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Post by President Doom on Nov 3, 2018 4:55:08 GMT -7
His foe crumpled before him. His wounds bleeding out as he rolled over. "You...how are you so..." The man was grabbed by a silver glove and raised up to the burning red lenses of Doom 2099. A future self from another time. "I stole...from the Surfer. i cut myself...out of my metal carapice...how can you..."
"An Inferior Counterpart. Seemingly well hated by Mojo...AND WITH REASON." Doom 2099 threw aside the weaker Victor, pointed and blasted him with an energy bolt, taking him down for good. "Doom saw into your world. Your Susan Storm a vapid fool. Your Reed Richards...annoyingly adjusted. An inferior realm..with Galactus as a gas cloud no less." Doom 2099 turned to the smiling face of the Grandmaster and Mojo. "Now...you two. Grant me my prize. DOOM DEMANDS HIS MINISTER OF SIGNAL!!"
"Wait...really?" Mojo blinked. "You want the cute hacker broad?"
"Indigo Eshun has her uses. Especially here, where the internet sucks the life and souls from America." Doom 2099 crossed his arms. "I WON, GRANT ME MY PRIZE BEFORE I TAKE IT FROM YOU!!" His poise showed no sign of fear, not a shocking sight as it was Doom standing there.
Grandmaster smiled and snapped his fingers, and Indigo Eshun appeared out of thin air. "It is as you ask, Victor Von Doom. Now...where do you wish to..."
"Send us to Latveria. There is another Doom needs." Doom looked at the stunned Eshun. "Welcome to Earth-19 Minister Eshun." He said, trying to calm her.
"What the shocking Hel is this?" Indigo looked around, her gaze locking on the voyeurs.
"Battleworld, and you will see it again soon." The two then disappeared. Grandmaster smiled proudly. "Well...that was fun." He said, proud of the set up. It was always good to knock Dr. Doom down a peg.
"God...these rating are giving me goosebumps. We're knocking them dead Gast." Mojo held up his hand, excited as his HUD displayed rating approval of 110%. "High Five."
The Grandmaster got up. "How about instead we find the next mark? I'm bored already." He fixed his robe, ignoring Mojo's camradire.
"Ouch...dissed." Mojo turned. "Say...how about Power Pack vs a Brood?" He said as the spindly legs of his platform carried him along, clacking on the metal floor.
"Are you insane? Those kids are adorable." Grandmaster said as they walked, a look of revulsion on his face. "Maybe your X-Babies however? That sound too cute for words. It would make a nice....palette cleanse."
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 7, 2018 17:48:44 GMT -7
His foe crumpled before him. His wounds bleeding out as he rolled over. "You...how are you so..." The man was grabbed by a silver glove and raised up to the burning red lenses of Doom 2099. A future self from another time. "I stole...from the Surfer. i cut myself...out of my metal carapice...how can you..." "An Inferior Counterpart. Seemingly well hated by Mojo...AND WITH REASON." Doom 2099 threw aside the weaker Victor, pointed and blasted him with an energy bolt, taking him down for good. "Doom saw into your world. Your Susan Storm a vapid fool. Your Reed Richards...annoyingly adjusted. An inferior realm..with Galactus as a gas cloud no less." Doom 2099 turned to the smiling face of the Grandmaster and Mojo. "Now...you two. Grant me my prize. DOOM DEMANDS HIS MINISTER OF SIGNAL!!" "Wait...really?" Mojo blinked. "You want the cute hacker broad?" "Indigo Eshun has her uses. Especially here, where the internet sucks the life and souls from America." Doom 2099 crossed his arms. "I WON, GRANT ME MY PRIZE BEFORE I TAKE IT FROM YOU!!" His poise showed no sign of fear, not a shocking sight as it was Doom standing there. Grandmaster smiled and snapped his fingers, and Indigo Eshun appeared out of thin air. "It is as you ask, Victor Von Doom. Now...where do you wish to..." "Send us to Latveria. There is another Doom needs." Doom looked at the stunned Eshun. "Welcome to Earth-19 Minister Eshun." He said, trying to calm her. "What the shocking Hel is this?" Indigo looked around, her gaze locking on the voyeurs. "Battleworld, and you will see it again soon." The two then disappeared. Grandmaster smiled proudly. "Well...that was fun." He said, proud of the set up. It was always good to knock Dr. Doom down a peg. "God...these rating are giving me goosebumps. We're knocking them dead Gast." Mojo held up his hand, excited as his HUD displayed rating approval of 110%. "High Five." The Grandmaster got up. "How about instead we find the next mark? I'm bored already." He fixed his robe, ignoring Mojo's camradire. "Ouch...dissed." Mojo turned. "Say...how about Power Pack vs a Brood?" He said as the spindly legs of his platform carried him along, clacking on the metal floor. "Are you insane? Those kids are adorable." Grandmaster said as they walked, a look of revulsion on his face. "Maybe your X-Babies however? That sound too cute for words. It would make a nice....palette cleanse." "So this is what you do in order to entertain yourselves." said a shadowy figure walking in. The figure raises its fists, revealing ten rings. It then walks into view, revealing itself to be the Mandarin. "I must admit, it is amusing to see the future incarnation of that metal-plated fool fight a much more pathetic version of himself." said the Mandarin to Mojo and the Grandmaster. "I wonder who will you pick next." |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 7, 2018 20:01:35 GMT -7
Mojo quickly turned, spawning guns from his platform. "Special guests need to be cleared. I..." A hand extends and the terrain changes from a battlefield to a flattened rock floating in space. Surroundimg them were many other rocksmofmthe same color, and a swirling blue star they orbit. "...HEY, WARN A GUY WHEN IT IS A SCENE CHANGE PARTNER."
"Ni hao. Welcome to Battleworld Mandarin. Of all the people who I figured would spot the wavelength to jump here...you were admittedly not one of the first. Lower half of top 20...kinda shocked you beat Ultron. I am impressed." Grandmaster told Mandarin as he waved his hand, an ornate chair and a simple one appear. "Take a seat." He said as he purposefully took the fancy one. "Now...before we begin, a request. Try not to be too predictable in your challenge. What we seek is the fantasitc, the amazing. You trying to vaporize Iron Man is...well as Mojo would say...syndicated nonsense. A rating buzz kill." Gast smiled. "Try hurting him by hurting others. More fun that way. Work to a grudge match. We do allow returning players, butmlosers need to wait unless it suits us."
"Yeah...and no funny stuff. You can even ask for someone to fight on your behalf, but you have to compensate them. Our time, your dime." Mojo sat as he walked over and parked beside Grandmaster, his platform adjusting to stationery as he chuckled at a few imagined prospects. "Even heroes can be bought...if you are willing to deal with them."
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 7, 2018 20:08:15 GMT -7
Mojo quickly turned, spawning guns from his platform. "Special guests need to be cleared. I..." A hand extends and the terrain changes from a battlefield to a flattened rock floating in space. Surroundimg them were many other rocksmofmthe same color, and a swirling blue star they orbit. "...HEY, WARN A GUY WHEN IT IS A SCENE CHANGE PARTNER." "Ni hao. Welcome to Battleworld Mandarin. Of all the people who I figured would spot the wavelength to jump here...you were admittedly not one of the first. Lower half of top 20...kinda shocked you beat Ultron. I am impressed." Grandmaster told Mandarin as he waved his hand, an ornate chair and a simple one appear. "Take a seat." The Mandarin bowed his head and took a seat. "Thank you." said the Mandarin. "And thanks to the power of my rings, Ultron wasn't a challenge for me." He then looked around. "So... why have you decided to start this contest? Where you simply bored and wanted to enjoy seeing warriors battle?" said the Mandarin. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 9, 2018 3:00:39 GMT -7
"Yes." Grandmaster said as he summoned three glasses. Two of them with a red liquid and one, a sickly brown mug of ale. He grabbed one of the red glasses and brought it to his lips, taking a zip. "Kind of an Elder MO. The bane of a forever lifespan Mandarin, you get bored of the same old, same old. Sadly it also leads to a measure of tunnel vision. I found out i wasn't using my stone right. Mojo..." He turned to the outreaching yellow hand and swatted it. "The mug is for you. Do you look at him and see him drinking Badoon Alcohol?" He asked him.
"Oww...jeez Mom, sorry." Mojo rubbed his hand before gazing at Mandarin. "Imagine that kind of nihilism sinking in. Life being so boring that your raison d'etre is mind numbing. But...to accessorize as i have has expanded the game for him. He has an audience, the other being of power are looking in. Some of them jerks. Franklin Richards grew up to be a butthead. And don't get me STARTED on those Exiles. Anywho..." He took the mug to his mouth and chugged half the mug before letting out a massive belch. "I made it even so he can be benevolent in his power. Though with some provisos due to my windows into the Multiverse. Rule Numero Uno, Ixnay on any Infinity Stone hand changing. That's...well it makes your bling look like a nerf bat."
"Yes, i do abuse his counsel a lot." Grandmaster smiled. "You're safe. You never really...rock the boat in a Oh Fuck goodbye reality kind of...of..." A door suddenly opened in the middle of...nothing. "Darryl...I...I'm using the closet."
"MY Closet? Jeez Dwi, what have I said about that?" A human man sighed as he turned. "Is that the Mandarin?"
"No...Green Giant sent their Asian division mascot. Yes, now go. SCOOT!!" Mojo tried to shoo him off.
"My...ummm...roommate. I am slumming it on Earth. Good guy, put up Thor for a bit." Grandmaster cleared his throat. "Now...where were we?"
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 9, 2018 6:54:07 GMT -7
"Yes." Grandmaster said as he summoned three glasses. Two of them with a red liquid and one, a sickly brown mug of ale. He grabbed one of the red glasses and brought it to his lips, taking a zip. "Kind of an Elder MO. The bane of a forever lifespan Mandarin, you get bored of the same old, same old. Sadly it also leads to a measure of tunnel vision. I found out i wasn't using my stone right. Mojo..." He turned to the outreaching yellow hand and swatted it. "The mug is for you. Do you look at him and see him drinking Badoon Alcohol?" He asked him. "Oww...jeez Mom, sorry." Mojo rubbed his hand before gazing at Mandarin. "Imagine that kind of nihilism sinking in. Life being so boring that your raison d'etre is mind numbing. But...to accessorize as i have has expanded the game for him. He has an audience, the other being of power are looking in. Some of them jerks. Franklin Richards grew up to be a butthead. And don't get me STARTED on those Exiles. Anywho..." He took the mug to his mouth and chugged half the mug before letting out a massive belch. "I made it even so he can be benevolent in his power. Though with some provisos due to my windows into the Multiverse. Rule Numero Uno, Ixnay on any Infinity Stone hand changing. That's...well it makes your bling look like a nerf bat." "Yes, i do abuse his counsel a lot." Grandmaster smiled. "You're safe. You never really...rock the boat in a Oh Fuck goodbye reality kind of...of..." A door suddenly opened in the middle of...nothing. "Darryl...I...I'm using the closet." "MY Closet? Jeez Dwi, what have I said about that?" A human man sighed as he turned. "Is that the Mandarin?" "No...Green Giant sent their Asian division mascot. Yes, now go. SCOOT!!" Mojo tried to shoo him off. "My...ummm...roommate. I am slumming it on Earth. Good guy, put up Thor for a bit." Grandmaster cleared his throat. "Now...where were we?" "You were explaining to me about the boredom experienced by an immortal being like you." said the Mandarin as he drank from his glass before glancing at Mojo. "So, you decided to take advantage of this situation by inviting people and broadcasting the battles? How interesting..." He took another sip of his drink. "I wonder who will be your pick for the next battle." said the Mandarin. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 9, 2018 10:02:55 GMT -7
"Sometimes they come to us. We do try to introduce outsiders to serve as a sort of...free advertisement." Mojo said, speaking up as he slams his mug down. "I mean, why do the footwork when you can add, say, an evil Cyclops into Magneto's ranks. They ask why, he says why...people get curious and...we're always watching."
"Then again, you being here could lead to it being you." Grandmaster spoke up. "Care to...test out those rings on someone?" He sat there with an amused look on his face.
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 9, 2018 10:06:20 GMT -7
"Sometimes they come to us. We do try to introduce outsiders to serve as a sort of...free advertisement." Mojo said, speaking up as he slams his mug down. "I mean, why do the footwork when you can add, say, an evil Cyclops into Magneto's ranks. They ask why, he says why...people get curious and...we're always watching." "Then again, you being here could lead to it being you." Grandmaster spoke up. "Care to...test out those rings on someone?" He sat there with an amused look on his face. The Mandarin chuckled. "And who might be my opponent?" asked the Mandarin. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 11, 2018 4:10:45 GMT -7
"Who do you want? It needs to be fair...if not against your favor. It is not fun if you can swat your foe like a gnat." Grandmaster said to him just as a low growl could be heard, and the sound of something slicing. Flying through the air and landing on a table was the severed head of some mouthless being who eyes shone red, if only for a second.
Mojo's platform sprung to life as he stepped back. "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?"
"He was pissing me off. Kept staring...never taking his eyes off of me. Had me missing the talking variety, but still...the multiverse being down a Wade Wilson is a damn good thing." In walked an odd sight. Claws popped, a low growl leaving his lips was a caped Wolverine, one whose eyes were blood red and his skin white as a ghost. "What's with Gangrene Mandarin? Was his mommy an effing Skrull or what?" Logan said as he sauntered up. "Can you make me a bottle of AB Gast. I did your dirty work. He wasn't Legion Material. Oort passed however." He stared at Mandarin. "Those rings wouldn't save you from me Bub."
"My Champion of Horror...Mojo insisted we categories. Wolverine...Lord of the Vampires, from a reality where he was turned by, usurped and killed his Dracula." Grandmaster said as he made a bottle of blood and made a face as Wolverine sntachted it up and guzzled it down. "Magic, undeath, Adamantium and mutant power make him one of my better ones. Our reality's Deadpool is my Champion of Comedy." He added.
"He's a dumb ass shit I wish you would just unmake. If he mentions this Hugh Jackman one more time, I am going to find out who that is, end him...and then make sure he's dead in my reality too." Logan snarled at he looked at his bosses. "Is Greenie looking for a fight? I admit, never got to meet mine. N'Astirh finished him off before I could." Logan smiled. "Wonder how my Darkhold reading would match up to his little rings?"
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 11, 2018 5:20:27 GMT -7
"Who do you want? It needs to be fair...if not against your favor. It is not fun if you can swat your foe like a gnat." Grandmaster said to him just as a low growl could be heard, and the sound of something slicing. Flying through the air and landing on a table was the severed head of some mouthless being who eyes shone red, if only for a second. Mojo's platform sprung to life as he stepped back. "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?" "He was pissing me off. Kept staring...never taking his eyes off of me. Had me missing the talking variety, but still...the multiverse being down a Wade Wilson is a damn good thing." In walked an odd sight. Claws popped, a low growl leaving his lips was a caped Wolverine, one whose eyes were blood red and his skin white as a ghost. "What's with Gangrene Mandarin? Was his mommy an effing Skrull or what?" Logan said as he sauntered up. "Can you make me a bottle of AB Gast. I did your dirty work. He wasn't Legion Material. Oort passed however." He stared at Mandarin. "Those rings wouldn't save you from me Bub." "My Champion of Horror...Mojo insisted we categories. Wolverine...Lord of the Vampires, from a reality where he was turned by, usurped and killed his Dracula." Grandmaster said as he made a bottle of blood and made a face as Wolverine sntachted it up and guzzled it down. "Magic, undeath, Adamantium and mutant power make him one of my better ones. Our reality's Deadpool is my Champion of Comedy." He added. "He's a dumb ass shit I wish you would just unmake. If he mentions this Hugh Jackman one more time, I am going to find out who that is, end him...and then make sure he's dead in my reality too." Logan snarled at he looked at his bosses. "Is Greenie looking for a fight? I admit, never got to meet mine. N'Astirh finished him off before I could." Logan smiled. "Wonder how my Darkhold reading would match up to his little rings?" The Mandarin chuckled. "Hmhm, so... you want a battle? You have it. I accept your challenge." said the Mandarin to Vampire Wolverine. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 12, 2018 0:58:34 GMT -7
Logan laughed. "You might want to reconsider. I tend to be the Death Match kind of foe. Especially if you peg me as an easy target. I've won a whole bunch. Got rid of all the easily abused weaknesses, kept a few fun ones my powers kinda negate. Plus...I got every power Drac had but dialed to 11." He looked at Mandarin before taking a claw to his bicep and literally carving a piece out before it reformed at a much faster rate than Wolverine ever did. "No Adamantium poisoning holding me back now. It's crazy good since...you can't poison the dead." He then began to cackle. "So think wisely. I show no mercy, and even if you live...I might want the rings." He pointed to him. "First rule of the Contest: Losing is always an option. I'm ready to lose...but that just make me hungry to win...and being a vampire...so not good for you Bub."
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 12, 2018 5:20:02 GMT -7
Logan laughed. "You might want to reconsider. I tend to be the Death Match kind of foe. Especially if you peg me as an easy target. I've won a whole bunch. Got rid of all the easily abused weaknesses, kept a few fun ones my powers kinda negate. Plus...I got every power Drac had but dialed to 11." He looked at Mandarin before taking a claw to his bicep and literally carving a piece out before it reformed at a much faster rate than Wolverine ever did. "No Adamantium poisoning holding me back now. It's crazy good since...you can't poison the dead." He then began to cackle. "So think wisely. I show no mercy, and even if you live...I might want the rings." He pointed to him. "First rule of the Contest: Losing is always an option. I'm ready to lose...but that just make me hungry to win...and being a vampire...so not good for you Bub." "Mandarin!!! No!!! I beg of you!!! Don't fight this one!!!" said MODOK as he quickly floated in. "He would make for a powerful ally." The Mandarin looked at MODOK. "Very well, MODOK. It shall be as you say this time." said the Mandarin. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 12, 2018 9:00:08 GMT -7
"Good call." Logan grinned as he glanced at MODOK. "Hello Pinata...killing you was a fun day. I think Colossus had to much fun cracking you open." Lord Wolverine laughed before catching a scent. "What are you doing here runt?"
"James...please. Spare me the threats. It would take just one thought to clear house." In walked a blonde haired teen in a white uniform. "Just wanted to see who bit. Mandarin, huh? Neat." Franklin Richards said as he leaned on a wall, texting. "You keeping out of trouble Grandmaster?"
"I am. Nothing dirty my little referee." Grandmaster told him.
"I'm not associated with you. I'm just making sure you don't mess with my Family." He looked up. "Ok...everything seems fine. Carry on." He said before disappearing.
Mojo relaxed. "WHEW...glad he's gone."
Logan sneered. "Reality warpers...gotta hate 'em."
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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 12, 2018 9:47:49 GMT -7
"Good call." Logan grinned as he glanced at MODOK. "Hello Pinata...killing you was a fun day. I think Colossus had to much fun cracking you open." Lord Wolverine laughed before catching a scent. "What are you doing here runt?" "James...please. Spare me the threats. It would take just one thought to clear house." In walked a blonde haired teen in a white uniform. "Just wanted to see who bit. Mandarin, huh? Neat." Franklin Richards said as he leaned on a wall, texting. "You keeping out of trouble Grandmaster?" "I am. Nothing dirty my little referee." Grandmaster told him. "I'm not associated with you. I'm just making sure you don't mess with my Family." He looked up. "Ok...everything seems fine. Carry on." He said before disappearing. Mojo relaxed. "WHEW...glad he's gone." Logan sneered. "Reality warpers...gotta hate 'em." "YOU CALLED ME A PINATA!!! WHY YOU---!!!" uttered MODOK before hearing the Mandarin laugh. "Oh, I like your sense of humor, vampire." said the Mandarin. "Too bad MODOK doesn't seem thrilled by it." MODOK just grumbled. |
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Post by President Doom on Nov 12, 2018 15:57:40 GMT -7
"We bashed you open in my world, just to see if there were treats." Logan smiled. "I didn't partake, but i'm told it was tasty. Never been much for brains. Hearts...yeah. Brains taste too...metallic for my preferences." He then retracted all but the middle claw of his left arm and stuck it up at MODOK. "I've had better people in my head when I had a pulse Tarleton. Try me if you dare, but just know...anything you start, I finish. And then is hip what's left off home. It keeps Creed happy when i send him treats. Happy and off my immortal ass."
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