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Yuna vs Yuri Volte Hyuga
Imperial Whether it be Holy or it be Pain Yuna will definately win the game. It's a shame it's a shame That Yuri will be slain. Yuna: 55 Barubary
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Lede vs Zelos Wilder
SageAcrin Life had been good to Zelos. Mostly. He'd gotten a match in the season he was born to fight in, Season XXX. With incredible haste, he had quickly tracked down his mojo(Still held by one remarkably-popular-with-the-ladies-for-no-reason-he-could-understand Guido Mogay.), had himself transformed back into the hot, awesome lady's man he truly was, and fought and...fought his way to the top. That was the problem. Fought. All these hot hunnies, these lucious ladies, and he...had killed two ugly men and slashed down one cute girl. He hadn't had a chance to show his true charms to the world. But now, here, was his chance! A cold, yet beautiful, assassin! Someone his incredible masculine charms could thaw! He'd never met a woman he couldn't crack, and this wouldn't be the first. --- *Four days before the match.* Two people stared at each other warily across their table at the Cuisine de Chocobo. Anyone who happened to notice the two of them may have seen what was coming. But, then, they may not. Regardless, a fate was sealed when these two sat down at the same table. "A propsal?" "Certainly. You aid me in this, and my organization will help you in whatever you wish. Once. And no more." "Hmmm. I'm listening." *Four days later.* Zelos walked into the arena with the cocky stride that made women swoon. He was in fine form, his flowing locks blowing in the wind, his graceful pace bringing cheers from the more shallow women in the crowd. Then Lede entered the arena. Wearing lingerie. The crowd was stunned silent. Lede? A cold-blooded near-demon assassin? Wearing scanty clothes? Zelos was unphased. "Ooooooh, hunny. You knew I was going to be here, so you decided to distract me with your brilliant physique? I'm impressed, most women aren't that clever." Zelos said, grinning. He knew this was going to work. Lede smiled slightly, walked up to Zelos, and kissed the hell out of him. As Zelos embraced her, she whispered one simple sentence. "My master has told me to crush you completely. He has given me a second chance after being forced to combat him, and I will not fail." Zelos wasn't given time to respond, as Lede kissed him again, more passionately. Then turned into her Ultima Demon form. Still wearing lingerie. Still kissing him. In a powerful embrace he could not break. As he struggled, magical energy encircled one of Lede's hands, as she plunged it into Zelos' chest. Wresting his mojo from him once again. "You won't be needing this." Lede added, as Zelos crumpled to the ground, stunned. "Or that." She finished, chanting the spell that would turn Zelos into a woman. "Now, to find Elmdor and see if this is enough to allow me to return to his service." She said coolly, as she walked out of the arena. Oblivious to the dozens of males still retching due to the sight of an Ultima Demon french kissing a man. --- "Very good, Lede." Elmdor said, nodding. "I believe this is what you wanted?" "More." Yuiri said. "Zelos is in therapy; Maybe in a few months, he'll stop claiming he's Maya Schrodinger. I have the mojo to hold over his head when he does. And not only have I paid him back for his hitting on my clansmembers, but also for treating me as an afterthought in battle. Having to aid you at some point is a small price to pay." She finished, smiling. "Very well. Now leave." Elmdor said. "...fine." Yuiri finished. As she left, she laughed. "Now, to go about ridding the world of a foolish Marquis. Alma Kinnan would never help that fool, but double-crossing evil in order to defeat evil seems pretty reasonable." She set about tracking down the one person that could aid her easily. --- "...What!? No! Stay away!" Elmdor said, backing away. "...Master Elmdor?" Lede said, showing a slight trace of emotion-puzzlement-for the first time in years. "What is wrong?" "You...wearing..." Elmdor, unable to handle the horror anymore, passed out. "...Yuiri said to come here as quickly as possible, in order to more quickly follow your orders, so I did." The Ultima Demon looked down at her(?) lingerie-clad form. "Now I see that she had another agenda." Lede smiled slightly-a fearsome sight on a demon. "Of course, I have no objections to it. After all, disposing of my master means Celia and I will be our own masters, once more..." Lede: 56 Namagomi
SuperSmash Master
Alanna82
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Lilka Eleniak vs Lucca Ashtear
Sei The crowd sat stunned as they watched the carnage in the ring. They had expected two gentle mage girls fight their hearts out in silent yet cute determination. They had expected two mage girls to reach a stage of undress or general raunchiness due to the theme of this season. They had expected something like Sailor Moon meets Girls Gone Wild. Instead, what played out was more akin to Mortal Kombat meets Fist of the North Star. Pieces of bone and clumps of brain matter covered the ring as a blood-drenched and wild-eyed Lilka straddled Lucca and not so gently smashed her Black Queen against the scientist's head. The now partially brain-dead Lucca convulsed and babbled incoherently in response as a parasol harder than any baseball bat ever created fractured her skull even further. What could have caused such a thing? --- "AAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!" a figure clad in armor laughed as audience around him continued to watch the match in shock. "Yes, my pupil! That's the spirit! Use the rage stored from years of losses and perverts!!! Show them what you have learned from our two week's of anger management training!!! And teach that little pig what it means to humiliate Luca Blight AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Lilka Eleniak: 67
Sheena Fujibayashi vs Wakaba
SageAcrin The finals. A time of epic struggle, a time of incredibly passionate battle, a time where only one can come out triumphant. A time where two women can clash together. Wearing the sturdiest of parka. Sheena, with the foresight of the ninja who has had to put up with a pervert, talked Wakaba into it. After all, who could possibly care about two women wearing heavy winter clothes? Neither one would be at risk from showering cream or slashing blades, and a fight until first blood was civilized enough, and challenging enough when both wore clothes that thick and wielded fists and cards respectively. They should have known better. --- Sheena laughed. Her swift fighting had done it this time. The cut on Wakaba's cheek was small, but it was enough. She had won. "Congratulations, Sheena, Light Champion!" A call from the judges box was heard, as the crowd cheered. "Unfortunately, the doors seem to be stuck closed, and the heaters are on full blast. We are investigating this phenomena, and rest assured, you will most likely be able to leave the arena within a day." The voice finished, as the crowd cheered louder. "...uh. Sheena. How much are you wearing under the heavy clothes?" Wakaba said glumly. "...probably as much as you are. Oh, this is just great." Sheena said, sighing. "We might as well try to hold out until just before heatstroke gets us. But you know that crowd will wait." "...Angelo, you are a magnificent bastard." Geppetto said, from the judges box next to Angelo. "I don't know what you are talking about. It was simply a stroke of bad luck for those two." Angelo said, smiling, as he sipped some of the lemonade he had brought in with him. Sheena Fujibayashi: 48 SuperSmash Master
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Nightmare on Elmdor Street Silverlocke980 Unfortunately for both Elmdor and Beatrice, they were fighting the one person who has experience against both undead monstrosities of the physical realm and dream spirits: Alice Elliot. Between fighting zombies in the plains of China to duking it out with Atman in Yuri's mind, Alice has had vast experience with the undead. So it should come as no surprise that, when Elmdor showed up, she promptly pasted him with an Advent, disintegrating his unholy form. And when Beatrice appeared in her dreams, Alice simply laughed at the castle she'd forged and blasted her away with another Advent, falling back into peaceful dreams involving Yuri and chocolate ice cream. (Even Alice gets to dream.) For those wondering at her utter lack of fear in the face of Beatrice's mind-warping illusions, consider this. She's been inside Yuri's *mind*. What could possibly be scarier than that? On a side-note, the other girls never even noticed what was going on and slept peacefully throughout the night. Beatrice: 26 Elmdor: 16 Girls: 34 0.0
The True Horrors of All Hallows' Eve SageAcrin The skies opened up and an unholy rain of fire fell. Hell's skiing season had finally arrived. Zidane and Sten finally were successful with women for more than five minutes without horrific reprecussions. And, finally, the universe ended in a spectacular explosion. In it's place was a copy of Super Hydlide, for it had decided that this form was superior to the one it had formerly. All of this was so easily avoided. Only one thing needed to not be said. Thankfully, options exist, and not all universes had to end up like this one... --- "Brahne-MOS, this committe declares you the most se-...heheh...ahahahaha....haaaahahahahahaha, okay, I can't even say it to spare your feelings. Or for the sarcasm value." Piastol said, wiping away tears. "Brahne, you have been declared the most hideous person here. This was the actual contest. You win. And lose. The check's in the mail." Piastol finished, still laughing. "Ahhh, I haven't had this much fun in ages." --- Edge shuddered. "What's wrong?" Rydia said, smiling at Edge from within her...oddly scanty...Black Mage outfit. "I just got the feeling that something terrible...almost happened. Like someone calling Brahne sexy or Zidane awesome or something." Edge said, shivering again. "Has to be my imagination. No one would ever say anything like that." Edge finished, gulping down his punch. "Ever." Zidane: 8 Badrach: 15 Chu-Chu: 4 Brahne: 27 Shana: 5 Charmles: 6 Melbu Frahma: 6 Sten: 5 SuperSmash Master
Season XXX Games-Part 2 Silverlocke980 There are a few universal truths within the realm of the RPGDL. One of these is Zidane and the utter unluck he possesses. Another is Ghaleon's proud streak of smashing newcomers to Godlike. The final... Is BITGOYSWB. They've turned everything, even losing, into an art form. And they, hard-rocking, head-banging, song-loving madmen that they are, are supposed to *listen* when somebody tells them they can't crash the party? Team BITGOYSWB, followed by an army of raging fans (which included, as a short list, all the Ryus, Thunder God Cid, Kefka, and a poorly disguised Sephiroth), broke into the arena and promptly slaughtered the competition. Literally. You see, each team got one division that they excelled in, one sport. Team BITGOYSWB, viewing this as exceedingly fair and quite laudable, decided to follow tradition. Too bad no one else could win the "Army of Fans" battle. That may have been due to a *lack* of fans, but really. Who's paying attention in the RPGDL to these things? (On a side-note, Lezard Valeth did survive, as did the rest of Team Stalker. Running towards the object of your affections has the side-effect of making one very good at running *away* from hordes of murderous, raging rock fans.) Team Villianess: 6 Team Love: 19 Team Stalkers: 15 Team Manly: 6 BITGOYSWB: 28 Lezard Valeth
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