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Silverlocke980 Wakka never did realize that Sephiroth's team had never disbanded. Sephiroth, feeling Wakka wasn't really up to his level of power, was talking and making jokes about the upcoming match with his party (and a party was new to the SOLDIER; he couldn't ever remember having anyone else on the main menu with him, with the one-time exception of Clou- I mean, Zack) when Strago suggested a rebuttal. Strago didn't have anything to do, and he and Sephiroth were agreed that FFX sucked... so why not have some fun? Strago never realized the brilliant idea that hit Artea at that moment. Though Strago was suggesting a random stand-in (he was thinking Kefka or maybe Yuri Hyuga), Artea had a better idea. And he told it to Chisato, his new best friend. The laughter could be heard everywhere throughout the DL. Thus it was that bootlegged copies of Chisato Madison's latest documentary, "Possibly Gay Heroes in RPGs", detailing Wakka's surprising (considering Lulu's... "assets") reluctance to so much as *approach* Lulu, and his warm-hearted welcome to Tidus at first sight. Though this documentary ignores the "he-looks-like-my-brother" argument, the "she-was-grieving-and-so-was-I" argument, and even the "She's-my-brother's-girl-dammit!" argument, it purported itself as "truth" and was released to the public. Wakka hung himself the following day, for so many doujinshis had been made involving him and/or Tidus/Auron/Kimahri/all at once (which made even the tentacle-happy Ultros wince) that he could no longer enjoy marital relations with his life. Even Ghaleon thought it was rather harsh. Considering he is the subject of the sequel, "Possily Gay Villains" (wherein Timelord donated several more bootleg copies of Magical Girl Ghaleon and a second Magical Emperor remix), however, his opinion is probably biased. Did we say that Chisato, Strago, Sephiroth, and Artea all found the whole thing very funny and laughed about it over wine? Sephiroth: 105 Lurking Registered User
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SageAcrin Sometimes, a whip isn't enough. However, harnessing the full power of fanboys of any whip wielder can often do wonders in a match. Granted, grabbing Zidane out of the audience and using him to beat Galcian until he was disgusted into leaving may not be the most noble way to win, but hey, it works. Zidane's actually proud of the event, too. It's not every day he can say a pretty woman with a whip spent some time with him. Lucia: 36 CmdrKing By silent consent, the match between Chris and Seed became a contest of pure swordsmanship. No runes, no armor, skill against skill alone. It was an epic duel. For three hours, the combatants tested their mettle, blades flashing, their motions resembling a dance more than anything, the pair could hardly be contained in the arena, and soon went into the city, the wilderness, everywhere. Every master of the blade in the League was in tears at this impressive display, and even now movies are in the works to capture the sheer beauty of it all. But at last the duellers returned to the arena, fatigued but still fighting with a passion not seen in the craft. But soon, Seed could no longer maintain his form. The somewhat older man fumbled slightly, and seeing her chance, Chris struck, sending the man's blade flying out of sight. With Seed knelt in defeat, the winner was declared. None were certain how such a serious and wholesome display managed to take place that day, but few will soon forget it. Chris Lightfellow: 62 SageAcrin
Lurking Registered User "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "BoltX!" "Night Sword!" "Bolt(cough)X!" "Night Sword!" "Bolt...X!" "Night Sword!" "...Bolt...(cough)!" "Night Sword!" "I (cough) give (hack) up!" ------------------------------------- After the match, Orlandu revealed the real secret to victory: Night Sword's healing cured the sore throat you get from shouting your attack moves over and over. Jade had turned down the post-battle healing, instead opting for a month's supply of throat lozenges... Orlandu, Cidolfas: 70 legendaryflyingfailure
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SageAcrin Maria is a pretty girl with many phallic weapons. Barubary is a shelled, long tailed monster with lots of hooked claws and a generic evil demeanor. Everyone knows how this is going to end up, right? Of course, The Demon Awakens 4: Barubary Strikes! ended up a horrible B-movie, and ruined Maria's acting career, but at least she goes on to the next round. Barubary: 36 UltraDude Two words sum up the match between Dryst and Ultros: Imp. Song. That said, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico! Dryst: 19 mga052000@utdallas.edu
Maxmagnus20019 Cliff: MAX SHOCKWAVE! Marle: *heals* Cliff: MAX SHOCKWAVE! Marle: *heals* Cliff: MAX SHOCKWAVE! Marle: *has no more MP* Cliff: MAX SHOCKWAVE! Marle: X_X Marle (Nadia Guardia): 37 RedMage001
CmdrKing For a war of Unstoppable Force and Immovable Object, Valter and Wren's match had really worked up the crowd. Perhaps it was Wren's seemingly risky attacks, or the sheer speed and fury of Valter's lance-work, or Valter's almost unending taunts, trying to get under the android's skin. Unsuccessfully of course. Finally, Valter decided to make one last, decisive pass at his adversary. This time, the taunt struck a little closer to home. "Perhaps after my victory I'll look up this Demi. A child with energy will be just the ticket after this boring contest." The results were somewhat unexpected, to put it mildly. As all of Wren's cavities and other compartments began to open up, the rest of the Phantasy Star IV cast quietly exited the arena and fled for dear life. Very soon it was encased in a glowing green dome of pure energy. Then it exploded. The ultimate android technique; Positron Ultima. When it all faded, Wren calmly acknowledged his victory and walked off to recharge, oblivious to the general wreckage aroud him. As for Valter? Well, a crack team of mysterious cloaked medics are working on reconstituting his disintirated particles now. Of course, it'll be months until they get it right, but its the thought that counts. Valter: 27 SageAcrin An empty, lonely arena. Well, except for the devoted Forde fanclub over on his side of things, who were cheering and waving banners, a group of squalling, happy fangirls. Mieu had no one. Even her castmates had left her in favor of visiting Sephiroth's match. Mieu, seeing this, knew what she had to do. Forde wouldn't stand a chance. There would be no stopping her. --- Mieu sighed, as she lounged in the bathtub. It had taken so long to get the blood out of her hair, too. But it had been worth it to rip apart those annoying girls. Sure, she had to default the match, but Forde, mounted and in heavy armor as he was, had no chance of reaching her before she had crushed the annoying, squealing girl's faces with her claws and ripped out their throats. Satisfaction comes in many forms. Sometimes, to win, you must lose. Of course, due to magical revival, it wouldn't be a lasting victory, but you can't have everything, can you? Mieu: 25 Lurking Registered User Rina decided to look to the tarot to determine the outcome of her fight. Unfortunately, there are certain physical difficulties in reading tarot cards in gale force winds like those produced by, say, a tornado caused by a rapidly spinning swordsmsn. Rina never came down in time for the match and was disqualified. Rina: 27 Gatewalker
SageAcrin An empty arena. Well, not quite empty... "Where is everyone?" Paulette said, staring up at the empty stands. "How am I supposed to know?" Taloon said, shrugging. "Hmmm? You didn't know?" Maru called down. "They're holding Sephiroth's match at the same time as Paullette's and Mieu's." "...I thought they didn't do that!" Paulette yelled up at Maru. "Since it means you end up with no one coming to the other matches! And why are you here, if that's going on?" "Well, the popular theory is that the people that schedueled the matches didn't care about you." Maru said, shrugging. "And I'm here because I hate big crowds, and you're fighting, Paulette." "In that order, hmmm?" Taloon called up. "Well, I mean, she is kinda grumpy and all, but it's better than sitting around doing nothing..." "That's ridiculous! It has to be some mistake!" Paulette said, stunned. "I kinda doubt it. See, they printed it on the matchups here. Look; 'Paullette and Mieu's matches have been placed at a time of optimal arena time-sharing convenience due to lack of fans. Judges will review tapes at a later time to determine the matches' winners.'." "..." Paulette said, staring blankly. "Hmmm. You know, I bet there's a big crowd at Sephiroth's match...a big, rich crowd..." Taloon said, shouldering his pack. "You win, Paulette!" He said, running out of the arena. "It worked!" Maru said, laughing. "...Wait, you made that up so he'd leave?" Paulette said, starting to smile. "Oh, no, that's true enough about the match. But I figured it'd get rid of him, so you could win. After all, you can't always be fighting nobodies no one cares about, right? I'm sure that mentioning your name as the one no one cared about was just a coincidence, you have to eventually fight someone people care about, right?" Maru babbled happily. "Besides, Sephiroth's probably going to lose to Wakka anyways, and then they can't hold his matches across from yours anymore! You should see Wakka! He has this great status ball attack! It's almost as good as my arrows! And..." "...Maru?" "Uh-huh?" "Shut up." Paulette said, fuming, as she walked out of the arena. "What? Did I say something wrong?" Maru said, puzzled. --- "You know, they were going to have a bad enough time anyways. Why did you threaten the comittee into both making their matches end up across from Sephiroth's and giving them absolutely no knowledge of it?" Chisato said, puzzled. She'd tracked the trail of this story for days, figuring it would lead to a good scoop. When she learned who had done such a thing, she knew she was right. "Well, it's a long story." Guido Kandori said, chuckling. "Suffice it to say, if they won't have me around, why should I make it easy for the boring ones?" "Not to mention, there is a certain...unfairness to them getting consideration in the league, while better, more fit fighters don't." Elyon said calmly. "And a few of us have decided to set things right." Blue said grimly... Paulette: 34 Grefter Once again the other members of the Disciplinary Committee to understand being cool far better than Seifer could ever possibly imagine. Raijin lost this week much to the glee of his adoring fans everywhere, he new how to keep it absolutely chilled. He lost to a housewife with access to only a hand full of low level spells. It takes so much talent to do that. Meanwhile Seifer went ahead and won and got mocked by everyone in attendance. At the after party Seifer was all decked out in his eyeliner and lipstick but no one cared, he won and yet he is still a bigger loser than Raijin, because Raijin knows what it takes to be cool. Raijin: 32 Caius
Grefter You really don't want to know what it was that Sigurd did to earn that slap. Wasn't much of a match since no one even turns up to Crono Cross characters matches these days. There was some candles, a nice dinner and some Barry White. Sigurd won technically when Leena stomped out of the arena after slapping him. In an unrelated noted, today Poshul came out of the closet. Sigurd: 45 Sei (A few thousand feet above the DL Arena, aboard the Falcon, a scene straight out of a love story played out...) Rinoa stepped out to the deck of the airship, her pristine blue dress dancing in the cool gale that whipped the hull of the Falcon. Pushing away a few stray strands of hair from her mouth, she walked over to the bow, where a man wearing a black jacket stood. "Hello, Squall." Rinoa said, her voice bubbling like fine champagne with each word, "They said you might be out here." Squall looked back at her, with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. He reached one hand towards the young sorceress while the other lifted a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Give me your hand. Now close your eyes." While a little wondering and hesitant, Rinoa did so, and she felt the roguish mercenary lead her up the bow. "Go on, step up." he said. "Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed. Don't peek." "I'm not." Rinoa responded, as she felt the full force of the fierce gales buffet her body. Continuing to guide her with his hands, Squall gently pushed Rinoa forward. "Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed." And then, after she did so, he spoke again. "Do you trust me?" "I trust you." she said, with nary a trace of doubt in her voice. And then Squall pushed her off the ship. "I'm flying, Squall! I'm flyiiii..." As Squall dispassionately watched her disappear in the clouds below, a voice spoke from behind. "You enjoy that far too much, you know" Seifer said with a chuckle. "Whatever." Squall responded, his usual uncaring expression back in place. (Meanwhile, down in the DL Arena, a long, boring match was finally coming to an end.) "Will you finally submit to my beauty and strength, samurai?" Melody laughed as she watched Cyan's struggling form. His pathetic sword techniques had been utterly useless in the face of her barriers, and while her Eliminate Scanner was unimpressive, it had slowly taken its toll upon the old man. "Nay, foul demoness!" The Doman Knight spat out along with a glob of blood. "Whilst I admit thou art powerful indeed, thy beauty is but a false facade, hiding thine ugliness within!" When those words were uttered, Melody snarled "Then die in misery, you wre- What the hell was that!?" Both duellers looked up, wondering where the high-pitched sound was coming from. As they did so, they saw a tiny speck that was gradually getting bigger. "...iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" And thus, Rinoa landed on Cyan with a loud crash. A crash loud enough to wake up the sleeping judges, in fact. Taking a quick glance at the ring, they noted the standing Melody, the knocked out Cyan, and the very illegal third dueller who was also in the ring. Having missed all of the prior events, this was obviously a clear disqualification for Melody. And so, the judges ruled that Cyan advances, and they left the arena to catch up to their naps, leaving an exasperated and fuming Prophet. "Ooog... what happened?" Rinoa said, woozily as she got up. "It feels like I fell off an airship..." And with a wordless scream, Melody wailed on Rinoa, forsaking her Eliminate Scanners for a more hand-to-hand approach. To this day, they're still trying to put Rinoa back together again. Cyan Garamonde: 43 Tide
Lurking Registered User Zell was actually smart enough to challenge Nina to a hot-dog-eating contest, bypassing such problems as his inability to use GFs or drawn spells for the Arena match. Sadly, he was *not* smart enough to restrain himself before the match, and was found lying bloated and passed out on a table, mouth crammed full of half-eaten hot dogs, having done his darnedest to eat the entire supply reserved for the contest. While she made valiant attempts to rouse Zell for the match, it was fruitless. Eventually Nina waited for the contest start, daintily nibbled a chunk of hotdog that had flown off in Zell's haste and been somewhat salvagable, and won with a score of 0.2 to 0. Nina Wyndia: 53 Caius
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Lurking Registered User It was bad enough that Mukumuku had drawn Red Wizard for his opponent. But Red Wizard had mistaken Mukumuku's cape for a Red Wizard's garment, assumed the squirrel to be wearing it as some kind of trophy, and gone completely nutters. After several minutes of Red Wizard chasing Mukumuku around the ring and waving his sword like a madman, Mukumuku gave up on winning the match and called on the rest of the squirrel squad, who proceeded to blindside the wizard with a folding chair to the head. Sure Mukumuku was disqualified, but he was going to lose anyway, and he now has a brand new Protect Cape! Mukumuku: 12 sirkasiro@hotmail.com
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