Vilgax planet crash

Psychokinetic energy enveloped the Whiskey Shake. The ship and all its occupants jerked suddenly through space, propelled at violent speeds. It was an unexpected, unwanted, emergency tactical maneuver to obliterate Vilgax. They hit the floor, they hit the wall, their brains flew into their feet as the G-forces burst their eardrums. Even Vilgax was thrown. He had to be, because the floor was the ceiling and there was nothing to hold onto or orient himself with anymore. It was a split-second of complete havoc before a single all-obliterating explosion overtook them.

Simply, Tatsumaki took the starship and performed a massive gravitational slingshot around the planet to crash it into the nearest large object, which was the starship Thirteen Orphans.

First their hearing left them, in the burst of noise. Then their sight disappeared into murky blackness. Two teams of fifty warriors apiece, a universal conqueror, and a gaggle of crewmen and hangers-on were present on those ships. All were sent adrift, pulled in plummeting towards the surface of the planet they were orbiting in the first place. If they survived the landing, they'd wish they hadn't. Their destination was the deadliest sector in Vilgax's empire, the realization of Hell in the physical realm.

He called it Battleworld.

[...]

Vilgax's prone form lay in the street. Many of Battleworld's artificial biomes had been constructed theatrically, evoking habitats and cityscapes that would never coexist in nature. This one was an alien metropolis cluttered with glittering skyscrapers and abandoned aerocars. A fictional city like the temporary "war-towns" the Vilgaxian Armada constructed to test new weapons, kingdoms ruled by mannequins. Praetor Altria materialized next to him.

"Your orders, my Lord."

He grunted. "Where's my other guard?"

- Round 0 & Round 1