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Loki vs Ryu
Eternalspirit A battle of the ages to say the least. Unfortunately, one that Loki cannot win. Ryu will have to put in a bit more effort to win this one, but in the end, Bone Break is pretty much the difference here, unless Loki gets REALLY lucky with those Indiscriminates. Chalk another one up for the young dragon prince. Loki: 19 
Sarevok vs Jade
OblivionKnight "BoltX! BoltX! BoltX! BoltX! BoltX! BoltX! BoltX! Why won't you die!?" The bug lord was furious. People were just supposed to keel over and die when he started chanting his dreaded magic, weren't they? "You," Sarevok said, his voice cold as ice, "will not win. You lack the qualities needed..." and in an uncharacteristicly high-pitched and happy voice, Sarevok said, "Dance: Ten, Looks: Three" Jade's world stopped - all he could see was the stage, and himself standing in front of a crowd. Next to him, Michael Flatley danced with frightening speed, finishing up his bravado with a wink towards the crowd. All stood and applauded the Riverdancer. Then all eyes turned to Jade. Slowly, the lightning bug put his foot forward, and began to dance. Picking up speed, he swung his legs around, tightening his buttocks as he began to rise with the music. He continued on for what seemed like hours, until finally, the director in the front told him to stop. Slowly the director stood up, and came to the front of the stage. "Well, you both did absolutely fantastic. I have your scores written down here, so I'll just read them off: Michael, Dance: 9, Looks: 10. Jade, Dance: 10, Looks: 3. Michael, you're our man! Congratulations! Bug Face! Out of here!" Jade shook his head as he came back to reality. At least, he thought he had, until he noticed that Sarevok now donned a top hat, and his sword was replaced by a black tap cane. And then, his voice, his feet...the murderous Bhaalspawn was dancing and singing: "God, I hope I get it. I hope I get it. How many people does he need? How many boys, how many girls?" Jade's anger grew...he would not be defeated again! Calling forth the spirit of theatre that had long laid dormant, the monstrous beast began his dance. The two battling dancers unleashed a flurry of fantastic techniques, all the cheers and applause of the crowd. For minutes this continued, until finally, they stopped. From the judge's box, Albedo came out. "Well, that was entertaining" he said. "Now, I have your scores...Sarevok, Dance:9, Looks:9. Jade: Dance:10, Looks:3. Sarevok is our winner!" Jade screamed in agony at having lost once more. He left the arena, ready to do something he finally realized he had to do... Two weeks later, Budhec Castle's theatre seats were sold out for the peformance of a rising star, and beautiful young girl by the name of Jade, blonde hair and glowing eyes electrifying her dance: "'Dance: ten; Looks; three,' I like to die! Left the theatre and Called the doctor for My appointment to buy... Tits and ass. Bought myself a fancy pair. Tightened up the derriere. Did the nose with it. All that goes with it. Tits and ass! Had the bingo-bongos done. Suddenly I'm getting nash'nal tours! Tits and ass won't get you jobs Unless they're yours!" Sarevok: 22 
Luis Virgil vs TimeLord
superaielman -Shrine of Time- "Master, your opponent is a powerful, if frail, foe. Have you prepared for the fight?" "Time minion, my battle plans are made." TimeLord smiled, and stretched, heading out for the arena. "There's only one such fate appropreate for such a fight. A poweful beating will teach this doubter." --- Yawning, TimeLord stood in the ring, surrounded by his flunkies. "Time to end this charade." Launching directly into OverDrive, the entire world froze. "Mmm. Have to plan my attacks well. Reaching into his bag of tricks, TimeLord jumped over to Virgil, and tried to unload Griffith Scratch... ..And was unable to reach the floating Man in Blue. "What?!" TL blanched. His foe was somehow out of the range of his strongest attack, and he had already wasted an attack in OverDrive. Frantic, TimeLord, fired off wave after wave of spells, battering Virgil. But.. ...Overdrive powered down before he could land a fatal blow. Gulping, TimeLord looked at a battered Virgil, and raised his Mystic Sword. He had literally nothing else to throw at the former Marine. "You mentioned irony before." Virgil wound up, and fired off a Shadow Wing, both freezing TimeLord and netting him a win. "There's nothing as ironic at beating a Master at his own game." TL just stared, a shocked look on his face.. -- Shaking off the status attack, TimeLord found himself in still in the ring, untouched. Looking around, he saw nothing but carnage. His army of Time Mages were lying around the arena, completely slaughtered, and his own bodyguard Ultimecia lay shattered at the front doors of the arena. Standing guarding the doors were two -very- familiar ladies, with rather unamused expressions of their faces. "Welcome, little mystic who toys with time. I believe we have some unfinished buinsess." Looking up in horror, TimeLord saw a face of an old foe. Well, a face -without- makeup. Ghaleon smirked, and closed in.. TL gulped. He had no JP, no means of escape, and -no- way to slow Ghaleon's assault. He put his hand in his pocket.. instead of a knife, he found a whistle. "A gift from Edge.." Recalling Edge's thanks and offer of help after the trial, TimeLord shrugged. He had nothing to close here. Putting the whistle his mouth, he quickly blew it. A quiet melody issued forth from the whistle. For the next few seconds, nothing moved. A burst of activity shattered this calm, and cheered the trapped TimeLord. In between the slowly advancing Ghaleon and TimeLord appeared Edge, in full ninja gear. In tow stood Zidane Tribal, who was oboviously grabbed a few seconds before by the ninja prince. He was dazed, with a charm claw sticking out of his chest. Edge dropped the monkey in front of Ghaleon, and pointed at him. "Go!" Without wasting any time, Edge grabbed TimeLord, and faded out of the arena behind the cloaking of a Smoke spell. Ghaleon's face contorted in rage. "TIMELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD!" His revenge, so close at hand, was once again thwarted. On the other hand.. "Girls, this monkey -did- try and humilate me before during that farce of a trial. Close the doors. I'm going to make an example out of this one." Zidane's physical bounced right off of Ghaleon's chest, and the returning Hell Wave both snapped Zidane out of his confused status, and battered him. Seeing the situation he was in, Zidane merely gulped and raised his arms to try and lessen the beating that was forthcoming. It didn't help. Luis Virgil: 23 
Lulu vs Melfice
Tide Melfice is ludicrously fast, has buffers and deals significant amounts of damage along with Evasion ignoring techs. Don't see Lulu winning this. Lulu: 14
KOS-MOS vs Zelos Wilder
hellopatrickstard00d@yahoo.com KOS-MOS was getting ready for her match against Zelos. Her, knowing how much of a pervert Zelos was, decided to try something different for this RPGDL match. And with THEIR help, it just might work. --- Zelos and Zidane sat in the bar, discussing tactics in which to make KOS-MOS the same as their past victims - embarressed and naked. However, KOS-MOS was a robot, and this wasn't going to be easy. So, they had to get KOS-MOS creator, Shion, to help them take off all of her armor among other various clothing's that are stuck to her. So, they decided to trick her, because ALL the cool perverts were doing that these days. Shion walked behind the bar, with a note that said "cOme bEHiNd THe bAR aT 7:30" with the letters all cut out of magizines and newspapers. Then two hands were over her mouth with a sword to her back. "You're going to help us, Shion. You will loosen all of KOS-MOS parts so they will fall off during the match tomorrow. Then, SHE WILL BE NAKED! AND THEN I, ZELOS WILDER, WILL BE MORE TURNED ON THEN THE LIGHTS DURING A BLACKOUT!" "..." "..." "Nevermind. Just do it, or you die." --- 11:30 came and KOS-MOS was with chaos, Jr., and Shion, readying their plan. KOS-MOS was ready, and her parts were all loose, just like Zelos and Zidane commanded Shion to do. --- Zelos and KOS-MOS were standing across from each other in the arena. The match had just started. Zelos ran towards KOS-MOS, knowing that she would ahve to move fast to evade his attacks which would cause the parts to fall off, just like it was planned. KOS-MOS dodged the attack, and then...it happened. "OH MY FREAKING GOD! AAAHHHH!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" And with that, Zelos and Zidane ran out of there faster then your eyes could see. The judged ruled KOS-MOS winner by default. And KOS-MOS sat there, smiling, looking down. She had Shion design her to look differently last night. And what was there...well let's just say that all that yaoi with Zelos and Zidane in it might become true. KOS-MOS: 33 
Saki Inugami vs Zeno
SageAcrin "Heheh. You're good." Saki laughed, parrying another of Zeno's swordthrusts. "You're not bad yourself." Zeno replied, ducking under Saki's return blow. "What a magnificent fight." Ghaleon commented, watching the incredibly balanced battle continue, with neither side seeming to gain any ground. "Even ignoring that I failed at smashing that miserable so-called lord of time, this has been a reasonable day." "And to think those two are friends out of the arena." Royce said, stunned as Saki just barely managed to dodge a vicious cut from Zeno's Violet Blade. "They certainly seem to enjoy fighting." "Between watching this battle, and crushing Zidane, I suppose my day has gone well. It still doesn't feel complete, though..." Ghaleon mused. --- "AAAUUUUGGH!" Zidane screamed, as he hurtled skywards, smashing into a corner of the arena ceiling. Flailing desperately as he crashed through, he quickly and desperately pulled out the Ultima Weapon, attempting to stab into something and stop his skyward flight. An act which had two unfortunate consequences. The first was fairly obvious, but Zidane lacked a insightful grasp of elementary physics at the best of times, and certainly getting beaten into near-unconciousness repeatedly had not helped. As he stabbed blindly as he passed through the ceiling/floor, he felt the Ultima Weapon catch on something, and, for a moment, felt hope. Then his momentum switched direction and he slammed into the floor of the upper arena with all the force he had been hurled skyward with. Simple lever effect. The second effect wasn't clear until Zidane realized why he wasn't in horrible pain. "Mmmm, soft..." Zidane said, puzzled. "...why...is there a monkey on top of me?" Saki said, staring up at Zidane in bafflement. "Because the idiot burst out of the floor and used my clothes to keep from flying out of the arena." Zeno said, her voice as cold as death, as she vainly attempted to keep her horribly rended clothes up. "And gave me a rather vicious cut in the process." "Hmmm. Call it." Saki said, pulling out a coin, without shifting the thief on top of her, and flipping it. "Tails." "Darn. Well, I forfeit." Saki said, shrugging. "Now, let's take care of this." "Huh?" Zidane said, baffled. Then Saki strangled him. --- "...Their co-operative fighting style is even more magnificent." Ghaleon noted, watching Zeno hammer Zidane out of the air soon after Saki launched him skyward. "Still, my day doesn't feel compl-" "Aaaaahhhhhh!" Zidane yelled hoarsely, as Saki launched him into the stands. Hurtling towards Ghaleon. And Ghaleon effortless smashed him out of the air with a Hell Wave, before he could even come close, sending him through the ceiling, out through an empty arena, and into the sky. "Now my day feels complete." Ghaleon said with satisfaction. --- Zidane, hurtling through the sky, only knew pure horror, as he watched the ground close. "...If I get out of this alive, I will never, ever, ever, ever do another perverted thing in my life, I swear to all the gods in existance everywhere!" Zidane screamed. And a sudden gust of wind shifted his trajectory, sending him slamming into a lake. --- "Uuuunnnnh." Zidane said, coming back to conciousness. "Sleepy head." Zelos said, shaking him. "Wake up, I have a plan for you." "Huh? Who are you?" Zidane said, baffled. "...Zelos. We've met before. Remember?" "...No, actually. I...the last thing I remember is walking into this place for the first time, yesterday. Then I fell asleep, and woke up today." Zidane said, rubbing his aching, bandaged head. "...you...don't remember the last couple of years?" "Years!?" Zidane said, stunned. "...oh, forget it, it's probably better this way. Look, do you want to see KOS-MOS naked?" Zelos said. "Do I!?" "Okay, look, all you have to do is help me, and we'll get to see that today." "It's a deal!" --- "What do you mean, "hidden curses"?" Brey said, puzzled. "It's a theory I worked out." Mazus said, sipping a glass of wine. "And I proved it was so by finding a few cases." Crowley said, glaring at Mazus. "If you say so. At any rate, I have a theory that a few individuals are simply cursed by whoever guides our fates to have certain roles, no matter how hard they try to get out of them." Mazus said, shrugging. "So, you're saying that some people, no matter how hard they try to escape from fate, are just doomed to live a certain way, no matter how hard life punishes them for it?" Brey said, frowning. "Exactly." Crowley noted. "...I think I'd shoot myself." Brey noted. "They can't." Crowley said, walking over to a window, and looking out onto the starry sky. "Part of why it's a curse. They'll never believe they are at all cursed-nothing to shoot themselves over." "Perhaps it's karma, a punishment for previous actions. Or maybe they curse themselves, by simply enjoying what they do too much. Or maybe it's simply a horrific coincidence replayed over and over." "Or maybe the gods are just insane." Crowley mused to the sky. Saki Inugami: 16 
Fenril vs Joshua
SageAcrin It was going to be a match of skill. A match of daring and courage, a match where both combatents would require their utmost attention. Various Godlikes were called in to make sure that no one, no one disturbed was what to be an epic swordfight. --- "Augggh! My tail doesn't go the-AAHHHH!" Zidane screamed, as Ghaleon brutally smashed him into a nearby wall, his body battered and broken. "Now that I have made you suffer, it is time...for you to die!" Ghaleon yelled, smashing Zidane with another Hell Wave. Caving in the floor beneath him. A stunned, battered, and broken Zidane dropped like a stone through the floor, into a lower arena. The arena Joshua was battling Fenril in. Landing on Yuna. Just as Joshua was preparing a fatal strike to a prone Fenril. As Yuna's blouse was half torn off by Zidane as he tumbled by, desperately trying to save himself, perhaps it isn't a surprise that he hesitated for one fatal second, as he saw Yuna's...ah, as he saw Zidane tumble to the ground out of the corner of his eye. One second was enough. Fenril, quickly recovering, impaled Joshua on her blade before he could move. --- "Uhnnn. What...what happened...?" "Good, you're awake. Now it's time to hurt you." Yuna said, smiling. "Wha...?" Was Zidane's only statement before Bahamut's Megaflare blasted him into the next arena... --- "..." Ghaleon said, staring down the hole at the massive blast Zidane was engulfed in. "...I'm not sure even I'd wish that upon that fool. But I'm sure it's no more than he deserved. Let's go, before they wonder how he came through the ceiling." Ghaleon said, chuckling despite his words, as he walked to a nearby exit. Fenril: 27 
Worker 8 vs Rudy Roughknight
Tide On the surface, it looks relatively straight forward. Rudy's a little faster but Worker can Counter, has Defense UP along with an attack that has ID effect. However... - Rudy (having an ARM) bypasses the counter - Has multiple cartridges, one of which likely ignores Defense. - Worker can't get past Rudy's speed. - Worker damages himself if he decides to use his techs. In close matches like this, recoil damage matters. Worker's not winning this slugfest. Worker 8: 19 ChichiriMuyo
Lyon vs Legault
Tidus Andronicus Realizing that he had had chance at winning the match conventionally, Legault opted to try some more... alternative tactics. For his efforts, he got a loud scream, followed by a blast from Naglfar and a cry of "I'm not that kind of Demon King!" But hey, it was worth a shot, right? Lyon: 43 Tide
Judecca vs Gerik
SageAcrin "Ugh!" Gerik cried, as a blast from Judecca's Miriam caught him in the shoulder. "You know, it really is a bit of a pity." Judecca said, grinning. "Your range with those silly primitive weapons is so...much less than mine with guns. I suppose I should have taken pity on you, really, but why? It's much more fun this way." Judecca said, laughing. "I won't give up!" Gerik yelled, slashing at Judecca. The hit was relatively minor, though, and, worse, the swing left Gerik offbalance. "Haaahahahahaa, you shall die now, f-..." Judecca said, trailing off as a bright light shone from one side of the arena. And sliced through the wall, as a screaming Zidane rode a massive wave of energy, smashing down Judecca where he stood, and blasted clean up into the nearby stands. "..." Gerik said, his jaw droping and his hair smouldering from the close shave with the Megaflare. --- "Hmph, less than that fool deserved." Auron said, watching the light dwindle. "Hey, Yuna, what...what happened to your dress!?" Tidus half-yelled, as he walked into the arena. "And why is Bahamut here? Did something happen?" "No, I'm fine, just a little problem with...um..." "A little problem with Zidane." Auron said. "...Zidane!? He came after you? That's it, I'm going to beat him to a pulp!" Tidus said, vaulting over the arena edge and running towards the hole, Caladbolg in hand. "...Why'd you go and tell him that?" Yuna said, sighing. "Because the fool deserved more. Like I said." Auron said, taking a swig from the jug on his belt. --- "Mmmm...steal...shiny weapons...ummm...mmmm, shiny women..." Zidane mumbled in his sleep, drooling. "Get off me you idiot!" Judecca said, kicking Zidane off of him. "It's bad enough that you're responsible for me getting hurt this badly and losing that match, but I'll be damned if I let you sleep on me! Or sleep at all!" Judecca finished, shooting Zidane in the face despite his heavy injuries. "Augh! What...what's going..." Zidane screamed, his voice by-now hoarse, but...amazingly, still able to become concious. "Save your strength." Caina said, staring down at Zidane. "We'll deal with him." Ptolomea said, kicking him hard in the ribs. "You will wish you had never incurred the wrath of Cocytus, you fool!" Vinsfeld said grimly, as he walked up to the scene. "...eep." Zidane said in a fetching soprano, backing up against a nearby seat and cringing. "Wait." A feminine voice said. "Here." Garnet leaned over Zidane, smiling softly and healing his wounds. "Thank you, Dagger." Zidane said, feeling hope for the first time since Edge had grabbed him. "Oh, don't thank me yet." She said, still smiling, as she turned and walked off. "Between you nearly killing me-I was sitting in the middle of this blast pattern you're laying in- and what you did to Yuna's dress, I don't really think you should thank me. I just healed you so they could make you suffer longer." "You better save some for me, you four!" Tidus yelled, running up with his blade in hand. "...I...should have stayed in be-ugh!" He managed to say, before the 4D Hypno Blast, Ptolomea Dynomite, Incur My Wrath and Miriam blasted him skywards. A blast that was helped by Tidus performing a midair Blitz Ace upon him, and finishing by spiking him up into an upper arena at an angle, to shear through to yet another in-progress battle... Judecca: 15 
Antenora vs Nash Rumack
Sei Today, we shall take a peek at some of RPGs more bizarrely named techniques. Since Antenora's currently fighting, let's start with her favorite spell, Ephemeron. ephemeron \ih-FEM-uh-ron\, noun; plural ephemera \ih-FEM-uh-ruh\: 1. Something short-lived or of no lasting significance. Short-lived? Non-lasting? Well, that definitely describes Nash after he ate a few blasts of the attack. Antenora: 31 
Gen vs Leehalt Alceste
Sei Do you remember how painful PC tech damages were in SaGa if they were directed to a PC? Three guesses what Rule of Vengeance does! Can we say, splat? Gen: 9
Jaffar vs Bolgan
Sei There's a little known fact about Jaffar. When he was a wee little lad, his class mates would make fun of his constantly expression, which was forever stucj in a frown. When he worked in the Four Fangs, his worker's children constantly said stupid things like "Why do you always wear black, mister." and "Mommy said you should never play with sharp things, you might hurt somebody." When became a father of two sons, their constant whining made him wish he never went for the quiet life (he would later run away from home, putting the blame on assassins who were after him or some such). Worst of all, he couldn't solve these problems in his usual way, lest he feel the wrath of his school master/guild master/wife. As you can guess, this made him have a, shall we say, certain dislike for little kids. Thus, when Jaffar met Bolgan, he of the childlike face and personality, an eye twitched.... ...And when the match ended, everyone could only look at the arena with a horrified expression as years upon years of pent up rage was unleashed upon the poor circus giant, leaving behind a huge mess for Odin and crew to clean-up. Who'd have thought the human body contained that much blood and could be sliced into so many pieces. Jaffar: 50 SageAcrin
Bartre vs Snowe
Sei Bartre came into the arena, feeling quite confident. He was fighting against a nancy boy, pansy waist, daddy's kid, spoiled brat of a noble who doesn't even know how to properly swing his sharp piece of metal or put his armor straight. 'This was going to be easy', he thought to himself... ...shortly before a DragonZap, a Firaga, and a Nova reduced him to so much cinder. Make three guesses which three females were chosen to be the judges of Snowe's match again. Bartre: 18 
Milia vs Jean
Eternalspirit Ah, nothing like a little bit of Death to trash another scrubby Suiko PC. Maybe Jean can instead win in a less violent way by winning over the poor girl's heart rather than her dead body.. Milia: 17 
Laguna Loire vs Artur
Tidus Andronicus Some sample odds on this match: 2000:1 - Laguna wins without getting a limit 1000:1 - The DL judges declare GFs legal for the fight 500:1 - The match is called off as both contests go off to view Magical Girl Ghaleon OAVs together 100:1 - The judges declare that the match will be decided by a Dance Dance Revolution constest with "Man with the Machine Gun" looped constantly 50:1 - Artur fails to avoid a limit and is killed 25:1 - Artur fails to avoid a limit and wins anyway 10:1 - Laguna gets lost somewhere and writes a fascinating journal entry on it but forfeits the match 5:1 - Shady destroys Laguna for robbing him of a rightful victory, Artur moves on by default 1:1 - Artur wins without even bothering to switch tomes to get around a limit 1:10 - Laguna gets a leg cramp before the battle starts and forfeits Laguna Loire: 15 Tide
All I Want For Christmas mepmep Necron's moves are based on how many people he's fighting. He's a scary godlike against a team of 4... just think what he is going to do when he fights an entire cast. Good Game CC. Chrono Cross: 29 Necron: 36 Thepanda
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