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Luther Lansfeld vs Chaos
legendaryflyingfailure Luther's soul advantage in a fight is that he fights on a theoretical plane that doesn't exist. Choas does this as well. Chaos was defeated by the mighty warriors of light. Heroes among heroes and powerfull beyond imagination weilding aracne powers and ancient martial art techniques. Luther was beaten by beaten by a cliche japanese boy with blue hair who talked so slow he sounded retatarded, A BDSM military comander, a blonde moron, A circus dancer a psychopathic ninja, A teenaged girl...do you see my point here? Luther Lansfeld: 38 
Orlandu, Cidolfas vs Myria
Gatewalker Orlandu wasn’t pleased with his latest match. Once again, he had reached the semi-finals with ease only to come up against an opponent that he simply couldn’t beat. Sighing in resignation, the man called Thunder God Cid poured himself a glass of wine as he thought of how to get out of this match without losing face. After all, getting pasted all over the arena was most certainly not his style. * * * Walking into the practice yard, Orlandu found the woman he was looking for, “Ah, Marisa my dear, how lovely to see you again. You seem to be in fine form today.” Not even turning her eyes away from the training dummy she was carving up, Marisa shook her head fiercely, “No. Not a chance, Orlandu.” Cid was taken a bit aback, “But you haven’t even...” “Don’t care. I can win my match. If you can’t win yours, that’s your problem. Absolutely nothing you can say will get me to agree to any scheme that involves Myria. No way, no how.” Ignoring Orlandu’s further protests, Marisa went back to hacking apart the dummy. Sighing again, Cid turned around and left. It wasn’t like he only had one idea, after all. * * * “…” Ryu the Third shrugged as T.G. Cid broached an idea to him. He didn’t have any real objections, but… “No! Absolutely not!” Nina crossed her arms and set her foot down firmly, “I will not have you dragging Ryu into some idiotic plan to embarrass Myria. We have enough trouble with her as it is, we don’t need you dragging us into more.” Rei was also opposed to interfering in this match, “Don’t that just beat all, a Godlike champion afraid to get beat. Find some pride and just take your loss like a man already.” Not one to take being mocked by his lessers lightly, Orlandu began reflexively reaching for Excalibur, only to stop when Ryu narrowed his eyes and began to stand. Not wanting to pick this fight right now, Cid moved his hand away from his sword and turned to leave, “Very well. Then it seems we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good-day.” He still had another idea, after all. * * * Making his way to a rather seedy bar that was favored by many of the more…lower class duelists, Orlandu found his the woman he would need for this idea to work, “Piastol, my dear. What would you say if I told you that I could ensure your participation in the next season? In exchange for one small favor, of course.” Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Piastol smirked, “I’d say you’d have used that pull to make sure you didn’t end up in a season with Myria as returning champ. But go on, let’s hear your favor old man, I could use a laugh or two.” Cid clenched his teeth in anger. This was the last straw. Being refused was mildly irritating, being refused and insulted was enough to put him in an ill mood, but he was enough of a gentleman to not allow such a thing to make him lose his temper. But now being mocked? No, this was too much for a knight’s pride to bear. Quickly drawing his sword, Orlandu raised it high above his head…then crumpled into a heap from Piastol’s quick casting of Eternum. * * * Waking up the next morning in the DL’s infirmary, Cid thought over the events of the day before with a bit of surprise. He didn’t let his temper run away with him like that. While attempting to puzzle out what could possibly have caused him to act in such a vulgar manner, he reached for the newspaper and the bottle of wine next to his bed, apparently brought in as a gift from a concerned fan. What he saw in the headlines made him rip the paper in half. T.G. Cid starts barroom brawl, gets killed in 10 seconds! Thanks to this, he was likely the laughingstock of the entire League! Now there was only one way to salvage his pride. He had to with that match, no matter the odds! * * * Turns out that didn’t work so well for him. Within a couple of minutes Myria had ripped his head off, stuck it on the Excalibur, and started using his hair to paint pretty pictures on the wall with his own blood. Turns out she’s a pretty good artist too. Up in the stands, Edge was almost crying with laughter, “Oh man! It’s amazing how much trouble you can get a guy into just by slipping some testosterone supplements in his wine and printing up a fake newspaper! This is great, eh Yuri?” Burying his head in his hands, Yuri groaned, “Why? Why, Edge? When he finds out, I’m not saving you. I hope you know that.” Edge just shrugged, “How’s he going to find out? And besides, it’s Orlandu, I need a reason? Hey, check it out, I think she’s painting a rabbit down there.” Yuri rolled his eyes and got up, “Ugh. I’m outta here.” Orlandu, Cidolfas: 41 Lurking Registered User
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Kanon vs Malik Benedict
SageAcrin Kanon. Marvel of modern science that she is, her cybernetic eye can easily trace the fastest of movements, instantly striking down the fastest of foes. No, no one could possibly ever defeat the purest height of her tracking systems. ...though, it never comes across in battle. I mean, it lets her find tall towers easier, but... ... Wait, that's a plot power, then, isn't it? --- "Yes, it is." Kanon nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry, then, we're going to have to disqualify you." Beatrix said. "It's okay, I understand. But you didn't expect me to let the lunatic that wants to sleep with his mother to beat me, did you?" Kanon shrugged, as she left the arena, the loser. "Say, is that his spleen?" "I think that's his nose." "His nose?" "Did you miss the part where he turned it inside out?" "Where's his liver?" "I think Kanon had most of it on her boot." The judges, satisfied with their ruling, proceeded to the more important matter of determining what exactly was left of Malik. Kanon: 43 slytherinssilversnake@hotmail.com
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Emily vs Nina Wyndia
superaielman It's a battle of epic panty shots. One flies, one kicks high. One is crimson, one's hair is missing. One can punch real hard, one can blow you apart. One's wearing shorts, one's skirt is short. One will be running, screaming, embarassed that she gave a free view. One will be laughing, for she walked into a battle of perversion equipped with suitable clothing. A winner is Emily, a loser is the princess. Don't worry though- flashing the crowd will get Nina lots of male interest. Emily: 70
Marisa vs Mog
Gatewalker The arena was packed to capacity for this semifinals match, which would be fought not with blades but with opera, an epic love story told through music and dance. Mog was dressed in his best tuxedo, Marisa looked stunning in her new dress, and even Maestro Cornelio and his DoReMi elves were dressed for the occasion. The lights dimmed, the music began, and the pair started to dance. It was a dance of splendor, a heartbreaking performance that would be remembered through the ages. The crowd melted at Mog’s courtship of the noble Marisa, they wept at her plight, forced to chose between love and duty, they cried with outrage at her father’s cruel banishment of the moogle who would dare to woo his daughter, they were moved by the struggle of the two lovers who had to transcend the barriers of race to find true love. Then they were shocked and appalled as Ultros tried to drop and anvil on Marisa’s head during the climactic scene. Hey, he just couldn’t resist, you know? Didn’t turn out too well for him though, Marisa had somehow managed to hide her sword under the dress and sliced the anvil clean in half as it came for her. Ultros took that as his cue to make a hasty exit, but didn’t get very far. More than a few other Godlikes, including his employer Mr. Nanjo, were quite enjoying the show and most displeased with the interruption. Ultimately the judges decided that it did not count as interference, and allowed the dance to continue. Marisa still won by the slightest of margins though, apparently the anvil cutting trick impressed the judges quite a bit, as did her subsequent working the whole incident into the story. Mog was quite impressed as well, and had no regrets with losing this one. He even managed to get Marisa’s number. In other news, Edgar was later seen getting fitted for a moogle suit while mumbling something about moogles getting all the chicks. Marisa: 52 
Bowman Jean vs Berserk
Lurking Registered User Bowman's began his dreaded 'Wall of Pills' strategy, spamming small, quick attacks to continuously flinch Belselk out of his own attacks and prevent the metal demon from closing to melee. Belselk, being a hulking metal demon, forgot to flinch, loosened the slack on his ball and chain, and proved that he could do ranged nearly as well as melee. The iron ball hurtled right through Bowman's 'wall,' and, trailing flames and poisonous fumes from the various chemicals the pharmacist stocked his wares with, proceeded to sail unhindered through Bowman's skull as well. "Physician, heal thyself," grunted the demon, and snorted to himself in laughter as he stomped out of the ring. Bowman Jean: 33 Mathias
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Galleon vs Shante
Djinnandtonic Much to the chagrin of the aged warrior, Galleon was surprised to find out this week's Light matches were to be decided by taking the votes from the American people, here on "American Idol: RPG division." Despite the hardened veteran's best efforts on the piano, Shante's sexy rendition of the "Pina Colada" song won her top marks from all three judges. The meanest of the judges, in his most heavily-accented voice, had only this to say about Galleon's performance: "More Pina, more Colada, less ugly bald guy with no attack variety." Galleon: 29 
Jin Uzuki vs Virginia Maxwell
Djinnandtonic In a similar upset here on "American Idol: RPG division", both Jin Uzuki and Virginia Maxwell were somewhat at a loss during their competitions. Jin managed to squeak a few approval points by reciting some of the ancient art of haiku (VERY ancient for Jin). Virginia managed to play her own strengths by singing "I Believe I Can Fly" - which surprised everyone when she didn't just whistle something. For actually managing to follow the rules of the game and perform a -song-, Ginny won by a landslide. Jin Uzuki: 23 Lezard Valeth
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