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Piastol vs Miguel
AndrewRogue You’d think that, after so many seasons, competitors in the DL would have learned never to accept a challenge that wasn’t an all-out brawl. After all, whenever anyone suggested one, they had a huge advantage that was utterly insurmountable by their opponent and ended up crushing them in a humiliating and painful manner. Nevertheless, when Piastol suggested a dance contest to Miguel, he eagerly accepted. He spent the entire week getting back into practice (apparently, it had been a hobby of his back when he was a kid). He went and bought a new outfit and spent the whole day perfecting his break dance routine to the legendary song, Gale. Of course, none of this mattered when Piastol viciously assaulted the unarmed fisherman, beating him into a bloody pulp within moments of walking into the arena. Obviously, the judges were about to disqualify her and hand the match to Miguel, until she explained that she had never said what sort of dance contest it was. The judges remained unconvinced until she further explicated that she had only used her deadly Tempest Dance. Unable to argue that she had technically met her own conditions, she was declared the winner. Miguel would later be noted as tearfully declaring that he would never dance again… Piastol: 50 Lezard Valeth
Brahms vs Emelious de Pamela
superaielman Edge shook his head. Piastol won again. Easily. He had to find someone to stop her in the arena, as everything he had done out of the arena to slow her down, while fun, hadn't affected her fighting skills. He walked into the Godlike arena. Emelious had just beaten Brahms. Yet no one stood by him to congraulate him, besides his sister. He was alone. Friendless. And extremely powerful. Also facing Piastol next week. Edge grinned. He had a plan to deal with the Angel of Death. "Emelious! How would you like to join my inner circle of friends?" --- Piastol broke into a cold sweat the second Edge approched Emelious, and she didn't have any clue why. Guess she didn't learn anything last season. Brahms: 26 SageAcrin
Elc vs Rubicant
Gatewalker Elc was late. It was unusual for Elc to be late for a fight, but Rubicant was sure he had a good reason for it, and was willing to wait. Even if it was a few hours after the match was supposed to start. Over in the judges box, Kyle yawned, "Look, Rubi, can I call you Rubi?" "No." "Er, alright, Rubicant, Elc's a no show. I'm just gonna give you the match and go find some ladies, alright?" "No." Kyle blinked, "Whaddya mean 'no'? You don't want the win?" Resolutely shaking his head, Rubicant found it a bit ironic that he, a villain, was about to give a Queen's Knight a lecture on honor, "I do wish to be victorious. But I want to win the match fairly, and not due to the interference of whatever outside forces are keeping him from the arena. If he does not show today, then I will find him and we will reschedule the match. I will not accept a decision decided by anything other then a fair battle." Groaning about his bad luck to get the one villain in existence with a bigger stick up his ass then most paladins, Kyle just slumped down and silently prayed for Elc to show up soon for the sake of his own sanity. Surely enough, as if by answer to that prayer, the arena doors flew open and Elc began dragging himself in, limping horribly and clearly moving on force of will alone. Stepping forward, Rubicant looked over the injured young man for a moment, and then launched into his favorite pre battle routine, "I see you are injured. Allow me to heal you fully before we begin our match." Smacking Rubicant's hand away, Elc glared up at the fiend of fire, "Back off. I've already had enough of your schemes for one day." Narrowing his eyes, Rubicant demanded, "Explain yourself. I have done nothing to you yet this day, though that will change shortly. But not before you are actually fit to do battle. I will not stain my honor by fighting a crippled man." Elc glowered right back at him, "Yeah right. Your henchman Lugae and a few dozen monsters jumped me in the hall on the way here! What do you and your 'honor' have to say about that, huh?" Hearing this, Rubicant began, well, burning with rage, "Lugae. This is not the first time he has insulted me this way. He will be dealt with, I assure you. But first we have a match to attend to. Now will you accept healing or will you force me to fight you as you are?" Eyeing the fiend carefully, Elc then nodded, "Yeah, go ahead." Finally looking forward to getting this match going, Rubicant waved his hand and invoked his plot powers to fully restore the injured Elc. And then Elc toppled over and stopped moving. "Uh, what?" Having no idea what just happened, Kyle got up from his seat and moved over to check Elc out, looking up at Rubicant with a questioning glare, "I don't know what you did, but that wasn't healing. He's stone cold dead." Staring down at Elc and at his own hands, the normally poised and confident fire fiend could only stammer out, "I...that...that's impossible! I can't just kill someone with a wave of my hand! Even if I could, I would never do such a thing!" "Right, well, possible or not, that looks like exactly what you just did. Got an explanation for this, or am I throwing you out and handing the match to Elc for use of illegal plot powers?" For all that he would have loved to have a good answer, Rubicant could only shake his head in confusion, "I'm afraid I have no answer for you. It may well have been something Lugae did, but that still makes it my responsibility as he is in my service." Calling over a stretcher to take Elc to the infirmary, Kyle nodded, "Well, than I've got no choice but to disqualify you for either interference or illegal use of plot powers. Try to keep a tighter leash on your minions from now on, huh?" Eyes flashing with anger, Rubicant strode out of the arena, "I assure you, a leash will not be necessary." The next day, no one could find hide nor hair of the not-so-good doctor. Nor could anyone find any of the other various minor unranked FF villains that lived in the same general vicinity as the doctor. All there was to see in that entire area was floor to ceiling scorch marks and a very fine layer of ash coating the place. It seems that Rubicant wasn't joking about not needing a leash. An urn or two might have been helpful though. Elc: 37 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
Heat vs Melfice
superaielman Vritra. THe Horn of Valmar. Fire. Earth. Demonic powers. Demonic powers. Pretty boy good looks. Pretty boy good looks. There can be only one result. ..."Wailing SOUL Slash!" Rinoa crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded from Melfice's attack. The yaoi fans lay shattered by Melfice's charge. It was horrible. Pieces of whiny, clingly girls lay scattered about the ring. Rinoa. Shana. Sera. ...The last of which Heat noticed. He charged and tore Melfice apart with a string of Infernal Roars before he could so much as wipe the accursed blood off of Maken Valborg. Heat: 32 SageAcrin
Odin vs Worker 8
Orson Carola The absolute tragedy of this match, and one that Odin is going to learn from here on out, is that against Iron Chefs, the absolute WORST weapon you could ever bring is a spear... Odin, clearly having the time of his life after his upset over Ho-Oh, began by giving everyone in the audience cake and ice cream, which clearly won them over. Worker 8 then entered, but it was noticeably carrying a large box. Piastol, who remembered the last time they tried doing a search of the robot, chose to just let him use what he wants. Odin, miffed at this rule-breaking, charged at the sturdy chef, who was putting on a chef's hat. "You foul creature! I'll end your cooking days! SPIRI-", and Worker 8 grabbed Gungnir out of Odin's hands and pushed the god back. While Odin was recovering from the push, Worker 8 reached into his box and pulled out a bunch of vegetables and meats and threw them into the air towards Odin. Finally, with a mighty heave, Worker 8 threw the spear straight ahead, which hit the tomatoes, lettuce, onions (left over from Peco), beef, olives, and finally, Odin himself, a victim of his own spear, now a shish kabob. This was where the other part of what happened began. While the judges began conferencing about whether to disqualify 8 for outside help, 8 reached into his box and pulled out a rather large grill and seasonings. He began peppering and tenderizing the kabob, all while slicing the former god into pieces for future use. He got done around the time the judges began conferencing. "Alright, we have reached a decision. We hereby state that Worker 8 is in vi...", the main judge got out before Worker 8 served the tray. "Ah thank you!" the judges chimed. After another minute of them eating the Odin-kabobs, they overturned their ruling and gave Worker 8 the win. He now has a trade agreement with Ramus to produce his line of Odin-kabob and business has never been better for both of them. Although, after the ruling, Freya and the Valkyries were a little miffed...the judges' remains have yet to be found. Odin: 30 Browbeat
Cait Sith vs Ephraim
AndrewRogue “Man, I can’t believe you really wanted to come over and hang out like this, Erika,” Reeve said, laughing as he watched the princess and rapier wielding sword girl continued to rack up a massive combo on Freebird (on Expert, no less). He had to admit, he was impressed that she was as good as she was at Guitar Heroes. He was even more impressed that the blue hair beauty had called him out of the blue, asking him if he wanted to come over on Thursday night, order some Chinese and play some music games. How could he refuse an offer like that? After all, it was no secret that the guy had a huge crush on her (and, really, every other sword girl in the RPGDL. But really, they are all pretty much the same). Add in the fact that apparently she shared a lot of his past-times and… She smiled cheerily as she finally completed the song (4 stars!). “Whew, I think it’s your turn now, Reeve!” she said, handing off the video game peripheral she sat down, scooping up her fried rice. “I don’t think you can beat that though!” Reeve couldn’t restrain a boyish smile as he picked one of the fortune cookies off the table and cracked it in two. “Trust me, Erika. I used to spend most of my day cooped up in an office full of evil businessmen. The fact that I had enough free time to control a robotic cat that worked alongside the heroes speaks to how much time I’ve had to waste on things like this.” He could barely take his eyes off the young woman as his fortune fell to the ground, unread and unheeded. “Temptation will lead you astray, as you forget prior commitments…” Ephraim couldn’t help but smile slightly as the judges were finally forced to give up and declare Cait Sith a no-show, awarding the match to the young prince by default. Ephraim’s powerful spear, his swift evasions and his dreaded counter-attacks had gotten him this far. Now it was his exceptionally devoted sister (and a sad and lonely Shinra employee who spent most of his time controlling a robot cat of all things) who carried him through to the next stage of the season. A master of victory in battle, a master of victory in politics and a master of victory in using a sister who would do anything to help you. It’s good to be the prince. Cait Sith: 27 
Tidus vs Kharg
SageAcrin The majestic(?) Big Owl. Combining both airship and dangerous weapon, it was Kharg's trump card in any match. Perhaps calls of interference might be made, but certainly, it was better than losing, wasn't it? Perhaps not. --- Maru was proud. Kharg had told him to get the Big Owl ready for this match, that he might need it. Maru, using conventional wisdom, decided to go out and get a bigger gun as well. And so, Kharg successfully disintegrated himself. You see, Moon Stone Cannons aren't known for being especially good at avoiding friendly fire. Still, ultimately, since Tidus was distintegrated as well-along with a fair deal of the arena, Maru's pretty happy with the results, and has determined that he won't speak to Kharg until Kharg accepts that it's his fault for not aiming well. Considering that a refreshing breeze blew together Tidus and Kharg's ashes, it may be a while before it matters, anyways. Tidus: 34 
Isaac vs Geddoe
SageAcrin Isaac was prepared this time. He'd gotten told exactly what to do before the match. Repeatedly. By Garet. Then he confirmed it with Mia, Felix, several random NPCs and a Djinn before heading into the arena. He would fight his best, this time! There would be no embaressment as before! But why was everyone screaming? ...Hey, wait, how would a Djinn know where... --- "That wasn't nice." Nina the Second noted, as a giggling Deis watched Isaac calmly walk into the women's locker room. "Oh, come on. Doing that to the underdeveloped silent mains is fun. You'd do it too, if you knew as much illusion magic." "I meant to the girls." "Oh. Well, the girls always like the silent mains. I'm sure it'll just end in a catfight." Deis shrugged. "There've been less random pervert assaults lately. They need something to shake them up." She added with a smile. Ultimately, Isaac never made it to the match. However, he does seem to be dating Kasumi now, so it's not all bad. Isaac: 26
Vesper vs Garr Kelvin
SageAcrin It was a frightening battle. Roars shook the arena, blasts of light shattered the night, people fled for their very lives. But in the end, only one man stood triumphant. --- "...I am quite possibly less proud of this than I am having taken orders from Stahn Aileron." Garr noted, as his Charizard Flamethrowered down a Tropius for the win. "Damnit! My strategy was perfect! Everyone had the most powerful attack in existance, Hyper Beam! This isn't possible!" Vesper raged. "Why do we have the guest judge system again? Just remind me." Magus asked, as he stared meaningfully at a capped, silent boy in a judge's box, the cause for the current match. "Theoretically, it promotes interest in the matche-" Teepo began. "Real reason." Magus cut him off. "Oh. High Godlikes are getting really bored with their own matches, so they screw up other people's." Teepo shrugged. "...Makes sense to me." Magus nodded. "Same here." Teepo answered, returning Magus' nod. Vesper: 18 
Samus vs Silmeria Valkyrie
SageAcrin Being an attendant to an...imperious...girl is hard work some times. First, running her bath, then getting her clothes ready, then washing her clothes, guard duty outside the windows to the bathroom to make sure no perverts get in, general cleaning, answering to several random commands from Lilly, finally getting ahold of Reed so you can get to your match, and all this after being kept up all night trying to find the cricket in Lilly's room so she could sleep-at least, that was the theory, and what she called him in for, she really did seem to be snoring all the times he was looking, but always managed to wake him up when he stopped trying-... --- "Why is he asleep?" Silmeria asked, curiously, as Samus snored on his feet. "Lady, you'll be doing him a favor if you beat him up anyways." Reed called out from the crowd. "Recovering from it'll be the first good rest he's gotten in weeks." Silmeria shrugged, and went to work. Samus and Reed really wish they could get job reassignments. Sadly, no one else wants the job of taking care of Lilly. Short of a court martial that no one sane would charge them with, they're going to be by Lilly Pendragon's side a looooong time. But at least, after a match, sometimes they get a break. Samus: 7 
Wiegraf Folles vs Jade Curtiss
SageAcrin Jade Curtiss is a clever tactician, with a string of victories attached. Of course, all the tactics in the world can't save you from getting your face carved up, sometimes. Wiegraf Folles was a swordsman without peer, and, unfortunately for Jade, one without major range concerns. So, Jade did the obvious thing. --- "Guy, you fight." Jade said, simply, as he shoved Guy into the arena. "...Wait, why me!?" "Because you're the one most suited for it, of course." "But that won't count!" "Of course it will. And if it doesn't, you still will have saved an old man great amounts of physical pain, time, trouble and effort." "...how...do you...manage to make helping you sound evil to refuse?" "I don't know what you mean." Ultimately, Wiegraf was too disgusted with the spectacle of watching Jade attempt to talk Guy into fighting in his place, and, sickened, he proceeded to plant a Lightning Stab in the both of them, rendering the question largely moot. Oh well. At least Jade has company in the infirmary. Guy's trying to bribe a nurse to get him out of there. To hell with fear of women, it's Jade we're talking about here. Wiegraf Folles: 36 
Maya vs Caina
Gatewalker Gospel spell to increase Maya's power while protecting her from Caina's attacks - 46mp Life Heal spell to restore her HP and remove any pesky status effects - 22 mp Nailing Caina with a 154800 damage Gospel-empowered Forbidden Rite - 100 Ap Getting to taunt Sharon for choking in the first round while Maya herself makes it to the semifinals - Priceless There are some fights damage can't win. For everything else, there's Mystic Art. Maya: 32
Miranda vs Steena
Dhyerwolf In a hoola-hoop contest! Why Steena agreed to this when she has no hips and Miranda's hips are extremely large for an otherwise typical RPG female? Well, living in as a priestess, she didn't know what a hoola hoop is. At least after losing, she had fun attacking to the still-hoola hooping Miranda with it. Miranda: 31 
Evil Gaia vs Koyu
Dhyerwolf Evil Gaia sighed into his liquor cup. No one showed up to his matches, no one came to his birthday party, no one wanted to be his friend!!! An acidic tear slowly slid down his cheek and into his cup. Of course, without hands, he couldn't even pick up the cup! Suddenly, a boisterous group broke through his depressive wall. The RPGDL Perverts were loudly making fart jokes. An idea suddenly popped up in Evil Gaia's mind. After taking 5 minutes to realize that he actually had an idea for once, Evil Gaia went over and told the group that his next match was being featured as a tentacle monster against a young child! Well, just that like, Evil Gaia got some spectators for his next match. Of course, when the group showed up, they were very disappointed. After all, the young child wasn't a girl! What would be the point? They all left, leaving Evil Gaia to slump to the floor and start crying. He didn't even lift a finger to fight back as Koyu slowly, slowly started to kill him. Up in the bleachers, a shadowy figure sighed in disappointment. Clutching her Airgetlahm, she wished just once that tentacle monster vs young boy could actually happen, if only to sate her own perversion. Evil Gaia: 16 
Cid vs Flonne
Dhyerwolf Flonne believes that the Power of Love is far superior to having to fight, so as always, when the match against Cid started, she ran up to him to hug him. Surely his fighting will would crumble under her wuv! Cid looked upon with fear in his eyes. It wasn't Flonne that he feared, but the aftermath of falling prey to her love! He had already been caught peeping into Rydia's bathroom earlier this week, and now there was an underage girl willing to love him? Why, if he gave in, in public no less, his reputation would be slandered! Determined not to be seen as the dirty old man that he truly was, Cid raised his hammer high and crushed Flonne in the mouth as she rushed him, knocking her out (and knocking out most of her teeth). He did apologize though when it turned out that the both had denture appointments at the same time. Cid: 46 
Korcha vs Viki
Magic Fanatic In one corner, we have a kid fisherman. In the other corner, we have a time-traveling teleporter. This match would have been interesting had Viki not sneezed as the match started. The judges debated a bit on whether the whale that crushed Korcha was interference or a summoned creature, but they eventually decided to give Viki the win, as they finally settled on blaming her Blinking Rune. Viki may have gotten the win, but she also wound up making many a focus group member mad. Any who approached her, though, were found three weeks later in the Forest of Illusion after irritating Viki's allergies. We wouldn't dare go near her for a comment. Korcha: 16 |
