Deadpool was currently sitting on the floor of the booth, frantically clapping his hands together and slamming them onto a pile of LEGOs, hoping they'd turn into a gold bar. All he got was a sore palm and a very blocky-looking duck.
"Stupid 'Equivalent Exchange' logic! Why can't I just have nice things, tum?!" Deadpool yelled, tossing a LEGO duck over his shoulder. "Anyway, we're moving from the 'Punch-Your-Lights-Out' category to the 'Magic-Science-Sun-Magic' category! It's the battle of the most polite man in England vs. the angriest short-stack in Amestris! It's Gentlemanly Spirit vs. Alchemical Genius!"
The arena for Match 11 was the Alchemist's Cathedral, a massive stone structure filled with intricate gear-works, bubbling vials, and sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows depicting the tree of life.
Heimdall was hovering near a giant pendulum. "Semi-Finals Match Eleven! The first of the Joestars, the wielder of the Ripple, Jonathan Joestar! Versus the Fullmetal Alchemist, the prodigy of state alchemy, Edward Elric!"
The Tall and the "Short" of It
Jonathan Joestar stepped forward, his massive frame nearly touching the low-hanging chandeliers. He bowed deeply. "Mr. Elric, it is an honor to face a man of such dedication. I promise to fight with all my heart!"
Edward Elric stood across from him, his red cloak flowing. He looked up... and up... and up. "Wow, you're huge. Are you like... a giant? Or am I just—"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICROSCOPIC BEAN WHO COULD BE STEPPED ON BY A GENTLEMAN?!" Ed screamed, though Jonathan hadn't said a word about his height.
Ed slammed his hands together. Blue sparks erupted. The stone floor beneath Jonathan suddenly turned into a pair of giant stone hands that tried to clap the Joestar flat. Jonathan leaped back with surprising grace, his lungs drawing in a deep, rhythmic breath.
Sunlight vs. Steel
"Deadpool here, tum! Look at the 'Ripple' go!" the merc shouted. "Jonathan is charging his Hamon! He doesn't need a circle; he just needs to breathe!"
Jonathan punched the stone hands. "Metal Silver Overdrive!" The Hamon energy traveled through the stone like an electric current, shattering the transmutation into dust.
Ed didn't miss a beat. He transmuted his automail arm into a wicked blade and charged. Jonathan met him head-on, his fists glowing with the heat of the sun. The blade clashed against Jonathan's Hamon-infused forearms, creating sparks that smelled like ozone.
Ed used his speed to flip over Jonathan, touching a pillar as he passed. The pillar morphed into a Gatling gun made of stone, firing a barrage of pebbles at high velocity. Jonathan grabbed a nearby metal shield from a wall of armor and channeled Luck & Pluck through it. He didn't just block; he used the shield as a conductor, sending a wave of Hamon through the floor that made the ground ripple like water.
The Final Exchange
Ed realized he couldn't win a test of pure strength. 'He's a tank,' Ed thought, sliding under a massive punch. 'I have to use the environment!'
Ed clapped his hands and touched the central mechanism of the Cathedral. The entire room began to shift and rotate. Gears ground together, creating a complex trap that pinned Jonathan's legs between shifting stone slabs.
Jonathan roared, his golden aura reaching a fever pitch. "SUNLIGHT YELLOW... OVERDRIVE!"
He unleashed a flurry of punches so fast they looked like a solid wall of golden light. He was literally punching the kinetic energy out of the shifting room. But Ed was already in the air. He had used the distraction to create a massive spear of reinforced steel, aimed directly at the ground in front of Jonathan.
The spear didn't hit Jonathan; it hit the foundation. Ed triggered a massive decompression, causing the floor beneath Jonathan to collapse into a deep, alchemically-sealed pit. As Jonathan fell, Ed clapped one last time, sealing the top with a massive, foot-thick slab of lead-lined iron.
Jonathan's Hamon couldn't travel through the vacuum Ed created between the layers. The noble giant was trapped.
"Match Eleven winner... EDWARD ELRIC!" Heimdall announced, as Ed sat on the iron slab, panting for breath.
Up in the booth, Deadpool was standing on his chair to look taller. "Size doesn't matter, tum! Unless you're talking about the size of the brain! Ed outsmarted the ultimate gentleman!"
Deadpool looked at the next match and his mask-eyes went pure white. "Oh... oh boy. tum, we might need to evacuate the planet for this one. It's the God of the Shinobi vs. the Hawk of Light."
"Are you ready for Match 12: Madara Uchiha vs. Griffith? This is going to be beautiful... and terrifying."