Stachel

@maverick_6: "A test is customary, yes. I assure you I will do well. What may this test be?" As Stachel inquired, Kleine buzzed slightly, resting on Stachel's shoulder.

Neither were Cassie Cage, Stryker, Erron Black, Kabal, Predator, Cyrax, Sektor, or Smoke.

By MK vs DC, I meant characters from MK and/or DC. (Predator is a rumored character for MKX, so, whatever)

1 day prep. Takes place in abandoned Gotham City in broad daylight.

Round 1. Sub-Zero with his Dragon Medallion vs Pre-52 Deathstroke.

Round 2. Cyber Sub-Zero vs New-52 Deathstroke.

Who wins?

@vashtanerada88: Reasons?

@frisky4: Let's say it's the PC in AVP.

Batman has 3 days of prep and standard gear. This is Pre-52. Takes place in Gotham city at night.

Round 1. Harley Quinn

Round 2. Cassie Cage

Round 3. Stryker

Round 4. Sonya Blade

Round 5. The Joker

Round 6. Erron Black

Round 7. Jax Briggs

Round 8. Kabal

Round 9. Kano

Round 10. Predator

Round 11. Cyrax

Round 12. Sektor

Round 13. Smoke

Round 14. Deathstroke

Round 15. Sub-Zero

BONUS ROUND: Lobo, Spawn, and General Zod are in a fight in Metropolis during the daytime. Batman has 3 months of prep. The three have no idea Batman is on a mission to stop them all. He can use anything at his disposal to dispatch them while they battle.

@thisisgonnahurt: This has happened on PC and mobile now. Ugh, I'm gonna copy/paste this into the battles forum on this account.

@maverick_6: Stachel worried little about what his acquaintance thought o his epsode now. It seemed he either did not notice or care. He sat in front of Nemaz, listening to his questions. As Nemaz began to speak of Stachel's status as a mutant and former Nazi, he opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing.

"Yes. I play well with others. I've never been the lone wolf type. I fought for the Nazis not because of any racial bias, but because I believed Adolf Hitler was an intelligent man. My skills lied in the military. It fit together. Of course, not long after his death, I realized what he really was. I assure you, I share few of his beliefs. But I worked under him, and with my now dead comrades, and I will not let their memory be scattered into the wind. If flaunting this," Stachel said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a tattooed Nazi armband, "Or this," Stachel unbottoned a flap on his vest, which fell down to reveal multiple Nazi officer badges, specifically SS, "Or even this," Stachel, ont he arm with his rolled up sleeve, extended one of his stingers, "will be a problem, we may have an issue." Stachel gave a strange grin. "And I really hope we don't have a problem."

A faint buzzing could be heard in the brief silence that followed. The buzzing grew in strength. There was a wasp in the room. It landed on Nemaz' hand. It buzzed it's wings slightly before settling. "Come now, Kliene." The wasp quickly made it's way to Stachel's extended finger. He held it on level with it's eye. He grinned once more, and gave a faint laugh. "Don't mind her. She's nothing to be worried about." Stachel waved his finger slightly, and the wasp flew off, landing on the desk by his hand. "She's more of a pet."

@maverick_6: Stachel had been looking forward to this meeting. He had worked as a mercenary on much smaller scale, typically taking private contracts. His men were not loyal, and had no incentive other than their next paycheck. A ragtag team at most, men came and went, dying or quitting. Being a both a mutant and a former nazi, Stachel's contracts were somewhat limited. He hoped to stop that by signing on with this large organization.

"Hello. Nemaz, I presume?" Stachel walked in to the office to find his soon-to-be associate to find him waiting, despite Stachel being well ahead of schedule. "I'm here to see about applying for a position in Maverick."

Stachel looked out to the city. He stared for a moment, and as he did, his vision went black momentarily. It must've only been a second or two, as Nemaz had yet to say anything about it. A wasp appeared on the window, making a small tapping sound as it did. The noise was hollow, like a faint ding. But the singing did not stop. It began ringing in Stachel's ears. It grew continuously louder. Stachel could now, even from across the room, see the wasp to the finest detail. "Ubel." The wasp whispered. The ringing had become deafening, and at the word spoken by the wasp, stopped. Stachel turned to Nemaz, silent, unsure of how long he had been staring. He looked back to the window. No wasp. Shaken, he sat, unsure of what the reaction to his episode may be.

Let's be drunk friends! Also, meeting!

@atrocity_:

I'm sure you've heard of the late, great, @crimson_vigilante!

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