He's Bad to the Bone, but it's Hammer Time! Brawl in the Nexus!

[Skeletor]

Thor gritted his teeth as the magic washed over him. He couldn’t keep taking this much punishment for very long. Relief washed over him as his fingers closed around the familiar handle of Mjolnir. Now the Necromancer would pay! The magic stopped assaulting him, and Thor got out of his defensive crouch preparing to strike. However, before he could adjust to the sudden lack of pain, the smoking ram-head of the havoc staff came into view for a brief moment as the staff caught Thor under the chin and landed the Asgardian clean on his back. 
Thor struggled onto hands and knees, chest heaving with the effort. A few feet away, Skeletor looked to be in no better state. The Warlock was still standing, but he was leaning heavily on his Havoc staff, and his lack of a taunting was testament to his exhaustion.

“Freeze, Primes!” came the static-distorted shout from the distance. The two exhausted primes turned to look as the squadron of imperial troops approached rapidly, speeder bikes growling loudly as they zoomed closer.
Skeletor turned to face the new arrivals, straightening up into a more intimidating pose. “Who dares to command me!” he demanded. The dozen or so imperial soldiers arranged themselves in a half circle around the two drained primes.
“Drop the staff, Creep!” ordered the commanding officer, a stormtrooper with a blast-scorched helmet and a very powerful looking blaster-rifle. “Drop it or we drop you.”
Skeletor pointed the Havoc staff at the officer with a slightly tired cackle. “Nhe he he! I don’t think you understand the situation, Captain! I’m the one who gives orders here! You and your men will bow to me!”

“Right, prime, you just keep telling yourself that!” replied the officer, leveling his blaster rifle as he shouted the command. “you heard the man, he definitely attacked us first. Lethal force has been authorized, let’s take these primes down!”