Iron Toliet Paper Man vs Bully Maguire: Dawn of Justice

Part 3: The Final Dance-Off

Tony wasn't about to give up. He activated the Ultra Roll function of his suit, sending out waves of titanium-reinforced toilet paper rolls. They shot toward Maguire, fast and precise, aiming to entangle him and lock him down.

Maguire smirked. "I don't get tangled up, baby." With a smooth backflip, he dodged the assault, and with a series of flawless moves, he sent the TP rolls flying back toward Tony.

Tony staggered back, but before he could react, Maguire executed his ultimate move—The Swagger Stomp.

Time seemed to slow down. Maguire's legs coiled like a spring, his pelvis angled with perfect swagger. With one massive pelvic thrust, he sent a shockwave so powerful it rippled through the ground, cracking the cobblestones beneath him. The impact sent Tony flying backward, his suit overloaded with swagger energy.

Tony crashed into a fountain, water splashing everywhere. His suit sparked and fizzled, toilet paper soaked and useless.

Tony groaned, trying to lift himself from the wreckage, but his suit was completely out of commission. "I... I can't believe it."

Maguire strutted over, hands in his pockets, the smirk still plastered on his face. "You thought tech could beat this?" He gestured to himself. "You thought wrong."

Tony glared up at him. "How... did you do it?"

Maguire leaned in, offering Tony a hand, which he arrogantly withdrew at the last second. "There's one thing you can never build in a lab, Tony."

Tony raised an eyebrow.

Maguire smirked. "Swagger."

And with that, Maguire turned on his heel, moonwalking into the sunset as the crowd erupted into cheers. Disco Gordon cranked the music, and Maguire threw one last pelvic thrust into the air as if to seal his victory.

Tony sat there, drenched, defeated, and utterly baffled. "Next time... next time, I'll be ready."

But deep down, he knew. When it came to swagger, no one could outdance Bully Maguire.

The End.