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Luis Virgil vs Billy Lee Black
superaielman The good news for Billy is that he can block Shadow Wing, and hit Virgil with physicals.. The bad news is the Eternal Storm kills him in a single attack, and there isn't a thing he can do to stop it. Luis Virgil: 40 
TimeLord vs Lavos
superaielman -Shrine of Time- .."Master, it is time." Ultimecia stood, dressed in the garments of those who worship the Master. "You have been summoned to the arena." TimeLord stood to face his minion, a serious look on his face. "Mmm. Thank you. Who is my foe to be, after all this time? One of Ghaleon's minions, seeking to settle the score? Orlandu, out for vengence for wrecking his farce of a trial?" Ultimecia shuddered slightly. "Master, no. It is.. Lavos, the kompressor of time." "..." TimeLord's face was set in stone. "One who seeks to destroy my realm? Few are quite as deserving of my wrath as him. Time Mages! Prepare my entrance to the arena. The TimeLord is returning to the duelling arena." --- The arena was covered in arcane runes. Countless Time Mages had filled the area and properly secured it, so Ghaleon and others couldn't interfere. Lavos stood in the center of this, an unfeeling mass of evolution, waiting to slay the one who guarded the element he wanted to destroy above all. TimeLord stood, surrounded by the students of Time. "Mmm." Sizing up Lavos was quick, as he quickly saw there was only one path to victory. "The fun thing about having infinite speed.." ... .."Is you get all the time in the world to think, sometimes. Sometimes..." TimeLord dropped out of OverDrive, clearly drained of all of his resoures. To the surprise of his fans, Lavos still stood, whole and undamaged. In fact, he had a bright red glow engulfed the creature, and the runes surrounding the arena began to crackle under the strain. Somewhere near Lavos, a ghostly version of Queen Zeal laughed. "My Mammon Machine is finished. Lavos has been brought to life!" .."Optional superboss! Ocean Palace Lavos is freed!" The arena suddenly burst forth with life, as every godlike anywhere near the arena went to overwhelm the creature before it could destroy the entire arena. TimeLord just smirked and quickly ran out of the arena, before Lavos could turn his attentions to him. .."There's nothing more ironic, or funny, than making the opponent so strong that they aren't even legally allowed to fight." TimeLord: 38 Valdorick
Lulu vs Zeon
SageAcrin A massive evil force determined to win and cause suffering to his opponent. A woman with a barely-fitting dress, with large breasts and mountains of fanboys. Zeon, once he learned about Lulu, simply decided to forfeit. After all, she causes much more evil by existing, in the form of random people drooling over her dress and talking about how hot she is, than killing her would cause. And in the end, that's all that really matters to large demon types. Besides, Zeon got the satisfaction of smashing Kimahri through a wall on the way out. Lulu: 31 
Masaji Kato vs Melfice
superaielman "14 walking!" This cry reverbed through the arena as Kato entered. "What's that?" Kato fired off the question to Raiden, who was sitting loyally at Kato's side before he entered the battle ring. "Sir, Melfice has thirteen wins in the arean, including a godlike title. The crowd's pegging you as the fourteeth victim." "..Oh." Kato readied himself, and stepped into the arena. "Time to break that chant." --- Melfice chuckled, and withdrew Maken Valenborg from Kato's corpse. "Just another victim who thought he'd take out the greatest." Masaji Kato: 10
Fenril vs Kika
superaielman The fun thing about Ogre Battle Dragoons isn't the high HP, or the physicals that make even the mightiest of fighters quake in their boots. No, it's the defenses. Breaking Fenril's defense usually requires enough offense to pulverize stone, let alone actually defeating her. To her credit, Kika hits hard enough to crack the defense. She's also dead long before Fenril's in danger of running out of life. Fenril: 24 
Ramza Beoulve vs Joshua
Otter "Outrageous!" came yet another cry. Joshua shuffled uncomfortably, unable to hold a steady pose in the presence of this cacophony. Not only had there been an ominous series of enraged screams from somewhere just outside the arena, but in the judge's booth, Steiner had started chuckling to himself. Since the knight was the only one to face Ramza in the DL until now, Josh found this was worrisome. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done but to await his opponent's arrival. Leaning against a wall, Josh uneasily felt for his Audhulma and watched the door. He didn't have much longer to wait. Soon the door flew open and there stood Ramza Beoulve, sword in hand, his face a mask of seething hatred. Off to the side, the judges seemed to be discussing something with amusement, but Josh was already back in his fighting stance, preparing for a frenzied if futile outburst from his furious opponent. But Ramza just stood there and yelled at him. "Intolerable! A runaway noble turned mercenary, unable to save his family, forced to fight a trusted comrade.... you cheap knockoff! Surrender or die in obscurity!" Gritting his teeth, the red-haired and now red-faced prince made to cut Ramza down before he could utter another foolish word, but before he could even draw his sword, he felt himself being knocked aside by an impossibly quick Ultima. A second blast followed almost as quickly before Ramza closed the distance in a moment and granted the nervewracked Josh the gift of unconsciousness with a sword hilt to the skull. "I don't think much of your style, either," added the contemptuous but calming hero of Ivalice, ripping apart the offending hat and throwing in a Rune Sword haircut free of charge. Of course, using Scream before a match was clearly prohibited by the rules, but as Ramza, TimeLord, and countless others will attest, there is more than one way to win. Ramza Beoulve: 33 strikerultimate@yahoo.com
Halley Brancket vs Worker 8
Halbarad The league had been stunned by the bizarre and highly publicized 'Iron Chef's' swath through the ranks of Middle. Worker 8's return to Heavy was no less publicized, although his opponent seemed less concerned about the Iron Chef's culinary tricks than his Middle foes had been. So it was almost a letdown when Worker 8 commenced the fight normally and fought as he always had. Blows were exchanged, and as Halley backed off to heal, Worker 8 opened his chest for a Dispose... And instead of firing the familiar purple beams, a fusillade of small green objects shot out of the robot's chest, peppering the young boy in the face. As Halley's mouth opened in shock, one of the objects flew into it and Halley's face went purple as he began to choke, passing out from lack of air a few moments later. After the medics had cleared the unconscious boy from the field and removed the offending object from Halley's windpipe, one of the judges walked onto the field and picked up one of the small, round green objects. "Brussels sprouts?" Halley's shouts of "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" could be heard in every arena in the league as he was hauled away in the ambulance. Halley Brancket: 8 ChichiriMuyo
Rudy Roughknight vs Precis Neuman
Sei The battle was fast, furious, and as good as was advertised. Explosions rocked the arena as ARMs and robotic weapons were fired with wild abandon. The entire arena was already potch-marked with craters and as Heavy's two most destructive duelers brought out their full arsenal. Rudy panted while ghe gripped his wound. He hadn't been fast enough to avoid the Bloody Mary, and his shoulder paid the price. His arm already felt numb and it was a testament to his will power that he could still move it. "Hee! I haven't had this much fun in ages!" Precis shrieked cheerily (much to the chagrin of the Holmcross and everyone else within hearing range) despite her own battle wounds. "So many booms! And pows! And fzzts and kapows! It's too bad I have to finish this match now." And with an all too frightening grin, the young inventor pulled out Bobot and chucked it at the Holmcross. "Barrier!" She screamed, causing the people who had bought front row seats to fall into a seizure. Rudy's eyes widened as he watched the little robot sail through the air. and he crossed his arms in front of his face, knowing full well that he was too winded to escape. The explosion exhoed throughout the arena and Precis flashed the audience a victory sign. "Lucky" Then she heard the tell tale sound of an ARM powering up, and she faced the barely standing Rudy with a frown. "Hey! You're supposed to stay down!" She shrieked, while she grabbed another Bobot... Too late, the Arch Smash shell was fired and zoomed straight for Precis with unerring accuracy. She tried zooming left and right, her Neuman Boots flaring at maximum output, but the locked on ARM was quite determined to explode on its target. There was a silent thunderclap as a blinding flash forced everyone to turn away from the action for a few seconds, then when it finally subsided, Precis was gone. Completely disintegrated from the looks of things. The audience blinked in shock at the power of the ARM... ....followed y the mass cheering and yaying and general bedlam of watching a favorite win and getting rid of a general nuisance to everyone's ears. Who'd have thought an ARM could be that powerful... ...definitely not Rudy as he stared down his weapon in wonder and no small amount of terror. He wasn't able to do anything that extreme before... --- Near one of the arena exits, underneath a cloak of Invisibility and a few anti-magic detection seals, the magician chuckled as a pair of sigils dissipated into thin air. It had taken her quite a few seasons of researching the properties of the Blinking Rune and studying under the tutelage of Kirin, and a few more seasons to look for just the right dimension, but it had all been worth it for this one moment. Sure, she could have just let Rudy finish of the brat and generally smiled as she gets battered and bruised, but where's the fun in that? Revenge is best served personally after all, and with a side dish of trauma. Her only regret was that she won't be there to see Precis' face when she wakes up. At this point, the sorceress would have let out a bitch laugh that would make Naga the White Serpent and Kodachi cry tears of envy, but since it wouldn't do to be detected, she had to settle for a mild giggle as she walked away. --- Groggily, Precis stood up, her ears ringing and her vision bleary. Strange, this didn't look like the arena or the Healing Center. "Ow... what happened..." She muttered. Or rather, tried to say, as her mouth formed the words but no voice came out. Then, everything went black, except for a long, blurry strip in the middle of her line of vision which was white. Things stayed this way for a few seconds before the old background returned. That was enough of a surprise to snap her brain back in focus, and as her eyes and ears cleared, she almost wished she hadn't woken up. Her eyes darted back and forth from object to person to building. Grey! Everything was grey! And black! And white! And the people... they were... were... "Mimes!? What the heck is going on here!?" she didn't say as the sound died before they came out of her mouth. Instead, her world became black again, and she saw the words she tried to say superimposed in the middle of the dark horizon in big, white letters. Precis just gawked, as her ears began to notice the general lack of sound, outside of a jaunty piece of piano music that constantly played from somewhere. Then she noticed a folded piece of paper in front of her with the words "READ ME" written in bold letters. Picking it up, she read its contents. 'Hello Precis, you're probably wondeing where you are, and since it's impolite to leave hanging threads, I'll tell you. This is a pocket dimension called Silent Movie, a wonderful place with absolutely no sound and color. When I found this dimension, I immediately knew that it was made for you. So, after tweaking around with my Teleport spell a bit so that it can target other people and bring them across dimensions, I decided to bring you here directly. Don't worry though, there's a delay effect so you'd be brought back to the Dueling League after Three Seasons. I may be petty about the silliness of Season 2, but I'm not evil. Lovingly yours, Cecilia Lynne Adlehyde' Twitch twitch her eye went as she read the words over and over again until she tore the paper to little pieces, threw them on the ground and stomped on them repeatedly. Wordlessly, she screamed to the sky, until the words 'CECILIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!' appeared. Then a mime smashed a custard pie on her face. Rudy Roughknight: 38
Antenora vs Ninja
superaielman Final Fantasy warriors have a fine tradition of being strong brawlers for their division. Grand Master brings high class physicals, Knight brings great defenses, and Ninja brings a mix of the two. They also have a fine tradition of getting their asses kicked by Wild ARMs women in the first round. Ninja also follows this tradition, as Antenora easily statuses him out or, if she chooses to, punches him out. Antenora: 40 Cinny
Spar vs Nash Rumack
OblivionKnight Nash, as we know, is a very self-confident, cocky, yet awesome individual. So confident, that it takes a lot of effort to bring him back to earth. Specifically, a good, hard slap from a beautiful, black-haired, wonderful young magess... "Ouch!" Nash yelped, clutching his left cheek. "Mia! What was that for? Now I'll have this hand imprint on my face when the cameras go in for the clos...ouch!" Mia stood next to Nash, hand held high from the recent slap she delivered to the young mage's face. "Nash" she said softly, "are you sure you really intend to do this? This is so..." "Mia!" Nash responded. "I know...but it's for the best. Besides, it'll put me on the front of every magazine and paper in the multi-verse! Nothing bad is going to happen" "Ok..." Mia said, trailing off. "Just please be careful" ----- "Ok, just look straight ahead, think clearly, and then you'll have to..." "Bash his head in! Crush it! Smack it! Hard!" "I'd say stay away and hit him from a distance. Probably your safest bet" "..." And so, Spar stood in the centre of the waiting room, harrassed by his 'friends' into fighting a different, and often conflicting, way. Really, it was starting to get annoying... "Ok!" Spar shouted, silencing the room. "I don't have black wings and Death magic...I don't have a heavy club to beat things with...I don't have a bow. I don't have much of anything, actually. All I have is my whip, and some basic magics. I think I'm doomed" "Don't say that!" Nina called out. "You can do anything you try to. Just put your heart into it..." "I don't have a heart," Spar said, "I have a stamen" "..." "Ryu's right!" Katt jumped up, knocking Bow down onto the floor (not that anyone noticed). "You can't give up! Come on, we'll think of something!" "Actually, I think I'd rather just call the match..." But the plant's wishes were unheeded, as the entire party decided that he wasn't going down without a fight" ----- "Alright! This shouldn't be a problem!" Nash stared confidently across the arena, watching his opponent slowly creep out of their dug-out. A mere plant? Nothing could stop the magical weapon himself! Spar stood up, tall, and stared across at his opponent. He readied his whip, and prepared to execute the plan his 'friends' had come up with for his victory. The fight started, but neither competitor moved. Instead, Nash took out his comb, and started doing his hair. Spar, just stood in place, waiting... ...for the music to begin! The finest in hip-hop stylings from down in da' hood! The real Slim Shady was standing tall tonight, and he's made of cellulose! Spar, the rocking tree! Nash stared in disbelief. "Wha...wha...what is this?" "It's our secret weapon!" Nina yelled down to the awestruck Vane mage. "We taught Spar to groove to the best of the music from down in the hood! You can't stop the maddening rap lyrics of Coolio, Slim Shady, and B.I.G.!" And indeed, the audience was under the spell of the diabolical muzak. The crowd was swaying to the beats, and even, for some reason, developing a mosh pit ( headed by a very inebriated Miluda Folles ). What was there to do: soon the evil mind-control would overwhelm the audience, and Nash would lose this fight before it even began. To wit, Nash put into effect his special plan. With a quick flick of his wrist, a devastating lightning bolt crashed down into spar, while a second later, a gale of confusing mist shot forth to the walking tree. Spar wobbled back and forth for a second, but regained his composure quickly, and began to open his mouth, intent on continuing the rap dirge... ...except that now, a new set of lyrics escaped his mouth: "But he's irresistible Up close and personal Now inescapable I can hardly breathe, more than just Physical deeper than spiritual His ways are powerful And irresistible to me (yeah yeah, I can hardly breathe)" The audience collectively cringed and screamed in abject terror. Jessica Simpson?! The horror! Palom and Porom huddled up together in a corner of the stands; MOMO broke down crying; White Knight Leo lept off the top of the stands, onto the Dragonship Destiny, and sped off at warp speeds; and somewhere, deep down in the deepest depths of hell (A.K.A. New Jersey ), a devil got his horns. Suffice to say, the horror of this new terrifying song caused a total and complete reaction from the remaining spectators who could control themselves and keep their heads on straight. Flare, Southern Cross, Ultima, Sky Dragon Slash...every conceivable attack blasted the poor plant into little tiny pieces. Not a pretty sight for vegetarians or EPA members in the slightest (well, might make a good salad for the vegetarians, I guess). Suffice to say, Nash won - despite the interference, there is only one thing in the RPGDL considered far more profane than advertising on Behind the Scenes: Jessica Simpson. Though the children will need many years of therapy, and perhaps a heavy does of anti-psychotics, it's over, and will never happen again... Spar: 8 
Gen vs Flare
OblivionKnight "Ugh" Flare spat in disgust. "This is my first opponent? What a disgrace. I think that's his breakfast lying on the arena floor. Disgusting!" Actually, it was his lunch - a fabulous turkey artichoke panini, served with a side of cut asparagus ends, mixed mushrooms, and a pickle. Of course, Gen's lunch isn't the point of this. The samurai had a bit too much to drink before the match...moreso than usual. Three vodka martinis, five whiskey sours, a gallon of rum, and four of Bowman's special "anti-depressant" mixes. The poor samurai, hardy on the alcohol though he is, couldn't take it all. He nearly arrived late for his match, and now, was having trouble even standing up. "This will not do!" Flare screeched. "I will have this fixed!" With that, to the surprise of the entire arena audience, Flare stormed out of the arena. Gen, unconscious though he was, had achieved a victory... ------ 2 Weeks Later... Auron stood in front of a now sober, but chained Gen. Staring right at the confined swordsman, he spoke: "Gen, you have disgraced the Society of Drunken Samurai (SODS). By the power vested in me as president of this society, you are hereby kicked out" Gen stared at the tall, daunting samurai. His mouth was open, his eyes glazing over: how could this happen? Auron continued. "You'll need to turn in all of your paraphernalia: the jug of sake, the back-up jug of sake, the back-up back-up jug of sake, the bumper sticker, the t-shirts, the boxers, the socks, the cape, the towel, the sunglasses, the teapot, the saddle, the frying pan, the bug spray, the blanket, the prophylactics, the inhaler, the notebook, the pencil, the...well, everything. Remaining members? Raise your jugs" "Cheers!" Gen: 24 
Bart Fatima vs Leehalt Alceste
SageAcrin Ahhh, Bart, you never learn. Bart isn't totally stupid, or anything-he realized that battling someone that could return all his damage back to him has limited appeal. (After all, who really wants to get whipped to death?) So, Bart challenged Leehalt to a no-holds-barred full out match with no rules or regulations. Leehalt agreed. So, when it came time for the match, the Yggdrasil IV landed on Leehalt. It looked like it was pretty over at that point. Then the Yggdrasil IV crumpled like a tin can. An easy to forget fact is that Leehalt got beaten to a pulp not once, but many times-in the Duelling League, normally, this doesn't matter. But if someone can use outside interference, the other party can use plot power. And, so, Leehalt used his plot power to not die for no real reason, despite how much damage he takes, to blast a giant mecha with Law of Vengance after it stepped on him. It's not really fair-bosses get all the fun plot powers-but hey. Bart's at least sworn off dropping his battleships on things. Do you know how much it costs to repair a mech the size of a city? Bart Fatima: 20
Milia vs Liz
OblivionKnight "There is but no way a seemingly unintelligent and incapable homo sapiens with the extreme lack of..." "Ard!" "...any cohesive or potentially comforting..." "ARD ARD ARD!" "...qualities that might make a potential or theoretical or hypothetical loss of any sort..." "AAAAAARRRDDD!!!" "Yes! I know! You lost too the importance of winning has gone from us both to now become nothing but a fleeting hope! But fear not, my assistant! I shall find something to get us revenge!" "Ard!" "Yes, I know my special bombs proved instead to be the downfall of me instead of the upfall that should have broughten glory and amazement to the amazing and glorious reign of the amazing and awesome and highly scientific and superior..." "ARDDDD!" "Yes! I shall cause them enough grief to save our high integrity and popularity and amazing..." "Ardddddddddddddd" ----- And so it came to pass, that the DL Enquirer (the premier DL tabloid, owned by Gobi corp.) found itself with a startling picture on their newest issue, with an interesting caption: "True Rune Bearer Found in Bed with Holy Bishop" The picture going along with this line of text showed Milia lying in Artur's arms, in what appeared to be the high bishop of Elmine's bedroom. Needless to say, word of this spread fast, and Artur and Milia eventually left town for a few weeks to cool off before the next match - and avoid the impending lawsuits. Milia: 39 
Jean vs Tia
SageAcrin A painter frog prince with a rapier, up against a random storekeeper girl who had to call for help in dealing with a random monster. Doesn't sound like an epic match. However, it turned out to be one. As it turns out, the match was to be held relatively late at night. (The theory was that no one actually cared about the match, so why hold it in valuable daylight time? Let someone actually important fight then.) This wouldn't have mattered-the arenas are well lit. But, as it turns out, it was late enough in the day for Grahf to get collosally wasted off spiked punch at a Xenogears cast reunion party. (Oh, that naughty Chu-Chu, spiking the punch with Drive like that.) So, soon after the battle started, a slurring Grahf flew in, asking drunkenly if Tia wanted some power. Tia, thinking he was hitting on her, promptly screamed and tried to beat him to death with her whip. Grahf, feeling unloved at this, simply powered up Jean and flew off. (Or attempted to-he slammed face-first into an arena wall. Don't do Drive and fly.) So, Jean easily blasted Tia out of the ring with his newly gained powers-which promptly wore off soon after-and the judges were so confused by the whole thing that they just decided to call it an equal amount of interference with both sides, and say Jean won. Jean hasn't gotten over his one shining moment, though. Now Grahf's constantly getting french accented calls from someone he doesn't know, begging him for power. The moral of the story? Well, it could be that if a creepy man offers you power, say yes. Or it could be that you shouldn't fly by night. Or that powered up frogs are frightening creatures indeed. Or just not to go out at night around the arena. But I think the real lesson is simple. Kill Chu-Chu on sight. Jean: 32 
Shady Thousand vs Laguna Loire
SageAcrin Shady simply didn't feel like fighting much, and so, used his plot powers and lost by default. What plot powers? THE POWERS OF QUANTUM MECHANICS. Specifically, the fact that all events are theoretically possible. And this is how Laguna spontainiously turned into a porcupine encased in ice upon entering the arena. I'll bet it sent chills down his spines. Shady Thousand: 24 
Ard vs Artur
SageAcrin *Two days before the match.* "Ar...d?" Ard said, curiously, as Liz strapped a strange device to him. "There is no time for questioning, you ridiculous reptile of confusion! My splendid device of divine brilliance will cause all that oppose you to tremble with fear!" Liz said, adjusting some straps. "...Ardardard!" Ard said. "No, it will not explode, you brown muscular oaf of silliness! All that needs doing to activate it is to tackle! Even one of your inferior mental capacity can handle such a magnificently simplistic device of justice! Now just remember not to touch it or take it off in any way before the combat of fate, it must adjust to your massive weight and stellar height before it may be used." "...Ar...d." Ard said. *Two days later.* "Arrrrrd!!!" Ard said, baffled, as the light from Artur's attacks blinded him momentarily. "...You know, this is almost like beating up a child." Artur noted, watching Ard howl unhappily. "He barely seems to understand what's going on." "Ard! Ardardardardard. Arrd. Arrrrrrd!" Ard said, rushing towards Artur. And the device kicked in. And a massive gout of flame blasted from behind Ard, as his Dump Truck Tackle suddenly became rocket propelled. Artur desperately lept out of the way... ...too slowly. As he was clipped on the shoulder by hundreds of pounds of rocket-powered lizard, he was knocked to the ground, dazed, waiting for a finishing blow. One that would never come. For, Ard, as he rocketed past, slammed into the far wall of the arena. Then went through the far wall of the arena. Then went through an adjacent arena, across four miles of countryside, plowed a tunnel through a small hill, skimmed across a lake, tripped, took a seventeen mile flight, and finally crash-landed in a tree, the impact finally disabling the rocket pack. Needless to say, Ard lost the match due to ring-out, and Liz now blames Ard entirely for the mishap, claiming he simply needed to stop tackling to stop the pack. Poor Ard. Ard: 14 RadLink5
Season 22 Awards superaielman Not ranked: Where else can you see DL castoffs, obscurca, and Baigan fighting it out? It's great. Gooo vote today! *Whips* ToS Invasion: 14 Evil Gaia vs. Alfred Schroedinger: 15 Rollercoaster Zeal: 0 Not Ranked: 15 Not a Loser: 6 Phailure Star: 1 Youthful Spirit Dampened: 2 Lulu in Godlike: 3 Featured Match Images: 10 Xeroma
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