The RPG Duelling League

I, Kazan, bid you welcome to the RPG Dueling League, dedicated to the art of pitting the greatest warriors of the RPG Multiverse against each other in honourable combat! Within lies the greatest showcase of fighting talent you will ever lay your eyes upon!

Here, you will be able to vote on a series of Battles. weekly where the greatest warriors will square off in combat! Fighters are split into divisions, aptly named for the fighting prowess of those within. The victors each week continue on in a typical eliminations-style tournament, until a victor is crowned champion of each division. Here, you'll also find exciting bonus matches and other spectacles to seduce your battle-starved souls, enough honourable combat to fill even an old man like me with joy! Questions? Go here!

In addition, there's another small tournament called Not Ranked, which pits an even wider assortment of unique, secretive and unknown warriors against each other in a similar vein. If you're looking for a favorite, it wouldn't hurt to check that out as well.

The DL is more than answering the question of how fighters stack up. It's a repository of information about RPG's varying from the obscure to the well known. Every bit of data gathered from every dank duengon and musty library in the RPG universe is gathered here. If you youngsters want to talk about any RPG of any stripe, you're welcome here. Check out this center of learning and find out new information about your favorite games!

We also have our nomination pools this week. Want to put up a certain honored Martial Artist in Middle? Or perhaps his Origin wielding student? Aahh, you now have your chance. Go now and do your master proud!
You've done a good job paying attention, students. Now here's Chisato to take you Behind the Scenes!

	780...790...800...810...
	Counting up your meager earnings, minion?
	Nope. Counting ticket sales for today's event.
	I don't recall authorizing any events today. Well, whatever. Is it looking profitable?
	Well, the tickets are selling for 10,000 gil a pop.
	So no, then?
	Take your money and go to hell, Nate.
	That'd be alot of luggage. I'd really suggest just leaving the money here, Hel doesn't care about material stuff like that anyway.
	I...no, not talking to you. So what is this event, Chisato?
	Only the rematch of the century.
	We've converted the parking lot to a makeshift stadium. Plenty of seating and enough space for the fight.
	Don't worry, we'll put everything back how it was when we're done.
	And by we, we mean Odin.
	I'm a cleaning machine.
	You still haven't told me...eh, screw it. Make sure to record whatever this is for me and have the papers drawn up so I have all the rights to it. And see if you have time to get the show done while you're at it. I'm outta here.
	Got plans or something?
	Yes. Plans to not be here in case whatever you're doing goes horribly, horribly wrong.
	No problem, boss. Alright, Gil, Ultros, finish the setup while Morte and I handle the show.
	On it, chief.
	Righty-o.
	Okay, so that means I'm up. ahem HEY EVERYBODY! GET IN HERE SO WE CAN INTERVIEW YOU!
	...do that again when I'm standing next to you and Odin will have a new mop bucket.
	ALL LOVE MUST PARISH.
	Is that the only thing you know how to say, monsieur?
	Hmm, you sure you not a reptite?
	Mister Jean is amphibious, not reptilian, miss.
	ANYONE HAVE A COUGH DROP?
	Negative, the only human medicine I carry is a potent hangover cure. Just in case.
	Alright, anyone want to say anything about their match?
	CAPSLOCK WILL LEAD ME TO VICTORY.
	The effect of speech patterns on the outcome of a fight is highly questionable.
	Hey, wait. Didn't Yukimaru win the match? What are you doing here?
	SHE DID?
	Yes! I did! Get out of here you lying liar! ZAM!
	NO, I'M VERY CERTAIN I WON THAT FIGHT.
	Liar! Zam!
	As much as I hate to back up that obnoxious little catchphrase spout, yeah I've got her booked as a guest, not you. She won.
	BUT...I WON...I'M CONFUSED NOW.
	No, you're just a LIAR!!!
	SHUT UP OR I WILL EAT YOUR SPLEEN.
	...eep.
	Uh, thanks...Xorn.
	I believe I have ascertained the cause of the confusion.
	OH?
	You are not the ranked fighter Zoah. You are Zoah from the Home dimension, as reckoned by Serge. The Zoah who is a fighter here is the Another universe Zoah. I believe you have your own mirror Dueling League in which you won that match, but somehow stumbled into this one.
	AH. YES, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THINGS. THEN I SHALL RETURN TO WHERE I AM A WINNER AFTER THE SHOW.
	...





	Chrono Cross plot.
	Moving on. Anyone else have anything they want to say?
	I win fight with big muscles and kicking!
	The only advantage I do not have in this fight is crowd appeal, and that's only if the mecha and robot fandom doesn't attend. It would be difficult to make this more one sided.
	Grr, less talk, more fight!
	This is neither the time, nor the place.
	Not fight you! I beat you up later. I mean OTHER fight!
	Oh, yeah. Well, anybody else have something to say or can we move this outside?
	Non, I have nothing to add to what has already been said.
	ZZZ...ZZZ...
	Is Xorn asleep?
	Looks like. Welp, let's leave the God Of Emo to his nap and go heckle Gil until he's got everything ready.
	Too late for that. We've been done.
	I even got some snack vendors out there.
	Excellent. Alright, everyone out to the parking lot! -------------
	It's certainly taking awhile for them to call me in for my interview. Taking the time to come up with some choice mockery, no doubt. Hmph.
	Oh hey, Menardi. The studio's been rendered unusable thanks to the Godlikes so when they call you in head out to the parking lot, okay?
	Ugh. I bet it was that stupid Xorn, wasn't it? Fine, fine, I'll head out to the parking lot. -------------
	Zam...the stands are packed.
	No kidding. We've got people sitting on the roof.
	Alright, that's as ready as we're going to get. Gil, start us off.
	Testing, testing. This thing on? Excellent. Alright, welcome ladies, gentlemen and gender vague monsters of all ages! NanjoCorp and Behind the Scenes are proud to present today's special event, the Rematch of the Century! In one corner, we have the four time Godlike Champion, the goddess of battle herself, Myria!
	Hello! I'll try to make sure you all get your money's worth in entertainment here.
	And in the other corner... ---------------
	clickPaging middle. Interviews are out in the parking lot.click
	Yes, yes, your janitor told me that already. It's about time. ---------------
	..it's the Season 2 Godlike Champion and current Middle finalist, the Mars Adept of the Double Downgrade Club, Menardi!
	Um, what's going on out here? Why are all these people here? And...Myria?
	Hello Menardi.
	That's right folks, it's a Season 2, week 3 rematch!
	...
	Hey, if I win can I replace her as the season 2 champ?
	What's this look like, the DCU? We don't do retcons here.
	Can't blame me for asking.
	Hey! Menardi's running away! Free hot dogs for whoever drags her back here!
	AWW YEAH!!!!
	Woah. Looks like Zell isn't the only hot dog lover around here. Half the crowd's running her down.
	Odin, I blame you for letting her escape.
	What, why?
	Because we have to blame someone and it obviously wasn't any of our faults.
	Right, so until someone gets back with our main event, the crowd that's still here can be entertained by the two Heavy finalists beating up Odin. Kinda weak for a warm up act, I know, but it's all we've got.
	Oh man. Why me?
	But for now, we're out of time on the show. Sorry that all you viewers at home couldn't see this great rematch, but I'm sure you can imagine how it'll go.
	If it happens at all. Looks like Menardi is gaining ground on them.
	What? Ugh, do I have to do everything myself? Somebody get me a helicopter...