Well. With one loss, Charlie is now shaken up. Can she turn things around? She hopes so with her next representative.


Charlie was miserable. This wasn't supposed to happen. Right now, she felt like crawling in a hole. The gods' jeers towards her and humanity as Shao Khan left the arena made her feel even worse. All she needed was one more thing and she would break down completely.

"Welp! It was a nice effort, but we all saw it coming" Angel Dust said with a smirk.

There it was. At those words from the flamboyant man, Charlie ran off crying. Vaggie glared hard at Angel Dust. If looks could kill, Angel Dust probably would have shared the same fate as Combo. "What?" he asked.

"If all of humanity was like you," the one-eyed woman said, her voice filled with venom, "they would have been erased after 24 hours!"

After saying that, she stormed off to comfort her girlfriend. Angel then turned to Alastor. "Don't look at me. I was going to say the same thing."

With that, the smiling redhead left Angel behind. Looking down at the arena, he saw lifeless bodies of TJ Combo and Blitz-O turn green before crumbling to dust. Realizing just what he said, he ran to Charlie, still crying into her girlfriend's embrace.

"Charlie. I'm sorry. I know this is another one of your passion projects and you really care about it. And that it went south. But I'm sure TJ will forgive you when we see him again."

Charlie looked at him. "No. I'll never see him again."

"Come on. I'm sure he won't hold a grudge even in hell…"

"He's not going to hell. Or heaven."

Angel Dust went silent. Taking a deep breath, Charlie went on. "In ragnarok, challenging a god to a fight to the death is seen as the ultimate sin, completely inexcusable in every way, shape, and form. Anyone who does so, be it human, demon, or otherwise will be erased from existence if they fail. TJ Combo. Blitz-O. They're both…both…gone for good…"

After saying that, she broke down into tears again. Angel's face fell. He didn't know what to say now.


"Hurry up and mend me, you worthless cretins!"

Shao Khan roared in pain. All the gods of healing were working tirelessly, trying to patch him up. He was suffering from several ruptured organs, thirteen broken ribs, a shattered jaw, and a ruptured eye. Despite all the injuries, he still had enough energy to yell.

"Good to see your mouth still works despite everything" said a sarcastic voice. Turning his head, Shao Khan saw Champa, Collector, and Mothra had entered the room. The hospitalized god scoffed. "That human only got lucky. Nothing more" he insisted.

"I wish I could say I believe you," Mothra said solemnly as she sat on a nearby couch, "but luck had nothing to do with your condition. The point of the matter is that you underestimated the human, and paid the price for it."

"Yeah. If anyone got lucky, it was you" teased Collector.

Shao Khan growled as his eyes boiled in fury. "Insolent child! You should show me respect!" he bellowed.

Ignoring the ramblings of the Khan, The Collector floated over to Champa, who was helping himself to the contents of a fruit bowl, sloppily eating an apple. "So when's the next fight? It's boring just waiting for it to happen" the child of the stars asked the fat cat. Champa had just finished the apple and tossed the core over his shoulder, nearly hitting Mothra in the head and landing three feet away from the trash can. "As soon as we choose the next fighter. And knowing that humans can fight back, we need to choose them carefully."

He then grabbed an orange and began to peel it in a hurried fashion. "Mothra," he said with his mouth full of orange and orange juice running down his left cheek, "what do you say? You up for round two?"

Mothra shook her head. "I'm sorry. But I don't see myself fighting my ideal opponent in round two."

"Hmmm? Oh right. That grudge with that former follower of yours" Champa discarded the orange peel as he pondered. "Hmmmm…problem is most of the roster are full of guys who are closers rather than opening acts or have special requests. I know Hippo refuses to fight a man, and Paultena is busy doing something to compete in the next round."

Collector and Champa put a hand to their chins and pondered. Soon, all the sounds left in the room were Khan's pained moans and Champa's loud chewing. Then, the blue and orange boy's face lit up.

"I got it! Yasha! He could be all like 'I am a god' and could be all like 'hyah! Wusha! Haaaaa!'" the starchild said as he did karate chops and roundhouse kicks in the air. Champa gave a smirk at Collector's antics. "I have to admit. Sending in that mopey martial artist does sound like a novel idea" he said as he grabbed a banana.

"So it's settled then? Yasha will fight in round two of Ragnarok?" Mothra said as she poured a glass of tea.

"Sounds like a plan. Alright. One of you find where he is and tell him that he's up next. I'll send the announcement"


"Are you feeling better?"

Charlie looked up to the speaker. It was a young-looking man with a slender build, tanned skin, curly black hair, puffy yellow pants, prominent lips, and a floppy hat. The most noticeable feature about this person, however, was his slender 13 centimeter nose. This was Usopp,a future fighter for the tournament.

"Yes. I am. I just…needed some time. I just feel responsible for what happened to TJ and Blitz-O."

"Aww…don't feel bad," the long-nosed man said, "it wasn't your fault."

"Indeed. If anything, it was that boxer's fault for not using his deal to the fullest."

The demoness and the man turned to the speaker. It was another future fighter, a young woman in gold and red robes with fingerless gloves and soft-looking shoes. Her hair was tied up in a bun and pinned with a hair ornament shaped like a flame. The most prominent thing about her, however, were her eyes. They were gold-colored with a dangerous look to them. She looked intelligent, composed, and very deadly.

"Oh. Hello, Azula" Charlie said, upset with Azula speaking ill of the dead. "Wow. Have a heart" Usopp said, equally offended. Azula scoffed. "Hmm. It's not my fault he only used his deal just so he could simply punch his opponent. All deals can be made to bring out the fullest potential of any human. And then some."

Before anything else could be said, the screen of Charlie's computer flashed. Answering it, Charlie saw that it was an announcement that the gods had chosen their next champion.

"Hmmmm…Yasha, huh?"

Charlie looked over the god on the screen. He was a handsome man with raven-colored hair, navy blue clothes, white tattoos on his face and arms, gold ornaments all over his body, a goatee, and shiny eyes.

"Hmmm…the dragon of melancholy, Yasha" she said.

Azula turned to Usopp with a cruel smile. "What do you say, sniper. Want to fight him?" she said with a cruel smile. Usopp turned as pale as a sheet. "What!? Me?!"

Buckets of sweat poured from his head as his pupils shrunk to pin-pricks. "S-s-sorry! I just remembered that I have a very severe case of if-I-fight-that-guy-I-will-die-horribly disease!" he stammered lamely. Azula smirked, seemingly drinking his cowardice and enjoying watching him squirm.

"Don't worry, Usopp," Charlie said as she turned to the two humans with a gentle smile, "I already have the ideal combo and counter for Yasha. After the last round, I feel like humanity needs some hope. And I know a symbol of hope to reignite that flame."

"And here he is!"

Kicking down the door to the room, a huge man strode in. He had blonde hair with two cowlicks in the front forming a "V", muscles all over his body, and a tight-fitting red, white, blue, and yellow suit. His most prominent feature, however, was his smile. Unlike Alastor or Azula, his smile wasn't one of malice or dominance. It was a smile that said "don't worry! I am here!", reassuring and confident.

"All-Might! Thank you for agreeing to this" Charlie said. All-Might threw his head back and let out a triumphant laugh. "Please, Charlie dear! The pleasure is all mine! And please don't worry! As a hero, I am ready for anything!" he said in a proud, booming, confident voice. He then looked at the screen and examined his opponent. "So. This is who I'm fighting? Don't worry. I'll handle him!"

Not once did his smile fade. Charlie began to feel his confidence for her own. "I hoped you would say that. Now. Ready to meet your partner?" she said. All-Might gave a hearty thumbs up. "Alright. Vortex! Please come in!"

After asking for him, Vortex came inside. He was a tall and well-built hellhound, perhaps as tall and strong-looking as the human he was supposed to be paired with. He had gray fur, torn pants and an equally torn top. His left eye had a scar over it, and his left ear had a notable notch in it. "You called, princess?" he asked in a deep voice. He then looked at All-Might and gave a smirk. "This the guy you want me to work with? He looks like a show off" the hellhound said. All-Might simply let out a hearty laugh. "Guilty as charged. Are you willing to make a deal?" he replied. Vortex nodded and formed the flaming contract. "Sign here please" he said.

Wasting no time, the number one hero signed with his full name, Toshinori Yagi. This made Vortex chuckle again. "You didn't have to sign your full name" he said as he signed on his side. After doing so, he turned into a ball of light and flew towards All-Might. Once the light dissipated, All-Might's outfit had changed. It was now a red and gray suit with a pentagram on the chest and small spikes dotting the knuckles of his fingerless gloves.

"Did he have to make it look so evil?" the hero said in a joking tone.

Charlie gave a chuckle. "Ok, All-Might. This is called Plus-One. It allows you to mirror your opponent's power, and then add one to it. I hope it suits you well."

"Why only one? Why not one hundred?" Usopp asked. "Because it's the safest number a mortal can use" Charlie said.

"Don't worry! One is more than enough!" All-Might declared while pumping his fist into the air. Charlie now began to feel her confidence refilling. "Alright! Let's reignite the flames of hope! Hy-YAH!"

However, unaware to any of them, on the other side of the door, Zeus was listening. "So. You want to reignite hope for humanity? Then I'll make sure the flames are snuffed out completely. Then humanity will see just how helpless it truly is to defy us."

With that, Zeus left, a vile plan forming in his head.


"Ah! There you are darling! We were afraid you'd never show up!"

Alastor stood up and patted the seat next to him. The princess smiled sweetly and sat down. "Sorry for getting upset. But I feel much more confident about this one."

"I'm glad you feel confident about this" Vaggie said, sitting on her right and putting a warm hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.

Angel Dust said nothing and avoided eye contact with Charlie. While he did feel horrible for making her feel so upset at a moment where she probably needed a kind word instead, his belief that they were fighting a losing battle was greater. So he decided the best thing to do was to say nothing right now.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Gods and goddesses! I hope that last fight whet your appetites for bloodshed, because we're only getting started! And what a bad break for humanity, dropping the ball so early! Can they turn things around for round two?! Let's find out!"

Asmodeus let out a flourish of his arms. When he did so, the arena changed. It became a city the size of New York with several planetoids floating around it. Suddenly, a massive pillar covered in stairs rose out of center. The moment Asmodeus was about to speak, All-Might began to charge down the stairs at speeds almost too fast for the eye to track.

"When it comes to heroism, one man stands out above all! Born with no power but a desire to do right, he was chosen to carry the torch of the legendary One-For-All! Now, with hard work and grit, he rose above all heroes to become the number one hero! His desire to do right is unmatched! His will to save anyone is unlike anybody else! When he hears someone call his name, he'll arrive there in a flash with a smile on his face! For humanity, the symbol of peace…ALL-MIGHT!"

The moment his name was announced, All-Might slid to the bottom of the stairs. When he came to a stop, he struck a pose and pumped his fist in the air. "NO WORRIES! I AM HERE!" he declared to the cheers of humanity.

"Hmmm…quite an entrance he pulled off" Alastor said.

"So cool!" the Omni-Kings said, eyes sparkling like stars.

"And representing his opponent…huh?"

Before he could say anything, his cellphone rang. "Opps! Pardon me, everyone. Gotta take this."

He then put his phone to his non-existent ear in annoyance. The goat and bull head in his hair moved closer to it, trying to hear what was being said.

"What is this? I'm in the middle of something…what?...A last minute change?...to who?...WHAT!?...ALREADY!?...who authorized this!?...alright, alright…ok…love you to…bye."

Everyone went silent in confusion. What was going on? What was this about a last minute change?

"*ahem!* sorry about that! A little last minute change to the matchup! No need to get upset."

As he spoke, one of the planetoids drifted down until it was hovering right above All-Might. Suddenly, eleven figures floated around the planetoid.

There was Champa.

A ball of fur with arms and legs.

A woman resembling an Egyptian queen

A mouse.

A robot.

A reptile-like thing.

A multi-tailed fox.

A pink elephant.

A green-skinned dwarf with a red beard.

A clown.

And a fish-like monster.

Suddenly, Charlie turned pale. "Oh no. Nononononononono! NO! Please tell me this isn't going where I think it's going."

"Depends. Where do you think it's going" Alastor said.

"Creation and destruction! Two sides of the same coin! For without one, the other cannot exist! But when it comes to destroying, no one does it better than the gods of destruction! If something is deemed too weak to exist, they get rid of it to make room for something stronger! And one of these destroyers is beyond that of his peers! His judgment is swift, and his word is law! So great is his power that one can be excused for underestimating him due to his laziness and gluttony! But make no mistake! He's a G.O.D among G. ! Introducing the new divine representative of the gods…BEERUS!"

With that, the other gods fired blasts of energy at the planetoid, causing it to explode into a series of colors like a series of fireworks. When the light show died down, Beerus calmly floated down with a smug grin on his face and not even a single scratch on his slender body.

"So. Is this the worthy opponent I was promised?" he said in a tone that sounded somewhat mockingly.

Charlie's scream shattered several glass objects that were close by. This wasn't part of the plan at all.

This was a disaster.

Ah-Ha! You thought it would be Zeus fighting All-Might! But it was him, BEERUS! Can All-Might fell Beerus? Or will Beerus extinguish the symbol of peace?