"Pepper, it's a charity event, be reasonable," Tony pleaded.

"Tony. Please, please don't tell me you spent more than six figures organizing and advertising this event." Her glare was frosty.

"I didn't spend more than six figures organizing and advertising this event."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"…you said not to tell you."

"Tony!"

"It's for kids! Kids with cancer, mind you. This is a good thing!" His justification was flawless. Truly, he was the icon of a benevolent billionaire.

"Do you really think that a bunch of children want to watch half-naked men throw each other around and show off dangerous wrestling moves?" Pepper set her hands on her hips, waiting for a response with a raised brow.

…

Stark turned to face the hoard of children seated at the front row, all sitting with their parents or other relatives. He raised his voice and pointed at the group in the most dramatic fashion he could.

"Do you kids want to watch people throw each other around and show off dangerous wrestling moves!?"

"YEAH!" Came the reply, from both the children and adults alike.

"See, Pepper? I know what I'm doing, kids love it!" He grinned.

"You love it. You just wanted an excuse to throw your name on some silly wrestling event."

"I did. And I also wanted to help kids. Win-win!" There was a pause. "Oh, and, uh, I also kind of wanted to do something else too. A little bit of a shock. You know how Space Dog hasn't been exactly public for the last little bit?"

"Mhm? Amaterasu has been keeping out of the spotlight for the last few months. I hardly see how that has anything to do with this testosterone pit."

"Oh, you'll see," Tony chuckled.

"Tony, please don't tell me you—"

"Fine, I won't tell you."

"Why the WWE?"

"They're the only ones crazy enough to say yes."

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"Gooooood eveniiinnng ladies and gentlemen! Humans, Meta-Humans, and any other sorts of sapient beings in attendance tonight! We have an exciting match for you tonight at this first-ever Stark Industries Wrestlemania Charity Event!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, signs waving around. Hand-held air horns went off intermittently through the crowd.

"That's right! A cross-collaboration event, from all sorts of species across the galaxy, hosted on Sakaar!"

She dug her paws into the sand beneath her, tensing her muscles and then relaxing them once more.

In the back of her mind, Amaterasu thought that maybe she had gone a little too far with this. Sure, she might have started binge-watching WWE events with Stark. Okay, and maybe she had enjoyed them a little too much, sue her.

Fine, and maybe she had borrowed the Time Stone from the Ancient One to travel back in time and prevent a heart attack or two. Or five. Or twenty. Look, Stark was griping about the "good old days" of the WWE and, surprisingly, Natasha had agreed with him. Ammy couldn't get a read on the Russian spy.

Alright, she also started challenging the Hulk and Thor to various wrestling events and physical demonstrations. And maybe they had started doing it in public parks. Regularly. For the kids that gathered around to watch. Definitely that.

Okay, it was entirely her fault things had reached this point. But she didn't set any of it up! All she did was deliver invitations, fight off some personal bodyguards, and sneak into private residencies.

…and maybe also harass some high-profile heroes and villains alike. Maybe she taunted them, and let them think that this was some kind of glorious gladiator match for wealth and power.

…maybe word had gotten around. She had only told The Guardians of the Galaxy! Oh, and the Ravagers, can't forget them. Also Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three. And maybe Captain Marvel. Oh, and the Ancient One. Then… they had all told whomever they knew that it was a free-for-all charity event. A galaxy-wide collaboration with peace assured between all parties.

Yeah, this was all her fault.

But it was for kids! For charity! Definitely worth every penny in having Stark, Banner, and Richards develop that nigh-impenetrable forcefield around the field using energy from the Tesseract. That damn blue spicey cube…

"You heard it right folks, this is no normal event. This… is a high-tech, balls-to-the-wall slugfest!"

Another roar of approval from the crowd. Ammy's tail gave a single excited flick.

"This event is a free-for-all. We sent out invitations all over the galaxy for the toughest, biggest, baddest fighters for you to witness brawl it out tonight!"

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The announcer was actually getting Ammy pumped up, and her tail wagged faster behind her. She reached up with a paw to adjust her costume and mess around with the outfit. She doubted it would survive the night. Pfft, she didn't care and expressed as much with a snort.

"In attendance are all sorts of competitors. We have humans! We have animals! We have sentient rock people! We have various beings of all levels of reality! This will be a one-on-one fight within the ring, and a ring-out is a loss. However, competitors can return to fight again after ten minutes have passed. The one that stays in the ring the longest wins! In the event the ring is destroyed, this will turn into an all-out brawl, and the last one standing wins!"

More cheers. More excitement.

"Kicking off this event tonight, out of retirement and recovered from a medical incident, we have none other than our own… Macho Man, Raaaannndddyyyy Savaaaaaaaaaage!"

The crowd erupted again, hoots and hollars, clanging and banging, various sounds of life from across the galaxy sounded out. That was her cue.

Ammy padded out into the arena, holding a letter in her jaws. The crowd immediately hushed, and whispers began to sound out. She made her way up to the announcer on the floating platform, courtesy of The Grandmaster (who was conveniently busy and off-world at the time. She definitely hadn't threatened him). A jump had her on the platform thirty feet in the air, startling the announcer.

"Oh, what's this?" He took the letter and opened it, and read out the letter, mumbling into the microphone. "Due to health issues… blah blah… grateful to her help… okay… declare that Amaterasu may use my visage in the charity event."

There was an even longer pause.

Screw it, time to show off. Ammy crouched down, and then leaped off the platform, sailing through the air. She did one, two, three backflips, and landed on all four paws, stanced up and ready to fight.

"Well, in that case. Let me introduce you to our opening fighter! Give it up for…. Macho Dog, Aaaammmmmmyyyyy Saaaaaavvvvaaaaaaaaaage!"

Cheers once more.

Now things were getting good. She threw her head back, and let out a thunderous howl. A challenge to all that took the call. She was ready.

"Aaaannd now, for our first competitor… Give it up for…"

Here it comes!

"The Mad Titan, Thanooooossss!"

Ammy reeled back, jaw dropped. Across from her, storming out of the wooden doors, was none other than the Titan himself, armour and all. Carrying a sword. With murder in his eyes.

Behind him, in the hallway he emerged from, were a number of beings pressed up against the wall, either unconscious or staggering to their feet, dazed and confused.

Thanos leapt into the ring, the reinforced solid steel floor buckling under the impact.

"Amaterasu, we meet again. Our rematch was… inevita—"

"Woof!" She interrupted.

Thanos narrowed his eyes.

The bell sounded.

They both charged.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

Turns out, beating the Mad Titan was comically easy. Now that she had regained her full power, a quick lightning bolt to the face, a gale of wind, a sweep to the legs, and a donkey-kick to the chest had the massive titan sailing over the edge of the ring and into the sandy pit.

"What an upset! I did not see that coming folks!" The announcer cried. "In just three seconds Ammy Savage has punted Thanos out of the ring!"

Cheers rose up around the stadium, and Ammy gave a playful little bow. She settled in for her next opponent, ready for more.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"What's the matter, can't keep up?" One Pietro Maximoff taunted. Quick Silver always was cocky.

He shot forward in a blur once more, aiming to hit the wolf again with a flurry of high-speed punches and kicks.

He didn't see the bamboo shoots growing in his path.

He tripped.

A single headbutt from the wolf sent his form careening over the ring.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"Amaterasu! I'm going to kill you for—" He never got to finish his sentence.

In an instant, a wave of ice swept over Aldrich Killian and froze his head. Encased in ice, the Extremis-enhanced human struggled to remove the block of ice from his melon, the heat from his augmentations attempting to melt the magic ice.

Instead of making progress, he just staggered around, wrenching on the block to no avail. He didn't see the ice-slick form under his bare feet. He also didn't see the wolf grabbing him by the ankle and hurling him out of the ring.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"This is unbelievable folks! Ammy remains undefeated after seventeen challengers! Who's next to take on this unstoppable force of nature!?" The announcer cried out. He'd been getting more and more hysterical as the match went on, and the various states of conscious bodies piled up.

A thunderous roar sounded out, and a massive green blur slammed into the ring, caving in the floor further.

"Puppy!" The Hulk cried out, a grin splitting his rather large face.

Ammy smirked and returned with a playful bark, lowering herself down into a pounce pose and wagging her tail.

The Hulk was tossed out of the ring, much to his joy, by a speeding wolf hitting him in the ribs with a hammer fit for a skyscraper.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"Lady Amaterasu! I've come to take to your challenge, in honour of these children, against this foe you call 'cancer'!" Thor was always just a puppy in Asgardian skin.

Two thunderous bolts of lightning flashed out, one from the sky, and one from the wolf.

Guess which is faster when said wolf is less than ten feet from your face?

Amaterasu was kind enough to return Thor's hammer after borrowing it for three seconds. She just needed to take away his flight first. She tossed the hammer out of the ring and to the God of Thunder. His attempt to stand up was thwarted by Mjolnir hitting him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the sand.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"Heya Space Dog, I'm—"

"Watch out watch out watch out!" The announcer cried.

Tony never saw the leap from the top ropes, nor the back legs coiled up. A firm dropkick to the chest sent the armored man hurtling back, doing a backflip over the ropes, and landing in the sand face first.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

"Amaterasu!" The tall, imposing, menacing form dropped into the ring. "I've returned once more to end you! Gods have no business existing, you're only a danger to humanity! Prepare to meet your Doom—"

CLANG!

"Oh by god! It's Ammy with a steel chair!" A pause. "Where did she get that?!"

The faceplate of one Victor Von Doom was imprinted into the steel chair. The man reeled back from the impact, only to slip over an ice-slick that just happened to appear under his feet. Definitely through no fault of his own. No, he didn't make mistakes. Mistakes just happened to him.

He slipped and dropped with all the grace of an elephant in a tutu. He hit the stage.

"Oh! Oh my god! She's going for it!" The announcer cried.

Victor only had a moment to look up, attempting to raise his hand to block off the incoming attack. Ammy sailed toward him from high in the sky, spinning rapidly, a bright glowing ball of light forming around her.

"Oh god! Look out! It's her signature move, the SOLAR FLARE!"

She hit with the force of her move's namesake.

~{O}~{O}~{O}~

The dust settled. Honestly, most of the Avengers had predicted this outcome. It still didn't soften the blow of Ammy dragging all the defeated opponents into a pile in the middle of the destroyed arena. Nor her climbing on top of them, usually by planting her paws on their faces as she made her way up.

Reaching the top, the wolf was scooped up into the arms of the Hulk, and raised to the sky. Cheers sounded out as she was held high.

The sun rose once again.