Bottom of Duke's Deck: Red Ranger Capture! (Patreon)

Get ready to shuffle the deck of fate in the Star Beast Power Rangers universe! As Rocky faces the ultimate hand in his doomed attempt to rescue Adam and Kat from the clutches of Duke of Trump’s evil card game from the last two parts, will he play his cards right or fold under the weight of darkness?

Note that this is an alternate universe where the Zyu2 team wears the Dairanger suits, not the same MMPR ones!

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Find your game, Rangers!

Rocky raced around the empty ballroom while wearing his swimming jammer Halloween costume. The gloomy setting created shadows that were unpleasant to the eyes. As his body got closer to the unmoving body of Kat, who was lying on the cold floor, he felt a wave of fear course through his veins.

Kneeling beside her, Rocky gently shook her, his voice filled with urgency. "Kat, wake up! Are you okay? What happened?"

Kat stirred groggily, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled to focus. "Rocky? What... what happened?" she murmured.

But try as she might, Kat couldn't remember. The events leading up to her unconsciousness were shrouded in darkness, her mind a foggy haze of confusion and disorientation.

Concern etched on his face, Rocky helped Kat sit up, his mind racing with worry. Something wasn't right, and he knew they needed answers—and fast.

Fumbling for his communicator, Rocky reached out to the other Rangers, his fingers trembling with urgency. "Aisha, come in! It's Rocky. We have a situation here. Kat's in bad shape, and I can't reach Adam or Billy. Something's not right."

Aisha's voice crackled over the communicator, her tone filled with concern. "Rocky, I'm on my way. Just hold tight. We'll figure this out together."

As Rocky waited anxiously for Aisha to arrive, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. Something dark and sinister lurked in the shadows, something that threatened to consume them all if they didn't act quickly.

And as he looked down at Kat, her eyes still clouded with confusion, and he vowed to do whatever it took to protect his team from the horrors that lurked in the darkness. Little did he know, the true nightmare had only just begun.

"Aisha," Rocky's voice crackled over the communicator, his tone urgent. "Have you seen Billy or Adam? I can't reach them, and something feels off. We need to find them."

Aisha's response was immediate, her voice filled with worry. "No, Rocky. I haven't seen them since we split up earlier. But I'm on my way to the ballroom now. Hang tight, we'll figure this out together."

Rocky's heart sank at Aisha's words. If neither Billy nor Adam were responding, then something was definitely wrong. But there was no time to dwell on their absence. They needed to focus on finding answers and keeping each other safe.

With a determined nod, Rocky turned his attention back to Kat, who was still struggling to make sense of her surroundings. "Kat, we're going to figure this out," he reassured her, his voice firm. "But we need you to stay with us. Can you tell me anything else about what happened?"

Kat shook her head weakly, her brow furrowed in frustration. "I... I don't know, Rocky. It's all a blur. I just remember... Adam. He was supposed to meet me, but then everything went black."

Rocky's jaw tightened at the mention of Adam's name. Whatever had happened to Kat, he couldn't shake the feeling that their friend was somehow involved. But until they had more information, there was no way to be sure.

"We'll get to the bottom of this, Kat," Rocky promised, his voice filled with determination. "But for now, let's focus on getting you some help. Aisha's on her way, and we'll figure out our next move together."

As they waited for Aisha to arrive, Rocky couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung in the air. Whatever had happened in the ballroom was only the beginning of a much darker and more dangerous mystery—one that threatened to tear their team apart from the inside out.

The dingy ballroom seemed to close in on them as Kat suddenly convulsed in agony, her body jolting with violent spasms. Rocky's panic surged as he watched her writhe in pain, her cries echoing off the walls in a haunting hurricane of evil.

"Kat! What's happening?" Rocky's voice was frantic as he knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he tried to soothe her. But there was no comfort to be found in the midst of her torment.

Through gritted teeth, Kat managed to gasp out a response, her voice strained with agony. "It's... it's my morpher! It's... it's giving me... unbearable pain! Like... like jolts of energy... piercing through me!"

Rocky's heart sank as he heard her words. Something was terribly wrong with her morpher, and he had no idea how to fix it. But before he could even begin to formulate a plan, Kat's next words sent a chill down his spine.

"I... I saw it," she gasped, her eyes wild with pain. "There's... there's a spade symbol... latched onto it. It's... it's corrupting my power!"

Rocky's eyes widened in shock as he checked Kat's Pink Ranger Morpher, his worst fears confirmed as he saw the sinister spade symbol etched onto its surface. The implications were clear—somehow, the Duke of Trump had infiltrated their very source of power, corrupting it with his evil influence.

"Hang on, Kat," Rocky urged, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I'll... I'll figure something out. I'll contact the others, and we'll find a way to fix this."

But before he could even reach for his communicator, Kat grabbed his arm with surprising strength, her eyes burning with determination. "No, Rocky," she insisted, her voice fierce despite the agony coursing through her. "There's... there's only one way to stop this. You... you have to share your morpher energy with mine. It's... it's the only way to create a shockwave blast strong enough to destroy the spade symbol."

Rocky's mind reeled at the suggestion, the enormity of what she was asking sinking in. But as he looked into Kat's eyes, he saw the fierce resolve burning within her, and he knew that they had no other choice.

Taking a deep breath, Rocky nodded solemnly, his hand reaching for his Red Ranger Morpher. "Okay, Kat," he said, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "We'll do this together. On my mark!"

It was not time for countdowns. Rocky joined his morpher with Kat's as soon as she started screaming hysterically, transferring his potent Morphing Grid energy to help her get through the pain the evil spade symbol that had corrupted the Pink Ranger's transformation device had caused. It seemed to work, as Kat regained strength, and her writhing became less and less severe.

“Okay, okay, we got it…” said Rocky with relief.

The painful jolts soon ended, leaving Kat lying limp on the floor. Rocky was relieved as he watched her, thinking the worst was over. But as he reached out to check her morpher, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

To his horror, the spade symbol was still there, the evil tendrils of the Duke of Trump' corruption refusing to let go. Rocky's hands trembled as he inspected the morpher, his mind reeling with disbelief.

"No... no, this can't be happening," Rocky muttered, his voice barely audible over his heart pounding. "We... we destroyed the symbol. It should be gone."

But there it was, mocking him with its diabolical presence, a sinister display of the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

With trembling hands, Rocky reached for his own Red Ranger morpher, his heart pounding in his chest. As he flipped it open, his worst fears were confirmed—the spade symbol was there too, etched onto the surface like a scar upon his soul.

Rocky felt dread as he staggered backward, and a realization dawned on him. They had fallen into a trap, a clever ruse orchestrated by the Duke of Trump to corrupt their powers from within.

His mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of their crisis. How had they been so blind, so foolish to fall for such a deception?

Rocky's hands clenched into fists as he stood up, taking shaky steps back from Kat and her morpher. The weight of their situation bore down upon him like a leaden weight, crushing him beneath its relentless pressure.

"We've been played," Rocky whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. "Whoever made this trickery... he knew we'd try to fight back. He's... he's corrupted us from the inside out."

The realization hit him like a physical blow, driving the air from his lungs as he struggled to come to terms with the grim reality of their situation. They were alone, trapped in a web of darkness with no hope of escape.

And as Rocky looked around the empty ballroom, the shadows seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their evil embrace. For the first time in his life, he felt truly helpless, a pawn in a game he never asked to play.

But despite the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume him, Rocky knew that he couldn't give up—not yet.

As Rocky recoiled in shock and horror, Kat's giggles filled the empty ballroom, growing louder and more manic with each passing moment. Her laughter echoed off the walls, displaying the darkness that had taken hold of her.

"No... Not you!" Rocky stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Kat, this isn't you. You're not like this."

But Kat's laughter only intensified, her eyes alight with madness as she mocked him mercilessly. "Oh, but I am, Rocky," she taunted, her voice alluring. "You see, I've always been the smart one—the one who saw through the Duke of Trump's deception from the very beginning."

Rocky's heart sank as her words washed over him, a wave of realization crashing down upon him. He had been blind to the signs, too consumed by his desire to help his friends to see the truth staring him in the face.

"You... you set us up," Rocky whispered, his voice barely audible over Kat's laughter. "You were working with the Duke all along."

Kat's laughter turned into maniacal cackles as she slowly rose to her feet. Her catgirl latex costume warped and contorted into a twisted hybrid of the Dancer of Spade and her Pink Ranger uniform. The transformation was horrifying to behold, a grotesque fusion of innocence and corruption.

"I always knew you were a moron, Rocky," Kat sneered, her voice laced with venom. "But now, you're nothing than another Ranger card in Duke’s deck—a waste of a hero, just like me."

Rocky's breath caught in his throat as he watched in horror as Kat's transformation completed, her corrupted power on full display. Gone was the courageous Pink Ranger he once knew, replaced by a twisted reflection of her former self—a mad puppet dancing to the Duke's sinister tune.

"No..." Rocky whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "This can't be happening."

But it was happening right before his eyes. As the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger laughed maniacally, her eyes ablaze with madness, Rocky knew that they were facing a threat unlike any they had ever encountered.

As panic surged through him, Rocky's gaze fell upon his corrupted Red Ranger morpher, the spade symbol mocking him with its evil glow. He knew that there was no other option—the fate of his friends and the world depended on him taking a stand against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

With a deep breath, Rocky clenched his fist around the morpher, pushing aside the doubts and fears that threatened to overwhelm him. He focused on the power coursing through his veins, the strength of his resolve burning bright within him.

"Red Dragon Power!"

The ancient words of the Star Beast Rangers roll call echoed through the empty ballroom, filling the air with an electrifying energy. With a swift motion, Rocky flipped open the morpher, his hand moving in a graceful arc as he initiated the transformation sequence.

His ordinary clothing vanished in a flash of light, and the Star Beast Red Ranger suit and helmet materialized around his head with a loud click. His heart surged with power as he felt the familiar weight of the helmet, the emblem of his heroism.

With a flourish, Rocky struck a dramatic pose, his body radiating with the aura of a mighty warrior. The transformation was complete; he stood tall and proud, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Red Dragon Thunderbolt!" he declared, summoning forth the power of his Star Beast Power Ranger abilities.

The air crackled with electricity as bolts of energy surged from his fingertips, swirling around him in a dazzling display of power. With a determined expression, Rocky turned his attention to the corrupted Kat, his eyes blazing with determination.

"Kat, this ends now!" he declared, his voice ringing with authority. "I won't let you harm anyone else. Not on my watch!"

However, the depraved Kat did little more than scowl, her icy eyes betraying her intent to strike. She sprang forward, laughing sinisterly as her tainted strength crackled like an evil aura.

As Rocky prepared for the impending showdown, his heart raced. The fight would be difficult, but he was willing to risk all to save his allies and the planet they were fighting for.

***

He sprang forward, his fists clenched with the Red Dragon Thunderbolt's destructive force, and let forth a rebellious howl. Light and evil swirled together in a storm as they fought their epic fight, resonating through the deserted ballroom.

In the face of insurmountable odds, Star Beast Red Ranger battled valiantly, his motions controlled and accurate as he rained down punches and kicks. As he pushed back the darkness that loomed over them all with each attack, he inch closer to triumph.

Teammate Kat, who had become corrupted by the evil power of the latex Pink Ranger card outfit, squared up against Rocky, the heroic Red Ranger. Rocky felt compelled to fight, despite his sad heart, in order to save the people he cared about from the evil that had overtaken her.

With a resolute growl, Rocky dove headfirst into the battle, showcasing his incredible martial skills as he fought with the villain Pink Ranger. The room was deafening with the sound of their strikes, which caused the tiled floor to tremble under their weight.

Kat battled fiercely, her every motion driven by the twisted energy that surged through her. Swift and persistent, she attacked Rocky with each punch designed to breach his barriers and land a deadly blow.

Rocky, nevertheless, showed no signs of weakness as he faced the assault from the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger with dogged persistence. He moved with the deftness of a ballet dancer, dodging and weaving through her blows while landing counterattacks that caught her off guard.

Their intense martial arts moves erupted in flashes of light and shadow, filling the space with a palpable sense of intensity as they collided. For Rocky, the knowledge that he was battling an opponent he had once considered a friend made every strike hurt.

"Kat, snap out of it!" Rocky pleaded, his voice filled with anguish. "This isn't you! You're stronger than this!"

But Kat only laughed maniacally, her eyes gleaming with madness as she pressed forward with renewed vigor. "It's too late for me, Rocky," she taunted, tempting. "I've embraced the darkness, and there's no turning back."

The realization struck the Star Beast Red Ranger like a physical blow, his heart breaking at seeing his friend lost to the darkness. But he refused to give up hope, knowing that deep down, Kat was still in there somewhere, fighting to break free.

Rocky redoubled his efforts with a primal roar, pouring all of his strength and determination into each strike. Their battle raged on, the intensity escalating with each passing moment as they traded blow after blow in a relentless dance of combat.

The tiled floor beneath them cracked and splintered under the force of their attacks, the room trembling with the sheer power of their clash. But still, neither warrior showed any signs of slowing down, their determination fueling their every move.

The battle raged on with ferocious intensity, but as Rocky clashed with the corrupted Kat, he found his mind increasingly drawn to the intricate details of her twisted latex costume. Each shiny surface, each glossy curve seemed to captivate his attention, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through him despite his best efforts to remain focused.

The Red Dragon Ranger's gaze wandered as they exchanged blows, lingering on the glossy arms of Kat's costume as they moved with deadly precision. The way the light danced across the latex surface, highlighting every curve and contour, was mesmerizing, and Rocky couldn't help but feel a surge of desire stir within him.

But even as his mind wandered, he forced himself to refocus, pushing aside the distracting thoughts and focusing on the task at hand. With each jab and kick, he fought to regain control of his senses, but the allure of the evil Pink Ranger's costume proved to be a formidable distraction.

The battle took on a new intensity as Rocky found himself drawn to other parts of Kat's costume—the smooth, sleek thighs that seemed to shimmer with every movement, the perfectly sculpted abs that glistened with an irresistible sheen. Each detail, each curve seemed to taunt him, teasing him with promises of pleasure and desire.

"Focus, Rocky!" he chided himself, his voice muffled by the confines of his helmet. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the tantalizing hold that Kat's costume had over him, each glance only serving to deepen his arousal and cloud his judgment.

"Enjoying the show, Red Ranger?" she taunted, with a voice full of malicious amusement. "I must say, I never knew you had such... specific tastes."

Rocky's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized that Kat had caught him staring at her latex-clad form. "N-no, it's not like that!" he protested, his voice tinged with panic as he struggled to explain himself. "I-I'm just... I mean, your costume, it's..."

But Kat only laughed, her laughter echoing through the empty ballroom like a taunting echo. "Oh, spare me the excuses, Rocky," she teased, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "We both know the truth—you can't resist the allure of my costume, no matter how hard you try."

Rocky gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not with Kat's corrupted power threatening to overwhelm him. But try as he might, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from her twisted latex costume.

With a growl of frustration, the Red Dragon Ranger redoubled his efforts, pushing himself to the limits of his strength and endurance. But even as he fought, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was losing against Kat and the allure of her corrupted costume.

The battle reached a fever pitch as they clashed with renewed fury, the tiled floor beneath them shaking with the force of their blows. But despite his best efforts, Rocky struggled to keep up, his mind clouded by desire and distraction.

Rocky's exhausted mind raced with conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to succumb to the allure of Kat's costume, to give in to the forbidden temptation that threatened to consume him. However, another part of him understood that he had to fight against the darkness that had gripped his friend and that he couldn't allow himself to fall into it.

As the battle reached its climax, Rocky found himself increasingly overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger's attacks. His mind now clouded with distraction and desire, left him vulnerable and exposed to her merciless assault.

With each swipe of her feline-inspired claws, the evil Pink Ranger tore through Red Ranger's defenses with frightening ease, leaving behind a trail of bruises, wounds, and cuts that painted a grim portrait of his suffering. The pain, sharp and agonizing, tore through his body like a wildfire, eliciting screams and yelps of agony that echoed through the empty ballroom.

But amidst the chaos and turmoil of battle, another sensation began to stir within Rocky—a sensation that he struggled to comprehend, let alone control. It started as a subtle tingling at the back of his mind, a whisper of desire that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

"I-I don't know what's happening," Rocky gasped between breaths, his voice strained with confusion and panic as he tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions raging within him.

"Relax, Rocky," Kat purred, chock-full of honeyed nastiness as she closed in for another attack. "Embrace the darkness within you. It's where you truly belong."

But Rocky shook his head, his resolve wavering as he fought to resist the seductive pull of Kat's words. "N-no," he protested weakly, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. "I won't let you... I can't..."

But Kat only laughed, her laughter mingling with the sounds of Rocky's moans and cries of pain. "You can't fight it, Rocky," she taunted, her claws poised to strike. "You're just like the rest of them—weak and pathetic."

The chasm between Red Ranger's thoughts, which were devoured by a tornado of contradictory emotions, seemed to widen with every passing second, and he felt himself sinking deeper into the pit of despair. He was engulfed in a blur of agony and pleasure, rendered helpless while the struggle waged on all around him.

The overpowering feelings hitting Rocky's senses clashed with his muddled thoughts. In spite of the mayhem of battle, his thoughts remained captivated by the intricacies of Kat's twisted latex attire. The exquisite yet lethal pattern that graced her changed figure never failed to amaze him.

"Your costume... it's... mesmerizing," Rocky gasped between breaths, his words tumbling out in a disjointed stream as he struggled to maintain his focus.

Kat's lips curled into a sinister smile at Rocky's admiring words, her eyes gleaming with triumph at the Red Ranger's submission. "Isn't it?" she purred, with a voice full of satisfaction. "It's amazing what a little corruption can do."

When Rocky learned that Kat was telling the truth, his heart fell. He was now dealing with someone who had been corrupted by the Duke of Trump, rather than his friend and partner.

Rocky was captivated by Kat's outfit even as he struggled to process the truth. As time went on, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the glistening surfaces and smooth curves that decorated her changed figure; a mix of astonishment and apprehension weakened his resolve.

"I-I can't... fight it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. "Your costume... it's too... captivating."

Kat's laughter echoed through the empty ballroom, a cruel blizzard of triumph as she reveled in Rocky's admission of defeat. "That's right, Red Ranger," she taunted, her voice laced with malice. "Embrace the darkness within you. It's where you truly belong."

As the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger launched another vicious attack, Red Ranger's resolve finally crumbled, his defenses shattered under the weight of his arousal. With a triumphant laugh, Kat delivered a devastating blow that sent him crashing to the ground, his cries of pain mingling with the sounds of his own pleasure as he surrendered to the darkness that threatened to consume him.

"Oh, Kat," Rocky moaned, his voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and despair. "Your costume... it's... it's driving me insane."

As Rocky's moans of arousal filled the air, the evil Pink Ranger's laughter grew louder, chock-full of superiority and dominance. "That's it, Red Ranger," she taunted, her words laced with smug satisfaction. "You're finally starting to see things my way. Soon, you'll be begging to worship me, to grovel at my feet like the pathetic little hero you are."

Red Ranger’s words hung heavy in the air, the admission of his desire ringing out like a damning confession. But even as he spoke, Rocky felt a sense of devastating liberation wash over him, a release from the constraints of his own inhibitions that left him trembling with anticipation.

Kat's laughter cut through the darkness like a knife, a cruel tsunami of mockery that echoed through the empty ballroom. "I knew you couldn't resist," she taunted, as succubus. "You're just like all the others—weak and pathetic."

But Rocky paid her words no mind, his thoughts consumed by the alluring details of her corrupted costume. With each passing moment, his gaze lingered on the glossy curves and shimmering surfaces that adorned her transformed form, his admiration tinged with a sense of desperation that gnawed at his resolve.

"I can't help it," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to understand the conflicting emotions within him. "Your costume... it's... it's making me hot."

Kat's laughter grew louder at his admission, her amusement fueling her sadistic delight. "That's right, Red Ranger," she sneered, her voice laced with evil. "Succumb to the darkness. Let yourself be played!"

***

Kat's whispered words slithered into Rocky's consciousness like a serpent's hiss as he stood in the chaos of the ballroom battle, his mind clouded with uncertainty and insecurity. "Use your power, Red Ranger," she murmured as female servant of evil. "Show me what you're capable of. Show me the strength that lies within you."

The seductive whispers of the evil Pink Ranger and the gnawing sense of inadequacy that plagued him fueled Red Ranger's temptation to unleash his Ranger power. Could he truly harness the power of his corrupted morpher to defeat his elegant yet powerful foe? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, uncertainty clawing at his resolve.

Kat's voice echoed in his mind, her words twisting and contorting into a perverse plea for dominance. "I want to feel your power, Red Ranger," she cooed, her tone laced with anticipation. "I want to be defeated by you, to feel the thrill of your strength coursing through me. Don't deny me this pleasure."

Rocky's heart pounded as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. "I... I don't know if I can," he stammered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm not sure if I can control it."

The conflicting emotions raged within Rocky, his thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and desire. Could he trust himself to wield such power without succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume him? The weight of responsibility pressed down on him like a crushing weight, threatening to suffocate him with its enormity.

And yet, deep down, he knew that he had no other choice. With a trembling hand, he reached for his corrupted morpher, his fingers hesitating over its twisted surface. "I have to try," he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "For the team. For myself."

With resolve hardening in his heart, Rocky closed his eyes and called upon the power of his Ranger heritage. "Dragon Spirit, grant me strength!" he cried out, his voice echoing through the darkness.

The summoning call of the Power Bomber technique echoed in his mind, amonument of the formidable weapon at his disposal. With a deep breath, Rocky steeled himself, his body tensing in preparation for the onslaught to come.

As he mimicked the fighting poses of his dragon mythological creature, Rocky felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, the power of his Ranger heritage pulsating with each movement. It was a sensation unlike any other, a primal rush that threatened to overwhelm him with its intensity.

But even as he prepared to unleash his newfound power, doubt still lingered in the recesses of his mind. Could he truly overcome the darkness that threatened to consume him, or would he be forever lost to its insidious grasp?

With a final, desperate cry, Rocky unleashed the Power Bomber technique, the raw energy of his Ranger power erupting from his hands in a dazzling display of light and sound. For a fleeting moment, he felt unstoppable, invincible, as if he could overcome any obstacle that stood in his way.

But as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the silence, Red Ranger couldn't shake the unease lingering in the air. Had he truly triumphed over the darkness that threatened to consume him, or had he merely opened the door to an even greater threat?

As the Star Beast Ranger team captain summoned the Power Bomber technique, a radiant ball of collected Qi energy formed in his hands, pulsating with untold power. With a determined cry, he unleashed the fiery projectile toward Kat, the force of his attack aimed to conquer the corrupted menace before him.

But Kat only laughed, a manic sound that echoed through the empty ballroom. "Is that all you've got, Red Ranger?" she taunted, tempting. "I expected more from someone as legendary as you."

As the energy ball hurtled toward her, she extended her arms, the black tendrils of her Dancer of Spade latex costume unfurling to meet it. With a twisted grin, she absorbed the fiery energy, the flames dancing across her form before being drawn into the fabric of her costume.

The Power Bomber attack had backfired spectacularly, the very essence of Rocky's Ranger power now fueling the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger's dark transformation. The once elegant costume now pulsed with an ominous glow, the corrupted energy infusing it with newfound strength and hostility.

Rocky watched in horror as the corrupted Star Beast Pink Phoenix Ranger's form shifted and contorted, her laughter growing louder with each passing moment. He staggered back, his mind reeling from realizing he had fallen into yet another trap. "No... this can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "I won't let you win, Kat!"

His Ranger powers were depleted, and his strength was waning. Rocky struggled to remain standing. With each breath, he felt the weight of his failure pressing down on him, threatening to crush him beneath its relentless weight. He fell to one knee, his body trembling with exhaustion and despair.

But the worst was yet to come. As he tried to resist the encroaching evil, he felt a strange sensation spreading across his Ranger form. The black goop oozed over his boots, seeping into the fabric of his suit like a creeping infection. It crawled up his legs, wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud.

"Get away from me!" he shouted, his voice filled with desperation. "I won't let you corrupt me like you did, Kat!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as the black goop continued its relentless advance, creeping upward with chilling determination. The Star Beast Red Dragon Ranger screamed in desperation, his voice filled with fear and anguish. "Somebody help me!" he cried out, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, I can't do this alone!"

However, the deserted ballroom held neither a solution nor a way out. With his will shattered and his optimism dashed, he gave in to the shadows. He crouched among the wreckage of his once-mighty Ranger form, helpless and alone as he watched his own collapse.

He spun around to see the Duke of Trump standing behind him, his figureloom dominating the black ooze. As he recognized the origin of the evil stuff engulfing him, a chill ran down his spine.

"No... it can't be," Rocky whispered, his voice barely audible over his racing heartbeat.

The Duke of Trump chuckled, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down Rocky's spine. "Oh, but it is, Red Ranger," he said, his voice utterly demoniac. "You see, I have plans for you. You will become my personal card, a part of me."

“No, no way!”

The Duke of Trump towered over him, a sinister presence cloaked in darkness. His empty card-shaped torso seemed to pulse with diabolical energy, the black goop oozing from within like a foul miasma.

"You... you're behind all of this," Rocky stammered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.

Rocky recoiled in horror, his mind racing with fear and denial. "I won't let you!" he cried, struggling against the relentless pull of the goop. But his efforts were futile, the dark substance dragging him closer to his doom.

A primal howl of agony from the Star Beast Red Dragon Ranger as the malevolent ooze engulfed his limbs. His body was becoming weaker and weaker by the second, and he could feel his power ebbing away. The more he recognized how bad his problem was, the more desperate thoughts clawed at his head.

The Duke of Trump chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You are a delicious prize, Red Ranger," he said, his voice dripping with hunger. "I have no regret saving the best for first!"

***

Rocky's heart sank as he realized the full extent of his fate. He was to be assimilated into the Duke of Trump' monstrous form, his very essence consumed by darkness. Fear and despair washed over him, threatening to overwhelm his senses.

In a last desperate act of defiance, Rocky reached out, grasping at anything within reach. But his efforts were in vain, the Duke of Trump' power too great to be overcome.

As Rocky's agonized cry echoed through the ballroom, he felt himself being pulled deeper into the Duke of Trump' twisted body. The oppressive pressure bore down on him, crushing him with an intensity that seemed unbearable. He screamed in agony, his voice drowned out by the Duke's triumphant laughter.

"Looks like the deck is stacked against you, Red Ranger. Time to fold," the Duke sneered.

Rocky's voice was strained with pain as he struggled against the relentless pressure. "I won't let you defeat us. The Power Rangers will never surrender to the likes of you!"

The Duke's laughter grew louder, mocking Rocky's defiance. "You're powerless to stop me. Your strength belongs to me now."

Inside the Duke's latex cocoon, the Star Beast Red Dragon Ranger's body contorted and twisted, the relentless pressure threatening to crush him into oblivion. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest as he felt himself being slowly assimilated into the Duke's monstrous form. "I won't give up!"

Meanwhile, the corrupted Black and Pink Rangers watched with cruel satisfaction, their faces twisted into wicked grins.

"You're drawing dead, Rocky. Might as well throw in your hand," the evil Black Lion Ranger taunted.

Kat chimed in with a sinister smile. "You thought you held all the aces, but now you're just another joker in the pack."

Despite the overwhelming despair, Rocky refused to give up. "The Power Rangers are forever!"

As time went on, Rocky's spandex-clad figure grew more deformed and bulging, serving as a shameful symbol of his loss. As the Duke drank from his strength and life, he writhed in agony, his cries reverberating off the jail walls.

Adam and Kat stood close by, their jests mixing with Rocky's cries for help as the mayhem unfolded around them. They delighted in seeing their old teammate fall from grace, and they tormented him viciously as the Duke of Trump's influence increased.

Even in the shadows of his imprisonment, the Star Beast Red Dragon Ranger faltered in his will. Despite his valiant efforts, he now confronted an incomprehensible adversary. As the sound of the Duke's laughing resounded through the room, Rocky's cries of anguish gradually subsided, as if crushed by the harsh turn of events.

Even though the Red Ranger's body was twisted with pain from his battles, he still showed apparent signs of corruption. As he succumbed to Duke's dominating influence, his once noble intellect began to devolve into a cacophony of playing card puns.

"I won't fold to you, Duke! You may think you hold all the cards, but I'm not ready to cash in my chips just yet!" Rocky's voice strained with effort, his words punctuated by grunts of pain.

“I'll find a way to beat you, Duke, even if I have to shuffle my way out of this mess!" His voice cracked with determination, even as the pressure continued to crush him.

Rocky's resistance was utterly destroyed, his pun-laden defiance giving way to desperate pleas for mercy. "Please, Duke, have a heart! Don't do this to me!" he begged, his voice filled with desperation.

The Duke's laughter only grew louder, mocking Rocky's pleas for mercy. "You should have known better than to try and play the hero, Red Ranger. Now, you're ready to be dealt with as I see fit," the Duke sneered, his voice laced with contempt.

Rocky realized his heroic days were over when evil overtook him. His hope was dashed and his soul crushed as he cried out in despair and gave in to what was to come. Consumed by the Duke of Trump's ravenous desire for power, he disappeared into the night, alone and helpless.

A powerful surge surged through the twisted body of the villain as Rocky's Star Beast Red Dragon Ranger form was completely integrated into the Duke of Trump. With the passage of time, the Duke's previously frail physique became stronger, and his stature became more towering and intimidating. He gained fresh power from the Red Ranger's essence, and his perverted body pulsated with evil force.

A sinister grin spread across the Duke's face as he savored his newfound power. "Ah, I can feel it! The Red Ranger's game score flows through me, fueling my every move," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with Rocky's essence, a cruel mockery of the hero he had once been.

Adam and Kat looked on with awe and admiration, their eyes shining with reverence for their new master. "You've become even more stacked than before, Duke. With the Red Ranger's powers at your command, no one can stand in your big player way," the corrupted Black Lion Ranger declared, his voice filled with reverence.

Kat nodded in agreement, her admiration for the Duke evident in her every movement. "It's like you've become the king of the deck, Duke. With the Red Ranger's powers under your control, you're unstoppable," she added, her voice brimming with excitement.

The Duke chuckled darkly, relishing in the praise of his loyal subjects. "Indeed, my dear minions. With the Red Ranger's powers at my disposal, I am truly invincible. No one can challenge my reign," he boasted, his voice echoing through the chamber with authority.

A feeling of hopelessness overcame Rocky as his awareness remained inside the Duke's body. He came to the realization that he was doomed to be an instrument of evil for all time. He felt a deep feeling of resignation, and the optimism that had previously been burning brightly inside him went out.

Rocky felt hopelessness as he saw his friends betrayed him and serve the Duke of Trump, and his own abilities sapped, allowing him to be encumbered by the exact evil he had sworn to vanquish. His own failure had sealed his destiny, ending his days as a hero. Evil was smothering Star Beast Red Ranger, and all he could do was mourn the unfortunate chain of circumstances that had brought him to this point of complete breakdown.