This is verging on being a fascinating experiment.  Everyone who is writing in is well versed and has reasonable arguments.  Some psych journal would have a field day with us, lol.

I love it when the adults in the room don't pay attention to the monkeys' saying "don't do it." 
Thank you everyone, I'll be here all week!

^^
Coming from the guy who has 20,000 more than me? 
Thank you, I hope I did you proud.

Oh, this isn't about making me or anyone else proud. These versus matches are bigger than you or I. 

This is funny- I didn't notice a huge change in my TTs, so I looked it up; Undy gave me 10, not 10,000. 

No, Dawg, do not go giving me the rest, the honor was in the recognition, not the TTs.

Not sure how I screwed that up? A promise is a promise though. 9,990 TT's will be sent to your acct.

No, Dawg, do not go giving me the rest, the honor was in the recognition, not the TTs.

Leatherface:
Total votes -- 1 (2, minus mine so I could see the results)
Justified votes -- 1 x 5 pts each = 5 pts
Total: 5 pts

Michael Myers:
Total votes -- 6
Justified votes -- 5 x 5 pts each = 25
Non-justified votes -- 1 x 1 pt each = 1 pt
Total: 26 pts

Winner:  MICHAEL MYERS

As has been advertised many times over the last few days, Underdog has volunteered to donate a monstrous 10,000 Toe Tags to the poster with the best fight breakdown.  I think it's safe to say that our good pal Azathoth has nailed it down.  Congratulations, Azzie, and don't spend all those toe tags in one place.

Thanks to all those who participated, and keep an eye out for ROUND 14, which will be up shortly.

And now for my take on the fight:

Firstly, both characters are from films in my permanent Top 10 Horror Flicks list.  I found them both terrifying for different reasons; Myers as a force of nature given human form, and uncompromising, remorseless and, worst of all, patient psychopath as unmovable as a brick wall.  That blank white face is like a movie screen upon which you can project your own private fears.

Leatherface, meanwhile, is an aggressive, unpredictable, flailing maniac with an ever-rumbling, flesh-ripping three-foot-long monster of a chainsaw.  His patchwork face is a reminder that the lives he's taken are many, and that he carries pieces of them with him (and not just in his stomach ).  It really is a case of Leatherface's irresistable force meeting Michael Myers' immovable object.

However...

The Shape is not known for his dexterity, or even his defense.  He stands there and takes whatever you dish out to him, be it six rounds from Dr. Loomis' hand gun, to automatic machine gun fire, to a pick-up truck barrelling into him at fifty miles an hour.  But he's never been attacked with something that can gut and eviscerate.  He can survive those gunshots and getting hit by trucks, but can he survive being ripped in half by a chainsaw?

I don't think he can.  Leatherface, as a killer, is Michael Myers' polar opposite.  He tears into his victims full bore, roaring and swinging his chainsaw and woe be unto anyone or anything in his path.  He wouldn't worry about sizing up his opponent, or trading blows with them, like Myers sometimes does; he'd charge straight in chainsaw-first and get to gut-spilling work.  I see this fight ending with Michael Myers hanging by his feet from a hook sunk into his ankle and trussed up like a deer while Leatherface ponders what spices to add to his Michael Myers chili.

My take: Leatherface wins.

Creative, Az.

Mike Myers, in his eternal search to calm the evil that beats within his heart, wanders the back roads of America.  He occasionally comes across a town, or a person, that for some reason draws him in.  He feels the need to remove these thorns in his side; he doesn't know why, and it probably doesn't even register while he does what he does so well.  Walking down a road in Texas, he sees a sign saying "Last Stop for 100 miles."  Some part of his brain realizes that this is a long distance, and a detour would be a good idea.

Leatherface is quietly sharpening each bit on his favorite chainsaw.  The meat should be cut clean, because he really hates to mop up messes.   He checks the gas level, makes sure the oil is added.  He can feel that soon, very soon, a new trophy will be added to his proverbial wall of victims.  Yes, it has been too long since he has smelled the sweet tang of ripped flesh and coppery blood.  He becomes agitated, wanting fresh blood, not knowing that soon he will have the chance.

As Myers walks down the desolate road, he passes a desolate gas station.  Decaying cars from years and decades past sit haphazardly around the building.  Obviously it has not been in use for years; the door is not even locked.  Feeling the one bit of need human-like need, he grabs a drink from the sink, that for some reason is still working.  The reason why never crosses his mind.

The family is out, hunting or doing whatever they do when they are not home.  Leatherface does not care.  It has been too long.  He has a need, an urge, to carve into meat.  Animal is OK, but he wants to carve human flesh.  He hopes that the family brings home new meat.  With this thought, he calms and begins to sharpen each individual tooth on his blade.

Walking further down the road, Michael see a house, or maybe a farm.  Everything is falling apart, but maybe there is something here for him.  He's not sure what he needs; but he NEEDS.  Walking up to the house, all the boards and handrails squeak and groan.

Leatherface hears the noises of the return of the family.  Finally!  What took them so long.  He races to the front door, only to see a white-faced stranger staring at him.  No matter, he shall obtain the meat all by himself.  Yes, there will be success!  Running back to retrieve his best friend, when he returns, the stranger is gone.  No, this cannot happen, it was so close.  I shall claim that meat.

Myers has moved off to a side room.  He knows that confusing his prey makes it so much easier.  He watches as the ugly looking person with the strange mask looks all over.  As the ugly one is walking away, Michael moves swiftly to dispatch him, but he kicks something laying on the floor. 

Leatherface hears a noise behind him, and swing the chainsaw in a wide arc.  It connects with Myer's head, staggering him a bit.  'Face starts up the newly sharpened saw, and starts swinging wildly.  Myers is slightly more agile, and avoids the spinning teeth of damage.  On a large lunge, Leatherface semi-embeds the chainsaw into a wall.  Michael, seeing 'Face struggle to free the tool, raises his machete, and in one powerful stroke removes one of 'Face's arms.  Screaming in pain, clutching the stump, Leatherface spins wildly until Michael cleaves 'Faces' head in two with another blow.

Michael sits down in a chair.  He feels that there is unfinished business in this house.

Winner-  Myers.

If you've already posted a fight breakdown but feel you can do better, feel free to edit your response, but do so before voting ends today.

Oh hell.  I just realized keeping the story thread here and on Google docs synchronized is gonna be a bitch.

One more day to get your votes in, folks.  And don't forget, the poster with the best fight breakdown will receive a whopping 10,000 TOE TAGS courtesy of our good buddy, DHMW afficionado and all-around good guy Underdog. 

If you've already posted a fight breakdown but feel you can do better, feel free to edit your response, but do so before voting ends tomorrow.