The arena transformed into the sun-drenched skyline of Manhattan. The orange glow of the sunset bounced off the glass skyscrapers, and the sound of distant traffic hummed below.
Heimdall was perched on top of a gargoyle on the Chrysler Building. "Semi-Finals Match Sixteen! The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker! Versus the Ghost-Spider, Spider-Gwen, Gwen Stacy!"
The Web-Slinging Dance
Spider-Man swung in from a crane, doing a triple flip before landing on the side of a water tower. "Hey, Gwen! You look great. Is this the part where we fight, or can we just go grab some pizza?"
Spider-Gwen was already perched on a nearby flagpole, her hood up and her white-and-pink suit glowing in the light. "I'd love pizza, Peter, but I think the 'multiverse rules' say we have to go a few rounds first. Try to keep up!"
Gwen moved first. She didn't just swing; she danced through the air with the grace of a gymnast. She fired a web-line, pulling herself toward Peter at high speed. Peter's Spider-Sense buzzed. He leaped over her, firing two web-shots that she easily dodged by spinning mid-air.
Sense vs. Sense
"Deadpool here, tum! It's like watching a high-speed ballet!" the merc shouted, eating popcorn through a hole in his mask. "They both have the same powers, but Peter has the 'Old Man' experience and Gwen has the 'Rockstar' style! Who's gonna blink first?"
The fight moved to the side of a glass building. They were both running vertically, punching and webbing at the same time. Peter used his superior strength to catch Gwen's wrist, but she used the momentum to kick him in the chest, sending him flying backward.
Peter fired a web-line to stabilize himself, but Gwen was already on him. She used her "Web-Wings" to glide silently through the air, catching Peter off guard. She wrapped a web-line around his leg and swung him toward a giant billboard.
The Final Thwip
Peter recovered instantly, sticking to the billboard with his feet. "Okay, Gwen, no more Mr. Nice Spider!"
Peter fired a Web-Grenade he had tucked in his belt. It exploded in a massive burst of sticky webbing. Gwen tried to dodge, but the area was too large. Her arm got stuck to the billboard. Peter didn't stop—he fired a rapid-fire "Web-Barrage," pinning her legs and her other arm before she could break free.
Gwen struggled for a second, then sighed and went limp. "Okay, okay! You win this time, Pete. But you're still buying the pizza."
"Match Sixteen winner... SPIDER-MAN!" Heimdall announced, as Peter jumped over to help Gwen out of the webbing.
Up in the booth, Deadpool was wiping a fake tear. "So wholesome! I love it when they don't try to decapitate each other! That's sixteen legends on the list, tum!"
Deadpool checked the correct list this time, his eyes widening. "Oh, we're going from 'Friendly' to 'Full-Blown War' next. We've got a pink-haired dragon slayer vs. a pint-sized demon king."
"Are you ready for Match 17: Natsu Dragneel vs. Meliodas?"