Cranky's Hut Closing the distance while narrowly evading Cannon-fire with extreme precision, Pinky attacks K. Rool from above with Karate Chop!

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Gyoku summons... something.

...yo hold on what the fu--

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Karate Chop (Impact/Cutter)- The user attacks with a sharp chop. Critical hits land more easily.

Forbidden Valley What seems to be him being pierced however, is actually chunks of his body disappearing and reapparing behind Mega.EXE!



As he tries to slash at Mega, however, two hands clasp his blade.

Going somewhere?

Janemba swings Waluigi away, but Wario stops him mid-flight. John Cena and Somari both take initiative and charge straight towards Janemba, the three of them disappearing due to their speed.

Waluigi? It's time.
YEH! Let's do it!

Waluigi mounts on Wario's shoulder...

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Forbidden Valley (Pre-Super Transformation) Those guys think they're soooo~ clever, that that demon is something only they can beat!
Well, they are looking out for us, after all. I'd say the warning is well warranted.
Still, it's not like we can just hang back and watch them fight. We need to do something.
And what are we supposed to do? You saw how powerful that thing is. We'd get killed in seconds.

While slight bickering goes on, Yellow Bomber joyfully prances around, before noticing something on the ground.

Ooh! You guys, look at the shiny thing that I found!
Whatever it is, keep it to yourself. We don't have time for games.
Really? Awww, but it's so pretty! It's star-shaped and everything!

Somari, Tailigee, Yoshles and Shadwari all recoil at this news.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, someone floating above the group chuckles, though is undetected.

Sorry to say, "Janemba..." But I refuse to leave the likes of this world for you to conquer, nor for my prey to be stolen. If anyone is to emerge victorious... It shall be I.

Planet Unknown Of course, I'm not quite interested in going "more like, under new management" and doing some kind of evil spooky mind control. Not at the moment anyway.
Hmm, it's been about 50 years since I've tried my hand at telepathy. But if the shoe fits...

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Dormant Mindscape Testing, testing, one two-- Are we on?? Yes? No? Perhaps?
Ugh, I'm a little shy when it comes to things like these, So, erm... *ahem...*
I am not here to force you to do anything. Just to talk. When I finish, everything that comes after is completely up to you.
You know, it's quite pitiful what misguided trust in others can do. It can lead to getting ones hopes up... Only to dash them, revealing the cold and bitter truth. Time and time again, you have been punished for your noble deeds. A hero in your own right, you were banished out of fear. Out of treachery. Despite having never done anything wrong. And yet, do you still show loyalty to the galaxy you saved from tyranny? How much longer must the cycle continue? Of worthless trash who only appreciate you for your upmost convenience? Who while conspire at your backs, and summon you for their own selfish requests? You deserve to be no one's tool. It's about time you've started playing by your own terms. Leave the weaklings in the past, and show everyone what true power really is.

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Planet Unknown The chrysalis begins to start showing small cracks...

Cranky's Hut Hnh!

Pinky Kong suddenly claps his hands together, creating a large, destructive wave of sound headed straight for K. Rool!

Mega City !?

Meanwhile, a capeless Prototype peeks through a corner behind Throw Man.

(..Which means I just have to wait until his energy output forces him to give away.)

Ngh... What manner of trickery is this, Tiny Man? After all, you are only delaying the--

Suddenly, Throw begins to feel a sharp pain in his muscles, forcing him down.

AAUUUGH!

Hesitantly, Throw Man gets up.

Your.... your plan now, I see it... Trying to wear me down?
I expected a true battle! Not something cowardly! But if Tiny Man refuses to come out...

He turns his directed to a certain spectating Heli Metall in the air.

... (...Should I be running?)

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Planet Unknown Vaati seems to casually be walking on a foreign planet, large minerals located in random places.
Welcome, everyone! I'm your host, Vaati, here for some more shenanigans!
Truth be told, I must thank Coda, Beta Devil, and every other villain on earth. Your contributions to distract the "Heroes" down there is duly appreciated. The MVC-bots should stall everyone in Mega City as well-- and Scale Assembly Satellites will be too busy with Dracon to pick me up.
But enough about everyone down there. I bet you're probably (or probably not) curious as to what I'm doing here. Well, it's simple....
...I don't believe in Omniversal destruction. I don't believe in teaching anyone the ineivitability of their actions. I care for a utopian-- or, as you would perceive it, dystopian-- world where only the strong are allowed to live. That is my world.
Why this is relevant, you ask? Because obviously only the ones with TRUE strength should be able to enforce these ideas. And who better to do this...

The view suddenly shifts, revealing a pink, crystalline, semi-transparent chrysalis with something inside. ..Then someone worthy of the moniker of the galaxy's strongest warrior?

Cranky's Hut ...

The strange energy in Pinky stops.

..So be it then. It would appear we have far passed the point of fair warnings. which means none of you will be spared.

Still glaring at the batch of trespassers as to not let his guard down and give any openings, Pinky Kong addresses the golden robot.

They'll destroy the entire area by the time we escape to find backup. Each of us will take three and fight... Unless you have any better plans?

Five years.

Five goddamn years.

This power... I feel different! Strong! Like a mighty winter war tank!
And there is only one way to test it out for myself!

Throw Man dashes at Prototype, lunging for a grab, but instead misses, receiving a kick to the stomach for his troubles, however, instead of being stunned this time...

Ohohoh... that was a nice kick, comrade! let me show you mine!

Throw Man goes for another front kick himself, though Prototype easily parries and moves to the side, grabbing Throw Man's leg and putting him off-balance.

I'll have to pass you up on that offer.

Prototype puts Throw Man on his back and attempts to dislocate his leg... but....

(No good. His limbs are too tough to be broken by such a maneuver anymore.)

Prototype then slams him on the ground, faceplanting him over and over until Throw stops himself, putting his hands on the ground before his head.

You will have to try harder if you wish to win!

Throw Man then flexes his legs, creating a shockwave that sends Prototype away from him.

(His technique is sloppier than ever, but he's reached a new high when it comes to raw strength.)
(Though trying to learn to harness that Dou-typed energy all at once with no prior training, experience, nor knowledge... his body isn't conditioned for that type of power.)

Throw Man suddenly grabs Prototype;

Ahahahahaha!

Throwing him down, only at the last moment realizing he has really only caught Prototoype's cape instead, but as he looks around... he realizes Prototype is nowhere to be seen.

!?

Mega City Not on guard for such a blow, Throw Man jumps back in surprise, slightly reeling from the damage.

Ngh... How in god's grace have you managed to counter my Crimson Cyclone!?

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Nothing special. I'm just releasing my inner battle power.
Battle... power?

Meanwhile, Junior watches from a safe distance above...

(I know what he's talking about...)

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(...Though the way things look like they're going... I don't think it'll make that big of a difference.)

...Yes, I see. Your accuracy and technique has sharpened vastly.
You said anger was the key to the second style, yes?
What of it?

Throw Man suddenly disappears and reappears behind Prototype and tries to deliver a knifehanded strike, which is only barely blocked with both hands.

Then I will use the anger derived from my pain to bring forth a new type of power!
What?

...Is that so...?

He cracks his knuckles. A strange energy begins to envelope in him as he turns towards them others.

...I speak not for my father, but there is little doubt your seemingly malicious intents are unwelcome. Of course, seeing as I have been left without context... you all are welcome to deny these allegations.

Cranky's Hut Like a blur, something is caught in between the electrical attack and the golden robot... being a very irritated Pinky, using his forearms to block the attack, though still taking damage from it.

Enough! I demand to know what the meaning of this violence is!!

Mega City Prototype and Throw Man both throw simultaneous barrages of punches towards each other.

Not bad, comrade! Though you have barely dented me so far! How do you plan to win?
Don't worry. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.

Throw Man ducks under one swing and tries to grab Prototype into a german suplex, but Prototype kicks himself free, landing back on his feet.

Hnn. It seems like it's that time.
Time!? Just what is tiny man reffering to!?

As Prototype changes stances... a strange, condensed battle aura leaking from him.

This atmosphere... what is going on?
Come, and I'll show you.
Hmph! Very well, comrade! Graaaaaahh!

Throw Man charges straight first, chopping, punching, and kicking away at Prototype... who parries each of the attacks flawlessly.

Come on, is this all you can do?
Nyet! Do not underestimate my Siberian strength! Crimson Cyclone!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Throw Man drifts into a Crimson Cyclone, rapidly striking away at Prototype, who only seems to be parrying these moves faster.

Tranquil like the flowing waters, you must build a dam to suppress your power. It's far from perfect, but...

Prototype suddenly snaps back, mule kicking Throw Man out of his Crimson Cyclone!

G-guh...!
It'll more than suffice as means of beating you.

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Cranky's Hut
[Psst. Hey Hightower, Beta's probably been waiting on your next move.]{spoiler} Not aware of Cranky's absence, Pinky somewhat-freely opens the door, completely unsuspecting.

Father, I have re--
....What?

Mega City Both Prototype and Throw Man recoil from clashing, however Prototype recovers slightly faster, grabbing Throw by the head before delivering a powerful knee face!

Khao Loi!*
Hnngh!

Stunned by the blow, Prototype aims another kick at Throw Man's calves, but this backfires Throw Man jumps over it, aiming to Dropkick Prototype instead!!

Apologies, but the same trick will not work on me twice!!

Prototype blocks just in time to lessen the impact, shortly being sent airborne before skidding back onto the ground.

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I'm getting real tired of this cat and mouse game.
You and me both, buddy!

Anthem leaps at Web Man, rapidly punching at breackneck speeds, though all his punches fail to land.

Heh! You may be stronger than me, but there's no way you'll be landing a single hit without your cronies!
I wouldn't be so sure.
Huh?

Anthem punches the air in front of Web Man, creating an air pressure which sends him flying into the nearest wall.

...Ngh... gonna be feelin' that one in the mo-- WOAH

Web barely manages to roll away from his spot to avoid being flattened by a Big Stomp.

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*Japanese for Flying Knee Strike.

Mega City Throw Man stands tall, branching his arms out in different directions.

Now you face not just me, but the Crimson Cyclone!

Throw Man begins spinning around, faster and faster to the point where he ignites on fire.

Here I come, little man!

Still spinning, Throw Man begins to rev up before wildly blazing ahead straight towards Prototype.

(He's fast.)

Prototype dodges the repeated charges, all the while attempting to plan ahead.

(This isn't good. He's damaging everything around us and fast. I have to find a way to keep him from doing this.)
Behind you, comrade!
(!)

Instictively Prototype does a 180 and punches the now-cyclone Throw Man, with seemingly little effect but burning his hand.

Tch.
Hahahah! My turn!

Still spinning, Throw Man rapidly attacks Prototype, who blocks an assortment of hits before ducking the next and countering with a sweep!

Urgh!

Throw Man begins to wobble backwards, but instead bridges into a handstand before backflipping onto his feet.

My turn.
Yes! Let us see what you can do, little comrade!

Prototype charges towards Throw Man with a Breaker Type, punching him right in the chest... though at the exact moment his fist lands, Throw Man flexes as his skin turns bright red, the double super armor clash causing a chain reaction and forcing the both of them backwards, their bodies smoking from the impact.

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Crimson Clyclone (Flame/Wind)- Spinning into a flaming tornado, the user charges at the opponent. With enough propensity potential hurricanes can be created.
Breaker Type (Shield/Impact) (Formerly Prototype Breaker)- The user charges at extreme speeds, homing on the target and gaining Super Armor.
Iron Muscle (Defense/Impact)- The user flexes their muscles as their body turns red. While in this state they gain Super Armor.

Mega City A large wrestler robot is seemingly knocked a slight difference back while blocking, but is completely fine.

Not bad, comerade! Your muscle strength is very strong indeed! You will make worthy opponent!
Throw Man
Power Grappler Robot

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But your silly peashooting tactics will not work on me! For my body is made of alloy that prevents such!
So in other words, I can only fight back with my fists?
Ah, ah! You catch on quick, comra--

As Throw Man is speaking, he suddenly finds a fist sprawled deep into his stomach.

Then I have no time to waste.
U-uuugh! What in Moth--!?
We get it. You're a Russian Robot.

Prototype releases his fist from Throw Man's gut, and leaps forward to kick him in the heat, but his leg is grabbed in the process.

That was not a bad punch, comrade; but it was not good enough.

Throw Man throws Prototype by the ankle, but he nimbly recovers in the air. Throw Man charges forward with a lariat, but his swing is ducked under as Prototype moves past him. Throw Man turns to his direction.

What is the purpose in running? You will not find the answer to victory without a fight.
This.

Prototype snaps his fingers, and an explosive tagged on Throw Man's back suddenly explodes. Though Throw Man sure enough comes out of the smog unharmed, if not only with scratches.

Comrade, comrade, comrade. You should know that trickery will not work on me!
It seems so; Then what do you say begin fighting fists-only this time around?
...I agree with your proposal.

@Brash Buster : That presumption is wrong. It’s an amalgam of different Makai equivalents from different series, including TP.