Marvel K.O. [Cosmic Ghost Rider VS Superior Iron Man]

The tournament roared with violence.

The twenty-four remaining contestants clashed in overlapping storms of power as I crafted half-realities to serve as their arenas. Twelve battlegrounds, each sealing two combatants inside, and changing whenever one fell.

One such half-reality took inspiration from Battleworld, the patchwork world forged by God Emperor Doom. Fragments of countless universes were stitched together across the horizon; deserts beside futuristic cities, medieval castles rising next to alien wastelands. The sky itself shimmered with unstable seams between realities.

Superior Iron Man descended from the sky in a gleaming storm of repulsor energy, the liquid chrome of the Endo-Sym armor shifting across his body as sensors mapped every inch of the unstable terrain. He landed atop an empty fortress and called out, partially to me, and partially to his opponent, looking for a fight. Hellfire answered.

A flaming motorcycle erupted across the patchwork plains, tearing across medieval stone roads and alien battlefields alike before skidding to a stop in a storm of fire. Cosmic Ghost Rider rose slowly from the bike, the flaming skull burning brighter as the Power Cosmic rippled through the infernal fire. Seeing this, Tony chuckled, branding him a “long-dead hothead”, and as yet another moron who thought he stood a chance against the brightest mind on Earth.

Round One. FIGHT!

Tony attacked immediately. Repulsor cannons fired in rapid bursts while the Endo-Sym armor expanded outward, forming drones and blade constructs that surged across the battlefield. Within seconds, the Rider was surrounded by a swarm of autonomous weapons.

Cosmic Ghost Rider didn’t slow down. No…he rode straight through the barrage. Repulsor blasts detonated across his armour but the flames only burned brighter. The motorcycle launched him forward in a blazing arc that shattered a fortress wall beneath Tony.

The Superior Iron Man retaliated with precision. Nanotech restraints burst from the ground, wrapping around the Rider and the bike simultaneously while repulsor cannons fired point-blank into the hellfire. For a moment the Rider was buried beneath chrome tendrils and explosions. Then the flames exploded outward, and the Penance Stare ignited.

Tony’s vision turned white as the psychic assault slammed into him and incinerated his soul. Every selfish gamble, every reckless ambition, every life damaged by his choices burning through his mind at once. Tony had a brilliant mind…which meant nothing when his soul was burnt to ash.

Cosmic Ghost Rider wins!

Both combatants blinked into the lobby of a strange building, defined by broken walls and an uneven ground. Around them were Ultron drones, shattered by an impossible force. The Cosmic Ghost Rider questioned where I had taken them, and I answered: this was a construct of the Illuminati’s headquarters on a world classified as Earth-838.

With that…Round Two. FIGHT!

Security drones from the facility were hijacked in seconds as the Endo-Sym armor converted the entire complex into a tactical network. Defense turrets rotated from hidden compartments while forcefields sealed off corridors.

The Rider accelerated, his motorcycle blasting around the chamber in an effort to dodge every shot. Flames streaked across the polished floors as he plowed through the automated defenses.

Repulsor artillery from Tony’s armor joined the barrage, filling the chamber with a hurricane of energy blasts. The Rider vanished, then teleported around the room as he reappeared above Tony, crashing down in a comet of hellfire that blasted the chamber apart.

Tony countered with overwhelming force. The Endo-Sym armor expanded into massive restraints, pinning the Rider to the fractured floor while repulsor cannons charged for a finishing blast.

Cosmic energy erupted. The Power Cosmic vaporized the restraints in a blinding flash as the Rider leapt back onto the flaming motorcycle and charged again. Tony waited for the cosmic hellspawn to get within range…and then extended his arms, deploying the Endo-Sym to blind the Cosmic Ghost Rider. He touched the vigilante’s motorcycle with the suit and encased it in nanites, leaving the vehicle in the billionaire’s control. Without so much as a word, he positioned his enemy so that, when the motorcycle roared across the lobby, its wheel sliced his head clean.

Superior Iron Man wins!

They reappeared in the third universe construct: the Mojoverse Arena, the sadistic gladiatorial broadcast world ruled by Mojo.

Gigantic cameras floated through the sky while towering holographic screens displayed the battle from every angle. The arena floor constantly reshaped itself; spikes, pits, and mechanical hazards rising from the ground as if the battlefield itself were part of a violent game show. In Tony’s mind, a near-perfect interpretation of the Shattered Colosseum.

Final Round. FIGHT!

The Endo-Sym armor expanded into its largest warframe yet — a towering liquid-metal titan bristling with cannons. Drone swarms filled the sky while gravity fields attempted to pin the Rider in place.

Cosmic Ghost Rider answered with chaos. Hellfire engulfed the arena as the motorcycle roared through the drone swarm, explosions trailing behind him like fireworks for an audience that no longer existed.

Tony tried to overwhelm him with energy nets that snapped into place as his repulsor cannons fired continuously, forcing the Rider into the center of the arena. The living skeleton looked up…and vanished.

A cosmic teleport flash ripped through the battlefield as he reappeared directly behind Tony’s warframe. Chains of hellfire erupted outward, wrapping around the armor. The Penance Stare ignited again. This time, Tony squeezed his eyes shut behind the mask. He cackled wildly at the Cosmic Ghost Rider, taunting that, despite his twisted sense of justice, he was just as wicked as the Superior Iron Man.

Without his sight, however, Tony could not view the most important tool in his armour: his artificial intelligence. The Endo-Sym cracked and seared, alarms blaring only when the damage was irreversible. Tony screamed, still blind, then ordered an ejection. The suit could not obey; it was completely neutered within seconds.

Tony opened his eyes, tears from the searing pain welling, as he stared at the Cosmic Ghost Rider’s shadow. It was the last thing he saw before fiery chains wrapped around his neck, melting flesh at inhuman temperatures as the twisted genius was forced onto his knees, clawing at the locks while gasping for air. The Cosmic Ghost Rider pulled upwards with a sharp jerk, silencing the arena with a snap.

As Tony hit the floor, the Cosmic Ghost Rider pulled the chains back, and they magically wrapped around his body. He took one last look at the Mojoverse Arena and muttered something about sick minds, a remark I barely heard as I transported him to the next round.

Cosmic Ghost Rider wins!