To say that everyone was dumbfounded would be an understatement. They weren't surprised by Zoro's win, that had a pretty good split with good reasonings from both sides, but they were dumbfounded nonetheless.

"ROUND TWO, BITCHES!"

Snake and Wolverine looked at each other. Then back at the screen, then back towards one another. Then back again.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck?"

"I don't… I…"

"IMMA KILL A BABY HORSE TOY!"

I'll give you three guesses as to who is screaming in joy.

Deadpool was-

"Hey, enough exposition. Let's get on to seeing how everyone else is reacting!"


"What the buck?"

Rainbow Dash wasn't exactly happy. I mean, she wasn't mad, but she also wasn't glad.

"I'm callin' it right now," Tracer offhandedly mentioned, "The eighth wall is goin' ta be broken."

"I think you mean the fourth wall." The pegasus blinked.

"Nah!" Deadpool popped in out of nowhere - much to the fright of the two heroes already there - "It's a handsome fourth wall breaker, versus a toy from the 80's!"

"It's basic math, luv." Tracer commented, "Four plus Four is eight."

The winged pony rolled her eyes, "I know that. I'm just saying that-"

"GET READY FOR YOUR FRIEND TO DIE!" Deadpool yelled.

"Actually, that was kinda rude of me, I apologize for the inevitable death of your friend." He said, instantly changing his mood.

"What makes you think she'll lose?" Rainbow asked, rather irritated.

"I got better combat experience." Deadpool said smugly.

"Out of curiosity, what does that friend of yours do for a living?"

"She's a party planner." Rainbow Dash responded.

"That's an actual job?"

"Yeah. It kinda is, Oxton." Deadpool deadpanned.

"Huh. I never really knew that."

"What do you know?" Rainbow asked.

"I know how to fly a jet, manipulate my personal timeflow, shoot a gun, handle certain explosives, and fight snipers." Lena listed off, "What about you?"

"I'm a weather manager. And I'm working on getting into the Equestrian equivalent of what you would call the Blue Angels."

Tracer glared, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't equate your stuntmen-"

"-Stuntmares"

"Stuntmares…" Tracer ground out, "To one of the best flying teams on earth."

"Well, that's what they are." Dash answered back.

"She's got you there, Trace." Deadpool added.

"Ugh."


Well, this was significantly shorter than I would have liked.

Pinkie Pie: Yeah. It really was.

DudebladeX: How the hell did you get here? Your fight hasn't aired yet.

DudebladeX: Wait, why is my dialogue now preceded by my name?

Deadpool: Fuck if I know.

Pinkie Pie: Language!

DudebladeX: The gods of Death Battle hate me. That is the only explanation.

Deadpool: Too bad you can't make any money on this.

Pinkie Pie: Yeah. And by the way, you can shorten my name to 'Pinkie' if it's too hard to type the whole thing out.

Wade: By that logic, he could just shorten my name to 'Wade.'

Wade: Waaaiiiitt….

X: I'm shortening my name to 'X' then.

Wade: Could we get back on topic of how I'm gonna kick her ass?

Pinkie: I don't own a horse. It's illegal.

X: She's got you there, Wade.

Wade: Whatever. Why is this part of the chapter longer than the actual chapter, anyways?

Pinkie: I dunno. What about you, Exxy?

X: Don't know, don't care.

Wade: I see you made a account.

X: CJ Slash X. It's a weird name, but I like it.

X: I'd appreciate the support! I'd probably need it if I'm going to be dealing with these two.

Pinkie & Wade: Hey!

X: Typical disclaimer shit-

Pinkie: Language! I don't wanna throw a 'cleaning your mouth out' party.

X: I don't care. This is my domain! You have no power here. It's a lot like the Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz.