. Part of the jungle seemed to explode upward as a baritone roar tore through the party noise.

“You might be getting your answer right now” Kyouichi said as scientists and soldiers alike started rushing about. The drunken researchers began screaming as they rushed to get out of danger while soldiers began trying to find the source of the roar.

Dirt rained down upon them as a massive reddish brown creature began to rise out of the earth. Its body was reptilian in shape with several armored ridges going down its back. There was a large glowing horn atop its head as well as two floppy ears rising into the sky. It was then that Dr. Kyouichi realized what this creature was.

“Titanus Baranosdragon, Baragon”.

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

Immediately, the leviathan saw his counterpart, and everything he had sensed was true. It resembled him on a basic level, but where his hide was unscarred scales, its was cracked and separated by red patches. Instead of spines that smoothed out at the ends, this being had jagged and spikey scutes. And where his thick musculature was well proportioned, its bulged out and rolled down the legs while the torso was thin.

The King of the Monsters was looking at a broken mirror of himself. It made his steps towards it slower, as he contemplated what was about to happen. He saw vast fields of destruction around it, suggesting it had not had a good experience with humanity. Despite his good times with them, he knew full well of their darker side. His father had drilled that into his mind.

Why was it not moving? Had it been damaged in some way? Life still coursed through it, but he did not know how much. Could he help it? If it was like him, than it fed on radiation. It could borrow some of his energy, enough to get it back to Adonoa Island where it could have all the energy it needed. Would the humans back there accept it?

Godzilla drew near to his counterpart, his yellow eyes looking it over. He let out a gentle call towards it, seeking to rouse its attention.

But he already had its full attention, the moment he had entered a several mile radius. Shin Godzilla sensed the radiation within it, the stimulus dredging up the memory of its previous life. The flesh before it coursed with the energy it needed. It just needed to be a bit closer…

Stepping to its side, the young leviathan gazed into its eye. Another gentle call left his mouth, yet as he stared into the eye, he felt fear. It felt like the miniscule orb was boring into his mind.

The god incarnate opened its gnarled jaws, revealing the hideous, toungless maw within. It lunged down, and the wariness Godzilla had been feeling was the only thing that let him jerk to the side in time. Instead of clamping onto his neck, the needles buried themselves into his shoulder.

[GmkGoji]

Godzilla heisei vs Shin Godzilla!!! Oh boy,this sure excites me.

[Gigantis]

The idea of a rogue celestial organism rushing throughout the Milky Way and getting ready to collide into the Earth certainly wasn’t the danger most would be expecting to face, but it was true. The beings from the Land of Light named it Gorath. With a diameter of 30 Kilometers, and a mass comparable to that of the Moon, it was named the biggest threat to Earth in its entire history, worse than any kaiju attack. The glowing red giant was set to hit the planet in just three months from now, and plans between humans and the Ultras were well under way, and plans to try to divert Gorath were set to be done immediately.

However, when they found out diverting Gorath was impossible, a scientist had the opposite idea: divert Earth.

This turned into a gigantic plan to add tons of hydrogen jet fields into the ice in Antarctica, which in theory, would propel Earth just away enough from Gorath so the planet would not be demolished. With the strength of the Ultra Garrison and the minds of human beings, along with some help with other Earth defenders like Zone Fighter and Jet Jaguar, it seemed like the plan was set. Slowly, they waited day after day. The days turned into weeks. The weeks turned into months, and soon, it was time to brace themselves. Either they divert Earth from Gorath, or they end up dead trying…

Just in case some monsters got upset over the climate being changed because of Earth’s movement, Ultraman was sent down to defend the planet once again from any kaiju that may interfere. So far, none of them reacted wildly to the test, in fact, most of them probably weren’t aware that a giant celestial body might smashed into them at any given time, but it was better safe than sorry, especially in a situation like this one.

He floated over the great icebergs beneath him, close enough to Earth to see everything below him but still up high enough so he could get energy from the Sun. He had heard that Gorath had already eaten the rings of Saturn, and had smashed Mars to pieces. Only a little while to go.

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

Spoiler:

Loneliness.

It is a strange thing. All living things have experienced it in some capacity, and those with the minds to actually comprehend it revile it. For Evolution has installed within them the drive to be with others of their kind, for loneliness meant that one was vulnerable and unable to pass on their legacy. Then, what if one were to be truly, totally alone in this life? Not a single other to even find any sort of comfort in?

And what if they were restrained, with nothing but their own thoughts for eons?

He saw nothing, nor felt, heard, smelt, or tasted. The only thing he had were his thoughts in this abyss, and those had quickly turned sour. This unending length of time had done nothing to sweeten the inner musings of the destroyer.

Before internment in purgatory, he had been a cruel sadist who raided planets for sustenance. Life would flow from the plant life into his stomach, leaving fields of death and decay as he burned all sentient life. Fire would climb high into the skies, blanketing the dying worlds in smoke as he relished the horror he inflicted. He was unstoppable, gods and monsters a like being torn asunder and reduced to ash by his unholy power.

But, why did he do it?

In the past, he had never dwelled upon these things. Either he was too busy in a chaotic frenzy, or sleeping as he traveled through the depths of space. He had tried to sleep in this place, but how could he? He could not close his eyes, he never grew tired, if it weren’t for his thoughts he would not exist!

Oh how he hated his thoughts. He did not remember how he was born, so he remembered no warmth of a mother or father. When the destroyer tried as hard as he could to recollect his most distant memories, it was all the same thing. Destruction, incineration, and genocide. No kindness, no peace, no… companionship.

He knew why he did it on the technical level. To live. Though, what did he have to look forward? To continue this cycle of mass extinction just to continue a meaningless life all alone? Could he go back to it, drown this self-reflection in carnage and return to what he had been? No.

Not when this self-reflection had lasted so much longer than his life before.

Suddenly, sensation. A rumbling, which ignited another feeling as a still heart began to pulse. Warm fluid coursed through a body rendered catatonic for sixty-five million years. The shaking continued, drawing a mind lost in eternal darkness and despair to something other then itself. There was a loud sound above, a muffled explosion.

And particles of dirt fell upon a scale harder than any stone.

Nerves flared to life, alerting the body of sensation. A raspy groan filled a chamber, bouncing off the walls and into three pairs of ears. Shriveled tongues scraped against the roofs of mouths as cracked and dry as the cavern’s walls. Six eyes opened wide, illuminating the void with harsh, red light.

His mind was overwhelmed by the sudden presence of his body, feeling it cramped within this small space. But something rose above the countless thoughts rushing through him at light speed. For it wracked his whole form, a chasm within his body that ached.

Hunger.

He lashed out against the walls, ripping through them with ease. He stood, thrashing apart his confinement and sending tides of rocks falling upon him. They would not bury him, for he could feel his muscles stretching. As he continued to climb, something pierced the darkness aside from his own sight. It forced three hisses from the destroyer, for the light of the sun offended its still reeling and flailing mind.

A mountain crumbled into dust, sending scores of people fleeing for their lives. Already, they knew that those within were dead, the excavation having gone worse than any of them could have pictured except in their wildest dreams.

But a tragedy turned into a cataclysm when a form arose from the smoke.

Black scales coated the form of a demonic titan. Three heads perched atop serpentine necks waved madly, opening mouths filled with knife-like teeth and bellowing to the heavens that he had returned. Four muscular, stout legs carried the dragon as he walked out, revealing more of his body. Two pillars of ebony rose from his back. A thick tail splitting into two at its end followed it as it walked.

One of the heads swept its gaze over the workers, paralyzing many with fear and sending the rest screaming in horror about how the end had arrived. For they truly believed that the second coming of the apocalypse made flesh was now.

For Desghidorah greatly resembled a golden dragon which had nearly wiped humanity off the face of the Earth.

Ignoring the strange, screaming beings before him, the ebon dragon continued searching until he saw fields of green. Desperate to fill his stomach, he charged towards the forests, gait awkward as he adjusted to movement after so long of stillness.

Emerald energy began to leak from the now wilting trees, traveling along the ground towards Desghidorah. It flowed into his feet, crawling up into his body as he absorbed the life essence of the plants.

When one grows immensely hungry, the body will begin to get used to this and greatly lessen the pain. What this means is that if the stomach is even slightly refilled, the pain will return in full force, often driving the poor soul into a frenzy to fill the gnawing void.

Desghidorah screamed as the first droplets of life energy entered his body, rushing further into the forest as he drained more and more from the plants. No thought went through his mind other than feeding, for it had felt like someone had carved open his body and pulled his stomach free. Mighty trees snapped like dried twigs beneath his feet, their dwindling essence still being pulled from their remains.

The insane bellows of the hellspawn echoed across the landscape.

As this unfolded, another being sensed a change. It would have been imperceptible to all but a select few beings, those who could feel the very essence of the Earth itself.

She felt a dark spot arise on the aura of the world, hundreds of miles away from her current location. For now, it was small, almost insignificant. But what drew her attention was how it grew, each passing second its malevolent power rose.

Translucent, gossamer wings of emerald spread from her back, adorned with elegant patterns and glowing spots that resembled azure eyes. Sharp limbs supported her thin body, the forelegs primed like a mantid’s claws. Blue eyes that shined observed the sky above as she beat her wings, gracefully taking off into the air. Trees were nearly flattened as she ascended, the sheer speed with which she flew generating powerful winds.

Mothra made it her mission to purge this tumor from the world.

[kaijufanforever]

Spoiler:

Loneliness.

It is a strange thing. All living things have experienced it in some capacity, and those with the minds to actually comprehend it revile it. For Evolution has installed within them the drive to be with others of their kind, for loneliness meant that one was vulnerable and unable to pass on their legacy. Then, what if one were to be truly, totally alone in this life? Not a single other to even find any sort of comfort in?

And what if they were restrained, with nothing but their own thoughts for eons?

He saw nothing, nor felt, heard, smelt, or tasted. The only thing he had were his thoughts in this abyss, and those had quickly turned sour. This unending length of time had done nothing to sweeten the inner musings of the destroyer.

Before internment in purgatory, he had been a cruel sadist who raided planets for sustenance. Life would flow from the plant life into his stomach, leaving fields of death and decay as he burned all sentient life. Fire would climb high into the skies, blanketing the dying worlds in smoke as he relished the horror he inflicted. He was unstoppable, gods and monsters a like being torn asunder and reduced to ash by his unholy power.

But, why did he do it?

In the past, he had never dwelled upon these things. Either he was too busy in a chaotic frenzy, or sleeping as he traveled through the depths of space. He had tried to sleep in this place, but how could he? He could not close his eyes, he never grew tired, if it weren’t for his thoughts he would not exist!

Oh how he hated his thoughts. He did not remember how he was born, so he remembered no warmth of a mother or father. When the destroyer tried as hard as he could to recollect his most distant memories, it was all the same thing. Destruction, incineration, and genocide. No kindness, no peace, no… companionship.

He knew why he did it on the technical level. To live. Though, what did he have to look forward? To continue this cycle of mass extinction just to continue a meaningless life all alone? Could he go back to it, drown this self-reflection in carnage and return to what he had been? No.

Not when this self-reflection had lasted so much longer than his life before.

Suddenly, sensation. A rumbling, which ignited another feeling as a still heart began to pulse. Warm fluid coursed through a body rendered catatonic for sixty-five million years. The shaking continued, drawing a mind lost in eternal darkness and despair to something other then itself. There was a loud sound above, a muffled explosion.

And particles of dirt fell upon a scale harder than any stone.

Nerves flared to life, alerting the body of sensation. A raspy groan filled a chamber, bouncing off the walls and into three pairs of ears. Shriveled tongues scraped against the roofs of mouths as cracked and dry as the cavern’s walls. Six eyes opened wide, illuminating the void with harsh, red light.

His mind was overwhelmed by the sudden presence of his body, feeling it cramped within this small space. But something rose above the countless thoughts rushing through him at light speed. For it wracked his whole form, a chasm within his body that ached.

Hunger.

He lashed out against the walls, ripping through them with ease. He stood, thrashing apart his confinement and sending tides of rocks falling upon him. They would not bury him, for he could feel his muscles stretching. As he continued to climb, something pierced the darkness aside from his own sight. It forced three hisses from the destroyer, for the light of the sun offended its still reeling and flailing mind.

A mountain crumbled into dust, sending scores of people fleeing for their lives. Already, they knew that those within were dead, the excavation having gone worse than any of them could have pictured except in their wildest dreams.

But a tragedy turned into a cataclysm when a form arose from the smoke.

Black scales coated the form of a demonic titan. Three heads perched atop serpentine necks waved madly, opening mouths filled with knife-like teeth and bellowing to the heavens that he had returned. Four muscular, stout legs carried the dragon as he walked out, revealing more of his body. Two pillars of ebony rose from his back. A thick tail splitting into two at its end followed it as it walked.

One of the heads swept its gaze over the workers, paralyzing many with fear and sending the rest screaming in horror about how the end had arrived. For they truly believed that the second coming of the apocalypse made flesh was now.

For Desghidorah greatly resembled a golden dragon which had nearly wiped humanity off the face of the Earth.

Ignoring the strange, screaming beings before him, the ebon dragon continued searching until he saw fields of green. Desperate to fill his stomach, he charged towards the forests, gait awkward as he adjusted to movement after so long of stillness.

Emerald energy began to leak from the now wilting trees, traveling along the ground towards Desghidorah. It flowed into his feet, crawling up into his body as he absorbed the life essence of the plants.

When one grows immensely hungry, the body will begin to get used to this and greatly lessen the pain. What this means is that if the stomach is even slightly refilled, the pain will return in full force, often driving the poor soul into a frenzy to fill the gnawing void.

Desghidorah screamed as the first droplets of life energy entered his body, rushing further into the forest as he drained more and more from the plants. No thought went through his mind other than feeding, for it had felt like someone had carved open his body and pulled his stomach free. Mighty trees snapped like dried twigs beneath his feet, their dwindling essence still being pulled from their remains.

The insane bellows of the hellspawn echoed across the landscape.

As this unfolded, another being sensed a change. It would have been imperceptible to all but a select few beings, those who could feel the very essence of the Earth itself.

She felt a dark spot arise on the aura of the world, hundreds of miles away from her current location. For now, it was small, almost insignificant. But what drew her attention was how it grew, each passing second its malevolent power rose.

Translucent, gossamer wings of emerald spread from her back, adorned with elegant patterns and glowing spots that resembled azure eyes. Sharp limbs supported her thin body, the forelegs primed like a mantid’s claws. Blue eyes that shined observed the sky above as she beat her wings, gracefully taking off into the air. Trees were nearly flattened as she ascended, the sheer speed with which she flew generating powerful winds.

Mothra made it her mission to purge this tumor from the world.

This looks awesome, I love the part were Des is sorta reflecting on his life, gives him some great personality

[Gigantis]

Alright, here's a preview of a revised version of the second match i ever made Because Greyshot lost the original goshdarnit: Zilla vs. Godzilla (Heisei)!

Spoiler:

A mighty storm rang across the abandoned stone buildings, as the great ship bravely raced across the waters. The five man crew controlled the H.E.A.T Seeker, with their leader looking at the monitor, absolutely confused to what was happening. “I just don’t understand what it could be..”

H.E.A.T was called by the Government to investigate the ancient ruins of the once great empire: Atlantis. Despite the city being dead for hundreds, if not thousands of years, some strange new power had been making it’s home underneath the waves. Perhaps some old Atlantean artifact? Or another one of their failed kaiju protection experiments?

Mendel Craven stretched his limbs as he walked into the main control room. “Alright, N.I.G.E.L’s headed underneath the waves to get a closer look. I’m putting bets on some underwater vortex or something of the like.”

“Pfft, vortex? The Black Hole Gun failed producing even a fraction of this thing! Probably just more of the city rising from the depths. Only 50% came back up after all.” Came the voice of Randy as he wandered past. “The rest was bound to come back up sooner or later!”

“The rising of a city… more than that of the Black Hole Cannon? Yeah, sure Randy. Hey Nick, uh, you don’t think we’re gonna fall into another kaiju trap are we?”

Laying back a bit, Nick rested his body against the chair. “I doubt it. Unless Atlantis was hiding more than we thought, another kaiju attack from them doesn’t sound very likely.”

Monique simply listened to the rain pounding down on the ship's roof, and the blue streaks of lighting that was accompanied by thunder. Mendel had given her the radar for N.I.G.E.L, though she wasn’t paying much attention to the machine at the moment, it could watch out for himself… less a monster crushed it, of course.

Suddenly, it’s radar began to go off.

Looking down, she saw a bunch of glowing, orange lights, coming out of the ground and picking up speed, some of them fusing into bigger waves of light that illuminated the deepest part of the sea where no light would ever reach. They were all making way to an object in the distance. One giant, skeletal, but familiar object…

With a gasp and widened eyes, she stared in complete disbelief. “I need to tell the others!”

***

His massive body swam through the ocean depths, his senses getting a hold of the source of all this energy. A power that could fuel his thirst for radiation for years on end. His maple shaped dorsal plates glowed a light blue that almost looked like a dwarf star was being created underwater. This was a place he didn’t recognize, a place he had never been in. But his addiction was simply too strong for this to be ignored.

Godzilla was on the move, and nothing shall stand in his way.

[Gigantis]

Spoiler:

Survival.

It was the one thing Legion took over any other priority in her millions of years of life in this universe. The survival of her and the rest of her species was fully on her shoulders ever since she had become queen of them all, and she swore that they would live a long, complete life if it was the last thing she would ever do. And yet, every world with the perfect living conditions for her brood had driven them away. Whenever she created a plant in order to birth more of her kind, it would always set off an immense explosion, rupturing habitats. Of course, the beings that lived there would defend their habitats in any means necessary, from blowing up her unborn brood, or simply fighting her until she yielded and fled away from their world along with her subjects. In that sense, she could relate to them, for they too simply wanted to survive and defend future generations of their kin as well, but it didn’t get rid of the stress that had been put on her.

It was as if every being in this universe had a place, except for her.

But she had to keep searching, she had to make it work. Nothing would disappoint her more than knowing she was the catalyst that had sent her species into extinction.

This eventually led to her no longer finding new worlds to call home, but trying to just live on the ones that had already driven her out, and trying to kill them with brute force, but doing the same song and dance, along with knowing she was wanting to kill another being that had the same goals had her, rattled her to the core. She was becoming the definition of insanity, and that was beginning to drive her insane. All she wanted was to live like they did! Couldn’t they see that?

In another trip across the Solar System, she and her many children were headed back for Earth. The blue planet was coming closer and closer into view. At one point, Mars and Venus were habitable worlds that could’ve hosted her species without massacerring another, but they had lost whatever type of life eons ago, so she was stuck with what was left.

As her symbiotes once again flew across the clouds of Earth, she made touchdown in Osaka, landing with a crash that had sent the ground into the air. Usually by now, humans would scream and run in terror of the “conqueror who hates everything but herself”... But nobody was around.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

It was then she noticed how demolished the city had looked, the once mighty Osaka Castle was turned into a pile of rubble, the only sounds that were made beside the swarm were the sounds of birds, the stench of death and decay made her want to hurl. Just what had happened?

[kaijufanforever]

Spoiler:

Survival.

It was the one thing Legion took over any other priority in her millions of years of life in this universe. The survival of her and the rest of her species was fully on her shoulders ever since she had become queen of them all, and she swore that they would live a long, complete life if it was the last thing she would ever do. And yet, every world with the perfect living conditions for her brood had driven them away. Whenever she created a plant in order to birth more of her kind, it would always set off an immense explosion, rupturing habitats. Of course, the beings that lived there would defend their habitats in any means necessary, from blowing up her unborn brood, or simply fighting her until she yielded and fled away from their world along with her subjects. In that sense, she could relate to them, for they too simply wanted to survive and defend future generations of their kin as well, but it didn’t get rid of the stress that had been put on her.

It was as if every being in this universe had a place, except for her.

But she had to keep searching, she had to make it work. Nothing would disappoint her more than knowing she was the catalyst that had sent her species into extinction.

This eventually led to her no longer finding new worlds to call home, but trying to just live on the ones that had already driven her out, and trying to kill them with brute force, but doing the same song and dance, along with knowing she was wanting to kill another being that had the same goals had her, rattled her to the core. She was becoming the definition of insanity, and that was beginning to drive her insane. All she wanted was to live like they did! Couldn’t they see that?

In another trip across the Solar System, she and her many children were headed back for Earth. The blue planet was coming closer and closer into view. At one point, Mars and Venus were habitable worlds that could’ve hosted her species without massacerring another, but they had lost whatever type of life eons ago, so she was stuck with what was left.

As her symbiotes once again flew across the clouds of Earth, she made touchdown in Osaka, landing with a crash that had sent the ground into the air. Usually by now, humans would scream and run in terror of the “conqueror who hates everything but herself”... But nobody was around.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

It was then she noticed how demolished the city had looked, the once mighty Osaka Castle was turned into a pile of rubble, the only sounds that were made beside the swarm were the sounds of birds, the stench of death and decay made her want to hurl. Just what had happened?

Love Legion's personality

[CommanderBowser]

New trailer for my newest match
Note: still a work in progress

A group of poachers are hunting for fun and sport, when they notice that many animals are fleeing the area.

“How did those animals know that we are coming?” one Poacher said. “Beats me” said another.

Those animals are not running from the poachers, but from something heading towards the poachers.

“Does it sound like a thunderstorm approaching?” said one poacher. But then, they look up and see a large humanoid creature with no skin.

The poachers want to use some animals they shot just for fun, but the poachers have never seen a creature like that before.

They attempt to shoot the creature, but the creature regenerates the damage done. He then grabs the poachers and punches them, killing them in the process.

That large creature, dubbed the Colossal Titan is still angry at the humans, and while other Titans are known to eat humans, he is not interested in eating them.

While the humans know how aggressive some animals like rhinos and hippos get, then cannot predict how aggressive the Colossal Titan really is.

A farm a few km away, is seeing many animals enter here, until the Colossal Titan leaves the area.

The lions hid in the barn, while the zebras and elephants graze with the cattle. The farmer does not mind the animals living here for a bit, but the Colossal Titan is still going after the humans.

However, a roar can be heard from far away, and not from a lion, at least a normal sized one.

Noticing the Colossal Titan’s rampage, King Ceasar has decided to fight off this Man destroying humanoid, not only to save the humans, but also the native wildlife.

The Colossal Titan, still on the rampage, finds a village and decides to destroy it, by smashing it, but King Ceasar arrives and roars a challenge to the Colossal Titan, interrupting his rampage.

[Nagoda]

New trailer for my newest match
Note: still a work in progress

Looks interesting. So is the Colossal Titan just an Aberrant Titan in this or is he still a Titan Shifter, because those titans are humans with a Titan form retaining their mind and body, and not a Human turned into a Titan without their mind and dissolved into the Titan body. Also remember to make dialogue for separate people their own indentation.

[GmkGoji]

I'm not entirely sure if I have to switch a few things up or not.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my arena! Where there’s NO RULES! NO RESEARCH! ONLY BLOODSHED! I am Ringmaster! Your announcer welcoming you to the expedition!

Ringmaster: Today, we have two supersized defenders of the earth, who protect our planet valiantly! In one corner, we have the legendary hero of m78, Ultraman! And in the other, we have the guardian of the universe, Gamera!

Ringmaster: Let's take a look at the two of them! Ultraman possesses the specium ray, a blast of energy fired from his crossed wrists! Ultraman can also throw energy sawblades, and can change up his ray to be a spiral blast of energy rings or a stream of explosive arrows!

Ringmaster: Gamera can blast fireballs at his opponents, and absorb it too! Besides his fire-bending ability, Gamera can even form fire into a lost limb to attack his foes with a fiery vengeance! Gamera can also travel by spinning around in his flame rocketed shell!

But enough talk! It's time for a death battle exhibition!
*DUN DUN*

[Mac Daddy MM]

Baragon Has a Bad Day or Giant dinosaur just wants to sleep but keeps getting annoyed

Food. Food was everywhere. Rivers ran with the largest fish he had ever seen. Stampedes of cattle and horses ran on either side, blotting out the grass underneath. Jumping on the backs of the livestock, those yummy little bird things that the humans call chicken. Baragon was in heaven. He jumped head-first into the buffet, swallowing numerous animals at once. The animals didn’t even try to run from him as he gobbled them up. They ran over his body and flowed directly into the tooth-lined muzzle of the subterranean behemoth.

It was heaven.

Baragon never knew such joys. No matter how much he ate, he never got full. And no matter how many animals he devoured, they never ceased. All of his favorites with no limits. The dinosaur rolled onto his back as little, pink pigs began to fall from overhead as if rain. The horned saurian opened his mouth, allowing the squealing pigs to vanish into the darkness of his throat. He laid on his back, limbs sprawled out as all the animals headed straight for his belly…

Baragon’s eyes shot open as a painful stinging erupted on his side. The beast snarled in absolute fury, more angry at being taken away from his heavenly, dream world buffet by whatever decided to awake him. His crimson, blood shot eyes shot down at the sight of a humans-zied, dragonfly-like insect on his brown, warty hide. A faint glow was coming from it as its stinger-tipped, scorpion-like tail had plunged into his flesh. The dinosaur lifted a clawed paw and brought it down with the force of a meteor, instantly reducing the annoying creature to a puddle of yellow-green goo.

A quick burst of flames came from the beast’s nostrils and his cranial horn flashed with yellow light. He rolled onto his back, limbs sprawling out and digging trenches in the white sand. The waves of the ocean crashed a few meters away from his upside down face, cooling his scales. His large, ear-like flaps covered his eyes as he peered toward the setting sun. Nigh time would soon be upon Monster Island. The dinosaur breathed deeply, taking in the ocean scent and sounds as he hoped to return back to his dream state. His eyes began to get heavy and slowly they began to close, allowing the sweet embrace of sleep to overcome him once more…

Suddenly his eyes snapped open. His flaps extended to the sides of his head and his jaws shot open in pain. His head looked up over his chest and stomach. Two more of those insects had landed on the inner thigh of each of his open legs. Baragon snarled in absolute fury. His tail thumped the sand and his legs clapped closed with the force of a volcano. The two bugs were instantly crushed to pulp, but their tails remained embedded in his flesh. Baragon sat up, using his three clawed paws to swat at the tails stuck in his inner thighs. After several swats, the tails dislodged and fell away. The dinosaur snorted, rubbing the sting marks and looking around for more of the pesky insects.

And it didn’t take long to see more.

Baragon’s eyes widened as he saw what looked like a living cloud emerging from the tree line several hundred yards away. His jaw opened wide in disbelief. He rolled over, taking a defensive stance as he kept his stomach low to the beach. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs and desires for sleep. The buzzing from the swarm was getting louder as the insects seemed to home in directly on him. Baragon’s flaps closed around his face, leaving only his glowing horn visible above his jaws.

The swarm arrived and Baragon lunged like a living spear, impaling many of the annoying pests on his horn and swatting more out of the air with his limbs and tail. One was captured in his muzzle and quickly gnawed, chewed and swallowed in less than a second. Baragon landed with a thud, his limbs sinking into the sand. However, numerous bugs had landed on his back, their stingers plunging into his leathery flesh. The behemoth’s tail came over and then struck like a bat, crushing many of the insects on his back with each impact. The dinosaur traced the swarm’s movements, growling as he turned his body to never lose sight of it.

He pushed his body up, awkwardly standing on his hind legs while his jaws opened. A faint glow of orange built in the darkness of his throat before a searing blast of fire erupted. The flames struck the swarm in the center, instantly incinerating many of the bugs. Burning bits of insects began to pepper the beach, but the sheer amount made the attack futile. The swarm moved as if a single being and came down like an angry viper. Knowing he was ill equipped to deal with such a thing, Baragon looked for an exit strategy. The sound of a large wave crashing caught his attention. He turned with surprising speed and fell on all fours, galloping directly for the ocean. He hated being in the water, but he hated these bugs even more.

Baragon dove into the waters of Monster Island just as the swarm caught up with him. Many insects landed on the surface, skimming the water in search of their prey. Baragon continued to move deeper, naturally aided by his weight and general inability to swim. He kept his eyes upward, watching many of the bugs landing on the surface. Some even began to dive down, using their forelimbs to swim but they couldn’t do it fast or strong enough to get very far in the rolling waves of the coast. Those that tried to swim were pulled out, claimed by the ocean.

Finally, his bottom hit the sea floor. He had to be hundreds of meters down. Thankfully, he was accustomed to the darkness and had experience holding his breath for days on end. However, the primal dinosaur was now enraged. His ideal night of rest and relaxation was essentially dead because of these annoying bugs. Baragon’s paws began to claw at the sea floor, digging tons of sand and rock at a time. He began to dig. And he would find the source of these repulsive things that dared disturb him.

[ShinGojira14]

Spoiler:

A devilish, synthesized bellow groaned through the streets of Scotland, sending crowds of hundreds fleeing for their lives. As they ran, a massive dinosaurian foot slammed down onto the village, flattening buildings, cars and innocents alike. Cyber Godzilla roared once more before unleashing a plethora of plasma rockets from his dorsal scutes, detonating more random buildings in their wake. His glowing green eyes staring mindlessly at the carnage, the cybernetic reptile snorted before trudging along, with no orders from his masters other than to destroy as much of this island’s architecture as possible.

Tanks rolled into place, men and women armed with all sorts of weapons following suit. At once, they unloaded their firepower on the reanimated reptile, who simply stood staring at them as if questioning why they bothered. When the onslaught grew boring, Cyber Godzilla reared back his head and unleashed a river of cerulean flames from his maw. A select few soldiers were lucky to dive away- the others were vaporized on the spot, while the tanks simply melted. With his opposition out of the way, Cyber Godzilla lumbered along, trampling through the village as he followed his masters’ given orders.


*****


From within the Leviathan command center of Site Omega, the lime-green pupil-less eyes of the Leviathan Warlord stared at the screen above with cold indifference. “Hmmm…such a shame,” he droned, “they’ll never learn when to quit. Even when it’s so obvious they’re outmatched.” He turned his skeletal limbs towards the controls. “But some of their monuments are rather impressive to behold. Perhaps we will show them a mercy.” He began transferring new orders to his cyborg puppet when an alarm sounded through the chamber. Beside him, the commander spoke up. “A new object is approaching the cyborg’s vicinity!”

The warlord’s head snapped up to the screen in surprise. “Identification!” he ordered.


*****


A heavenly light had begun to shine through the rainclouds, catching Cyber Godzilla’s attention. The reanimated cyborg hissed as he turned to stare at the strange phenomenon… … …and grew silent when a strange new noise began to emanate from the changing sky. An eerie, song-like series of chirps rang through the mountains of Scotland like the voice of a benevolent deity, and all those who had been fleeing from the destruction wrought by Cyber Godzilla had stopped in their tracks to await whatever would come out of the skies.

The rays of light shone brighter with each passing second, the clouds slowly beginning to dispel- until all of a sudden, they blew away as a powerful shockwave snapped across the heavens, and what followed looked nothing so much as an angel from Heaven itself coming to visit them. Two beautiful, glowing wings shone with an intensity to rival the sun itself, attached to a massive moth-like creature who stared down at the civilians with benevolent eyes. Reassuring chirps left the insect’s mandibles, and the citizens all felt their hearts flutter with hope. Then, the moth turned her eyes towards Cyber Godzilla.

The cybernetic iguana stood still as a statue, his tail swaying like an angry crocodile. It was the Giver of Life, the Defender of Light, the Queen of the Monsters, The Goddess of Infant Island… … …

Mothra.

The insect chirped a warning towards the reptilian puppet, demanding he leave this place at once.

Cyber Godzilla stood still, as if he hadn’t even heard her.

[Gigantis]

Spoiler:

“I must say sir, we have quite the collection of kaiju DNA for our invasion, but are you sure this will be enough?”

The tentacled extraterrestrial looked at the vault his masters had collected from the many kaiju of Earth and beyond, pieces of flesh torn from their battles. A massive chunk of Mothra’s wings, the severed dorsal plate of Godzilla, an entire piece of muscle and rib bones from Baragon, and even the severed head of one of millions of Super Gyaos’ that scavenged the land. The newest piece to the collection was a severed foot from the Brown Gargantua, Sanda, and even some elbow skin from the legendary hero himself, Ultraman.

“Well, yes and no.” His master replied from the shadows. “You see, these pieces of flesh will certainly give the Trilopods enough to truly become the clones of their inheritors. But it is still rather incomplete. You see, these are just tiny specks compared to our creatures, just small footholds that will only get their evolution so far. In order to truly give them all of their power, we’d have to get entire bodies of monsters. That will be enough to fuel their fire for hundreds of generations to come! We need tons of monsters with Godzilla’s genes, tons with Mothra, tons with Ultraman… this will only give a couple of them their powers at best.”

Both master and servant watched as an Alpha Trilopod continued to suck some of the DNA from the Gyaos head from a tube. Once it finally finished, it scurried over to a resting Beta, that looked at the Alpha with a small gleam of excitement in it’s eyes. The Alpha crawled onto the Beta’s back, then bit down on the back of its neck, sending the genes of the Shadow of Evil into it, as it’s body melded into it. Suddenly, it’s yellow flesh was turning brown, red eyes gleaming yellow, and massive bat wings bursted from it’s back.

Karkaro smiled as the Trilo-Gyaos roared out loud, joyed of it’s evolved form.

“A small taste of what is to be.”

He slithered over to his massive computer desk, sending the camera far above his underground base in Antarctica, above Earth’s atmosphere, till it finally reached the point where the entire continent was visible. “But enough chat. We must find our next test subject for our army! And I know just the place to look.” He sent his miniature drone over to an island in the south pacific, a place where kaiju roamed free without care. Monster Island would certainly be a goldmine for new Trilopod hybrids. Zooming in on the island shore, it had seemed a conflict was taking place.

***

A pale heat wave had struck the tan foot of the young monster, as he cried out in pain, falling onto the sand. The hippo monster, Daigoro, was now at the mercy of an alien lifeform that had arrived just not long ago. His ear splitting screech blew out his eardrums as his tiny arms flexed in a show of power. Bemular had headed down for his kill. Another heat wave builded up in his jaw, flames licked at the air and his lips. Daigoro, still down a foot, could only look on powerless as the deranged creature continued to march forward.

Another roar had entered the vicinity.

Bemular stopped his attack, then looked up at the hill. A giant theropod stared him down from above, his blue scales shone in the sunlight. He roared again at Bemular, before jumping down with a ferocious kangaroo kick!

It had struck Bemular straight in the chest, sending him flying back into the sea, as his attacker landed triumphantly between him and Daigoro. This wasn’t the average monster Bemular was dealing with anymore, rather an ancient being that had millions of years of combat experience. The one, the only.

Gorosaurus.

As Bemular raised his head above the waters, he growled. This idiot stood between him and his prey? He would pay for it! Another heat beam charged, shooting straight at the allosaurus’ head, but he moved out of the way swiftly. His head shot upward, hitting Bemular’s jaw again, pain shooting up it and down his spine as he felt something dislocate. Gorosaurus spun around, the sharp tip of his tail shot down at Bemular’s abdomen, poking holes that leaked blood as he cried out. Then, his massive jaws latched themselves onto the beast grey legs, able to pick up his entire weight as he was spun around in the air, before finally being flung away, his head colliding hard with rock.

As his head continued to spin, fear filled Bemular’s gut. He had picked the wrong monster to mess with, and now he had to escape! A blue sphere surrounded him as he curled up into a ball, then he shot off into the air, cowardly fleeing from his battle. Gorosaurus snorted in victory, then turned to Daigoro. The hippo monster couldn’t thank the primeval monster for his save. Smiling, Gorosaurus nodded his head, and then turned back to the lush jungles of Monster Island to finish his rest that was interrupted by Bemular’s attack. Daigoro, meanwhile, would rest on the shore as his foot continued to heal.

***

“My, my , my, what a spectacular display of power!” Karkaro said in amazement. “Such strength will fill our Trilopods with brute force that will certainly take over this globe! I must have him for ourselves.”

He scurried over to his signal, informing the rest of his men to his new plan. “Cryog army! I want you to head over to Monster Island in our spaceship. Find the monster named Gorosaurus and knock him out, bring him over to our base!”

2 hours later.

The hard-working man sighed as he finished sipping on his coffee. He looked at the monitors that showed all the creatures that lived on this magnificent land, beasts that were still beyond a mere human comprehension even after years of research and knowledge.

Eren Jaeger, however, wasn’t what one would call a mere human.

One of two of the remaining Titan-Shifters in this world besides his brother, Shikisima, Eren wanted nothing more but to put his monstrous side behind him for good, but he knew well enough that would never come to pass. One day the Earth would need him for a fight, and the Titan inside him needed him to be there if it needed his help. Still, he actually hadn’t accessed it in a while ever since the Titans had disappeared… well, not the other Titans, the humanoid ones. The ones that he technically was as well. Ever since the Titan War back in 2015 that reached its climax once he, his brother as the Armored Titan, the first Godzilla and Gamera had finally slayed the Colossal Titan once and for all, it had seemed the Titans had just disappeared from the face of the globe. Granted, they were probably just in hiding like the Gyaos and Skullcrawlers, but still.

He had been a big part in the war due to his transformation into the Attack Titan, who brutally slayed the other ones and let the military’s of the world know more about the Titans as a whole. Still, that wasn’t enough for him. He still felt the urge to know more, but he and his brother still only knew so much, and the Titans themselves didn’t appear in any history books, so both of them were still majorly in the dark. This was why he began working on Monster Island. Much as a stretch as it was, he was hoping that maybe getting closer to Earth’s kaiju, he could be more in touch with his own monster. In a way, it even felt like it was working.

Suddenly a dull sound began ringing in his ears. He tried brushing it off just in case if he was just hearing things, but it just continued to get louder and louder, finally reaching the point where he knew it had to be real. A yellow glow had entered from the windows in his base.

Walking outside, he saw the glow become brighter and brighter, forcing him to shield his eye from it. As his vision began to adjust, however, he saw the massive shape of a purple UFO hovering overhead...

And that's where i'm gonna leave things.