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Perfect Soldier, One Winged Angel, god among men: there is no doubting Sephiroth’s power and prowess. But after five successive wins, this may finally be the week Sephiroth meets his equal. Another Final Fantasy endboss, another angelic figure, another mind undeniably warped and twisted... Sephiroth shares many similarities with his forerunner. But in the end, the demented and flawed Kefka won’t be able to stand up to perfection. Sephiroth’s Shadow Flares will rip the fragile Kefka to shreds, and Wall will stop Kefka’s mad assault in its tracks. |
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Kefka and Sephiroth have been the subject of many a debate, but this is their first meeting in the ring. Of course, Kefka will approach this fight with the same attitude as always: cocky, insane, and not caring about anything besides random destruction. He'll be hurling his trademark Havok Wings with reckless abandon in this match, switching to his trusty Revenger only when his successor tries to be sneaky and uses Wall. Chaos and Ultimecia both tried and failed, but the madman clown is ready to take down Sephiroth and prove himself the greatest of Final Fantasy villains. |
RadLink5 Sephiroth stepped into the arena, confident that he would win. He was after all the "Perfect Solider". Of course he wanted to be safe from any rigging of the contest, so he hired mercenaries to guard over any possible places where an attack on Sephiroth could be made. Upon entering the arena, Sephiroth noticed Kefka had a grin on his face. Sephiroth wondered what was making Kefka smile at a time like this but none-the-less charged towards Kefka for his opening attack. He was about to strike when Vergil appeared from Kefka's side of the arena (the side of the arena that the mercenaries didn't feel a need to guard due to the horrible smell of Kefka's gym socks in the locker room) and smashed into a surprised and stunned Sephiroth. "Oh, I probably should have told you, the 5 people you beat in a row so far got permision to join the fight." Kefka said grinning ear-to-ear as Ultimecia, Zio, Yunalesca, and Chaos all appeared in front of Sephiroth. "I won't fight a 6 on 1, GUARDS, Kill the weaklings!" Upon hearing Sephiroth's order his mercenaries began a fight with Sephiroth's victims. While Kefka was enjoying the mass havoc, Sephiroth thought of a plan. He snuck around the crater that was his guards getting beat on by Godlikes and went around Kefka. Kefka was to busy watching the destruction to notice Sephiroth standing right behind him readying his sword for one final attack. Sephiroth lifted his sword into the air, preparingto smash it down and then... "LIGHTNING BLADE!" Sephiroth was lying unconcious on the ground. Behind him, in the shadows, was the Swordsman who had hit him. Kefka, who had been faking his ignorance to Sephiroth being right behind him, turned around and chuckled to the Swordsman "Excellent work! You waited for him to let down his guard and focus all his attention to his attack so you could finish him in one blow just like I told you. I love it when a plan comes together." "Indeed. Using the people Sephiroth had beaten as a way for his guards to not notice me coming in was a clever tactic." "Yes, now let's see if everyone calls me crazy! Wha ha ha! WHAHAHAHAHA!" Kefka said hysterically. "Not to interupt this moment of crazed laughter but about my payment." "HAHA..haha...ha?' Kefka's smile slowly turned into an expression of horror "............. Your....... payment?" "Yes." Kratos said stepping out of the shadows "You said for doing this I would be in the tournament next season." Kefka looked around frantically "Erm... well, yes, about that... I can't really give you a spot in next season's tournament." Kratos had an angry expression on his face as he drew his sword. Kefka, now sweating like a pig, said with a wavering voice "Now let's not do anything rash. We can work this out. How about I make up for your payment with a box of Twinkies?" "SUPER-DEMON-VICTORY-LIGHTNING-THRUST-CANNON!!!" Kratos shouted as he unleashed a huge combo on Kefka, killing him. The judges looked at each other with shocked expressions. "Well now they're both dead. Who wins?" said one. "Well neither of them killed each other so we can't determine it like that..." said another. "Well Sephiroth DID die first." said the last judge. "Yeah," said the first judge "I like that logic. Now let's go to lunch." So it was decided, Kefka was the winner. The moral of the story? Keep smelly gym socks in your DL locker room. Sephiroth: 36 gasman
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