((Gawdly))

The towering monster-God known as Mewtwo lumbered through the burning city, crushing buildings, vehicles and the few remaing living humans into mangled debris. He swatted at the annoying little Legendaries, their powers and skills of little effect against the massive and still-growing creature. The good and bad pokemon continued to slaughter each other, with fresh forces joining each side regularly. Corpses were piled high, a rainbow of death and carnage. The roads ran with blood, human and Pokemon.

Mewtwo began striding towards the lights in the distance, a large metropolis of over 3 million delicious hearts. Once he consumed them all, he would become unstoppable. The humans would be finished, their blight wiped from the face of the earth, and the true inheritors of the world, the Pokemon, would assume their rightful place.

((Coreworlds))

Mewtwo was bashed around heavily, and slammed into a skyscraper with numerous bones breaking, scaring the people there. He has failed the humans he looks after, and despair overtook him. He was ready to give up and die, when the souls of the dead gathered around him.

"Mewtwo, don't give up, please!" A boy's soul pleaded.

"The evil must be defeated." a priest acknowledged. "Help us, please."

"Help us, Mewtwo, you are our only hope." A woman said.

"Yeah. That big Godzilla-wanna-be needs it's ass kicked, bad." A young man said. "And you're the only one who can do it!"

Mewtwo 'looked' at the bright lights of the souls pleading for his help. I cannot do it alone. Lend me your strength. Lend me your spirit. Your deaths will be avenged, mark my words.

The souls nodded, and gathered around the Pokemon. Mewtwo gasped as he felt the spiritual energy flow around him and through him. He felt his bones kniting and his energy rising. He flew out of the skyscraper, feeling himself growing larger as more souls added their power to him.

When Mewtwo landed in front of Lord Mewtwo, he was no longer a six-foot purple cat, but a towering pillar of good, purity and light. He was the same size as his evil counterpart, and the 3 remaining Legendaries switched targets to the Pokemon army, as they let the two Mewtwos duke it out.

"You, Lord Mewtwo, are a stain on all that is Pokemon. I will no longer allow you to pass, to murder any more." The good Mewtwo said, his voice like the Voice of God. He went into a kung-fu stance. "Now, your evil ways shall end!"

A young trainer by the name of Chris watched the battle unfold from the relative safety of his Pidgeot. He used a video camera and a laptop to beam the images to CNN and all other news stations, knowing that they will want them. Now, the whole world knows of the battle between Mewtwo and Lord Mewtwo.

"As you can see," the 15 year old said, running a commentary for the newsies. "An evil Mewtwo is rampaging the city of (put city name here) and a good Mewtwo is all that stands between him and the city. This so-called Lord Mewtwo has already killed and eaten many people and even the army is unable to battle it. Who will win? I don't know, but I cross my fingers for the good Mewtwo."

((Gawdly))

For once, something gave the Dark Lord Mewtwo reason to pause.

In front of him stood a bright light of goodness and all things that must die. It was his equal, but only in stature and size. The Dark Lord smiled, revealing sharpened fangs that grew longer as his smile grew wider. Breathing in deeply, enfolding himself in the sweet nectar of the carnage around him, Mewtwo watched as his foe assumed a position that spoke of offense and defense and DANGER. The Dark Lord had not felt fear since he had awoken, and he was confused by this new sensation. He had to make it stop.

With a roar that shattered windows, the Dark Lord leapt viciously at his rival, seeking to drink of his heart.

((Coreworlds))

Mewtwo grabbed the arms of his opponent, rolled backwards and kicked him high into the air. He teleported and then struck him down with a powerful elbow blow, sending him down to the Earth with ground-shattering force.

((Gawdly))

The earth screamed at the force of the blow, and the Dark Lord Mewtwo crashed into the ground. Scrambling to his knees, he reached inside himself and accessed the evil that fueled him. With a speed that rendered him virtually invisible, Mewtwo became a veritable whirlwind of razor claws and massive teeth, striking the being of light before it could react. The Dark Lord stood back to admire his handiwork, and smiled an evil grin when he saw the damage he had caused. Multiple wounds covered the Good Mewtwo, and energy seeped from the cuts, dissipating into sky. The Dark Lord was satisfied, and knew that this...interuption would soon be over. He raised his massive claw, readying it for the final death blow.

((Coreworlds))

Mewtwo was furious, and his cuts healed as his Recover move got to work. He blocked the massive claw, and drove his fist, powered by Psychic into the face of the evil Mewtwo.

((Gawdly))

Pain!

Falling back from the stunning blow, the Dark Lord shook its great head, not willing to believe what just happened. The creature yet lived! Howling in anger, Mewtwo attacked again and again, only to be repulsed each time. They were evenly matched, too much so, and the battle raged on for hours, the two giant Poke-Gods battling for supremacy.

Seeing an opening, the Dark Lord struck quickly, throwing his opponent to the ground. He straddled him, huge furred fists raining down upen the stunned Mewtwo.

((Coreworlds))

The fists came down, but Mewtwo shook off the stun and rolled to the side, allowing the fists to smash harmlessly into the road. He got up again, and swung his massive tail around.