Here it is for the first part of the first chapter. I hope enjoy it.

Soon, in an elaborate arena, the stands were full of spectators. Gods and humans filled the stands. The air was filled with chatter as audience members watched. In one of the VIP boxes decorated in red velvet walls and two luxurious thrones were a pair of demons. One was a tall, beautiful woman with blonde hair and a pair of goat-like horns wearing a purple dress and black, spikey crown. Sitting next to the regal woman was a much shorter man with paper-white skin, blonde hair, shark-like teeth, and a white suit and top hat decorated with an apple-shaped brooch.

These two were Lilith and Lucifer, the queen and king of hell. While they were watching the stadium below, Lilith couldn't help but notice that her husband was crying. "Dear," the horned woman said with concern in her voice, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine dear," Lucifer replied between sobs, "it's just that our daughter? Declaring rebellion against heaven? I'm…I'm…I'M SO PROUD OF HER!"

After declaring that, Lucifer began to sob hysterically, tears of joy pouring down his face. He might not have had any love for humanity, but his hatred of heaven was even greater. Even if he had no belief that her plan would even work, the heaven's wounded pride would be more than enough for him.

Down below, a demon in the yellow and black garbs of a jester was pushing a cart of merchandise through the crowds. "Come one, come all! We have merch of your favorite fighters! Action figures, t-shirts, trading cards, novelty cups, pictures, and much much more! All yours for a price!" Mammon, the lord of greed, declared.

Elsewhere, on the human's side, Charlie sat with her friends. The demoness was so excited, her legs were bouncing like jackhammers. "Ohhhh! Get ready, guys! We're about to make history!" she said.

"Yeah. A bunch of idiots getting their shit kicked in'' Angel Dust said. Vaggie immediately smacked him upside the head for that remark, making the effeminate man rub the back of his head in pain.

"Owww…" he said.

Alastor tilted his head in curiosity, his grin now one of curiosity. "So what is the first round of this kerfuffle?" the former serial killer asked.

As if to answer his question, a large being appeared in a puff of smoke. The being resembled a twelve-foot tall rooster with a black suit with white stripes, black pants, black high-heeled boots, red heart-shaped cufflinks, a belt with a red heart-shaped buckle, and a tall top hat. He had a huge mass of green hair with two spectral heads floating in it, one of a goat and one of a bull. Trailing out of the top of his head was one red feather and one cream one, and trailing from his rear were three long tail feathers, red, black, and white. The humongous being pulled out a microphone and spoke into it with a deep, flamboyant voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Gods and goddesses! Welcome to the first ever Ragnarok! I am your commentator, the lord of lust, Asmodeus! Brace yourselves for the ultimate smack-down between god and man! Will over 300'000 years of human history be erased like that?! Or will man rise up and take down their makers?!"

A round of applause erupted from the arena at those words as divine and mortal cheered for their respective sides.

"Destroy the humans!"

"Down with the gods!"

"Wow" Zeno-One said with child-like glee dancing in his eyes as he and his counterpart watched from a luxury skybox.

"So much energy" Zeno-Two said.

"Now! Let's get to the battlefield!" Asmodeus roared. As he yelled that, the battle ground changed into a boxing ring half the size of a football field, with red ropes and a black mat with a red corner and a blue corner.

"As per request of both combatants, the arena has taken the form of a champion's ring. But what's a champion's ring without champions!? Let's get them in here! First up, the champion of the gods!"

At once, a group of hideous humanoids with sharp teeth and spiked arms carried a slate-gray throne decorated with a giant skull. Sitting on the throne was a large man, wearing a leather loincloth, allowing the audience to see his well-developed muscles and tanned skin. On his head was a kabuto made out of a skull. The god could pass as a normal, if tall, human if it wasn't for his claw-like nails and orange, snake-like eyes. His gaze didn't leave the arena in front of him once as the humanoids struggled under the weight of the throne.

"From the darkest wastes of Outworld," Asmodeus introduced, "one being rose up with one goal. To conquer all he saw and beyond! Entirely ruthless in his goals, without a shred of mercy towards his enemies, he will slaughter any and all who stand in his way. He lives for conquest and exists for mortal kombat! Ladies and gentlemen, SHAO KHAN!"

The conqueror leapt off his throne and landed in the red corner. Another pair of spikey humanoids marched in with a giant hammer, struggling under its weight. Without as much as a grunt, Shao Khan grabbed his maul and ripped it out of their grips with enough force that one of the tarkatan's hands came out of the wrists, leaving it screaming in pain.

"And who else will challenge him, then the human's champion?!"

A set of spotlights flashed on the other side as a man in a red training robe and hood stepped in as hard-hitting rap music about rising to the top played in the background.

"Victory! This man wanted nothing more than the sweet taste of victory! Ever since he tasted it once, he found himself high on it, to the point he was willing to cheat to get it, with dirty deals and cybernetic implants. How ironic that his desire to be on the top is what led to him falling to the very bottom. But on the bottom, he decided to claw his way back on top with nothing but grit and determination. From heel to hero, chump to champion, if you give him a second, then he wins! Ladies and gentlemen, TJ COMBO!"

After climbing into the blue corner of the ring, the man ripped off his robe, showing an African-American man with a flat-top haircut and a goatee. His attire consisted of a blue and white undershirt with his name on it, red and blue boxing trunks, red sneakers, and red boxing gloves. His arms and shoulders were covered in scars, as if something was ripped out of them. He looked like he'd seen more than his fair-share of scraps. The emperor and the out-boxer then stared into each other's eyes, as the music stopped.

"So," TJ said, "you think you have what it takes to beat the champ?"

Shao Khan scoffed. "I am Shao Khan! Conqueror of worlds! You will taste no victory."

"Let round one of Ragnarok…begin!" Asmodeus yelled as he leapt up on a floating platform.

Shao Khan started the match by swinging his maul vertically. TJ ducked and threw a straight, just to have the punch blocked with another swing of the wrath hammer. The emperor then threw a punch, which the former champion blocked, sending him into the ropes. Shao Khan then followed up with a shoulder charge, which the boxer dodged with the use of some fancy footwork.

"Shao Khan and TJ Combo are both giving it their all, but neither can find an opening!" Asmodeus declared, the excitement is his voice unwavering. Both sides began cheering at the spectacle. In one corner of the stands, Champa, The Collector, and a woman with black and white hair and a purple leotard.

"I must admit, Queen Sindel. Your husband sure is putting on a good show" Champa said while scratching his chin. Sindel gave a slight smile. "Indeed" was all she said.

"Of course, my Khan's win is all but guaranteed. After all, the arms of man can't harm a god" Sindel said before breaking into a haughty laugh. "Awww…that's boring" The Collector said in a disappointed tone.

In the other corner of the arena, several other boxers were watching. A young Japanese man, an American with olive skin and green gloves, and a humongous African-American man with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Heh," Balrog, the African-American man said with a smirk, "how could this pipsqueak be? He hasn't landed a single successful punch so far. If it was me in there, I'd knock the skull-head out in one punch."

"Not his style" Little Mac, the American said.

"He's an out-boxer," the Japanese boxer, Ippo Mankunouchi, said. "He studies his opponent down to the last detail, then sees how he can exploit it in battle."

True to Ippo's words, TJ was busy studying his opponent. Everything from the way Khan stood and threw blows, the way he blocked, the way he held his hammer, even to the way he breathed and blinked were taken into consideration. He then dodged a blow and leapt back before rushing forwards with a powerful punch. "Power Line!" he shouted as he closed the distance.

Sindel smirked cruelly. "Watch as he breaks his hand on his chest" she said in sadistic glee.

Shao Khan also laughed, putting his hands on his hips and gloating. "You weak pathetic fool! You can't hurt…"

POW!

Everyone on both sides fell quiet. TJ's fist made contact with Shao Khan's chest, leaving a huge bruise on it. The god's jaws dropped collectively as Shao Khan fell on his back. Champa rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Was he not seeing things correctly? A few more punches from the boxer as he forced the emperor to his feet proved that he was, in fact, seeing things correctly. TJ finished his combo up with an uppercut so hard, it sent the god flying fifteen feet in the air. When he came back down, he felt a hard hit to his back, sending him into a turnbuckle.

"Look at that! Without any warning, Shao Khan is the first to get thrown into the corner!" Asmodeus bellowed in glee at the fight unfolding.

Champa stared wide-eyed in disbelief before looking across from him. There, in Charlie's box, was the princess of hell with a huge smile on her face.

"H…how is this possible?" he finally managed to say.

Back in the ring, the conqueror was slowly standing up, just to feel a right-hook to the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

"Haven't you heard?" the boxer said, pounding one of his fists into the other. "You can't give me a second. Because if you do…"

He jumped up and slammed his fist into Khan's stomach, making him cough up a mixture of blood and spit.

"I WIN!"

Charlie then looked at her friends happily. Things were looking good for them. Maybe they could pull this off. Maybe the odds could be overcome. Maybe, just maybe, they could win this.

Stay tuned for the first round of Raganrok, where the god who conquered worlds and the man who conquered the ring will duke it out.

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