Deadpool was currently hanging upside down from the ceiling of the booth, wearing a tiny black cape and plastic vampire fangs. He was clutching a juice box filled with something suspiciously red.
"tum, dim the lights and lock the doors!" Deadpool whispered hoarsely into the mic. "We're going from the brightest sun to the deepest, bloodiest night. It's the battle of the blood-suckers! The King of Vampires vs. The God of Vampires! It's 'The Bird of Hermes' vs. 'The World'! This match is going to be rated R for 'Really, ReallyGory'!"
The arena transformed into a fog-drenched, moonlit Victorian London. The cobblestone streets were slick with rain, and the Big Ben clock tower loomed in the distance. The air was cold and smelled of ozone and ancient decay.
Heimdall stood atop a horse-drawn carriage, his horn glowing. "Semi-Finals Match Six! The No-Life King, the trump card of the Hellsing Organization, Alucard! Versus the man who rejected his humanity, the user of The World, Dio Brando!"
The World Stands Still
Dio stood on a balcony, his yellow jacket glowing under the moonlight. He struck a dramatic pose, pointing down at the street. "You think your immortality can save you from a God? I, DIO, will show you the true meaning of power!"
Alucard was leaning against a streetlamp, his red coat flowing in the wind. He adjusted his orange glasses and gave a low, chilling laugh. "A god? You're just a noisy brat with a fancy ghost. Come on then, show me what you've got. I'm bored."
Dio's eyes flared. "ZA WARUDO!"
Time stopped. The falling rain froze in mid-air. Dio vanished from the balcony and reappeared directly in front of Alucard. He unleashed a flurry of punches with his Stand.
"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!"
The World's golden fists punched straight through Alucard's chest, head, and limbs, turning him into a red mist. Dio then pulled out a dozen knives and suspended them in the air around Alucard's remains.
"Time resumes," Dio whispered.
The Endless Army
The knives slammed into the red mist, and the sound of Alucard's body exploding filled the street. Dio laughed, but the laughter died in his throat. The blood on the pavement began to move. It swirled and gathered, forming a dark, shadowy mass.
Alucard stood there, perfectly whole, his red eyes glowing through the fog. "Is that it? I've been killed thousands of times. You're going to have to try a lot harder, little boy."
Alucard drew his massive silver pistols—the Casull and the Jackal. He opened fire. The heavy, explosive rounds tore through the air. Dio had to stop time again just to dodge them.
"Deadpool here! Look at the scoreboard, tum!" the merc shouted. "Dio has the speed, but Alucard has over three million souls inside him! Every time Dio kills him, he just loses one 'life.' Dio is trying to empty a swimming pool with a teaspoon!"
Level 0: The Bird of Hermes
Alucard grinned, his mouth filled with jagged fangs. "Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems to... Level Zero."
The shadows beneath Alucard exploded. Millions of ghosts, ghouls, and medieval soldiers poured out of his body, drowning the streets of London in a river of death. It was his entire army of consumed souls.
Dio panicked. He stopped time over and over, shouting "MUDA!" as he smashed through hundreds of ghouls, but they were endless. He tried to fly into the air, but Alucard—now a massive, shadowy demon with eyes all over his body—caught him.
"You are just a man who stole a body," Alucard's voice boomed. "I am the monster you've been having nightmares about."
Alucard's shadows wrapped around Dio, crushing the golden Stand and tearing into Dio's vampire flesh. Despite his regeneration, Dio couldn't escape the sheer weight of millions of souls. With one final, massive bite, Alucard's shadow-form swallowed Dio whole, consuming his soul and adding it to the collection.
"Match Six winner... ALUCARD!" Heimdall announced to the silent, blood-soaked city.
Up in the booth, Deadpool was shaking the fangs out of his mouth. "Talk about a bad breakup! Dio finally met someone scarier than his own ego. That's six legends moving on to the final stages!"
Deadpool wiped a spot of red ink off his notepad. "The bracket is heating up! Are you ready for Match 7: Iron Man vs. Raiden?"