A select screen appeared with the various hosts and co-hosts of the Death Battle community. A chip was placed on the icon for Steel and the game began.
“Yeah, I started writing Death Battles.” Steel said, priming his chainsaw, “So what? I'm gonna try it! If I'm not up for it...guess I'll just be stuck co-hosting.”
In the arena, YoungSamurai looked ready to fight...until Steel walked in.
“Hi!” Steel greeted, waving. Young yelped and began cowering, “Aw, he cowers in fear, just like a puppy!”
“What's my story?” Steel asked, “Well, came from another dimension. There, the gladiatorial fad never really died down. There, it's our answer to baseball: everyone's favorite past-time.”
Mr. Agimat screamed as he ran from Steel.
“TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!” Steel shouted, chasing him while swinging a hook and chain over his head.
“Parents put me into one of their child programs...or so you'd think.” Steel said, mysteriously.
“Even I cannot comprehend his backstory.” Question commented, “One minute, he claims to be from another dimension, next he claims that he was raised by gorillas...one time, even claiming to be child of robot samurai zombies.”
“HERE, people are pushovers.” Steel scoffed, “They make battles where people brutally kill each other. But I pull out a chainsaw, then they start running in fear.”
Steel tackled Deadpool and began revving up his chainsaw with an insane cackle.
“Whenever I enter a room, everyone runs and screams.” Steel said, “My brother, my friends, and my faceless vigilante. Wonder WHY...”
“HE'S A LUNATIC!” Edge screamed as he ran through an apartment complex.
“SAY ANDREW GARFIELD'S THE BETTER SPIDER-MAN, I DARE YA!” Steel roared, swinging around a chainsaw.
“But hey, what're ya gonna do?” Steel asked, taking his chainsaw up and revving it up, “I've got a chainsaw, a meat hook, and NOW, I can use 'em on my fellow hosts!”
Steel swung a chained hook around his torso before he revved up his chainsaw and hefted it over his head with a wild laugh. He spun it around and began firing a gun barrel from the backside of it and opened-fire. He then began swinging his chainsaw around before using his hook to grab Deadpool by the leg and dragging him over before punching him in the face.
GET ON THE FLOOR AND DO THE BRUCE CAMPBELL!
Get on the mike, wax a chump like a candle!
Four MC's, we're more than you can handle!
D-d-d-d-do the Bruce Campbell
“EDGE, YOU HAVE TO DIE!” Steel screamed at the top of his lungs, waving his chainsaw around.
“ALL I DID WAS SAY I PREFER MARVEL!” Edge yelled as he ran as fast as he could.
“SHUT UP! DC HAS THE BETTER HERO ROSTER!” Steel shouted.
“DON'T THEY OVER-USE BATMAN?” Edge asked.
“YEAH, THEY DO!” Steel shouted.
“IT'S LIKE THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT THEY HAVE OTHER MEMORABLE CHARACTERS!” Edge called.
“I KNOW!” Steel agreed, still waving his chainsaw around, “I MEAN, BATMAN'S A GOOD CHARACTER, BUT HE'S REALLY OVER-EXPOSED!”
DEATH BATTLE HOST ROYALE!
"Well, just a day on the job." Steel said with a contented sigh. He walked off, singing Walking on Sunshine. He didn't even turn back to see the blood-stained battlefield, filled with guts and dismembered body parts of his competitors.
Deadpool's hand slowly dragged itself over to his severed head, which made a shushing noise.