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    Chapter 24: Thirst Gyarados

    “Why the long face?” Lilligant kindly asked as the three were in the hallway to the ring.

    “I am really not looking forward to this fight…” Hitmonchan stammered nervously.

    “Don’t be scared, dude!” Throh reassured. “A Gyarados is like a Wingull- zap em’ and you’ll be fine! Give the Gyarados a great serving of Thunderpunches!”

    “I guess that seems smart… but this Wingull is over 20 ft. long and hits like a Golurk!”

    Actually…” The Battle Logger rudely interrupted the Pokémon. “When a Golurk and Gyarados’ stats are compared, a Golurk is a smidge weaker than a Gyarados in physical strength, statistically.

    “You’re not making it any better!” Hitmonchan screamed at the sentiment yet electronic device.

    Hey, you’re the one who should get your facts straight.

    When the Fighting type stepped onto the ring, his opponent was already there, but was doing something unusual. Gyarados was grasping a large can of soda with his teeth, and was chugging the whole can of soda down with just one gulp. He then used his tail to take the can out of his mouth, and slammed it against his skull, crushing it.

    “Ha! Ahahahah ha!” As he was laughing, Hitmonchan used the time to let the Battle Logger scan him.

    Thirst Gyarados. #4 of the Over Used Circuit. Record is 37 wins, 5 losses, 30 KOs. Height is 21’, weight is 318 lbs, and age is 28. Random fact: Thirst Gyarados often did community service at the Unova Retirement Home when he was younger.

    “Uh…” Hitmonchan stuttered, and then tried to intimidate the monster with his own words. “They call me Little Hitmonchan, and despite my name, I’m big enough to take down large… opponents.” He started sounding out strong but his voice got weaker as the sentence ended.

    “Well, I’m Thirst Gyarados, but all the other fighters here call me SODA RAGE!”

    “Wuh-why would they call you that? Because of the soda you drink?”

    “Well for one thing, yeah. But if you spell my species’ name backwards, you get sodarayG. Soda rayg. Soda ragy? Soda rage! I’m afraid I’ll have to enrage myself until I demolish you!”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Gyarados bit Hitmonchan in a flash using Bite, with the Fighting type not seeing it coming. The next Bite was dodged, and Hitmonchan pelted the aquatic monster with Thunderpunches, doing tons of damage. After a few more seconds though, Gyarados slammed his opponent with an Aqua Tail!

    “Hurrrr Agh!” Gyarados used another tail attack on Hitmonchan a few seconds later… Dragon Tail! Hitmonchan seemed very weakened at this point, but still had enough determination to keep going, dodging and countering two Bite attacks in a row. He then got hit by an Aqua Tail, then dodged and countered the proceeding Dragon Tail. To his surprise however, he got hit with an Aqua Tail that was executed right after he finished countering!

    “Where did that come from? You’re not giving me any tells to where your attacks are coming from! They just appear!”

    “Well this is the OU Circuit, Hitmonchan! Get used to it!”

    “Still… Weavile wasn’t that difficult once I learned his pattern, and at least gave me some time to move!”

    Gyarados used another Bite attack, but the Fighting type dodged as quickly as he could, but was not fast enough to Thunderpunch him. The sea monster unleashed another chomping attack, however this attack was dodged at the right time and Hitmonchan Thunderpunched Gyarados as much as he could. The Water/Flying hybrid executed Aqua Tail and Dragon Tail, but both of these were dodged, and after countering, shockingly sent Gyarados at least three yards into the air until he plummeted to the earth.

    “One…two…three…” As Raichu was counting, Gyarados used his tail to swipe a soda bottle from underneath his lengthy body, and held it over his mouth. A tiny droplet formed and fell out of the bottle and into Gyarados’ struggling mouth. As soon as the soda drop reached its toungue, Gyarados slammed his tail back down, propelling him back up with a powerful rage.

    “RAAAAA!” Gyarados looked outraged, but did not use Outrage and instead Thrashed about toward Hitmonchan, hitting him once “Agh!” until he dodged the remaining two times. “Oof! What?!” The Fighting type countered as much as he could, but got hit by an Aqua Tail.

    “Ow… This really is the Over Used Circuit…” Hitmonchan complained as he dodged a pair of incoming Bite attacks, and then the round ended.

    “ROUND OVER!”

    ***INTERMISSION***

    “You look pretty beat up. I think you should take a drink, Hitmonchan.” Gyarados noted as he curled up, allowing himself to fit into the edge of the ring.

    “Come on, Chan-“

    “Why do you call me that?”

    “It’s contagious!” Throh contemplated a joke for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “Now how about we make a new kinda drink recipe! I’ll call it… Doc Slam. Step one, chill a Gyarados by hitting it with a maximum power Sky Uppercut. Watch its tears fizz out of its eyes for about ten seconds, and then grab a mug. Its tears will eventually start spewing out a sweet sensational soda. That’s how you make Doc Slam.“

    Lilligant giggled. “That sounds like a cool soda! Though the recipe sounds a bit profound and bland. Now why don’t you hear it from a real cook who’s been in the kitchen a ton?”

    “Yeah, why not? It’s not like we have all day.” Hitmonchan sarcastically responded as he crossed his arms.

    “Now find a Gyarados and make sure it is completely flattened out. To do so, you must completely shock it in every way possible. After doing so, that’s when you…“ Lilligant’s leaf curled as a hand would make fist, as well as changing her tone of voice to a more violent one. “…grab it by the neck! Once you’ve got Gyarados, slam him into a hole about three yards high, three yards wide, constantly trying to push it into there! After about doing it for a minute, remove the Gyarados and shake it as much as you can, until it throws up the best-tasting soda ever! This can be repeated up to three times a day until the Gyarados faints from lack of liquid. And that’s how you make Lilligant’s Spice Soda!”

    Both Fighting types were dumbfounded at how violent Lilligant sounded. “That recipe makes my recipe look like carbonated water.” Throh replied.

    ***ROUND 2***

    “Ah…” Gyarados popped open a soda can, and started gulping down its contents. “Ah-huh huh huh…” The soda actually replenished some of the sea monster’s health, which Hitmonchan didn’t know. Gyarados attempted a Bite attack, but missed and got Thunderpunched instead. However, he intercepted with another Bite, knocking Hitmonchan down. The sea monster then proceeded to constantly chortle at him. “Ah hah hah ha hah! Yah, hah hah hah!”

    “One…two…three…four…” Hitmonchan propelled himself back onto the ring with the ropes.

    “That knockdown was on me, I let you hit me there.” Hitmonchan scoffed.

    Gyarados was not amused, and instead bit him right as he recovered, then started laughing. “Pfft, yeah right. Aha, hah hah-“ Hitmonchan used that opportunity to Thunderpunch him for a Star.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “Oh, don’t hit me!” Gyarados shrieked, and used his tail to cover his eyes. The blow hit hard, but not effectively, merely making the monster move back. “Augh… Hooo…” Gyarados then enraged himself and attacked with Thrash. “RAAA!” This time, Hitmonchan dodged the moves three times, leaving Gyarados stunned at the end. “Hoo! Oof! What the heck? You dodged?”

    “Yeah, Pokémon can sort of do that.” Hitmonchan sarcastically remarked as he Thunderpunched his opponent. Gyarados floated diagonally away from the Fighting type’s view and brought out a can of soda with his tail.

    “This is for my health!” Gyarados shook the soda can, popped it open, and took a few swigs of it. “Hah hah!”

    “Where do you get those cans of soda, anyway?”

    “Even I don’t know sometimes…” Gyarados executed his Bite and Aqua Tail attack, hitting with Aqua Tail but missing with Bite. Interestingly, the Water/Flying type then used a new attack, by moving to the right and gurgling something in his mouth for a quick moment. Gyarados then spat it out at right at Hitmonchan’s face, getting a big reaction out of him.

    “Yeowch! What kind of attack is spitting out a loogie at me?!”

    “That wasn’t saliva mixed with dust, Hitmonchan, that was boiling water!” Throh called out from the corner.

    “In other words… Scald!” Gyarados spouted as he charged up another Scald attack, but Hitmonchan dodged and countered accordingly, knocking him down on the last hit.

    “One..two…three…four…” Like the time before, Gyarados reached under his enormous body and pulled out some soda, letting it drip into his mouth. Once his tongue felt a drop, he flung right back up and attacked.

    “RAAA!” Gyarados used his Thrash move once more, but instead of hitting three times, he hit four times, smashing Hitmonchan to the ring floor on the fourth hit.

    “Wow, that was fast. I mean, one…two…three…four…five…” Hitmonchan was on his last legs of support, but so was Gyarados. The Water/Flying type missed with a Bite attack but hit the Fighting type with an out-of-the-blue Dragon Tail. Gyarados then brought out one more can of soda for the match.

    “For my-”

    “No, for MY health!” Hitmonchan Fire Punched the soda can into the audience where it bonked a Grovyle on the head.

    “Hey! What are you teaching kids about littering? Nothing! That’s what! You’re going to have a bunch of kids grow up to look like THAT in the future!” Grovyle shook the can in anger as he pointed to Doc Throh.

    “Oh, sure. Always blame the fat-looking one.” Throh sighed.

    Back on the ring, Gyarados gasped when he found that his soda was gone. Hitmonchan however, got a Star for the hit. “My soda!” Gyarados moved in to use Thrash, but Hitmonchan crouched down to use Sky Uppercut.

    Both moves seemed to collide at the same time, but Thrash overpowered the uppercut quicker, and continued attacking, until Hitmonchan lost all of his stamina. “Ugh… Hooo…” The beaten Fighting type was knocked to the ring’s edge, and the force of the ropes knocked him onto the ring’s floor. “Uck.”

    “TKO! The winner is Thirst Gyarados!”

    “No! Hitmonchan!” Throh and Lilligant simultaneously shouted. Gyarados, however, was bouncing around in joy, while doing a foreign dance.

    “Kan-to! Kan-to! Yah ta-ta-ta taaa cha cha cha! Yah ta-ta-ta taaa! Cha cha cha, oh ho ho ho ho, hey! Kan-to! Kan-to! Yah ta-ta-ta taaa cha cha cha! Yah ta-ta-ta taaa cha cha cha, oh ho ho ho ho hey!”

    Throh and Lilligant dragged the fallen Fighting type off of the ring. “We’ll get him next time, Chan. Every road to victory has its ups and downs.”

    “I hope…” Hitmonchan muttered.
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    Great chapter as usual.

    “Actually…” The Battle Logger rudely interrupted the Pokémon. “When a Golurk and Gyarados’ stats are compared, a Golurk is a smidge weaker than a Gyarados in physical strength, statistically.”

    “You’re not making it any better!” Hitmonchan screamed at the sentiment yet electronic device.

    “Hey, you’re the one who should get your facts straight.”
    This had me laughing hard...

    “Well for one thing, yeah. But if you spell my species’ name backwards, you get sodarayG. Soda rayg. Soda ragy? Soda rage! I’m afraid I’ll have to enrage myself until I demolish you!”
    ...and this had me laughing even harder!

    “Now find a Gyarados and make sure it is completely flattened out. To do so, you must completely shock it in every way possible. After doing so, that’s when you…“ Lilligant’s leaf curled as a hand would make fist, as well as changing her tone of voice to a more violent one. “…grab it by the neck! Once you’ve got Gyarados, slam him into a hole about three yards high, three yards wide, constantly trying to push it into there! After about doing it for a minute, remove the Gyarados and shake it as much as you can, until it throws up the best-tasting soda ever! This can be repeated up to three times a day until the Gyarados faints from lack of liquid. And that’s how you make Lilligant’s Spice Soda!”
    I don't know if I can find a word to describe this. I'll just go with "epic"!


    “TKO! The winner is Thirst Gyarados!”
    Aw, dangit! I'm sure Chan will be better next fight. Like they say: You learn more from a loss than a win.

    I enjoyed your Gyarados character and the way you based it off of Soda Popinski. Very clever. Also liked the fight scenes as well as Throh's funny commentary. Nice work.

    A bit off topic, but I took a quick look at your Pirates/Pokemon crossover, ESPN. I’ve never seen any of their movies as a whole (I’ve seen parts), but I’m liking what I see so far.
    Thank you! Glad you like it.

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    Chapter 25: Flashback Frenzy

    “…And that’s why I thought Drifblim and Jumpluff looked like a nice shipping couple last night!” Hitmonchan was explaining his stance on his favorite Entrainment shipping couple to Throh and Lilligant.

    “Just because they smiled at each other doesn’t mean they deserve to be an official couple!” Throh defended. “Besides, I thought I told you Drifblim and Swellow are better together!”

    “I’d honestly have Jumpluff with Victreebel.” Lilligant added.

    “But they didn’t even see each other in the episodes I’ve seen!”

    “Watch the movie.” Throh and Lilligant creepily and simultaneously said. The three stepped into the OU Locker Room, and nearly all of the Over Used fighters were inside. Metagross was the first one to come up to them.

    “Hey Lilligant, do you have the ability Drought?”

    “No, I’m pretty sure it’s Own Tempo.”

    “Well no matter where you go, you always seem to be making sun come from above! Heh heh heh!”

    Lilligant sighed. “We’re inside, Meta. If you’re trying to make pick-up lines, at least make them logical.” Metagross levitated away, disappointed that the Grass type didn’t laugh. As he went past Gyarados, said Pokémon greeted the trio.

    “Hi Hitmonchan.”

    “Ack! It’s you!” Hitmonchan shrieked.

    “Just wanted to tell you “No hard feelings”! You punched hard yesterday!”

    The Fighting type was crouching behind his Fighting typed trainer. “I’m not scared… I’m not scared…”

    “Uh? Is this his first loss or something?” Gyarados scratched his skull with his tail.

    “No, he lost to Kadabra before. Not sure why he’s freaking out.”

    “The Gyarados line reminds of me that day…” Hitmonchan muttered. “I remember it horridly like it was yesterday… It was almost a decade ago… at Clefairyland…”

    “Yay! Flashback!” Lilligant squealed.

    ******

    “Weee! Yahoo!” Hitmonchan as a Tyrogue was bouncing on an inflatable jump house with several other baby-staged Pokémon.

    “That’s enough, Tyrogue!” Hitmonchan’s mother, a Gothitelle holding an Egg on a stroller, called to her son. “We need to go get your father off from the Clefairy Coaster!”

    “Come on, mom! Just five more minutes?”

    Gothitelle turned her back. “I’m leaving right now!”

    “Okay! Okay!” Tyrogue skipped off and out of the jump house. On the middle of the pathway, he found a few Pokédollars. “Score!” As he reached down to pick them up, a shadow overlooked him. When Tyrogue looked up, he saw a Gyarados staring right in his face. “AAAAAAHHH!!!”

    “AAAAAHHH!!!” The Gyarados was really an Ambipom in a Gyarados costume, but Tyrogue didn’t know that at the time. The Ambipom in a costume was going to change out of it, but Tyrogue was in the way. Both Pokémon ran away from each other- one in terror, the other from the screaming in terror.

    “Mommy! Mommy!” A weeping Tyrogue grabbed his mother’s dress to get her attention. “A scary monster scared me!”

    “Monster?!” Gothitelle put her hands on her hips. “What monster scared you? I’ll show it a piece of my mind for messing with my baby!.”

    “It was long… and blue… And looked like it could’ve eaten me!”

    “A Huntail? A Feraligatr? A Garchomp? It surely couldn’t have been that Ambipom dressed up as a Gyarados that just passed by…

    “Yes! That Gear-uh-dose!” Tyrogue started sobbing and squeezed his mother tight. “Mommy… I wanna go home…”

    ******

    “I had nightmares with Gyarados for weeks…”

    “Oh.” Gyarados frowned. “I’m really sorry for what happened to you… Not all Gyarados are-“

    “YOU WENT TO CLEFAIRYLAND?!” Throh loudly interrupted. “I’ve never been able to go there before! What was it like?”

    “Considering my experience, it was the worst place on Earth. Plus, everything was horrendously overpriced.”

    “…Back to what I was saying, not all Gyarados are mad at everything. I’m pretty tame compared to the wild ones.” Gyarados popped open a soda with his tail and drank its contents.

    “Tell me, Gyarados, what makes you like soda so much?”

    “Ah, you want to know that story? … Hold on, a big one’s coming up.” Gyarados shut his mouth for a moment, and belched at an extreme volume. “BBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPP!” Gyarados then called to Metagross, who was across the room. “How’s that, Meta?”

    “Pretty big! Still didn’t top your last one, but pretty high up there!”

    “Anyway, it all started when I was a wee Magikarp… You know how Magikarp were treated back then…”

    “Yay! More flashbacks!”

    ******

    “Oof!”

    “Hand over your money, dork!” A Basculin, Spheal, and Qwilfish were cornering Gyarados as a Magikarp into a corner.

    “No! This is my lunch money! Why do you always pick on me?”

    “Because you’re the weakest in the school! Even Sunkern is stronger than you! Now give it to us!” The red-striped Basculin Tackled Magikarp into the wall, making him drop all of his Pokédollars. “Score! Now we can get us our own lunches!” Basculin, Spheal, and Qwilfish turned to leave.

    “Oh? So your parents don’t give you lunch money?”

    “My parents?” Basculin turned around. “My parents are in jail!”

    “My parents are in therapy and counseling!” Qwilfish spouted.

    “My parents are completely fine!” Spheal announced with a grin. Basculin turned to his circular friend.

    “Shaddup, Spheal!”

    “But… they are…” The three Pokémon rushed to the lunchroom while Magikarp was left by the wall. He continued his school day normally, and bounced as fast as he could to home.

    “Mommy! Some bullies picked on me again!”

    “That’s nice, sweetie.” Magikarp’s mother, a busy Seaking on the phone, didn’t actually here what his son was saying. “…Oh sorry, that was my son.”

    “Please! Give me fighting lessons!”

    “Your father will talk about it once he gets home from his CPFA match, ok?”

    Magikarp sighed, and bounced onto the couch and turned on the TV via remote. He flipped through the channels, skipping peanut commercials, educational shows, and Entrainment, until he found a commercial that peeked his interest. “Do you want to be strong?”

    “Yes! I want to be strong!”

    “Well if you want to be strong, try Combee-Cola’s newest brand of soda: Strength Soda!” An advertising Rhydon held up a soda can with a blue-lining that had “Strength Soda” printed on it. “Just one can of Strength Soda, containing a luxurious lemon-line flavor, can turn you from this…” Rhydon moved to show a Deino, looking weak and defenseless. “…to THIS!” A Strength Soda with a straw in it fell to the Deino, and the Dragon/Dark type drank out of it. Suddenly, the Deino turned into a Hydreigon! A pair of Dragonair suddenly slithered over to him and started rubbing their heads against him.

    “Wow! I evolved! Thanks, Strength Soda!” The new Hydreigon announced. In small white text in the bottom of the screen, there was a note that read “Warp evolution is only shown for dramatization. Pokémon of the opposite gender not guaranteed to swarm toward you.”

    “Try Combee-Cola’s new Strength Soda, today!” The Rhydon held Strength Soda to the camera. The advertisement ended and skipped to a movie advertisement featuring an Aerodactyl and Gardevoir, but Magikarp turned the TV off at that point.

    “I gotta get that Strength Soda!” Magikarp splashed around in hope. The next day, Magikarp left early from his house to his nearest thrift store and purchased a large bottle of Strength Soda. The Grumpig stared at Magikarp from over the counter.

    “Aren’t you a little young to be purchasing a Strength Soda this big?”

    “Yes, yes I am.”

    Grumpig paused for a moment and suddenly smiled. “That’s great! It’s nice to see Pokémon liking soda at very young ages. It means more sales for us!” The Magikarp paid the Psychic type, and placed the soda in his sack, and the fish bounced to his school.

    Several hours of counting berries in math, and learning about the great Chimecho Columbus, it was lunch time. As Magikarp was speaking with a Seedot, the Basculin that tackled Magikarp yesterday tackled him again.

    “Hey!”

    “Where’s my lunch money, dork? Or do I need to Tackle you again?” Basculin threatened as Spheal and Qwilfish moved to the sides of him.

    “You won’t have to tackle me anymore, Basculin!” Magikarp yelled. Seedot was surprised.

    “Magikarp, no! You’ll get beat up by them! Even if I helped, we’d still get beat up!” Seedot whispered.

    “Don’t worry… Stand back. I’ve got this!” Magikarp pulled out a Strength Soda from his sack and showed it to the world.

    “Soda? What will you do with that? Are you going to throw it at me?”

    “I’m going to take a soda… and drink it!” Magikarp dramatically announced.

    “No, Magikarp! Don’t be a hero! You’ll make a fool of yourself!”

    Magikarp didn’t listen, and slowly popped over the cover of the Strength Soda. He opened his mouth, held the can to his lips, and looked up. The lemony-lime liquid dropped into his stomach. Spicing up Magikarp’s taste buds. He removed the can from his lips, and… nothing happened. All was silence, until the three bullies laughed at Magikarp’s demise.

    “Hah hah hah hah hah! Did you really think soda can stop me? The masculine Basculin?”

    “Maybe next time you should go get a vegetable to power you up instead of sweets!” Qwilfish taunted.

    “Like corn! Not sweets! Maybe sweet corn! Candy corn?” Spheal started daydreaming. “Mmm… candy corn…”

    Basculin turned to his round bodyguard and screamed at him. “Shaddup, Spheal!”

    “Uh… Magikarp? Why are you glowing?” Seedot asked, as Magikarp was indeed glowing. The fish started lengthening to nearly five times its length, its color starter morphing from red to blue, and its jaw grew larger and sharper. The monster started to grow spiky fins out of its body, and a crest grew out from his forehead. Once Magikarp had evolved into Gyarados, he let out a tremendous roar.

    “GYAAAAA!”

    “Muh-muh-muh… MOMMY!” The Basculin dashed away at amazing speeds. The Qwilfish followed soon afterwards. The Spheal was staring at Gyarados in awe with its jaw open.

    “Shut… up…” Spheal slowly rolled away, backwards.

    “GYAAAAA!”

    “Muh… Magikarp… You’re scary now… Don’t hurt me!” Seedot started crying and ran. Gyarados was unsure of what to do, since he could not even enter his school to alert anyone, and waited until his parents came to see him.

    ******

    “And that’s why every day since then, I’ve been drinking Strength Soda.” Gyarados popped open yet another can of soda and gulped its contents down.

    “Your dentist must be a very rich guy! Ah hah hah!” Throh spouted out, and Gyarados started laughing as well.

    “Hah hah hah! Laughter is the best medicine!” Gyarados turned to Hitmonchan. “Well, I wish you good luck on our rematch tomorrow?”

    “Rematch? Oh yeah, I forgot I scheduled a rematch. Tomorrow however, I’ll surely be oblivious to your intimidation!”

    ******

    The next day, Hitmonchan was being carried by Lilligant to the ring, trembling and holding onto her like a terrified dog to his owner. “I don’t wanna fight Gyarados… I’ll die!”

    “Could you get off of me? You’re awfully heavy…” Lilligant groaned. “Granted, you’re not as heavy as Ludicolo was, you’re a Cubone compared to that Snorlax…”

    “I had nightmares about Gyarados beating me last night… He drowned me in soda and then used Guillotine on me.”

    “Gyarados can’t learn Guillotine, Chan.” Throh commented. “Come on, you’ve got the advantage with that Thunderpunch of yours. You’ll be fine!”

    “Ok… But if I have nightmares of Gyarados using Fissure on me… I’m going to raid a certain Pokémon’s chocolate supply…”

    “Hah hah hah- wait you know about that?” Before Hitmonchan could respond, he jumped onto the ring, with Gyarados gulping down some soda.

    “Ready, Hitmonchan? I feel all fizzed up today!”

    “Let’s just get this over with…”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Gyarados immediately started with two Bite attacks, but Hitmonchan countered each of them for stars, and unleashed a level two Sky Uppercut.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “Agh… Hrgh… RAAA!” Gyarados enraged himself, and started Thrashing at the Fighting type. Hitmonchan successfully dodged three Thrash attacks, leaving Gyarados stunned. “What?!” The Water/Flying type was pelted with his Electricity weakness. Gyarados attempted to use an Aqua and Dragon Tail, but both missed, and on the last Thunderpunch, Hitmonchan knocked his opponent onto the ground.

    “Dang, that was fast! You go, Chan!” Throh called out to his apprentice.

    “Either he’s getting stronger or he’s really not that scared of him anymore. Or both. Keep on, Hitmonchan!” Lilligant added. Raichu was already counting while they were encouraging the Fighting type, and Gyarados already reached for his Strength Soda and drank a drop out of it.

    “RAAA!” Gyarados Thrashed towards Hitmonchan four times, but he missed each and every time and got Thunderpunched back as a result. He did hit the Fighting type with one Scald, but the incoming one was dodged and countered. As a taunt, Gyarados brought out a Strength Soda. “Let’s drink to my health!” Hitmonchan didn’t want to however and Fire Punched the soda away for a Star. “My soda!” As the monster was about to use Thrash, Hitmonchan carefully dodged each Thrash attack and countered, finishing off with his special move.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “Oh, don’t hit me-“ It was too late for Hitmonchan to reconsider as Gyarados was knocked several feet into the air and onto the ring.

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…” Once Gyarados was back into his fighting stance after a quick soda drink, he was very enraged. “RAAAAA!” The Water/Flying type Thrashed three times, failing to damage the Fighting type each time, and was smacked down with several Thunderpunches. Gyarados tried to Bite a few more times, but his second Bite was his last as Hitmonchan knocked him out with one final Thunderpunch combo.

    “Hurr…” Gyarados straightened up, turned around, and fell straight to the ring floor, like a soda bottle tipped over. He reached for a Strength Soda that a fan threw at him, but couldn’t reach it. “Agh… Ugh…”

    “TKO! The winner is Little Hitmonchan!”

    “Hah hah! Woo hoo! Yeah-hah!” The Fighting type did his typical victory dance as the crowd howled for his nearly-flawless victory after his previous defeat. He then left the ring to see Throh and Lilligant, with Throh holding 3000 Pokédollars in his hand.

    “Mmm…mmm….mmm! Go out there and get us another win, son! Then we can have a victory sandwich to go with that crumpled up soda can! Aha hah hah!” Throh joked as he gestured to the weakened Gyarados in the distance. “…And now I’m starving! Now who wants to go get a pizza?”

    “I thought you were eating chocolate bars the whole match!” Lilligant smirked at the joking Pokémon.

    “Oh, so you don’t want a pizza then?”

    Lilligant quickly denied her statement. “No no, nothing wrong with a pizza! In fact, I was getting hungry myself!”

    “Sure ya were…”
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    Awesome chapter! I, like Lilligant, enjoyed the flashbacks. It was cool to see the nice, less intimidating side of Gyarados.

    Hitmonchan's Clefairyland flashback was hilarious. I can relate to you and him as well because I never liked people in costumes. I would go to amusements parks as a kid and steer clear of them! lol

    The fight was good as always. I can always expect you to deliver good action scenes, funny one-liners, and of course Throh being goofy (but also intelligent).

    Nice job and I can't wait for the next chapter!

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    Chapter 26: A Lil’ Evolution

    “…And then there’s the dance episode, which clearly shows those two as a couple! How can you deny that they aren’t a couple?” Throh yelled at Hitmonchan, as they were debating about Entrainment inside the OU Locker Room.

    “Well, let’s make an assumption here.”

    “That’ll lead to a contradiction?” Lilligant smirked, defending Throh’s statement.

    “No! Let’s assume Bisharp and Victreebel have never met each other. Since that episode was technically postponed, we’ll not count the meeting episode in the canon. In the episode before that, Victreebel said he was better off with Pidgeot!”

    “Hmm… I guess that is true. Well, I guess…”

    OBJECTION!” Lilligant sharply pointed her leaf arm toward Hitmonchan. “It’s true that Victreebel did consider, but remember what Pidgeot said three episodes earlier? She said, and I quote…” Lilligant pulled up a website filled with Entrainment quotes on her phone, and read it. “Who cares about Poison types? Rock types are the way to go! That quote justifies that Pidgeot would not be a good match! Also, Victreebel was being sarcastic! In the Christmas episode of that year, Victreebel was clearly holding Bisharp’s arm! And she was really liking it! So I contradict your assumption!”

    “Uh…” Hitmonchan’s sweat glands started opening, having no other way to counter the statement. “… Ok fine, you win. I still have a long way to go to become an amazing Entrainment watcher like you two are.”

    “Yeah-hah!” Throh and Lilligant high-fived each other. “I knew the dance episode had something to do with it!”

    “Yeah the dance episode- dance?” Lilligant paused, and was reminded of something urgent. “Omigosh! I just remembered I have my dance competition in a few days! My students and I haven’t practiced hard enough!”

    “You do dancing?”

    “Well, yeah. It’s sort of a stereotype, but whatever works in the industry these days-“

    DOO DOO DOO DOOOOO!!!

    “Woah, that’s the item get theme from that swordfighting game!”

    Hitmonchan brought out his cell phone, and recognized the face on the screen as his father’s. He then held the phone to his ear. “Hey dad!”

    “Hitmonchan! Guess what happened?” Hitmontop sounded a bit excited.

    “Uh… You won at the Lottery Corner at the Department Store?”

    “… Well actually yes, we got a 3rd place Elixir for that. But besides that, listen to this!” The phone was silent for a few seconds, until the voice was replaced by Hitmonchan’s younger sister.

    “Hitmonchan! I evolved from Gothita to Gothorita!”

    “Really? Awesome! So what can you do now?”

    “I feel taller. And my hair is heavier, too… My hands can almost grab things if it wasn’t for my hair… I’m still not as pretty as mom is though.”

    “You will eventually, sis. You will eventually.”

    “So when are you going to teach me to beat up Drowzee? I think he’s going to evolve soon, too. I wanna learn Fire Punch!”

    “Uh… Well…” Hitmonchan was shocked she still remembered, and made something up in the spot. “I think you should learn to use your arms first. In order to punch you need to have strong arm movements, got it?”

    “Got it, big brother! Keep beating up strong Pokémon for me! Bye-bye!” The phone call ended, and Throh and Lilligant were listening to the whole thing.

    “Your younger sister sounds cute.” Lilligant complimented. “I wish I had a younger sister, I have an older one though…”

    “I’ve got a younger sis too, and-“ Throh turned his head and frowned. “Oh great, it’s you.”

    “Hey, Doc!” Rampardos stomped over to the trio. “And… those other two guys.”

    “I’m Hitmonchan! And she’s Lilligant.”

    “Yeah yeah. Let me tell ya something, Doc Throh, I’m totally going to destroy your apprentice tomorrow!”

    “Oh yeah?!” Throh stared Rampardos right in the eyes. “Well that’s not gonna happen, Rampy! I taught him everything I know, and he’s exceeding my expectations!”

    “Oh yeah? Well who’s the one with more experience? I am! That’s who!”

    As Throh and Rampardos started screaming at each other, Hitmonchan and Lilligant slowly backed away from them. “Anyway Lil, what were you talking about?”

    Lilligant tilted her head. “Now I’ve got my own nickname now?”

    “You don’t mind, do you?”

    “I don’t really care. Anyhow, what was I saying before… Oh yeah! My dance competition! I need to train my students…”

    “So that’s your job?”

    “It’s natural. My species line is known for automatically learning dancing moves. Honestly though, as a child, that would probably be the last thing I would do... And with that note, flashback time!”

    ******

    “Petilil! Petilil!” A Sunkern floated towards Lilligant as a child. “Want to come over to my house and play tea party?”

    “No thank you Sunkern, I’m going to watch the big CPFA episode today.”

    “That again?” Sunkern frowned. “Petilil, you do that all the time! Why don’t you do something that girls do for once?”

    “Tea parties are boring and embarrassing. Fights are exciting and cool! Wanna watch?” As Petilil was speaking, Sunkern was already away from her. Petilil shrugged and headed inside her house, and immediately heard her dad screaming enthusiastically.

    YEAH BABY!” Petili ran over to her father in the television room.

    “What’s happening dad?”

    “Seviper is totally wiping out Druddigon!”

    On television, a Seviper was constantly using Poison Jab against the Dragon type. Druddigon started to enrage himself and Crunched the snake had on the body. Seviper was low on HP but was still strong enough to knock Druddigon out with a well-placed Dragon Tail.

    “TKO! The winner is Forsaken Seviper!” The Pikachu in black-and white announced.

    Out of television, Petilil and her father were both pretty happy. “Seviper won again!”

    “Daddy, I want to grow up and be a fighter someday just like she is!”

    “Really? I’m not sure how your mother or older sister would like it…”

    “But I’ve been practicing attacks really hard! Look at this! Energy Ball!” Petilil started charging a ball of energy in her leaves, and blasted it partway across the room, disintegrating before it could reach the wall.

    “That looks pretty strong, Petilil!” The Pokémon applauded. “But I really wouldn’t know. Special attacks aren’t really my cup of tea.” At that point, a Lilligant stepped down from upstairs.

    “I heard the attack’s noises from upstairs.” The Flowering Pokémon said. “I’m still not sure why you want to get into fighting, sis.”

    “I told you a gazillion times already, it’s cool!”

    “Whatever, sis. Boys won’t like you that way.”

    “Are you kidding?” The father interrupted. “Their souls would be blessed to have a gal like that! Of course, I wouldn’t trade one for my wife… Speaking of which, where is she?”

    “Still at the mall. Now if you’d excuse me, I have drawings to draw.” The sister went back upstairs, as the father wrapped a vine around his daughter.

    “That leaves us about ten minutes. C’mon Petilil, we should at least get to see the upcoming battles.”

    “Yay!”

    ******

    “So yeah, I was a tomboy and I still am. That’s how I met Ludicolo. And now to explain more about those memories…”

    “Wow, back-to-back flashbacks? You make it sound like time skipping is simple.”

    ******

    “One ticket to tonight’s fight, please.” Lilligant handed in a surplus of Pokédollar bundles to a Yanmega from behind the ticket booth. A few seconds later, she received a ticket for the fight. She shuffled through hoards of Pokémon to find a spot to watch. Many moments later, the two fighters met. One was an odd platypus-duck creature, the other was a round, oval-shaped pink monster.

    “You still want to try and get past me, eh amiga?” Ludicolo smirked.

    “I was higher than you at one point, and I’m going to see if I can do it again! I’ve still got power in me!” Chansey grinded her teeth. “Let’s brawl it out, ya oversized fruitcake!”

    *ROUND 1*

    As Ludicolo taunted his foe, Chansey attempted a Double-Edge, but the Grass/Water hybrid’s next attack knocked the egg out of her pouch. Ludicolo then continuously used Razor Leaf to lower Chansey’s HP down, and it appeared to be doing major damage.

    “Wow! He’s strong! Go, Ludicolo!” Lilligant shouted with glee.

    As the match continued, Ludicolo gave Chansey little time to recover from his blows. She did get in one Seismic Toss, but it didn’t mess up the Grass/Water hybrid one bit, as he knocked down Chansey with an Ice Punch, with seconds remaining on the clock. All the Pokémon in the audience cheered, including Lilligant. She scurried through the mass population after the fight to see if she could get Ludicolo’s autograph.

    “Excuse me! Ludicolo!” Ludicolo froze as he heard his name, and rotated himself to see who called him.

    “Huh? Yes, ami-gaaa~” Ludicolo stuttered as he saw Lilligant for the first time, and his eyes were bulging in amazement.

    “You were… uh… You were great back there!” Lilligant tried to avoid sounding like an idiot- it was her first time ever speaking to a certified CPFA fighter. “And I… uh… wanted an autograph!” Lilligant held out a slightly used notepad and pen.

    aaaaa~” Ludicolo was enamored as he hasn’t seen such a pretty girl in several years, and after more stuttering he eventually replied. “… Oh, you want an autograph senorita? No problem!” Using his chunky palms, he slowly wrote “Don Ludicolo” in magnificent cursive handwriting. “…Oh wait, did you want me to write it to someone in particular?”

    “Well… I guess maybe you could’ve written another to my dad…”

    “Ah. Well I was about to head to Cherubia’s for a scrumptious meal. Shall we discuss more about it over some dinner?”

    “Really? It’d be an honor!”

    ******

    “…And you can probably imagine what happened from there.”

    “And that relationship didn’t end well.” Hitmonchan sighed, then a question popped into his head. “…By the way, you never told me who your father was. Who is he?”

    “Well…” She smiled and slowly turned away. “If I told you, you probably wouldn’t want to…”

    “RAAAAAAAA!”

    “REEEEEEEEEE!”

    “RAAAAAAAA!”

    “REEEEEEEEEE!” Hitmonchan and Lilligant, as well as a majority of the other fighters, turned to see Throh and Rampardos screaming at each other.

    “…What are they doing?”

    “They’re doing the screaming contest from Xatu Showdown!” Metagross creepily appeared from behind them. “Whoever loses their breath first wins!”

    “That doesn’t sound like a game I’d be good at it.”

    Metagross chuckled. “You’re probably right! A girl with a voice as soothing as a Sooth Bell, you wouldn’t want to get your throat sore.”

    “…Get out.”

    “Ok, ok…” As Metagross levitated away, Throh started coughing.

    “Hah hah! I won!” Rampardos took in a deep breath. “That’s another win for me!”

    Throh grunted. “Hmph! Well I know whose tail Hitmonchan is going to kick tomorrow! Do you?”

    “His own?”

    “What? Chan doesn’t have a tail… Does he?”

    “I don’t, for the record.” Hitmonchan called out.

    “Well it’s YOURS! Do you hear me? Yours! Come on Chan, Imma tell ya all the secrets into slamming this hard headed hideous guy into the heavy pavement!” Hitmonchan and Lilligant followed Throh and left the locker room.

    “Oh yeah?! Well I’m going to… uh… What do I do? I don’t have an apprentice… Where do I get one, the shelter?”
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    Chapter 27: Bald Rampardos

    “So once again, I knock him while he’s charging at me?”

    “That’s right! It’s a bit worrying the first time, but it’s when you see the smoke puff outta his nose is when he’ll actually start going towards you.” Doc Throh was reminding Hitmonchan every detail he knew about Rampardos so he could defeat him in the upcoming match. “And don’t forget to juggle him after hits!”

    “Juggle him? Isn’t that monster a bit heavy?” Lilligant sarcastically laughed.

    “Juggling as in hit him multiple times after a stun.” As the three were entering the OU Circuit ring, they heard slamming noises. Once at their destination, they immediately spotted Rampardos slamming his head against the edge of the ring.

    “Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!”

    “…What is he doing?”

    “He’s sharpening his forehead so it can be flatter.”

    Rampardos looked over his shoulder, and then spun around. “My Attack stat will murder! ARGH!” The pachycephalosaurus screamed right in the face of Hitmonchan, who was disgusted by the monster’s breath.

    “Geez, that smells horrible! Do you ever take breath mints?”

    “I chew gum on a couple occasions…”

    Hitmonchan held his Battle Logger out to scan Rampardos, still a bit disgusted. “Bald Rampardos. #3 of the Over Used Circuit. Record is 44 wins, 9 losses, 44 KOs. Please note that Bald Rampardos has resigned and entered the CPFA more than once. This biography only rectifies his most recent record. Height is 6’3’, weight is 222 lbs, and age is 35. Random fact: Bald Rampardos has been known to appear on several survival effecting shows.”

    “He’s been here more than once? What’s his total record then?” Hitmonchan started punching buttons on the touch screen of the Battle Logger, but it ended up canceling it out of the scan function of it and instead got stuck on a different page. “Augh! Why won’t this thing work?! I need to get it fixed later on…”

    “Who cares about stupid technology?!” Rampardos ranted. “Come and fight me! Or are you a chicken? Brock bok bok brock!”

    “What’s a chicken? I’ve heard of Torchic before but what’s a chicken?”

    “I don’t know actually…”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Rampardos started by rolling his fists, that were miniscule compared to the side of his actual body, and used Pursuit. Hitmonchan dodged at the right time and countered, hitting him again for a star, and Ice Punched him in the gut.

    “Urk!” Rampardos was not fond of being hit in the stomach. As he stepped back, Rampardos appeared as if he was about to use Pursuit, except was turning to another direction, rolled his fists a bit longer, and then hit the Fighting type with Assurance. Rampardos used Pursuit again, missing and got slammed by Bullet Punches.

    “Ha wrag!” Rampardos then revealed a new and powerful attack to his opponent, Stone Edge. It would’ve been stronger if Hitmonchan didn’t resist it. The Rock type used the move again, except it ended up shooting rocks into the air in random directions, failing. “Darn it!” Hitmonchan kept wailing on Rampardos, with the enemy guarding the last few hits. The monster went back to using Pursuit and Assurance, with Hitmonchan dodging and counter both of those moves for two Stars, and dodged one upcoming Stone Edge. After Rampardos recovered from his dizziness, Hitmonchan executed his special move.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “Ack!” The uppercut smacked Rampardos right in the bald point of his head, and spun him around with an unreal sound coming out of his mouth. The shriek sounded like a combination of a cow and a bulldozer. “RrrMOOOW!” Rampardos rotated and started falling to the ring floor, taking a few steps before plummeting.

    “One…two…three…four…five…”

    “Hrrk… hrrk…” Rampardos pushed himself back up, snorting and mumbling at the same time. “Lucky shot, man… Lucky shot…” The Rock type missed with a Pursuit and Assurance, and then failed with a Stone Edge. At that exact moment, Rampardos knew in his mind it was time to prepare for his special move.

    “Hrrr…..” Rampardos made a sound that resembled a motor starting, and stomped to the opposite side of the ring. His entire body started turning red with anger, and Rampardos started running intensely in place.

    “Hoo boy! Here it comes!” Throh concurred from the sidelines. “That’s Rampardos’ Head Smash!”

    “Head Smash?” Lilligant sounded concerned. “That sounds dangerous, terrifying, and powerful!”

    “In reality Lilligant, that sounds casual, laughable, and an understatement. I specifically noted him in Rampardos’ obvious tell- his steam.”

    Steam started flowing out of Rampardos’ nose, and as it left, Hitmonchan got into position. As the steam disappeared, Rampardos charged at Hitmonchan, head-first, with high base power, backed behind one of the most physically powerful Pokémon known, and surely could’ve knocked Hitmonchan down, even if he was at full health…

    …Unless Hitmonchan executed a precisely timed Ice Punch towards Rampardos’ chest, which he did. The blow was Rampardos’ Achilles heel, as his eyes appeared to have bulged out of his sockets as the blow did seemingly infinite damage to him. He took a few seconds to take a breath, spun around and fell straight to the ground.

    “Just imagine how much damage that did to him.” Raichu stated, then resumed his job. “One…two…three…four…” Rampardos pushed himself back up, grumbling and mumbling.

    “You’re still gonna lose…” Rampardos immediately started with a Headbutt, catching the opponent off guard. “Attack!” He screamed before he Headbutted again, but this signaled Hitmonchan to dodge and counter. “Awk, man!” Rampardos then used a Pursuit, Assurance, and Pursuit attack, which Hitmonchan dodged and hit him well enough for two Stars, and at that point…

    “ROUND OVER!”

    ***INTERMISSION***

    “Little Hitmonchan, huh? Hah! More like Useless Missmonchan.” Rampardos bantered as he placed a steamy pad on his head, most likely to heal it.

    “You’re saying that even though I’ve already knocked you down twice?”

    “Agh, that doesn’t matter much. For my Attack stat will murder!” Rampardos stated as he pointed his fist skyward. He then pulled out some weights, and started lifting them to show off his muscles. Hitmonchan’s side started chortling.

    “Your Attack stat will murder?!” Throh laughed. “Seriously, that’s a good one! Your Attack stat couldn’t murder a Joltik! You’re doing great, Hitmonchan, keep up the good work! Have some chocolate!” Throh handed out a chocolate bar to his apprentice.

    “And by the way,” Lilligant added. “Remind me to remind you something after the fight.”

    ***ROUND 2***

    Rampardos threw a twenty pound weight into the audience, where it crushed a Krokorok.

    “Oh, Arceus!” The Krokorok screeched in pain.

    “Dude, what the heck is wrong with you?!” A nearby Golem called to Rampardos, but the pure Rock type didn’t hear him.

    “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!” The Krokorok shook his fist in anger, and left the building, stomping and cursing.

    No one seemed to notice the Krokorok’s injury and threats but the audience, so the fight went on as normal. Rampardos used a Headbutt attack, which Hitmonchan dodged and countered. The Fighting type then released a level 2 Sky Uppercut to the Rampardos’ skull, sending it to the floor.

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…” Rampardos was panting heavily as he sluggishly pulled himself up from the ground. He began with a Headbutt, which missed and ended up with the Rock type getting bruises. Rampardos continued with a Stone Edge, which resulted with the same outcome. The monster went back to his Pursuit and Assurance moves, but Hitmonchan saw the moves coming a mile away, and after hitting him enough knocked him down once more.

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…” Hitmonchan’s hopes of an early KO were crushed as Rampardos came up one more time, and immediately hit him with a Stone Edge. He then stood up tall and laughed at his stupidity.’

    “Heh heh heh heh…” Hitmonchan was not amused as he Thunderpunched Rampardos in the face for a Star. The Rock type, who was running out of options, used his special Head Smash attack, blowing steam out his nose, turning red, ran in place, and finally blowing steam out of his nose again.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!” Hitmonchan started the uppercut right as Rampardos charged at him, and at the right time, the blow connected at the most precise and convenient time available.

    “Urgh…” Rampardos moaned as he was punched in the skull. “Agh… the… pain…” He kept moaning as Hitmonchan’s fist was still hurting his head. Rampardos eventually turned around, stepped back, and spun on one foot, and collapsed from fatigue. “Ugh… uh…”

    “TKO! Little Hitmonchan is the winner!” Hitmonchan hopped into the air, doing his victory dance, as the crowd cheered his name loudly in the stadium.

    “Woo wee, Chan baby! You trashed Rampardos hard! I taught you his secrets very well!” Throh handed 3750 Pokédollars to his apprentice, and then started to leave. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to rub it in to that sucka that you’re so much better than him.” Throh sauntered towards Rampardos, and Lilligant then moved in to take his place.

    “Didn’t you remind me to remind you or something?”

    “Hmm? Oh yeah! I’d like to invite you to my dance competition tomorrow!”

    “Dance… competition?”

    “Yeah! We’ll be pit against another dance studio from Sinnoh… They’ll probably fail compared to how much experience my team had. Anyhow, wanna go tomorrow?”

    “Tomorrow…” Hitmonchan blinked a few times in thought before he responded. “Sure!”
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    Hello! Glad to have two new chapters to read! I actually recently purchased "Punch-Out!!" for the Wii. I know the basic concept and characters in the game but I had never actually played a Punch-Out!! game all the way through. I must say you have done a great job associating this fic with the game!

    I enjoyed these past two chapters especially with the backstories you are adding. I like the flashbacks and backstories because it gives everyone more character.

    Rampardos was a funny character as was his feud with Throh. And that Krokorok getting drilled with the weight was very hilarious!

    The only thing I saw wrong was that there is a typo on the word "Tomorrow" in the very last sentence of Chapter 27.

    Great job and keep it up!

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    Quote Originally Posted by ESPNfanatic35 View Post
    Hello! Glad to have two new chapters to read! I actually recently purchased "Punch-Out!!" for the Wii. I know the basic concept and characters in the game but I had never actually played a Punch-Out!! game all the way through. I must say you have done a great job associating this fic with the game!
    Nice! And thank you! I try to make their reactions as close to theirs as possible in sound form, even if they're in a different language!

    I enjoyed these past two chapters especially with the backstories you are adding. I like the flashbacks and backstories because it gives everyone more character.
    Sometime I should go back to my previous chapters and add flashbacks to the weaker enemies like Furret and Electabuzz.

    The only thing I saw wrong was that there is a typo on the word "Tomorrow" in the very last sentence of Chapter 27.
    Ah, thanks for catching that. At this point, my computer was overloaded with incorrect Pokemon names that it stopped having the red lines when I misspelled something. Maybe next time I should add the words to the dictionary as I go along.

    Anyhow, I've added both Thirst Gyarados and Bald Rampardos to the character index. I swear I've added Thirst Gyarados before but apparently not.

    As a teaser for the next chapter, this chapter will contain 90% less Hitmonchan, but as a compensate, will contain 50% more Throh, 30% more Rampardos, 20% more Mismagius and Battle Logger, and 10% more Entrainment. Make of that as you will!
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    Chapter 28: Doc’s Day

    In a gym, a Liepard was being surrounded by several Pokémon. “Liepard, how could you?!” Honchkrow gawked. “You’re telling me that this whole set-up was a scheme of yours for cash?!”

    “It’s in the name, ya bozo. I knew this school was gullible, and this was the right time to exploit it.” Liepard confessed, and then turned her head. “I would’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for that dumb Hariyama!”

    “Hey, you were the one getting my attention!” Hariyama protested. “After recovering from the incident I had with Heatmor, I thought we could’ve had something more, but no!” Hariyama turned around and stared at the floor. “No one loves the big guys…”

    “You’ll get a gal someday, buddy.” Ampharos patted him on the back.

    “Hmph, so what if you’ve caught me on the act, for I have this!” Liepard pulled out a Smoke Ball, threw it to the ground, causing an enormous and blinding puff of smoke to arise, and providing a getaway for the Pokémon. “Nyeh heh heh heh! Smell ya later, suckers!”

    “She got away!” Combusken stated the obvious.

    “Well, now what are we gonna do?” Honchkrow questioned.


    Outside of the Entrainment universe, Doc Throh was chanting to the TV “Bisharp, don’t go… Bisharp don’t go!”

    “I’ll go follow her!”

    “No!” Throh threw his chocolate bars into the air in anger. “The rumor was right! Bisharp does temporarily leave in this episode! This messes up a whole bunch of leaks and theories! Curse Entrainisle for its true rumors!” Throh shook his red fist to the sky, with Hitmonchan, who was also watching, contemplated if Doc’s parents dropped him as a baby. Throh eventually calmed down, and reached for some Moo-Moo Milk.

    DING DONG!

    “Oh hey, that must be Lil!” Hitmonchan got off of his chair, rushed to the front door, and unlocked it.

    “Ready to go?”

    “All set!” Hitmonchan called to Throh. “Hey Doc! We’re going out!”

    Throh spat the Moo-Moo Milk onto the TV, covering the beautiful scene of a Scyther asking a Vespiquen to a dance. “You guys are goin’ out?! But you’ve only known each other for nearly a week!”

    “What? No! I mean going out of the apartment for a while… We’re not dating!”

    “Yet.” Throh smirked, causing Hitmonchan and Lilligant turned away and both had a luminescent shade of pink on their cheeks. “Aha! I saw that, narrator!”

    “Saw what?”

    “What you two did! You two were-“ Throh suddenly was muffled, making him unable to speak. He then realized not to mess with such a powerful force that shapes the mere fabrics of this entire universe in place. Ahem! Now that I have cracked the wall enough, I think we should let the lovely Lilligant explain the situation.

    “I invited Hitmonchan to my Dance Competition yesterday! I would’ve invited you too, but you were too busy calling Rampardos harsh and vulgar names.”





































    Oh right, Throh was then given the permission to speak. “Stupid narrator… Someday I’m gonna…” A piece of wood randomly and interestingly materialized above Throh’s head, and bonked right into it. “Grr…..”

    “Wow, I wonder where that piece of wood came from.”

    “Well, no matter. I can be here alone watching Entrainment reruns all day.” Throh reached for some more Moo-Moo Milk, but then paused for Hitmonchan to speak first.

    “Help yourself. You deserve some time off, anyway.” Throh decided it was safe to drink, and started chugging down the Moo-Moo Milk carton. “Oh yeah, forgot to mention, I called Mismagius over to tinker with the Battle Logger to find its secrets.”

    Throh began choking for a few seconds, and spat out more Moo-Moo Milk, covering the TV’s delightful advertisement of a handsome Machoke describing how deodorant can make males become the Pokémon their wives want to have. “YOU CALLED MISMAGIUS OVER?!”

    “MY INNERMOST SECRETS WILL BECOME KNOWN?!” The Battle Logger, still in its Free speech mode, screamed from on the kitchen table.

    “But… I… How’d you even know her phone number?”

    “You have it written on the fridge. She should be here any minute now. Anyways, we have to be at the studio early to prepare, right Lil?”

    “Huh? Oh right.” Lilligant wiped the drool off her face after peaking at the TV. “See ya later, Throh!” The two Pokémon left and slammed the door to the apartment.

    “Th… that was so unexpected… I gotta clean up…” Throh scurried around his apartment, picking up chocolate bar wrappers.

    “I understand as well!” The Battle Logger shuddered, though in its case, vibrated. “My precious insides… What horrible ways could they be edited? It overheats me just to think about it…”

    Nearly an hour of cleaning later, a half-asleep Throh was sitting on his couch, with the news channel on.

    “According to several witnesses, an unusual black lump covered from head-to-toe with seaweed has been brought by shore in the southern parts of Johto.” A Blastoise reported. “Said black lump is being transported to the hospital, and speculations concur that-“

    DING DONG!

    “Ugh… She’s here…” Throh pushed the power button on the television sit, shook his head to wake himself up, reached for the doorknob, and opened it.

    “Greetings, Throh!”

    “Hi Mismagius. How are you-“ Throh was cut short as Mismagius immediately hugged him. “Uh… Yeah.”

    “I concurred since Hitmonchan isn’t present, I could reveal a lot more affection to my Nageki… Did you even tell him about us?”

    “Nah, he would’ve bugged me about it.”

    “How is he, anyway? Has quality modification and quality tolerance helped further his competitive battling career?”

    “Yep! He’s reached about the halfway point in the OU Circuit.”

    Mismagius grinned. “Serendipitous! Now… where is the electronic specimen that I was called to examine and unlock?”

    “It’s on the kitchen table.”

    “WHY?!” The Battle Logger digitally cried. Mismagius rushed to the kitchen table and swiped the Battle Logger. She then moved back to Throh, and reached into her messenger bag. After a bit of searching, Mismagiu removed an entire table accompanied with several tools.

    “Now…” Mismagius placed the Battle Logger on the table, and pulled out a screwdriver, having an evil and sadistic look on her face.

    “Oh, please no! Have mercy! My electronics are only able to be seen by only my creators!” Mismagius carefully started unscrewing the screws of the device, with the Battle Logger pleeing for her to stop. She didn’t listen, and as she opened one part of the device she took out another screwdriver- an imported one for opening only the most important of machinery.

    “No… Ugh… Uck… Aaaaahhh!”

    “Yes! Just a little more!” Mismagius kept unscrewing screws, and changed screwdrivers to an even more rarer one. At this point, the Battle Logger started releasing sparks in defense, but Mismagius did not care about the burns. “Come on… come on…”

    Throh was just staring at the event looking dumbfounded. “I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this…”

    About two hours of tinkering, adding, and completely dismantling later, Mismagius held up the disgusted Battle Logger. “It’s finished! I’ve upgraded the Battle Logger to astounding proportions! It is now voice activated, as well can search for other Battle Loggers via GPS! There’s a lot more, except I must test it immediately to be sure. Throh, could I kindly ask you to escort me to the CPFA?”

    “Uh, sure.”

    “I feel so violated…” The Battle Logger moanged.

    Throh, Mismagius, and the Battle Logger (who was being carried by the Ghost type) were taking a stroll to the CPFA just a few minutes afterwards. “Sooo… How’s the studying going along?”

    “Studies have been proving to be quite successful. I’ve recently found out how the Farfetch’d species gets powered up with specific leeks… The leek’s minerals genetically flow through the hands of the bearer, except they only react drastically with Farfetch’d. This increases the atoms inside the bird, sharpening its power. Now I just need to discover just what specifics Farfetch’d have that all other Pokémon don’t… Another tidbit I’m researching is how the Paras line creates its spores, and how other Pokémon have the ability to use said move.”

    “Sounds like you’re super busy.”

    “And those are only my priorities, I still have so many more things to research. Say, how some Charmander have fiery tails than their evolutionary relatives, or what Grimer and Muk have to do with the moon landings. And I really don’t get why Mr. Mime can block off certain sounds when he clearly has earlike anatomy.” Mismagius turned away, mumbling about other curious quirks, until turning back to Throh. “How has your training with Hitmonchan been?”

    “Well…” As Throh began to speak, a childish voice from afar stopped him.

    “Hey daddy! It’s the guy that’s making us famous on the internet!” A Scraggy and Scrafty scruffled to the two Pokémon.

    “Excuse me, but could we take a moment to interview you?”

    “Interview me for what?”

    “Haven’t you seen the hot new fad on the internet? Fat guy stole my bike? You stole this other guy’s bike and it’s really funny!” Scraggy started bouncing up and down.

    “I decline, for my Throh is certainly not fat.”

    “Yeah!”

    “…He’s just a bit shapely, I suppose.”

    The palm of Throh’s right hand collided with his face, often referred to as a facepalm. “You’re getting your facts wrong. First of all, I’m not fat, I’m just hunchbacked, second, I haven’t stolen anyones bicycle…” Throh then muttered something after a moment. “I’ve taken one though…”

    “Aha! So can we interview you?” Scrafty took a notepad and pen from his hood.

    “Maybe later. I gotta go to the CPFA. I’m Little Hitmonchan’s coach!”

    “What’s the CPFA?”

    “Goodbye!” Throh grabbed Mismagius and purpousely left. “Anyone who doesn’t know about the CPFA is dead to me.”

    ***

    “I detect Techno Metagross, Bald Rampardos, Dare Weavile, and Super Macho Machamp in the locker room.” The Battle Logger reported as Throh and Mismagius were just outside the OU Locker Room.

    “You sure about that?”

    “99.98% correct… Oh wait, forgot the DNA scan… Scanning… scanning… Scan complete. 99.99% correct. There can always be a margin of error, providing radio failures.” The Pokémon entered the locker room, and the Battle Logger was completely correct on the fighters in the room. Rampardos was placing some items in his locker, Machamp was chatting with someone on his cell phone, and Metagross was holding his own Battle Logger, while looking confused. Weavile was curious to see what Metagross was confused about, so he asked.

    “This is peculiar… My advanced Battle Logger is detecting strang abnormal radio waves… Only my Battle Logger can do such a thing.”

    “Reallyeh? Yousureit’snotanotherofMachamp’sadvancedtablets?”

    “No, no… This is surely a Battle Logger’s signal.”

    “That would be this one’s.” Mismagius raised Hitmonchan’s Battle Logger. Metagross levitated over, with Weavile slowly approaching. “Hitmonchan requested that I upgrade his device and found its inner potential, so I spent some time with it and boosted it to its highest potential. I’ve increased the radius of its wireless communication, added a CPFA fighter searching feature, improve its internet searching ability to go twice as quickly, added a camera that can take over six hundred pictures and record up to three hours of video, removed unnecessary shovelware like that unjust paranormity eating mini-game, gave it the ability to stream canceled but very enjoyable cartoons from up to a decade ago, and even gave it a special magnet for attracting pocket change.”

    “So you’re saying you’ve jailbroken into the Battle Logger just like I did?” Metagross questioned, and Mismagius silently nodded. “Nice!” Metagross gave Mismagius a fist bump, despite neither of the Pokémon having actual fists in their anatomy. As the two put the Battle Loggers on a nearby desk, Weavile just crossed his arms.

    “Hmph. Nerds.” Weavile scoffed at the two, and bounced away.

    “I believe the correct term is geek!” Mismagius called out, slightly offended. “A nerd would have allowed it to stream thousands of delightful feminine-looking Pokémon snapshots!”

    “…Dang, I am a nerd…” Metagross snapped and muttered, before standing up straight. “Er-hem, so uh… you know about that enormous science convention coming in a few weeks?”

    “Affirmative. And before you ask, negative, I do not plan on going with a partner.”

    “Oh. Right. That’s cool.”

    As the Pokémon were conversing, the Battle Loggers were also chatting on the nearb desk. “So, how long were you deciphered with, man?” Metagross’ Battle Logger asked in a low pitched voice.

    “About three hours. You?”

    “Lucky! I’ve been on that editing desk for four hours at a time, nearly once a month he gets a new idea! Well, at least you haven’t gotten the battery upgrade yet, bro.”

    Hitmonchan’s Battle Logger shuddered, which in its case, vibrated. “The… battery upgrade?”

    “Hoo boy. That upgrade is painful. It’s like you grow from the inside, but not the out. And boy is it painful!”

    At this point, Rampardos noticed Throh and stomped specifically towards him, but then noticed Mismagius. “Argh! It’s you! And… Mismagius! What’re you doing here?”

    “I’m just spending time with my Nageki, here.”

    “Didn’t you tell her that you got yourself a girlfriend?” Rampardos smugly said, with Mismagius gasping.

    “It was only for a few weeks. That Nidoqueen only liked me for the money.” Throh then pointed to the Rock type in anger. “And what about your girlfriend?!”

    Metagross started sweating. “Urrr… I don’t want to get involved…” The very smart Pokémon grabbed his Battle Logger and stepped back slowly.

    “Hey! We were having an enchanting conversation about the economy!” Hitmonchan’s Battle Logger called out.

    “Well… Whiscash… She uh…” Rampardos made something up on the spot. “She had a terminal disease!”

    “Oh. How frightful. That does occur often.” Mismagius commented.

    “But really. Why are you here?! I swear you quit the CPFA! Why did you come back?” Throh screamed.

    “Well… After I decided to stop, I tried my hand in a new type of sport… A sport that required real muscle power! That sport was…” Rampardos deepened his voice for dramatic effect. “Arm wrestling.

    ***

    “Several years ago, I was at a carnival, and decided to join an Arm Wrestling competition, since the prizes were loads more than the CPFA could give me.” Rampardos narrated over a flashback. His past self saw an ad on a post, and stomped to the entry. To make sure he wouldn’t be recognized and tramped from fans, he put on a poorly made mask that he made out of a paper bag.

    “Been waiting for you.” An old Kricketune creepily coughed to Rampardos.

    “Ruh… really? Wow. What an honor.” Rampardos scribbled his name on the entry list, under the new alias “Masked R” and immediately after lifting the pen off the paper, Kricketune spoke again.

    “Gentlemen… let the tournament… begin! Cough!”

    “What? It begins already?” Kricketune directed Rampardos through a nearby crowd to a table, holding his first opponent.

    “Taxes Cacturne!”

    “Howdy, partner.” Cacturne set his arm on the table towards Rampardos’. “With the cash from dis, Imma get maself a new freakin’ mansion! Anotha one to add to ma collection!”

    “Uh… that’s nice.”

    An attractive female Leavanny stepped in from the background. “Ready?” She then uncharistically shot fake bullets from her fingers. “GO!”

    “The heck?” Rampardos questioned the strange Pokémon for a moment, before noticing that Cacturne was slowly bringing his arm to the ground. With one breath, Rampardos completely turned the tables and flipped Cacturne down, even making his hat fall down.

    “By golly, I think I lost.”

    Not too long later, Rampardos was blasted into the second round, with a very heavy Pokémon to face.

    Kricketune coughed into the microphone the next match. “Next challenge… Special guest… from Japan… Hariteyama!”

    “I no speak your language.” The Hariyama spoke every word slowly. Even though the Fighting type looked down to Rampardos, he still failed to put up a good match.

    “You have reached round three. Collect your prize.” Kricketune tossed a sack of Pokédollars to Rampardos, and inside was an astounding 20, 000 Pokédollars! Rampardos’ eyes were beaming, and his toungue was drooling.

    “Next… challenge… Vee Verde.”

    “Hold it. Do not move.” A Gurdurr with a green vest with the letter “V” on it glared at Rampardos as he brought his arm out. His voice sounded very young however, as if he was just a kid in an adult’s body. When the Leavanny shot her bullets, Rampardos and Gurdurr both pulled at their strongest might, with both muscles canceling out. The Gurdurr had strategy however. He was using his other hand to push himself to the opposite direction, and kept grunting.

    “Hiccup! Hurr! Hiccup! Hurr…” As Gurdurr was grunting, Rampardos tried getting up closer to the Fighting type, however, he somehow messed up, and his head bounced around confused. Gurdurr used this to his advantage. “And now! Practical! Practical! Practical! Practical! Practical!” Gurdurr was repeatantly forcing himself to the left every time he spoke.

    “What the heck is up with you?” As Rampardos asked, Gurdurr immediately recognized the voice, and turned to his opponent. He then smiled and grasped Rampardos’ mask. “Hey! Stop that!”

    “Pull! Pull!” Gurdurr successfully pulled off the mask of “Masked R” to reveal his true self. “Bal… ba ba bal bal… BALD RAM-PAR-DOS!” As Rampardos was stunned Gurdurr slammed the Rock types arm to the table, ending the match.

    “You… win!” Leavanny giggled and sighed. Gurdurr turned around in joy, with him holding both his muscular arms up in victory.

    “Ya-hall! Yahoo yahoo!”

    As the tournament was elimination style, Rampardos couldn’t continue his journey to become the Arm Wrestling master, but instead decided to watch instead. Thankfully, no fans of him horded his view. He decided to watch Vee Verde’s next match.

    “Semi-final… Our challenge… Chimchar and Primeape III.”

    A small, nerdy, and female Chimchar stepped up to the table with an oversized, crazy, and purely diabolical Primeape robot. “I have finally perfected the perfect robot! He shall win my family large cash prizes!” Chimchar announced to the crowd in some sort of scientist’s accent, but no one took her seriously.

    “I must Pri-men-ate you all.” Primeape’s evil and sudden mechanical voice made all of the audience jump in fear.

    “Isn’t he just the greatest friend a girl could ever have?” Chimchar hugged her creation, and Primeape III did not move a muscle.

    “Ready? Go!” Gurdurr seemed to have the upper hand for a bit, for Primeape III was actually doing the arm wrestling. However, things seemed to be troublesome as Chimchar pressed a few buttons on her remote control, making a magent form from the robot’s hand. The magnet attempted making Primeape III’s other arm fall to the side that would make him win. However, Gurdurr saw this coming, and swiped the magnet from Primeape III, and applied it to the monkey himself. As the magnetic rays interfered with the remote control signals, Gurdurr then threw the magnet away, making Primeape III’s arm get removed from his body, and Primeape III go crazy toward the magnet.

    “I’ll be back!” Primeape III swore as he was being attracted magnetically to a magnet. Chimchar was chasing after her robot pal, and Leavanny announced the results.

    “You… win!”

    “Ya-hal! Yahoo yahoo!”

    “This is the final match… Our challenge. Slah… Cough! Slak Jr.”

    Rampardos looked disgusted as he saw the Slaking pick his nose as he sauntered onto the stand. Gurdurr did not care, as he secretly hid a hand sanitizer bottle in his vest for afterwards. The final match began, with both sides working vigorously to win, until Slaking did something unexpected.

    “Wuh… wait!” Slaking smiled and put his hand up, to signify a pause in everything. Everyone waited anciously to see what would happen next. To everyone’s surprise, Slaking used that hand to Fire Punch Gurdurr in the face, burning it, and used the time of surprise to bring Gurdurr’s arm down for the Normal type to win.

    “Uh huh huh huh hah hack! Uh huh huh haah, hack!” Slaking posed like a supermodel, and cackled at Gurdurr without his mouth even opening. Gurdurr froze in an embarrassed pose, and slowly fell to under the desk.

    Rampardos’ eyes were wide open, trying to recall what he just saw into words. “…Where the heck am I? Arm wrestling is way zanier than the CPFA was…”

    ***

    “Yeah… Arm wrestling was not the place for me… So after trying my hand at mountain climbing as well as my daily dose of survival shows, I went back to fighting, since it seemed to be the best I was good at.”

    Mismagius was trying to comprehend everything Rampardos stated in a logical way, however Throh just spat out what was on his mind. “You’ve gone crazy, man! Robot Primeapes… Arm wrestling… Mysterious Kricketunes… You’ve gone crazy!”

    “Crazy, huh?!” Rampardos backflipped to the other side of the locker room. “Can a crazy one do that?!”

    “Actually yeah, I’ve seen a Porygon-Z do that a couple of times.”

    Shaddup! Now come at me, man!” Rampardos started charging towards his old rival, and Throh had no other choice but to initiate combat. As Rampardos went in for his Head Smash, Throh used Stone Edge at the exact moment the Rock type was going to collide, and the stones stopped the charging monster. Throh then used that opportunity to leap over the stunned Pokémon, and took hold of his tail. Using as much force as he could, Throh started spinning, still having hold of Rampardos. Once he seemed to be rotating fast enough, he let go of this rival.

    “So long, Ram-par-dos!” Throh yelled as he perfectly executed the move Storm Throw as if he was doing it to a turtle. Rampardos looked as if he was going to crash into the wall, but the walls were made of pure titanium- due to previous events in the past, the CPFA’s walls were altered to the upmost defenses.

    BONK!

    “Ooh… Right in the cranium.” Mismagius squeeled.

    “I could’ve done that any time in the ring back then, but then the audience would’ve complained about flying monsters!” Throh called out to the concussion concealing monster, who was too damaged to speak. However, at that point, Clefable opened the door, with a familiar Ground/Dark type stepping in as well.

    “This is where he resides, Krokorok. Enjoy your stay!” Clefable smiled as she left, oblivious to why he came in.

    “Hey hard-head!” The Krokrok that Rampardos thew a weight on had an icebag on his head. “I told you you’ll be hearing from my lawyer, and he’s outside! I hope you’ve got a lotta money!” Krokorok grabbed Rampardos by the tail and dragged him out the door to encounter a Steelix in court. Throh and Mismagius were alone at this point.

    “... Wanna go home and watch Entrainment?”

    ***

    “I really should’ve dropped off the trophy at home…” Lilligant struggled as she hauled an oversized golden 1st place trophy at a Slugma’s pace up the stairs to Throh’s apartment, with Hitmonchan at her side.

    “You sure you don’t want me to help carry it?”

    “No, no… I’m a big girl now. I can carry my own trophies.” At the doorstep, Lilligant placed the trophy down and hoped no natural disasters would make it topple and shatter. “Well… I really appreciate you cheering me on…”

    “Well you’ve cheered me on like four times already. It’s a shame Throh couldn’t go- he would’ve gone crazy over those free chocolates…”

    “I personally think it would’ve still been better if he didn’t come.” Hitmonchan and Lilligant both smiled, and…

    “Wait, you can smile? Lilligants don’t have mouthes…”

    “Uh… I… Well… Let’s just say they can.” Lilligant and Hitmonchan continued smiling, and started to inch closer to each other, and at that point they heard…

    “JUST KISS ALREADY!” The two heard Throh’s voice, breaking the moment, and scouted around for him. They then knocked on the door, and Mismagius let them in.

    “Greetings, Hitmonchan. We were just watching Entrainment.”

    “Hiya, Mismagius. We were at a dance competition.”

    The Ghost type turned to the Grass type. “And who might this ravishing young lady be?”

    “I’m Lilligant, a friend of Chan’s. You must be the smart gal that taught him how to beat Kadabra, right? He told me about you at the competition.”

    “Really? What did he say? Did he happen to inform you on my dashing good appearance and superior beauty?”

    “Uh… no… That would be awkward, considering you’re several years older than him.”

    Mismagius chortled. “Just harmless teasing, that’s all. Researching in a labrotory all day makes you forget about you appearance.”

    “So… what’d you do to the Battle Logger?”

    As Mismagius opened her mouth, Throh cried in horror. “NO! THEY DIDN’T KISS!” On the TV, an Arbok and Swalot were moving away from each other, with Swalot thinking out loud to the audience.

    Dang it, why didn’t I kiss her? It was the perfect opportunity…

    The Arbok also thought out loud. If only I didn’t like Gabite already…

    At this line, Throh smashed his chocolate bar in the palm of his hand in anger. “That’s it, Gabite is goin’ down… With Lampent.”

    Hitmonchan turned his head to Throh. “Who are those guys?”

    “Read the manga.” Lilligant and Mismagius simultaneously stated.
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    Chapter 29: Techno Metagross

    “…And that’s why my crown is irreplaceable.” Lilligant finished a conversation while the three were traveling to the ring. “Even if it was another crown from another Lilligant, something would be terribly wrong if I did not have my crown. Thankfully it’s nearly impossible for it to be taken off, for it’s my mind that decides if I want it off or not.”

    “That makes perfect sense!” Throh seemed astounded. “Who knew genes had anything to do with it?”

    “But what does that make the red part on your head?”

    “Oh that’s actually part of the crown. If you remove that, I would look horrible with just that crown on.” As Hitmonchan understood, he stepped onto the ring, and stared at his opponent of the day; Metagross. The Pokémon was typing some quick things on his laptop, and then noticed the Fighting type from across the ring.

    “Hello, Hitmonchan.”

    “Hey Meta. What’re you doing on that?”

    “Going over my strategy too complex for the average brain to comprehend.”

    “Your…strategy?”

    Indeed! Before I fight any opponent, I do mountains of studies and research to find their weaknesses. I also review their fighting videos to notice quirks and moves. And now, all I need to do is scan you with my Battle Logger for the final analysis…” Metagross held out his advanced Battle Logger to the other side of the ring. The Battle Logger beeped and whirred, signaling it was powering up, before it scanned.

    “Little Hitmonchan. #3 of the Over Used Circuit. Record is 12 wins, 3 losses, 12 KOs. Height is 4’7’, weight is 110.7 lbs, and age is 17. Random fact: Little Hitmonchan has spent eight Nugget’s worth of money on CPFA merchandise. Moves are Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunderpunch, Bullet Punch, and his special moves are Sky Uppercut and Dig.”

    “Woah… That’s so high tech…” Hitmonchan stared at the newfangled gadget, before taking out his own. “But I’m sure that my Battle Logger is just as good!”

    “Techno Metagross. #2 of the Over Used Circuit. Record is 45 wins, 20 losses, 39 KOs. Height is 5’5’, weight is 400 lbs, and age is 31. Random fact: Despite his name, Techno Metagross is more of a Pop fan than Techno.”

    “…Well? Is there anything else you can tell me?”

    “I apologize, but I have not been upgraded enough to be able to list an opponent’s moveset. That would require excessive and valuable technology all the way from the Almia region.”

    “Where and what the heck is Almia?”

    “Exactly.”

    “Hit me with your best shot! I know how to beat you! I’ve analyzed all your fighting patterns! Go ahead and fire away at me, this supercomputer isn’t going down anytime soon!”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Once the bell rang, Metagross immediately leaned back and gave Hitmonchan a swift Bullet Punch to the face. Expecting another Bullet Punch, the Fighting type dodged the moment he saw the Steel/Psychic type move, however said hybrid did not use Bullet Punch, and instead raised one of his arms up, and then down fiercly to perform a Hammer Arm.

    “Yes! My strategy is working already!”

    “So what? Everyone I face for the first time always gets a hit-“ As Hitmonchan was trying to converse in the fight, his guard wasn’t up and was smacked with a Bullet Punch. This time, Hitmonchan waited to see what Metagross was aiming to do, and this time it was another Hammer Arm. The Fighting type dodged, and actually was able to smack his opponent with Fire and Thunderpunches. After taking enough punches, Metagross blocked rather than being shifted to the side. The Iron Leg Pokémon executed a Bullet Punch, but failed to hit and was pummeled with punches soon after. The same end result of a miss happened when Metagross tried to Hammer Arm. After that however, Metagross had to check something on a small device.

    “Hold on! I need to check to see how my digital pets are going…”

    “Digital pets my butt, geek!” Hitmonchan Fire Punched the robotic Pokémon right in the face for a Star, making Metagross have to drop his toy.

    “Hey! I think he was just about to evolve, too! I missed a valuable moment in-”

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    Metagross tried to move away in fear of the move. “Woah-woah-woah… AGITH!” The blow sent him a few feet into the air, but he quickly readjusted himself and forgot about his digital pet for a moment to continue the battle. While the two were fighting, Lilligant started a conversation with Throh.

    “Actually, those tiny digital pet thingies aren’t so bad…”

    “True that. I remember messing with those all the time as a kid. But nowadays, the new ones are just plain ugly.”

    “Yeah, what is with those? I really miss the classics! I remember that there were a few that looked just like me!”

    “Aha hah! Cool story sis, but I don’t remember any like that. Have any proof?”

    Back in the battle, Hitmonchan knocked Metagross down with one final Thunderpunch. “Well that was an epic fail!” Metagross spouted as he was knocked back to the ring, and fell, with all of his limbs stretched out on the ring floor.

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…” Metagross sluggishly pulled himself back up.

    “Okay, that was just me playing nicely! Now it’s time to power you down!” Metagross started to levitate, and turned to a side, straightening himself with his limbs to be appear as a thin blue door. A light blue spark magically appeared and raised from his head, and he slammed into the Fighting type.

    “Yeowch! What was that?”

    “Ever heard of Zen Headbutt? Of course you haven’t! You’re too unintelligent to have known!” Metagross went into position to use another Zen Headbutt, but missed as the Fighting type dodged. “What? Impossible!” As Hitmonchan finished punched his opponent, Raichu called out the round was over.

    ***INTERMISSION***

    “Yo Chan! How’d you even get this far up in the league, anyway? My metagame analysis suggests that you should be struggling down in the UU Circuit with some Cofagrigus or Scyther.”

    “Uh? Hello?” Throh waved. “I trained him! I’m the OU Champion here!”

    “What’s that got to do with my metagame analysis?”

    “Don’t judge a monster by its cover! I faced a Musharna once and hoo nelly, I had nightmares of that pink terror gobblin’ up my chocolate bars for weeks!”

    “Speaking of chocolate bars… Can I have one now?”

    “Ok, but just a bit, I’m runnin’ low from yesterday.” As Throh handed his apprentice a few chocolate pieces, Lilligant stepped in with a laptop, holding a picture of a digital monster.

    “Doesn’t this gal look a lot like me?”

    “Heck no! Sure, they’re both grass oriented, but still.” Hitmonchan paused for a moment, looked around, and then spoke. “…Where’d you get that laptop from, anyway?”

    “Uh…”

    “Hey! How’d you get onto my laptop?! It has a password!” Metagross screamed out from the other side. “If ya wanted to use it, you should’ve asked me, baby!”

    “It wasn’t hard to get in. It took only like five attempts, and the password was “Lilligant”. Naming passwords after your romance desires is so cliché.”

    Throh’s eyes widened. “Uh… Hey Hitmonchan, remind me to change my email password after the fight.”

    ***ROUND 2***

    “Knowledge is power, Chan! I’ll prove it to you!” Hitmonchan attempted to predict a Bullet Punch, so he ducked, however Metagross changed his pattern up to start with a Hammer Arm, and knocked him down in the first few seconds of the match. “See? What’d I tell ya? I’m one of the few fighters that actually change their strategy!”

    “One…two…three…four…” As the Fighting type heard those numbers be chanted, he slowly brought himself back up to fight.

    Metagross went for a Bullet Punch this time, which Hitmonchan was still a bit too injured to dodge in time. The robotic monster then went for a Zen Headbutt, and his opponent attempted to counter it, but failed and got severly injured. At this point, Metagross had to check on his digital pets once more, however was smacked for a Star at this point. Hitmonchan tried a Sky Uppercut, but Metagross started the process for a Zen Headbutt, making the uppercut miss and the headbutt hit, signaling another knockdown for Hitmonchan.

    “What’s the matter Hitmonchan? Not smart enough? Well get smart! Watch a movie! Train your brain playing more of those video games!”

    “One…two…three…four…” Hitmonchan carefully got back on his two feet, and was getting sick of Metagross’ banting at this point.

    “Could we get on with it already? I thought geniuses knew not to pick on under-” Hitmonchan was interrupted once again to receive a Bullet Punch right at the face. Metagross went for a Hammer Arm, but Hitmonchan dodged and Fire Punched his opponent as much as he could. At this point, Metagross went for his finisher.

    THIS will end it! METEOR MASH!” The background of the arena seemingly changed to a dark and starry sky, as stars flowed to Metagross’ fist. He then faced his opponent, and unleashed a hard punch that appeared to have been fired like a meteor. Hitmonchan narrowly dodged the treacherous attack, much to Metagross’ surprise. “What? But how?” The Fighting type responded with as many attacks as he could fire, even getting a Star in the process. Hitmonchan went for the Sky Uppercut once more, but like last time, the Steel type started his Zen Headbutt as his opponent was preparing to uppercut, and succeeded with the hit. The Iron Leg Pokémon went for a Hammer Arm, but missed and got pelted by continuos hits, then blocked more after he was stunned. He finished the fight with a Bullet Punch as Hitmonchan continued to punch.

    “Ugh… Hooo…” The beaten Fighting type was knocked to the ring’s edge, and the force of the ropes knocked him onto the ring’s floor. “Uck.”

    “TKO! The winner is Techno Metagross!”

    “Victory is mine!” Metagross shook his fist skyward as he levitated off of the ring. As he was levitating, he was shouting other nonsense like “Fatality” and “Knowing is half the battle” before being yelled at by a Noctowl to shut up.

    Throh and Lilligant dashed up to Hitmonchan, who was flat on the ring’s floor. “That supercomputer’s tough, son. We’ll get em’ next time!”
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    Totally agree that Chapter 28 was your best to date. I loved the Entrainment episode, the Battle Logger begging not to be worked on, Throh's spat with the narrator, arm wrestling, Chan and Lilligant's little moment (so cute). All of it was really great and funny! I also laughed at the "Fat Guy Stole my Bike" meme parody.

    Chapter 29's fight was also very good and I love how a big guy like Metagross is such a nerd. Also apparently a really good fighter since he was able to beat Chan. Nice job overall, keep 'em coming!

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    Chapter 30: Mind Over Meta

    “Wait, so you’re telling me I can heal while the opponent is down?” Hitmonchan was speaking on the phone to Mismagius, while him, Throh, and Lilligant were heading to the Locker Room.

    “Affirmative. The feeling of positivity and miniscule movement while your enemy is down has actually been proved to slowly recover your health in battle.”

    “Wow. I’ll definitely remember that for my upcoming fights. Thanks for the tip, Mismagius!” Hitmonchan ended the call, but ended up bumping into a mass cluster of Pokémon. “Woah, what’s this?”

    Throh sighed. “The paparazzi. I guess something important’s coming up. I don’t know how they even get in here in the first place.”

    “Well how do we get in?”

    “Just fightin’ through them is the best solution. They don’t really care.” Hitmonchan shoved through the crowd of several monsters, until he encountered the cause of the paparazzi, Machamp speaking to a reporter Gardevoir, while a Magnezone was recording the whole thing with a hefty, high quality video camera.

    “So tell us champion, how do you feel against your upcoming match?”

    “Oh you mean against ol’ Tyranitar? Pfft! That guy’s such a weakling. He’s all bark and no bite.”

    “I can tell why you are overconfident. Your Fighting type attacks provide a very favorable type advantage against Tyranitar’s Rock/Dark type.”

    Machamp kept smiling, despite having know idea what type advantages actually were. “Sure I am! Expect a major beatdown in my next fight!”

    “Could you spout out your infamous quote to the audience once more?”

    “Gladly! Ahem… RELEASE THE BOGUS!” The crowd around him clapped and cheered in glory.

    Gardevoir turned around to the camera. “You heard it here, folks! I’m Gardevoir from the CPFA Today channel, signing off!” Gardevoir signaled Magnezone to turn off the camera, and the red light on it turned off. The huge cluster of Pokémon went to leave, except Magnezone stopped leaving when he noticed someone.

    “Woah! Aren’t you the legendary Doc Throh?”

    “Uh, yeah, I am. Who are you?”

    “I’m the camera guy. Dude, I’m a huge fan of you! Could I have an autograph? Sign my camera!” Magnezone held out a pen and his camera. How a Magnezone could hold such things Throh didn’t know, but he signed it anyway. “Hey Gardevoir! Look who it is!”

    Gardevoir turned from the hallway and looked back. “It’s just Little Hitmonchan, a Lilligant and some red guy. Come on, we have more important people to cover.”

    “No, no! It’s the legendary Doc Throh!”

    “Who?”

    “I apologize for her rudeness, she’s still new to the CPFA industry. I hope we can meet again some time!” Magnezone apologized as he floated off with his autographed camera.

    “Ok… that was odd. It’s nice to know that some people remember me!” Throh felt humble about himself. At this point, Metagross levitated over to them.

    “Hey, wasn’t that Gardevoir a freaking beauty queen? Not as much of a beauty queen as you, Lilligant, you’re a beauty Nidoqueen!”

    Lilligant sighed. “I’m pretty sure you could say that to all female Gardevoirs.”

    “I’m pretty sure if I didn’t know you I could woo her with my superior disc jockey skills!”

    HItmonchan ahd Lilligant didn’t understand the Steel/Psychic type, but Throh did. “You were a dj? Since when?”

    “Back in the late years of college. Let me elaborate on this topic… by flashback.”

    “Yay!”

    ***

    “For several years, being a dj was my job. I traveled across the regions, performing my well trained phonograph record spinning abilities for thousands of dancing, well-dressed Pokémon to hear. My entire family is known for the visual and performing arts, and I had no interest to go into fighting at the time. My father, a Metagross, was a scriptwriter, and his famous work of The Hairy Darmanitan and The Cresseliable, is still being performed in many modern theaters today. Go see them, they talk about modern day-”

    “I thought this was a flashback, not an advertisement! Where’s the memories?” Doc Throh complained.

    “Sorry, sorry. I’m getting there. My mom, a Wigglytuff, is an opera singer. I’m not exactly sure what my younger sister or brother’s going to be yet. But back to my dj skills, I was talented enough to even be able to mix music to some legendary celebrities. Granted, only a handful, but still, I was getting there!” Metagross’ voice suddenly switched to a serious tone. “However, that was what got me into the fighting buisness…"

    ***

    Metagross was doing his music mixing art in a fabulous stadium, full of thousands of Pokémon doing a simple jig to a funky fresh techno beat. Just as he was about to switch songs, a very popular yet controversial Pokémon floated into the room, looking quite discreeted and angry.

    “You.” The celebrity pointed his finger straight at Metagross in aggression. Metagross, who had buffed up earphones on, didn’t hear him, but did see him.

    “Oh hey! It’s Mewk Twoson! What can I do for you?” The Steel/Psychic type took a few seconds to take off his earphones to listen.

    “I thought I arranged my party to be strictly techno!”

    “… So? This is techno. Is it not funky enough for you? Because I-“

    “You don’t understand! This song is not only techno, but the song being remixed is a song sang by the band Poliworld!”

    “…..”

    “I HATE Poliworld! I thought I told someone to tell the dj that absolutely NO Poliworld songs should be played at this social gathering! I remember reading on their blog that they hate Psychic types!”

    “Oh. Well no worries! I’ll just switch it to another soundtrack like the Absol Twins-“

    “They’re even WORSE! Those two-timers tricked me off of some major money back in the day!” Mewtwo stopped levitating and started stomping right up to Metagross until they were mere inches apart. “Look, iron guy, did you hear the memo that guy sent you?”

    “Nuh… no one sent me a memo. The only reason I’m here is because a Serperior asked me to dj for this party- he never gave me any guidelines for what-”

    “Rrgh!” At this point, Mewtwo was heavily annoyed. And when Mewtwo’s stress level got maxed out, he shot a Shadow Ball at close range proximity, knocking Metagross all the way to the wall. All of the dancers immediately noticed and went over to help him, at least until Mewtwo turned around dramatically and glared, making them back up slowly.

    “Hey! That’s no fair! You want to challenge me? Come get some!” Metagross got back on his four arm/legs and prepared for battle. However, Mewtwo simply had a sly grin on his face and chortled. Metagross started levitating back to the psychic legendary, charging up a Bullet Punch. Mewtwo simply reached out towards the punch and held the robot of a thousands pounds with his own power and psychic power combined. After a gasp from the Pokémon, Mewtwo telekinetically slammed Metagross into the floor behind him. “… Ow…..”

    Mewtwo gave Metagross not time to get up however, and snapped his fingers, creating a bundle of fireballs rotating around him. He then sent the fireballs toward the Steel/Psychic type, which then formed to create the Japanese symbol for Fire once the Fire Blast made contact. This attack did an insane amount of damage to Metagross, and even burned him. He struggled to get up, but couldn’t. Mewtwo simply looked away, and began to Teleport to another location, but before activating the move, he stated one last word. “I’m waiting for your challenge.”

    ***

    As the flashback ended, Metagross finished his speech. “It took about three days to fully recover from that Fire Blast. I never actually got to challenging him again, despite then joining the CPFA to see if I had a chance… I was in the UU Circuit when he retired. I wonder where he is now.”

    “In that super-high tech jail in some super secret region.” Throh added. “The press always said they limit the Pokémon’s abilities their to their weakest potential to surpress them from escaping. I really wonder how exactly they do that, that’s some powerful stuff!”

    “It’s a secret to everybody.” Hitmonchan took a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted to fight the toughest Pokémon, but I wouldn’t want to fight Mewk Twoson- he’d destroy me. And if I became champion, I definitely wouldn’t want to be like him.”

    “Well that’s a long way from here, but if you even wanna get close to the top, you better work up a strategy to beating him tomorrow!” Throh pointed towards Metagross, who was checking something on his laptop as they were speaking.

    ***

    The following night, Hitmonchan seemed pumped up and ready for his rematch. As he stepped onto the ring, Metagross was typing a list of things on his computer.

    “What are you typing?”

    “Oh, just all the thing’s I’m going to buy once I knock you out again! I’m going to start with a backup hardrive… some more parts for the atomic laser I’m building… A bunch of Rare Candies… You’ve gotta manage your money, or you’ll end up broke.”

    “Smart. You- wait, did you say atomic laser? What would you do with that?”

    “You never know what might happen! Aliens could come and populate our world with dragons and demons! Regular Pokémon attacks may not affect them, so we might have to bring out the big guns and- I’ve explained too much, let’s fight!”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Metagross went for two Bullet Punches, but Hitmonchan dodged and countered. As the Steel/Psychic Pokémon began to use Hammer Arm, the Fighting type countered the attack for a Star by Ice Punching right as the robot reached the peak of its attack.

    “What? How’d you do that?”

    “I’ve been watching some of your fights to seek your weaknesses!”

    “…But how?”

    “The internet.”

    “Isn’t that ille-“ As Metagross was trying to converse, Hitmonchan Fire Punched him in the mouth for another Star, and prepared for his special.

    “DIG!”

    Metagross tried to escape away in complete terror, but failed. “Woah-woah-woah… AGITH! Huh… You seem to be learning from your mistakes…” Metagross went in for another Bullet Punch, but missed, for his speaking gave it away. The supercomputer was knocked down after a few more punches.

    As the crowd howled in glory, the Raichu then began his counting spree. “One…two…three…” Metagross struggled to get up as quickly as possible, and retained his battle formation. “Fight!”

    “Smart… But you’ll never be the champion by copying other’s tactics!”

    “You’re basically bagging on yourself now!” Both Pokémon Bullet Punched at the same time, knocking both of them out of their focus, and then Metagross Bullet Punched again while Hitmonchan was still recovering. Once he went for a Hammer Arm, Hitmonchan got back into his groove by side-stepping away from it. The opponent then reached for his digital pet device once more, but was Fire Punched for a star right after he took a peak at it.

    “Seriously! I think I got a valuable item and I couldn’t see what it was!” Metagross threw an Ancientpower attack, however Hitmonchan ducked and Fire Punched as much as he could, before finishing off the combo with one more Dig, knocking the opposing Pokémon down.

    “One…two…three…”

    While tired, Metagross reached up to babble a phrase. “What am I fighting for…” Then the Pokémon collapsed. Hitmonchan was healing himself by lightly shifting around as the enemy was down, just as Mismagius mentioned earlier.

    “…four…five…six…” The supercomputer forced himself up once more.

    “That’s it! I’m going to crush you!” Metagross screamed right as he charged up a Bullet Punch, but he got countered for a Star. “THIS will end it! METEOR MASH!” Metagross began his special, however Hitmonchan did the same. The Fighting type’s special intercepted the Steel/Psychic type’s special, and activated a one-hit knock down.

    “Graaaaaaah!” Metagross was knocked back, holding his hands to his head. “I think I have a headache! Agh!” He dragged his body to different parts of the ring in pain before falling flat on the ring’s floor.

    “TKO! The winner is Little Hitmonchan!”

    “Hah hah! Wa-hoo! Yeah-hah!” As the winner did his victory dance, the crowd cheered a bit more than average for the Fighting type. Throh and Lilligant seemed very excited as well.

    “Woo-wee, son! You do realize where you are now, right?”

    “Uh… High in the Over Used circuit?”

    “You’re in the top three, baby! It takes a lot of work and dedication to get up there!”

    “Hey, that’s my line!” Throh complained as he handed his apprentice a massive bundle of 4800 Pokédollars. “You’re practically a celebrity, Chan! Just without all the death threats, copyright issues and relationship technicalities.”

    Hitmonchan’s enthusiasm suddenly paused. “Death…threats…”

    “Yep! I remember when I had my first one from a Sableye in Hoenn. He complained how the fact that I eat so much chocolate would be a stereotype and would incourage babies to eat more and a bunch of other nasty nonsense.” Throh chomped on his chocolate bar while explaining. “Oh, and hope to death that you don’t receive death threats involving copyright issues from relationship technicalities. I remember an old Dusknoir having a bloodthirsty wife of a Flygon who wanted to take all of his money off of his addictive bobbleheads.”

    “How would you make a bobblehead off of a Dusknoir?” Lilligant seemed more into the story than Hitmonchan. Throh brought one Dusknoir bobblehead in good condition out of his napsack.

    “They were just so good at making bobbleheads that they could.” He then started to bang his head to the bobblehead’s movements. After both shrugging, Hitmonchan and Lilligant started to bobble their heads as well. A Luvdisc passed by them, staring at them as if they were crazy.

    “Just what is love? Certainly not that.” The Luvdisc sighed as it floated away.

    “... But anyway, whatever happened to that Dusknoir?”

    “He managed to have one son, but after that Dusknoir was dumped. It’s kinda hard to kill a ghost, anyway. But the Glaceon had a good life after that- now she’s tied with a Piloswine in Johto and they run a bakery. And by golly, their cookies are amazing!”
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    Chapter 31: Extremespeed Lugia the Flare Blitz

    “BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!”

    “Would you shut up already?” Hitmonchan was annoyed at his constantly beeping Battle Logger on the way to the OU Locker Room with his trio. “This thing’s been chanting this ever since I turned its Wi-Fi on!”

    “BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!”

    “Have you tried asking it to stop?”

    “I! Have not… Battle Logger, stop.”

    “BREAK- I’ll stop now.”

    “What is this “breaking news” you’ve been talking about? Have we gone to war with those sphere dragon things again?”

    “No, and hopefully we will never again. Despite our toughest legendaries and monsters going up against them, we Pokémon were just too weak to compare ourselves with those Bak-“ At this point, Throh was cut off by an Earthquake, coming from the locker room. The three knew something was up, and dashed into the locker room to see Machamp causing those Earthquakes as a tantrum, in front of several fans, as well as the Gardevoir and Magnezone recording crew.

    “It’s JUST NOT FAIR! I totally should’ve wiped his rocky head straight off of the stage! I seriously have no idea how the heck the kept knocking me down! It’s an outrage, dudes!”

    A lot of the other Pokémon slowly stepped away from Machamp at this point, even the reporters. “O-K… In other news… Surveys show that you’ll be coming up against Little Hitmonchan next. How do you feel-“ Gardevoir noticed Hitmonchan, Throh, and Lilligant at the Locker Room’s entrance. “Oh, there he is now! Hitmonchan, could you please come on camera?”

    “Uh… Sure.” Hitmonchan cautiously sauntered onto the scene, and has never been interviewed before in his life, so he was a bit nervous.

    “Tell us, Hitmonchan. How does it feel to be in the top three?”

    “It’s been an honor. I’ve aimed to go for the top, but in reality I expected to maybe reach the tops of the UU circuit. I couldn’t have done it without the help of Doc Throh, who took me as an apprentice.”

    “Right, right… And how do you expect your fight to be with ex-champion Super Macho Machamp to go?”

    “Uh…” Hitmonchan turned to Machamp, who was taking several deep breaths off-camera. “…He’s tough alright, but I’ll have to fight him myself before I jump to any rash conclusions.”

    “That makes sense.” Gardevoir turned back to the camera. “And that was some words from the wise Hitmonchan himself, who surely must have given a lesson all should take deeply into their hearts. I’m Gardevoir, signing off.” Gardevoir signaled to Magnezone to turn off the recording.

    “A lesson? What kind of lesson?” Magnezone was confused.

    “I just thought that up on the spot.” Gardevoir whispered. “So now we need to see what that Toxicroak is up to down in the UU circuit…” After the two disappeared, Hitmonchan went up to Machamp.

    “So Machamp, what did Tyranitar-“

    ARGH!” The macho monster bawled.

    “… What did he do? What were his attacks?”

    “They were super quick, dude. I was given little to no time to react to his Pursuit and Thunderpunches… He also makes a sandstorm out of nothing to mess with me…” At this point, Tyranitar stomped into the locker room, making Machamp tremble. “Ack! It’s him! Hide me bro!” Machamp ducked behind Hitmonchan, before realizing he could still be seen, so he then grabbed Throh and Lilligant to cover him up.

    “What? Easy on the outfit!”

    “Hey! Don’t grab me there!” Even the three Pokémon were not enough to shield Tyranitar’s eyes from Machamp. The Rock/Dark type simply scoffed at them.

    “Hmph. Wimp.” Tyranitar continued on his path to his locker. When the coast was clear, Machamp knocked the three to the floor comically to make it look as if nothing happened.

    “Man… I hope to Arceus that if I beat Tyranitar, the world will be a more humane universe!”

    “You’re in those grief stages that old Mawile psychiatrist noted, right?” Lilligant questioned.

    Machamp was in tears at this point. “…BAH HAH HAAA!” Gyarados rushed over to him, and offered the ex-champion a tissue box. Machamp swiped it out of his tail, thanked him, and blew on it painfully. “BBBBBBBBBBBHHHHH!”

    “…Three…two…one…”

    “…Well that’s done with. Everyone loses at some point. The world can turn again now.” Machamp scratched his head, thinking of what to do now. “Now what was I gonna say… Oh yeah! Hey Hitmonchan, don’t expect any wins from me! These massive muscles and bashing biceps give dudes a pounding and dudettes a lounging!”

    “A lounging?”

    “No seriously dude, some girls sit on these things! I give them rides around the park on Sundays.”

    “That makes sense.” Hitmonchan then brought out his Battle Logger to take notes on. “So tell me, Machamp, what exactly makes you so famous?”

    “What exactly? What doesn’t? All my movies reel in the dough big time! But the first time I was actually in a movie was that old-school, anime, and seriously overdramatic one… I think it was called Agility Runner, and it was really cheesy…”

    “Would you mind giving us a flashback or interpretation of Agility Runner? Y’know, just for knowledge purpouses.” Lilligant lighted up as she asked.

    “Eh, why not? Though my memory is super bad, so I might’ve skipped a few details and paraphrased.”

    ***

    “So there was me, I was the main character, and my name was ExtremeSpeed Lugia, though it was shortened to X, and my nickname was the Flare Blitz. So my full name was Extremespeed Lugia the Flare Blitz. He used to be a nerd at a famous monster busting facility until he got poisoned by a heavily radioactive snake that was being tested for incinerating dinosaurs from the past. He has a long red trenchcoat and a huge symbol on his forehead shaped like a V, but is gold at the intersection. The symbol can be used as a boomerang and a gun, but he doesn’t use the gun because he also has a sword twice as long as five hot dogs combined on end.”

    “That sounds quite delectable. Carry on!” Throh started chomping on his chocolate bars vigorously.

    “So he also knows this girl who wants to woo and go steady with, but she’s all sassy and stuff and was named Sapphire Softboilded- she was played by a Froslass. She goes out in the middle of the night to do stuff mysteriously. Anyway, so apparently there was this vampire Chandelure named Genomurder, who killed all the people at the monster busting facility and took all of its technology to rule the world. Extremespeed Lugia tried to defeat him, but Genomurder was too powerful, and placed an everlasting burn that could only be extinguished by the kiss of one’s true love within three days, before the fire burns so hard that it chokes him. Also he plans to send the moon on him if he somehow gets the burn off of him.”

    “…You know what, who cares about notes?” Hitmonchan tossed his Battle Logger aside.

    I cannot feel pain, but I can feel loneliness!” The Battle Logger complained.

    “So Extremespeed goes across the land until he finds a talking robot that can transform into a high-tech car and is all “I am a talking robot, I am faithful to whoever finds me. Be my friend, master.” So X uses that robot to track down Genomurder, who rests in this large dome out in the middle of a desert. But Genomurder is prepared and stuff and has an army of giant robots to fight back!”

    “Overkill much?”

    “Overkill indeed, dude! But the thing was all these giant robots were based off of Japanese mythology or some other weird country. So those robots chased Extremespeed off, and all hope was lost, until Sapphire came along and revealed that “Oh I’m an angel and I shall protect you!” So they went up into space to meet X’s godfather, which in reality was a Seismitoad. The Seismitoad said “Ah son, you are the chosen one! Go pull that legendary sword from that stone over there that no one else could get out of it!” And then Extremespeed pulled it out of it, and that sword somehow merged with his own to become the Infinity Giga Blade! It had powers over time, magnets, electrical beings, and had mind control as a side effect. His godfather also gave his son an awesome set of armor that didn’t look like armor, since it didn't protect the most vital organs of his body, but it was.”

    Lilligant’s eyes bulged. “…Excuse me, I think I- uh, need to… uh… I think I just… Bah!” Lilligant cried away in utter embarrassment, but no one really cared because of them being too involved in the story.

    “So Extremespeed, the robot, and Sapphire went back down to fight Genomurder and stuff, and with the Infinity Giga Blade all the robots blow up in a spherical explosion, but the city in the dome is completely fine due to it being made of titanium. The Genomurder yells “Ah but I have one more trick up my sleeve!” And then he grabs Saphire and throws her into the bottom of the sea! Which happened to be right next to the city dome!”

    “I don’t think that’s geologically possible-“

    Shh! You’re ruining it Chan! Sometimes not questioning logic is the way to go!”

    “So ExtremeSpeed and his robot chase after her to the sea, and run into a mermaid out of nowhere who knows where she is. They follow her but it turns out to be a trap, and she gives him a pleasuring scene, but I’m sure many younger dudes wouldn’t like me to describe it. So then they wake up drifting in the ocean, and are found by a bunch of time traveling pirates looking for treasure. The pirates agreed to help, and eventually they find Sapphire, but they had to beat a kraken, shark, kalamari hybrid that looked both way cool and ridiculous at the same time. The pirates stabbed it with a harpoon and they revived Sapphire with a rare herb that they stole from some mutated witch nurses from outer space, but that’s unimportant.”

    Lilligant dashed back into the locker room at this point. “Okay, I’m back. What did I miss?”

    Shh! You’ll ruin the story Lil!”

    “So after they revived Sapphire, the fire on Extremespeed Lugia was only mere hours until it was about to choke him, so they run to Genomurder who’s all like “No!” And then Genomurder goes into his giant robot which looks like a dragon, but it’s really a sea monster! It then makes a giant axe out of buildings and slams it on Extremespeed’s robot! But the Extremespeed is completely fine and yells “Aha I have one more trip up my sleeve!” And then! And then! And then! The giant robot combines with the pirate ship to become an even bigger robot with over the shoulder cannons, a cape made of swords, and had a helmet with two swords on it! Then the robot pirate thing shot a giant laser out of its chest, that’s the equivalent of the heat of two suns! But Genomurder is still all “I am invincible! And your burn is almost up!” But then at the last second Sapphire runs up to Extremespeed and kisses him, making the burn shrivel up into mere ash! But the thing is the moon is still crashing! So the giant pirate robot grabs Genomurder’s robot and drags him to where the moon is about to crash, but has to stay there in the meantime! He’s all “How can this be?!” and the robot explosions and sparks fly everywhere, but so does the giant robot pirate ship! But then the pirate ship’s time machine powers activate, sending the three into a technicolored battlefield!”

    “Is there thunder and lightning there too?”

    “Heck yeah there was! So then they all started fighting, and then it’s almost as Extremespeed’s about to die, and Sapphire’s all “Nooooooooooooo!” and Genomurder’s all “Yeeeeeessssss!” But then, because he believed in his angel who believed in him he shot an enormous laser out of his chest, which sent Genomurder into time, into a time where he didn’t exist! The laser made the entire battlefield explode, sending the two to an earlier time at a tropical resort, and then they go on a picnic and get married.”

    Hitmonchan, Throh, and Lilligant were flabbergasted by the insaneness of the story, whether or not Machamp made up at least half of it. “That sounds like the best movie ever! Why haven’t we heard of it before?”

    “It wasn’t liked from critics due to how “unrealistic” it was and how there was “no pace.” But what do critics no about pure awesomeness these days?” Machamp stood up tall. “But yeah, that was my first movie. You can probably rent it at the video store- it’s very old. Be sure to check out my other movies, like Dusk, and you’d be an idiot to not see Bridge to Blizzard!” The Fighting type turned to the other Fighting types. “Well, good luck for the upcoming match, Chan! You’ll need it.” As the four Pokémon separated, Metagross was listening in secretly.

    “Oh look, another one of Machamp’s tall tales. I watched his movie, and nearly none of that happened. I’m sure it was a racing movie, but the plot wasn’t that long and Genomurder didn’t get killed in the end. And if there were mutant witch nurses, I surely would’ve remembered that part.”
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    I'm going to be frank, I'd be more interested in this fanfiction if the main character wasn't a Hitmonchan. Not that Hitmonchan is bad, but if I were to create a fan-fiction about Pokemon boxing, Hitmonchan would be the last Pokemon I would use as the main. The reason being is that I would try to be more creative than that. I'm not saying the fanfic is bad, I'm just saying that making a Hitmonchan the star of a Boxing fanfiction is pretty uncreative and predictable.

    Just saying.

    Edit: Maybe I should clarify. If I were to make a Pokemon/Punch-Out Fan-Fic, I would use a Pokemon I feel would not be fit for boxing, but would be more fit than, say, a Raticate who would most likely play the role of the story's Glass Joe/Gabby Jay character. The Little Mac of the story would have more thought put into it. Where the main antagonist, or the MikeTyson/Mr. Dream/Nick Bruiser of the story would most likely be the Pokemon that would probably be best suited to boxing, which is of coarse, Hitmonchan. So, long story short, a Hitmonchan makes a boring protagonist, but would make a great ANtagonist in my opinion.

    Again, just saying.
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    Very nice chapters, Hil! I greatly enjoyed the Metagross battle and it was nice to see that Chan realized fire was the way to go. Mewk Twoson sounds like a jerk (as he should be so it makes it more satisfying when Chan beats the heck out of him).

    Chapter 31 was also great and hilarious. Super Macho Man was the funniest character in the Wii game and Machamp fits his character perfect. I took a look at the Youtube video and it seems to match your story in a very hilarious way. Someone should indeed make an anime of that magnitude.

    Great job as always, can't wait for more!

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    Quote Originally Posted by MugoUrth View Post
    I'm going to be frank, I'd be more interested in this fanfiction if the main character wasn't a Hitmonchan. Not that Hitmonchan is bad, but if I were to create a fan-fiction about Pokemon boxing, Hitmonchan would be the last Pokemon I would use as the main. The reason being is that I would try to be more creative than that. I'm not saying the fanfic is bad, I'm just saying that making a Hitmonchan the star of a Boxing fanfiction is pretty uncreative and predictable.

    Just saying.

    Edit: Maybe I should clarify. If I were to make a Pokemon/Punch-Out Fan-Fic, I would use a Pokemon I feel would not be fit for boxing, but would be more fit than, say, a Raticate who would most likely play the role of the story's Glass Joe/Gabby Jay character. The Little Mac of the story would have more thought put into it. Where the main antagonist, or the MikeTyson/Mr. Dream/Nick Bruiser of the story would most likely be the Pokemon that would probably be best suited to boxing, which is of coarse, Hitmonchan. So, long story short, a Hitmonchan makes a boring protagonist, but would make a great Antagonist in my opinion.

    Again, just saying.
    First off, thanks for the review, I think this was the most thoughtful review I've had so far.

    I didn't really think of this fic to be a boxing fic, since not everyone in the story particularly fight with their hands. At one point, I did consider a Sawk would be a good protagonist, except having both Throh and Sawk may seem a bit too generic.

    Putting Furret as the main character? Might be interesting if then he got coached by Throh. But then what?

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    Very nice chapters, Hil! I greatly enjoyed the Metagross battle and it was nice to see that Chan realized fire was the way to go. Mewk Twoson sounds like a jerk (as he should be so it makes it more satisfying when Chan beats the heck out of him).

    Chapter 31 was also great and hilarious. Super Macho Man was the funniest character in the Wii game and Machamp fits his character perfect. I took a look at the Youtube video and it seems to match your story in a very hilarious way. Someone should indeed make an anime of that magnitude.

    Great job as always, can't wait for more!
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    Chapter 32: Super Macho Machamp

    “Where the heck is he? I’ve been waiting here for like five minutes now.” Hitmonchan was tapping his foot repulsively on the ring, waiting for Machamp to arrive.

    “If he’s late, he’s probably going to make an entrance.” Lilligant called out. “Be on the lookout, he’ll probably pop out from underneath you or something.”

    Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! The sound of a car came from a golden limousine from the audience, and out of its window seat, Machamp stood from it. The crowd cheered, screamed, and clapped as they saw the grinning Pokémon rise. As he accosted to the ring, it seemed the audience oozed in excitement.

    “Are you ready?!”

    “Just about- oh wait, the Battle Logger…”

    “Too bad! Because I’m gonna put on a show!” Machamp walked to the middle of the ring and turned to the audience, and flexed his pecs.

    “Aieeeeee!” All the females in the audience screeched.

    “Disgusting…” Hitmonchan turned away as he activated the Battle Logger.

    “Super Macho Machamp. #1 of the Over Used Circuit. Record is 48 wins, 2 losses, 47 KOs. Height is 6’2’, weight is 276 lbs, and age is 29. Random fact: Super Macho Machamp has been in over 23 commercials.”

    “You’re only 29? You look a bit older than that.”

    Machamp immediately got into Hitmonchan’s face. “What did you just say?!”

    “Uh… You look a bit younger than 29.”

    “…Oh. Well you look younger than... whatever age you are.”

    “I’m 17.”

    Machamp was impressed. “Dude! That’s way young! Most of us start when we’re around 20! … Never mind that bro, whatever age you are, I’m still going to deliver a smackdown from the ex-champion!”

    ***ROUND 1***

    Once the match started, Machamp waited a moment before delivering his first, quick attack- a simple but effective Karate Chop. “Crunch! Time!”

    “Woah! That wasn’t even a Crunch attack! If you want to call out your own attacks, you should be getting its names right.”

    “Shut up, bookworm! Hagh…” Machamp crouched to a side of the ring, and prepared his hand by flapping it several times. Hitmonchan could see the move from a mile away, and dodged out of the incoming Wake-Up Slap. “Uck!” The Fighting type punched the other Fighting type with his elemental attacks. As he was getting punched, he panted and banted out odd exclamations as he was knocked around. “Uh-hooo! Ooh! Crunch!” After juggling him with a Fire Punch, Hitmonchan received a Star. Machamp tried another Karate Chop, but missed. “No!” The Superpower Pokémon thought it would be a fantastic idea to use the same move once more, but the same end result occurred. Machamp paused to give the audience and Hitmonchan an enchanting pose. “Photo! Op!”

    Hitmonchan had no camera, so his memory for the fight was recorded with his Thunderpunch to the face, and an extra Star. “What does photo op mean?”

    “Photo opp-ur-tunity, dude. Get with the superstar lingo, man. If you get past me you’ll need to know its language, man.”

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    Machamp’s tone of voice went from a calm and simple tone to a freaked out and scared tone. “Ow!” The uppercut instantly knocked Machamp down. “Oooooooooo…” The four-armed humanoid ran around the ring to a corner before falling straight on his unneedingly muscular hide.

    Throh looked disgusted. “TMI, narrator! Too much info!” A bright red iron girder materialized over Throh’s head, and smashed it, giving him a mild headache. “Yeowch! Why must you hate me so?!”

    Lilligant stared at Throh as if he was crazy. “What are you talking about, Throh? You sound crazy- Is that an iron girder?!“ Lilligant suddenly swiped the girder and hugged it, cherishing its metallicness. “I LOVE small little iron inanimate things! So cool, yet so hard!”

    “And she thought I was crazy…”

    Interlude aside, Raichu was on the ring and counting up. “One…two…three…four…five…”

    “Ah… Beginner’s luck!” Machamp pushed himself back up to fight and used Karate Chop, but missed. “Hang! Dude! What the-” Machamp was too busy getting punched to finish his sentence. He then used a new attack, by stomping on the ring floor, sending shockwaves down to make an Earthquake. Hitmonchan dodged, but not in the right direction, and got hit. “Mah-cho!” The obviously macho monster used a, but failed to do any damage, and Hitmonchan even got a Star at the end of it. Since he was low on health, Machamp knew it was time to use his special move. “Super!”

    The crowd flipped open their horrible quality cell phone cameras and took as many snapshots of the macho Machamp as he posed. “Macho!”

    As he said his species name, an enormous explosion came out from behind him, covering the view for some of the audience, but accentuating it for another part of the audience. “MACHAAAAAAAMP!”

    Hitmonchan was trying to understand what recently happened and get the picture flashes out of his eyes. “Where did that explosion come from? I call shenanigans!” While he was trying to comprehend the situation at hand, Machamp charged up his fist, and rotated with it extended, beautifully performing a DynamicPunch right towards Hitmonchan’s cheek. The ex-champion hit even as the challenger dodged, even knocking him down.

    “Stay down!”

    “I’d rather not, you affluent ab abnormality!”

    Machamp scratched his head at this banter. “Duh… What’s an aff- lue-ent?”

    Raichu stepped in to explain before counting. “It means you’re rich.”

    “Oh. Then I’m affluent AWESOMENESS!”

    “Ugh… One…two…three…” Hitmonchan got up a smidge faster as the Electric and Fighting type were conversing. Machamp used a Wake-Up Slap, but ended up missing completely and got Bullet Punched several times in the gut. “I’ve had enough knockdowns during the past week! From here on out, I’m going to abase you and your ego!”

    “ROUND OVER!”

    “…Next round!”

    ***INTERMISSION***

    For a break, Machamp was having a glorifying and inspirational conversation with some fans taking bad quality pictures on their mp3 players. “Get your hands off the ropes! And if you want these sunglasses, too bad! You can’t afford these sunglasses! … Oh? You want a photo? Well, make sure you get my good side! Oh wait! I only have good side!”

    Throh seemed a bit annoyed as Hitmonchan stepped to his side of the ring. “Hey! Hey hey! Hey hey hey! Hey howdy heeey! Heeeeey!”

    “What is it, ya fairy?”

    “Have you been chattin’ with Mismagius lately? Only she has such a big vocabulary!”

    “Oh you’ve noticed my vocab? No, I haven't been chatting with Mismagius. I just felt like saying something smart. No hard feelings, right?”

    “Well when you put it that way… NO! If you want a gal, go giggle with girder girl over there… But take a chocolate first, you never know when you’d need it.”

    “Who’s girder-“ Hitmonchan turned to Lilligant, who was stroking and caressing the bar like a newborn baby. “…Never mind.”

    “My precious…” Lilligant continued to fondle the bar like a piece of gold.

    “Hey Lil, what’s with-“

    The Grass type immediately snapped. “My metal! NO touchy! Or do you want Lusty Lilligant to whisk you with this bar like a whip?” Hitmonchan was apprehensive about if Lilligant might’ve gotten bonked by that girder, and slowly stepped away. “…I’m going to call you Aiderod.”

    Throh chuckled and pointed. “Oh Ms. Metal Maiden, I have to ask a question. What kind of name is that?”

    WHAM! ***ROUND 2***

    “Hey, hey, Machamp.” Raichu was tapping Machamp’s shoulder with his tail. “I think there’s a fundraiser over there asking for you support. If you want I can pause the-“

    Machamp turned to the Electric type, and responded in a negative way. “Get outta my way!” The Fighting type knocked Raichu to the sides of the ring, and a lot of the audience started booing. “It’s showtime!” Machamp then started twisting, turning, and stretching to create some unusually inspiring poses.

    “This is blasphemy! Why must everyone dislike fundraising to cleaning up Holon?!” A Persian holding the fundraiser cried. “Just because the Pokémon there may be a little strange doesn’t mean everyone has to forget about it!”

    “Dude! Why’d you do that? Not only did you reject a simple donation to clean up Hoenn-“

    “You’re saying it wrong!”

    “Yeah yeah, but more importantly you smashed down the referee! I hope he’s not that hurt…” Raichu’s leg started twitching, and he did an impressive backflip to get back up on his feet. The crowd was dazzled and clapped for the amazing gymnastics of the referee.

    “I AM IRREPLACEABLE!” Raichu dashed away from Machamp before he could get injured any more. “………………….You can start fighting now.”

    “No one steals my spotlight, dude! Not even referee rodents! Hang! Ten!” Machamp did a Karate Chop attack straight to Hitmonchan’s face. He then followed up with a Wake-Up Slap, but missed entirely, and a few punches already knocked the ex-champion down.

    “One…two…three…four…five…”

    Machamp got right back on his feet and began the battle with another Wake-Up Slap as well as an Earthquake attack. Both attacks did not do any damage, and instead resulted in the attacker getting attacked. After this however, Machamp unleashed a new attack. He held his fist up for only a split second before using Payback. “Pump! It!” Since Payback hit the first time, Machamp thought it was an astounding idea to use the attack again. That didn’t work out so well, as Hitmonchan dodged and countered. “Pump! Dude! Ack ack ack! Aha! Oofoo! Ugh! Oooh! Photo!”

    Hitmonchan interrupted the photo opportunity to grab a Star. “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “Ow! Ah-hagh!” Machamp tried one more Earthquake attack, but one Fire Punch later Machamp was knocked down.

    “One…two…three…four…”

    Machamp tilted his head up as if he was about to say something. “Augh… Urg.” The massive Fighting type’s head fell right back down as Raichu continued to count.

    “…five…six…seven…eight…”

    Machamp got up for the second time in the round, and at this point he wasn’t going to hold anything back. “Super! Macho! MA-CHAAAAAAAAMP!” Explosions once again popped out from behind him as the rich Machamp charged up his Dynamicpunch and began spinning. This time however, Hitmonchan ducked after each punch, as Machamp spun three times before stopping. “Ma- BOGUS!”

    Hitmonchan used as much time as he had left to lay a beating of Fire and Thunderpunches on Machamp, but it seemed as if his opponent did not get knocked out of his stun. He wasn’t complaining once he delivered the finishing blow. “Oh!” Machamp felt the final Fire Punch for a few seconds before doing an impressive spin in mid-air, also known as a barrel roll to some, and dropped a ton of Pokédollars from his girdle, sending them all throughout the air. The Persian, Hitmonchan, and several others watching the match up close swiped as much as they could as Machamp let out one final grunt. “Ugh… Oomph…”

    “TKO! The winner is Hitmonchan- oh look, money!”

    Hitmonchan was too busy grabbing as much cash as he could from the ring floor to shout out a victory cry, but the crowd was super-excited, as he was officially to the top of the Over Used circuit. After taking about 5300 Pokédollars, Hitmonchan was surprised to see Throh with an enormous red bump on his head. “Woah, what happened?”

    “I was aiderodded…” Throh slurred as he threw 5551 Pokédollars into the air from the fight, giving Hitmonchan over 10, 000 Pokédollars in salaries! The red Fighting type collided with the floor a few seconds later.

    “Score! More cash!” Hitmonchan grasped some more floating bills, and Lilligant did so as well. After waiting five minutes to see if Throh would come back to his senses, Hitmonchan waved a chocolate bar over the body, and the collapsed Pokémon suddenly jumped up and ate the whole bar out of his hand!

    “Mmm… Yuck… I hate these kind of wrappers… Where were we?”

    “I beat Machamp.”

    “Heh hey! Great job son! You’re almost at the…” Throh put his hand to his forehad. “Argh… I think I got a serious migraine from that bar over there…”

    “It’s just impossibly large, too!” Lilligant continued to pet the girder. “I don’t know where it came from though, it sort of came out of thin air.”

    “It might’ve been that spiritual being from that funky religion a Venusaur from the streets warned me about once. I think he said it means the one from beyond the world hates someone, the world’s about to end, or that spiritual being is using it as a way to say…”
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    Nice chapter. I had fits trying to beat Super Macho Man on the Wii so it's nice to see Chan beat him up on his first try. The whole California "Bogus" and "Crunch Time!" stuff was really funny. Lilligant's obsession with the girder, while strange, was also funny. Good fights scenes and jokes as usual.

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    AMAZING chapter, as always. I loved the girder and Lilligant and Raichu was hilarious! However, I thought first try was a little too... predictable. Chan's only lost once, so maybe make him lose more often.

    BTW, you should make an entrainment fic! XD
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    Chapter 33: Montage

    “I’M THE BEST FIGHTER EVER!” Hitmonchan paraded through the halls as if he won the lottery. “NOTHING CAN DESTROY ME!”

    “Hitmonchan, remember what happened last time you said that?”

    “Said what?”

    “Remember the last time you were all overconfident? You got a psychic whooping from Kadabra.”

    “That’s behind me!”

    “But who’s up next? You’re #1 in the Over Used circuit, but you’re not the champion. That means…”

    Bump… bump… The sound of stomping came from a ticked off Tyranitar, who was heading right toward the three. “Hey Chan-baby!” Tyranitar yelled in a monstrous voice, one that seemed low and grumbling at the same time.

    Hitmonchan jumped at the voice. “Agh! Uh… Hi Tyranitar.”

    “You betta book yo’self a hospital fo tomorrow night! You gonna need it when I’m done with ya.” Tyranitar smacked his knuckles together, and went on to the locker room.

    “Geesh, and people thought my grammer was bad…” Throh mocked, but Tyranitar happened to hear said insult, and growled.

    “Grrrrr…” As the group was entering the room, the interviewers Gardevoir and Magnezone were already inside the locker room, waiting for a chance to ambush and interview Hitmonchan. A group of assorted Pokémon were also pacing for their arrival, and surrounded the three when they entered.

    “Ah, you’ve finally arrived! Please tell us-“

    Hitmonchan was mildly disgusted in the fact the two were waiting for him to enter. “…How did you get in here?”

    Gardevoir and Magnezone both flashed to the Fighting type a badge attached to an orange sash. Hitmontan squinted and read the words aloud. “Official CPFA Press Pass Badge. Official CPFA Channel Reporter and CPFA Channel Video Recorder. Species Gardevoir and species Magnezone. Blood types A and B. Ages are 28 and 30. … That still doesn’t answer my question.”

    “Our press passes double as the key to the locker rooms.”

    “Then what about all those random Pokémon that huddle in a circle in here sometimes?” Hitmonchan gestured to the group who were oblivious to the conversation.

    “Oh them? I have no idea. I think they have a secret organization or something.” Gradevoir cleared her voice and change the subject. “So… How do you feel about being the fighter before the champion?”

    “Shocking, to say the least. I feel like it’s been nearly five months, but clearly it’s been… Uh… Shorter than that.”

    “You do realize you’re also one of the quickest fighters in the CPFA to get this high up in such a short period, right? The only others who have done so quicker are Doc Throh…Forsaken Seviper…Mewk Twoson…”

    “Hey, that’s me!” Throh smiled and pointed to himself.

    “I loved Seviper as a kid! She was the best!” Lilligant sighed.

    “Amazing Accelgor… and the current champion, Master Tyranitar himself. Any words of wisdom for us fans to know for the epic upcoming title bout? Any quotes? Thoughts? Limericks? Viral internet memes?”

    “Um…” Hitmonchan spouted the first thing to come to mind. Happy Girls’ Day?”

    Gardevoir blinked and slowly spun to the camera. “…Well, that was a bit off of the intended demographic, but you heard it first, folks! Little Hitmonchan tells us to honor the day of being a woman, even if he was a day off on that! Surely he is not as sexist as some of the other fighters out there! Flexibility to the female! This is Gardevoir, signing off!” As the Psychic type finished, the Magnezone cameraman turned off the camera. “Come on! You need better things to say!”

    The Fighting type scratched his head. “Sorry! I’m not a history quote guru.”

    Gardevoir crossed her arms. “Well, if you want to get better reception as a fighter, get some more quotes, or a catchphrase! Don’t just blurt out the first thing that pops into your head! It makes us look bad!” The Psychic type prepared to leave by shooing away at the herd of Pokémon.

    “Sorry if Gardevoir was rude to you back there.” Magnezone apologized once again. “She’s cute and all but not sophisticated enough in her reporting ability.”

    “She needs more improvisation skills as well.”

    “But yeah, what you really need is an addicting catchphrase!”

    Hitmonchan was utterly confused. “Addicting…catchphrase?”

    “Yeah, like… Ah… You’re such a so zetta Slowpoke! Or… getta load of this! Or maybe even… destruction rains from the heavens! Oh! I know!”

    Throh patted Magnezone on the back. “Dude, I’m pretty sure those have been used already. Quit it before we get sued.”

    “Sorry, just trying to help. But don’t come crying to the press when people start hating your organs and make fun of you on those weekend night talk shows.” As Magnezone floated off, Machamp stepped in with a blank look on his face. Hitmonchan waved his hand and smiled.

    “Hey Machamp! Good fight yesterday!” Machamp did not even turn his head, and continued to his locker. “Hey! Machamp! Hello? What’s up with him?”

    “I think he was so overconfident that he was going to win last night that you destroyed his confidence when you beat him. Now he probably wants to rip out your skull and put it as a pelt on one of his mansion’s walls.”

    “Gee Lil, isn’t that a bit graphic?”

    “Meh, I’ve heard worse. My dad, when we wasn’t watching CPFA fights, he was a horror movie writer. Haven’t you heard of Cuborphan? That thing’s so graphic with all of that well shaped skin and-“

    “Did someone say graphics?” Metagross stopped what he was doing and levitated over to the three. “I’ve got the best games with the best graphics at my house!”

    “That…wasn’t what we were talking about.”

    “Oh? So you surely must mean graphic novels! Please don’t call them comic books, there’s an official organization against calling them that. Support the cause today.”

    “…Maybe later. But we were talking about- wait, what video games do you have?” Hitmonchan got sidetracked on another topic.

    “Action games… racing games… strategy games… RPGs… you name it! Hey! Why don’t I bring some down so we can have a gaming tournament or something?”

    “Sounds cool!”

    Throh seemed a bit concerned. “Wait, what if… I don’t know, what if we can’t play em?”

    “I can bring a TV.”

    “No, the… how can I say this… the forces beyond us may not allow it. Copyright issues and stuff.”

    “Who cares? Chan’s rich enough-”

    “Well… Bah, yeah, that’s right go ahead.” After getting Throh’s approval, Metagross nodded and went back to his computer to make some plans. “So anyway son, have you been doing any reminiscing lately?”

    “Remi… what?”

    “Y’know, looking back on all those previous matches you’ve had to look forward to the champion one? Everyone does that.”

    Hitmonchan took out his Battle Logger from his backpack. “Oh yeah! I think Mismagius might’ve put something on the Battle Logger that lets me do that. Lemme see… Battle Logger, Flashback Mode.”

    “Yay! Flashbacks!” Lilligant cheered.

    “Flashback, or montage mode activated. What would you like to think back to?”

    “Uh… Every fight I’ve won and how it ended.”

    “Certainly… Downloading montage information… Changing font sizes… Avoiding wall breaking procedures… It is advised to add epic music… Flashback has completed downloading. Enjoy the show.” Hitmonchan, Throh, and Lilligant huddled around the small device, and watched the streaming footage, which went along with subtitles for the hearing impaired.

    Starring
    Little Hitmonchan

    And

    His Trainer
    Doc Throh

    ------ Guest Stars ------
    Glass Furret Boom Electabuzz Roselia Quick
    Queen Chansey Piston Dewott Big Emboar
    Spy Toxicroak Great Kadabra Bald Rampardos
    Dare Weavile Don Ludicolo Techno Metagross
    Thirst Gyarados Super Macho Machamp

    This is a story of true victory!! But the road is long……

    The first fight was a stupidly easy match against the CPFA’s loyal weaking, Glass Furret. He was sent several feet into the air from a Sky Uppercut, with him floating for a few seconds before he slammed against the cold floor of the ring.

    “Aigh…”

    The second fight was a crushing curbstomp against Boom Electabuzz. The Electric Pokémon took the finishing punch in the face, and anyone could just imagine the bones of Electabuzz exploding in his mind, right before he turned around, stood up straight, muttered one last grunt, and fell on his back.

    “Augh…”

    The third brawl was a simple smash with Roselia Quick.The Sky Uppercut used to finish off the flower was so powerful that it started to send Roselia flying around the ring! She hit all four corners of the area, before she toppled onto the floor.

    “Ouch…”

    The epic fourth fight and title match for the RU Circuit was against the powerful Queen Chansey. The atomic Bullet Punch that finished her was so strong that it made her walk backwards out of utter pain. Chansey was dangling at the edge of the ring, and fell on a front-row seated Gorebyss…

    “Ugh… no… just woah…”

    Four fights were down, and the next and fifth one was against Piston Dewott. A counter against the Water type’s famous Fury Cutter, instantly knocked him towards the ring’s ropes. The ring’s ropes struggled to repel him back up, but it didn’t.

    “Ugh! I’ve failed… Ugh!”

    The sixth monster to be smacked down was none other than Spy Toxicroak. A Dig attack was the move that did him in, making Toxicroak span around, and he tried to escape via jumping to the ceiling… Except the jump made him leap onto the floor instead.

    “!!! Croak…”

    The lucky seventh opponent, Big Emboar, got finished off by a counter from his famous Body Slam. Emboar started spinning around, until the ring’s ropes caught him. This knocked him to the floor, until he passed out from exhaustion.

    “GUH-HUH!!! Guh… Guh! Ugh…”

    The eigth and ninth scrambles were both against the tricky Great Kadabra. In the winning fight, a Fire Punch made Kadabra appear to be teleporting all over the place, appearing every few seconds to mutter a few words, before teleporting right onto the floor, fainted and dazed.

    “SCREECH! Oh man…… The pain! IT HURTS!”

    The tenth and decisive UU Title Bout was with the popular Don Ludicolo. The rumble was ended with a well-timed Sky Uppercut, as it knocked Ludicolo backwards. As he was trying to reach back up, he picked up a rose he had in his sleeve, and fell on his back. The rose bended down as if he was dead.

    “Augh… Aigh…”

    The eleventh encounter was with the hyped-up Dare Weavile. The finishing Sky Uppercut knocked Weavile all the way to the opposite side of the ring, getting him tangled in the ropes.

    “Fwoah… Ha…”

    Battles twelve and thirteen were with the powerful Thirst Gyarados. A terrifying Thunderpunch made Gyarados straighten up, turn around, and fall straight to the ring floor, like a soda bottle tipped over. He reached for a Strength Soda that a fan threw at him, but couldn’t reach it.

    “Hurr… Agh… Ugh…”

    Fight number fourteen was with the all-powerful Bald Rampardos. Rampardos moaned as he was Sky Uppercut in the skull. “He kept moaning as the fist kept hurting his head. Rampardos eventually turned around, stepped back, and spun on one foot, and collapsed from fatigue.

    “Urgh… Agh…the… pain… Ugh… uh…”

    The two next melees, number fifteen and sixteen, were against Techno Metagross. After the finishing blows, Metagross was knocked back, holding his hands to his head. He dragged his body to different parts of the ring in pain before falling flat on the ring’s floor.

    “Graaaaaaah! I think I have a headache! Agh!”

    The most recent battle of this point, fight number seventeen, was with Super Macho Machamp. Machamp felt the final Fire Punch for a few seconds before doing an impressive spin in mid-air, also known as a barrel roll to some, and dropped a ton of Pokédollars from his girdle, sending them all throughout the air.

    “Oh! Ugh… Oomph…”


    “That was amazing.” Lilligant was in awe with the Battle Logger’s technology.

    Throh wasn’t as impressed. “Needs more background effects. It didn’t look like a flashback to me. And that picture of me in the beginning looked horrible!"

    “I thought it was pretty cool. It really pumped me up for tomorrow!”

    Lilligant’s excitement suddenly stopped. “…Wait a minute, why wasn’t my name in the beginning?! I should’ve contributed to something.”

    “I guess the Battle Logger didn’t think you were necessary.”

    “Hmph. I’ll show him that I’m important!”

    “Technically, I have not been programmed to have a definite gender as of yet, so I am undisclosed-“

    “Shut up.”
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    Random fact, I watched Silent Steel as I was typing this chapter. People who saw the movie might see a small reference.

    Chapter 34: Master Tyranitar

    The OU Stadium was roaring and beaming of utter excitement and cheers. For this special occasion, the big headmaster of the CPFA, Senior Weezing, was on his own pedestal right next to the ring to announce the extraordinary event.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Pokémon of all ages, I come to bring to you this OU Title Bout between two powerful fighters, one of which is a newcomer who climbed all the way to the top of the rankings faster than most others!”

    “YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!” The crowd’s screams echoed throughout the stadium.

    “Our first one to enter, the challenger, apprentice of the legendary Doc Throh himself, Lit-tle! Hit-mon-chan!” Weezing called out the words at the top of his lungs as Hitmonchan, Throh, and Lilligant stepped to the ring. Hordes of Pokémon cried Hitmonchan’s name extensively. As the aforementioned Fighting type reached to the ring, his two friends gave him some words of encouragement.

    “Good luck, son!” Throh waved his chocolate bar in the air.

    “Go get em, tiger!” Lilligant grasped tight to Aiderod, the iron girdle.

    Weezing levitated towards Hitmonchan with a microphone. “Hitmonchan, do you have any words you’d like to say to all your fans out there before the fight?”

    “Umm… Not off the top of my head. I don’t have many fans anyway. There were probably only three or four who actually talked to me.”

    “…Well, at least you haven’t gotten any death threats yet, ha hah hah!”

    “Please don’t remind me…”

    “Now, Hitmonchan, are you ready to face the champion of the CPFA?”

    “Bring it on!” Hitmonchan clunched his boxing gloves together. As he did so, an enormous television screen was lowered from the ceiling. “Wait, when did that get there?”

    “It is only available for fights the champion is in; it shows montages and dramatic scenes with the power of video editing.” From the screen, a metallic gutair solo began to play, as its tempo dramatically went higher until a picture of Tyranitar flashed on screen, like lightning in a thunderstorm. All of Hitmonchan’s confidence dropped at the glimpse of the champion’s face.

    As the video continued, it showed a harsh and pain-brining, twelve second montage of the champion defeating all of the fighters Hitmonchan has fought already, as well as their faint cries as well. It began with Master Tyranitar uppercutting Glass Furret so hard that it must’ve given him brain damage. “EEEEEYAGH!”

    It then cut to the Rock/Dark type punching Boom Electabuzz right in the nose. “AORGH!”

    Then Tyranitar was shown smacking Roselia away. Surprisingly, her groan almost sounded as if she enjoyed it. “OOW~”

    And then there was a punch straight to Queen Chansey’s head. “HOOWAAAH!”

    Then there was a jab to Piston Dewott’s chin. “YAAAATA!”

    Next was a smack-down to Spy Toxicroak’s forehead. “KROKOROOOAA!”

    Right afterwards was a blow straight into Big Emboar’s nose. “WAAAAH!”

    After that was a smash to Great Kadabra’s chest. “OOOFUGH!”

    With the last six fighters, Tyranitar seemed to punch them all in symphony and simultaneously as the clips went by rapidly. “DOOOK!” Don Ludicolo squeeled.

    “HUUGH…” Dare Weavile coughed.

    “DDDDDOOII…” Thirst Gyarados pleaded.

    “HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAR…” Bald Rampardos sturred.

    “YYYYYYAAAAARRRRKKK!” Techno Metagross screamed.

    Super Macho Machamp’s final yell was the longest out of all of them. “BOOOOOOOOOO……… GUS!” That last word echoed throughout the silent, last part of the montage, as Machamp’s entire body fell straight to the floor, exhausted and in pain. And with that, the montage ended, the screen rose, and Master Tyranitar showed himself from the other end of the ring. As he sauntered forward, fire shot out of the nearby pistons.

    “Muh… Master…. Ty…Tyran…Tyranitar…” Hitmonchan gulped, looking worried out of his mind.

    Throh scoffed at the overdramatic montage. “Hah! That was pretty cheesy! Wasn’t that gutair hero from that Steel type band or something? I’m pretty sure that was staged somehow, right Lilligant?” No answer. “Lilligant? Where’d ya go?” The Pokémon turned around to see the Grass type cowerding in a corner out of pure terror, as if a Gengar jumped out at her in the ladies’ room.

    “I-I… I never actually saw who the champion was… Thuh… that… freaked me out. If I had thumbs I’d be sucking them so much right now…”

    “Dang, why must everyone in this dang world be complete wimps? And a Gengar in a ladies’ room, really?” Throh whined as a spherical chunk of rock materialized over his head…

    I’m dead, was the main thought running through Hitmonchan’s mind as Tyranitar approached the challenger.

    “So you’re the one knockin’ all the CPFA fighters down like dominoes?”

    “Uh… yes. Thing is when I knocked them down, they didn’t make such strange and unusual noises.”

    “That’s because you ain’t hittin’ em hard enough!” Tyranitar growled. “And you’re goin’ to be the next one on that, ‘cause there’s no way I’m losing to a noob like you!”

    “…Oh really, huh?!” Hitmonchan whipped out his Battle Logger and pointed it towards the behemoth. “Battle Logger, scan, now!”

    “Scanning. Next time, do not be so fierce, you’re making this more dramatic than it actually is. Ahem… Master Tyranitar. Current heavyweight champion of the CPFA. Record is 50 wins, is undefeated, 50 KOs. Height is 6’7’, weight is 413 lbs, and age is 40. Random fact: Master Tyranitar was received the opportunity to be in a heavy metal rock band, but he turned it down.”

    “Hah! You call that a freakin’ scan?” Tyranitar cracked his knuckles and reached behind him to grab something. “Lemme show you MY Battle Logger! And dis is the champs!” The monster brought out his Battle Logger, and since it was the champion, it was impossibly upgraded.

    “Oh… my… diodes…”

    Hitmonchan’s Battle Logger was a simple red, but sleek remote-control like device with a touch screen, and an antennae on the front. It had the basic Battle Logger features from the mini-games to the mp3 player. Not to mention Mismagius upgraded it with even more features. However, Tyranitar’s Battle Logger was made of solid gold, made of pure gold nuggets. The superior Battle Logger had three antennae combined with the one long one, had two touch sceens, a stylus the size of a pen, ran at 4g speeds, and had hundreds of other glamorous features and applications automatically integrated into it.

    “Battle Logger! Get dis wimp’s data!”

    “Aye aye, sir.” Tyranitar’s Battle Logger sounded like a monotone voice of a main enemy of a sci-fi movie series, and in a way also sounded like it had five different voices at the same time. As it scanned, an entire red grid highlighted the entirety of Hitmonchan in only two seconds.

    Little Hitmonchan. Nicknamed Chan. #1 of the Over Used Circuit. Rarely Used level. Record is 15 wins, 3 loss, 15 KOs. Height is 4’7’, weight is 110.7 lbs, and age is 17. Type is Fighting. Mother was a Gothitelle, father was a Hitmontop. Nature possibilities are Naïve and Modest. Last fighter was a victory against Super Macho Machamp. IQ estimate is 94. Bank account is very rich in money, estimation is between 70, 000 and 80, 000. Blood type is B Positive. Relationship status is single. Past relationship is only with a Vaporeon. Moveset is Fire Punch, Thunderpunch, Ice Punch, Bullet Punch. Special attacks are Sky Uppercut and Dig. Has 0 criminal records. Shall I go on, sir?”

    “What…”

    “The…”

    “I think you’ve scared those nobodies enough.” Tyranitar put his Battle Logger behind him. “That’s Champion Mode. Any champion gets the upgrade and by dingies it’s POWERFUL!”

    “Really huh? Well… I might be able to get that after tonight’s fight!”

    “Hmph, that’s what yo think!” Tyranitar raised his left leg as much as he could, and stomped it onto the floor. “Now imma show you the REAL power of a champion! ARRRAGH!”

    ***ROUND 1***

    “WHO’S READY?! FOR SOME! DESTRUCT-SHUN!!!” Weezing screamed at such a shrieking pitch that it could’ve been stereotypical. The crowd obviously was not holding back with their cheer as the two monsters stood up, and faced each other with unfathomable rage.

    Tyranitar Pursuited Hitmonchan right as the bell rang, immediately throwing him off guard. Tyranitar used Pursuit once again at a speed Hitmonchan couldn’t recognize. The challenger tried to be smart and dodge right as the Rock/Dark type moved even a centimeter, however, it didn’t work as planned.

    “STAND STILL!” Tyranitar shiftly melded up rocks and held them over his head. As Hitmonchan dodged, he dodged as the monster spoke, and his Rock Slide slammed the challenger. Tyranitar went for his overhand Pursuit attack, but the Fighting type dodged it. “Hwuh?”

    Hitmonchan delivered his first blow to the enemy, a sharp Fire Punch, but as he tried to combo with a Thunderpunch, it was blocked. “Wait what?”

    “STAND STILL!” Hitmonchan repulsively avoided the next attack, and tried a Thunderpunch and then went for a Fire Punch, but the same punch was blocked.

    “Doc! Doc! Why isn’t Hitmonchan’s punches getting to him?” Lilligant frantically asked Throh.

    “He must have a natural reaction or something! That tyrant must’ve gotten the fact that most fighters attack towards the same position, so if he’s combo’d, he’ll protect himself for any extra hits! In other words… that fool has a BRAIN!”

    The fight when on, as when Hitmonchan expected another Pursuit, Tyranitar used a Thunderpunch, which had a charge time during the same amount of time it took the Fighting type to dodge, hitting him. The champion used another Pursuit attack, and when the challenger dodged and Fire Punched, he paused to look at the stunned monster. His arms were up to protect his head, so Hitmonchan attacked the blue rhombus-shaped part of Tyranitar’s stomach, allowing the fighter to actually pull a combo off.

    “…But thankfully Chan’s got a bigger brain.”

    “STAND STILL!”

    “I’d rather not.” Hitmonchan shifted to the right and Thunderpunched, following up with a Bullet Punch.

    Out of nowhere, Tyranitar tried to spook Himonchan off guard. “BOO!”

    Hitmonchan just blinked a few times. Then the Rock/Dark type continued with a Pursuit, which hit. Tyranitar tried another Pursuit, but completely missed. Despite this, the champion knocked the challenger down with a Rock Slide a moment later.

    “Bedtime!” Tyranitar fakely pretended to sleep, though Resting could’ve restored some of his health, he just did it to taunt the challenger. “Hah hah hah hah!”

    “One…two…three…four…” Hitmonchan grasped the ropes to propel himself back onto the ring.

    “You want some more?” Tyranitar Pursuited his enemy, and then missed with another Rock Slide. The champion executed a Thunderpunch once more, but Hitmonchan learned the timing for it and ducked to avoid it. “Wuh-oh!” A couple of punches later, Tyranitar regained his senses and hit Hitmonchan with a Pursuit, but as he told him to stand still…

    “Round over!”

    ***INTERMISSION***

    “Tell YO’ FACE! … To leave my fists alone…”

    “Can you taste it, Chan? Can you taste it? I can tase it, and it tastes like chocolate mixed with caramel. The Over Used circuit is yours baby, it’s yours! And it tastes like chocolate caramel!”

    “Oh really?” Hitmonchan panted. “To me it tastes like salty crackers! I’m drowning in sweat here! It’s only the first round and I was the one who was knocked down!”

    “Honestly, it tastes like Moo-Moo Milk to me…” Lilligant added, though it didn’t really affect the conversation at all.

    “Some chocolate would be well appreciated you know.”

    “You sure you don’t want crackers? I think there’s some in the vending machine down the-“

    “Just give me some chocolate already!”

    “Ok, ok… Geez, kids these days are so picky.”

    ***ROUND 2***

    Master Tyranitar didn’t say a word- the only thing he did was crash his fists together, unintentionally creating a Supersonic attack. It didn’t confuse anyone though. He instantly Pursuited Hitmonchan again, but after missing with the second, a few more Bullet Punches finally knocked the behemoth down!

    The crowd howled in hope for Hitmonchan as Tyranitar stumbled to the edge of the ring and layed flat on the floor. Raichu even seemed a bit anxious for Hitmonchan to win as he stood up to count. “One…two…”

    The hope didn’t last for too long as Tyranitar Mega Punched the ring floor to propel himself right back up, and responded with a battle cry while he crashed his fists together. “ARAGH… Afraid?!” Tyranitar stepped back and started to meld something, as if he was about to attack.

    “Maybe.” Tyranitar sharply finished up making a plethora of stones, and smacked into Hitmonchan while throwing them, beautifully performing a dangerous Stone Edge attack, doing massive damage to Hitmonchan. The painfully injured Pokémon reactively dodged out of the way of the two remaining Stone Edge attacks that were thrown at him.

    “What?!” The Rock/Dark type was stunned and attacked several times. Once he got out of his stun, he shuffled as if he was about to punch, so Hitmonchan waited a second before dodging. This would’ve been a smart move, if Tyranitar actually used Thunderpunch, and didn’t use a new move. “Night-night!” Tyranitar’s fist charged of burning lava, and it collided with Hitmonchan’s cheeks to execute a glorious Fire Punch. It wasn’t glorious for the challenger, who was knocked out from this move.

    “One…two…three…four…five…” Hitmonchan struggled to get himself up; he was still dizzy from the Stone Edge.

    “You want some more?” To start off, Tyranitar successfully performed a Pursuit and Rock Slide attack in succession. Hitmonchan did pull off a few hits with the incoming Thunderpunch and Rock Slide, but fell to a Thunderpunch and Pursuit. “Bedtime!”

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…” Hitmonchan ached and moaned as pulled himself up.

    “Afraid?” Hitmonchan dodged a moment early to prepare, but was slightly bit out of sync due to Tyranitar trying to distract him. “BOO!” This distraction worked very well, as the monster Stone Edged the challenger once for critical damage, and a second time for the finishing blow.

    “Ugh… Hooo…” The beaten challenger was knocked to the ring’s edge, and the force of the ropes knocked him onto the ring’s floor. Before completely falling, he shook his fists in anger, as he realized he lost the title bout. “Uck.”

    “TKO! The winner and champion of the entire CPFA is still Master Tyranitar!”

    Tyranitar stomped and grinned towards the screaming audience. “Mwa hah hah, aha hah! Aha hah haaa!”

    Throh and Lilligant rushed onto the rings floor to the defeated Hitmonchan, who was not silent with his head down. “Don’t cry, Chan! I’ll offer more of my chocolate bar!”

    “Think of it this way, you won’t get as many death threats now!”
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    Just got done with Chapters 33 and 34 and I am very pleased as usual. Chapter 33's flashbacks were fun (and I knew Lilligant would love it of course). Throh and Metagross geeking out over video games was funny too. Realy, just about any scene with Throh is a funny one though.

    Chapter 34 was awesome. You really built Tyranitar up well as an insanely powerful Champ. Also, great job linking him to Mr. Sandman while also adding your own touches to his moves (like the lava punch, that was just awesome!). That was my biggest trouble in the Wii game was when the Champ would always say, "Boo!" It always caught me off guard! Glad you included that here.

    Nice work as always.

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    Chapter 35: Fanservice

    “Is it just me or do my hips feel enormous today?”

    Hitmonchan and Throh suddenly stopped in place and turned to Lilligant. “What was that for? That was completely related to our conversation about bulls.”

    “I don’t know, but they just do right now. Do they?”

    “It’s a bit awkward to answer but, they look exactly the same as they do yesterday.”

    “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!” A screeching sound so powerful suddenly arose from the walls and floor around the three, as if five Earthquakes were going on simultaneously. However, it was only a sound, no damage or harm were done to the three. “What was that?”

    Throh tightened his belt. “It’s happened again.”

    “What’s happened again?”

    “You guys are too young to have known about this, so I’ll just flat out tell you. The fourth wall has been broken.”

    “The fourth… what?” Hitmonchan was completely clueless.”

    “The intergalactic wall between dimensions. It must’ve destroyed again. As characters, we are now officially known that we are in a completely fictional universe. It was a universal law to not acknowledge that, for that would be slightly cracking the fourth wall until it repairs itself or is completely decimated. I was a kid when the fourth wall was gone, it took a long time for it to be replenished again.”

    “How was it broken?”

    “No clue. The fourth wall can only be completely broken by excessive use of cracking into it, or by a force powerful beyond imagination. Or if the almighty creator breaks it on purpouse to introduce a plot point.”

    “Where is the fourth wall?”

    “Everywhere. It’s the only galactic barrier that protects us from interfering with this world, other worlds, and the real world, which, if rumors are true, is a barren wasteland with no real Pokémon that exist.”

    “If this is the fourth wall, what about the other three?”

    “The first wall is the layer of thickness in the world, which can be any wall. The second wall is the stratosphere and mesosphere- the barrier between sky and space. The third wall is the barrier between franchises, continuities, and dimensions. The fifth wall… I don’t know what’s beyond there. I do know that the fourth and third walls are connected, so if the fourth wall is down, the third one may-“

    “Guys! GUYS!” The geeky voice of Metagross called out from the OU Locker Room. “Guess what I have!”

    “A girlfriend?” Hitmonchan remarked.

    “Even better!”

    The group, out of ideas already, dashed towards the locker room. “It better be two…” Lilligant sighed. Inside the locker room were not and girlfriends, but was instead a Nintendo Wii!

    “Let the subliminal advertising begin…” Throh muttered, but started to smile after Metagross spoke again.

    “And guess what I’ve also got?”

    “A Nintendo Fun Club account?!”

    “The heck is that? Don’t you mean Club Nintendo? But that’s besides the point!” Metagross flashed a copy of a very popular fighting game to the group. “I found Super Smash Bros. Brawl in my closet! Do you know what this means?”

    “You still don’t have a girlfriend?”

    “IT’S TIME TO BRAWL!”

    *****

    Twenty minutes of Wii placing, instructions reading, plugs plugging, battery searching, and chair relocating later, the title “Super Smash Bros. Brawl” read on a TV in the locker room. “Who wants to brawl?!” Metagross was screaming and smiling like a child receiving a Nintendo 64 on Christmas morning.

    “I’ll give it a try.” Hitmonchan stepped up.

    “Why not?” Throh grabbed a Wii Mote.

    “Iwannaplay! Iwannaplay!” Weavile bounced to the TV.

    “I hear it’s better than Street Fighter, so it must be awesome.” Gyarados reached for a controller with his tail.

    “My gaming ability is UNPRECEDENTED!” Rampardos gloated.

    “Okay!” Metagross clamored. “Whoever gets last place in each fight has to give their controller to the next person in line. LET’S DO THIS!” Metagross clicked the buttons on the Wii Mote rather quickly, and selected Ike. Hitmonchan, Throh, and Weavile glanced at the screen to choose their characters.

    “I’ll be Game & Watch.”

    “Mario for me! Old school’s the best!”

    “Hmmmmm… IguessSonic.”

    The first match was randomly selected to be the high-flying stage of the Halberd. It was a five minute brawl to see who could get the most wins. Metagross played the most out of the game, so he had the biggest advantage. Hitmonchan adapted to the controls rather quickly, but still had a lot to learn. Weavile didn’t even know how to recover. Throh had the most trouble, for the moves he used when playing Mario as a kid didn’t seem to work now. In the end, Metagross was first, Hitmonchan was second, Weavile third, and Throh was last.

    Throh frowned as he passed his controller to Gyarados. “I guess old school isn’t the best these days… Kids these days and their shooting heroes- no personality!”

    Gyarados chose the man in green. “Luigi is truly the best. Luigi reigns supreme!”

    75m was the randomly selected choice of the match. The easy-to-fall-in pitfall made a lot of KO’s from the newcomers of the game. Metagross won first by a landslide, Hitmonchan and Gyarados tied for second, while Weavile got last, despite jumping all the time in real life, he could not control Sonic’s jumping abilities in Brawl.

    “Grrr… Avengethiscontroller, Rampardos! I’mgonnagonow, thisisn’tfun…”

    “RAH! Ah?” Rampardos’ screaming stopped as he checked the character select screne. “… None of these characters are manly and powerful enough to support my gaming ability- I played Melee more than this and I want a new main…” Rampardos then glared to the right of the screen. “Oooh! Yes! This man looks strong!” The Rock type chose Snake as his character.

    Throughout the battle on Corneria, Rampardos was enjoying this manly character, going after everyone. He also screamed several times about how powerful he was. Despite all of these quirks, surprisingly, Hitmonchan barely made it to first, Metagross was second, Rampardos was third, leaving Gyarados last.

    “Aw well- playing with a tail is rather difficult. Who wants to go next?”

    “I’ll play.” An unexpected and dark voice was grumbled out of seemingly nowhere. The champion himself, Tyranitar, reached for Gyarados’ controller.

    “Woah. Didn’t see that coming. Sure, you can play.” Gyarados handed the controller to the champion, and gazed as the Rock/Dark type chose his character.

    “I’ve played this game hundreds of times- I know what I’m doing with my main.” He carefully used the Control Pad to choose his best character. When he selected it, nearly all of the Pokémon watching chuckled and chortled- Master Tyranitar’s choice was Kirby.

    “Seriously dude? Kirby?”

    “Don’t be hatin’ on him!”

    The random stage chosen was Final Destination, which was a very basic stage with no real gimmicks. Despite Metagross thinking he’d win this time, he was very wrong. Throughout the whole brawl, Tyranitar proved to be an amazing player with Kirby, managing to KO all of the players at least once within an in-game minute. Tyranitar was crowned the winner, with Metagross second by a far margin, Hitmonchan third, and Rampardos fourth.

    “I guess my gaming ability sucks.” Rampardos grunted, and handed his controller to Throh. “I didn’t like Brawl that much anyway. Melee was way better.”

    Metagross tried to deny how much he lost to the champion. “…You were just lucky, that’s all. Let me choose someone else.” The Steel/Psychic type chose Falco this time, hoping for a more prominent fight.

    The following fight still at Luigi’s Mansion didn’t turn out in his favor, for Metagross, Throh, and Hitmonchan were completely decimated, with Hitmonchan getting last. “Rrgh… One more time!” Metagross repeated about eight different times during the gameplay session, after five more second and even third place victories. “I give up now. You’re just too good.”

    Tyranitar smirked down at the Pokémon. “I’m strong and I know it.”

    “How did you get so good at Brawl? I’ve never seen anyone be able to combo and do stuff with the ledge like that?”

    “Well….. Let me tell you something, Techno Metagross, that question leads to complete life story, so if you’re not into that-”

    “I’m into that!” Lilligant called from a distance.

    “-then shut off your Wii and go home!”

    ***

    “I was born in the wilderness, on a lone cabin on a mountain; I think it was called Mt. Silver or somethin’. My mama Tyranitar and dad Golem were proud to have me but then they left me alone to fend for myself. Growing up, I honed my skills taking down wild Rapidash, Onix, and Donphan for several years having nothing else better to do. I evolved pretty dang quickly, quicker than anyone else I knew!”

    “Did you know anyone?”

    “Yeah, for I was once a proclaimed protector of the mountain, and its inhabitants. But one day, that all changed… I was fighting this weird guy one time…”

    ***

    Dust clouds were everywhere from Tyranitar’s sand storm. The Dark type happened to be facing another Dark type, but this one was powerful.

    “You are a strong specimen… I knew this would be a mountain full of strong monsters, but you’ve burst my expectations…” A wheezy voice came from the dust clouds.

    “Yeah yeah, but you still haven’t told me your purpose here! I’m not going to let you pass until you tell me what you’re here for; you’re scaring everyone!” Tyranitar gritted his teeth.

    “I am but a lone harbringer looking for strong Pokémon. I need a troupe composed of the most powerful specimen for my plans that shall end with infinite fortune. I’m giving you one opportunity- would you like infinite fortune?”

    “Infinite…fortune? How would you get infinite fortune?”

    “It’s simple, really.” The dreadful figure emerged from the dusty figure, revealing himself to be Darkrai. “I am a Darkrai. I can afflict those around me with dreams and nightmares. With such power, I can use a plethora of tactics for stealing. But if that fails, I’ll need a pack of powerful Pokémon to back me up.”

    “Hmm… That sounds cruel…” Tyranitar started to think deeply. “But infinite fortune isn’t bad either…”

    “I’ll say this again- this is your only opportunity. If you say no, I’m going to pretend this fight never happened and go on my way.” Darkrai held his pitch-black hand out, and started floating towards Tyranitar. “What do you say?”

    Tyranitar raised his hand, put on a deceitful grin, and instead of reaching for Darkrai’s hand, he reached for Darkrai’s face with a Fire Punch! “Nice try dark dude! I may be a Dark type, but I ain’t pure evil! Now get the heck outta here!”

    Darkrai was on the dusty mountain ground, and was not amused in the slightest. “Whoever fails to comply with my demands and instead insults me must be tortured…” The Dark type charged up an attack for a moment, and then called it out. “DARK VOID!”

    “What?” Tyranitar looked down, and saw he was standing in a portal of pure darkness, and was getting pulled in like quicksand! “Hey! Get me outta here! Ack! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!-“ Once he was sucked completely into the portal, he was then shot back out, but the Rock/Dark type had started snoring.

    Darkrai’s hand grew purple, as he placed it on Tyranitar’s head. “This Nightmare shall not end until you learn to harnace the power of its superior form. And that will never happen…” Darkrai continued on his way, as Tyranitar was snoozing in dreamland…

    ~~~~~~

    “Wha… where am I?” Tyranitar was stuck on a lone patch of grass, looking around for a way off. Suddenly, he heard a frightening, low-pitched voice.

    “HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!”

    “Huh? Did that voice just greet me?”

    Abruptly, an enormous skyscraper sized pink puffball creature lept from the skies and onto the planet.

    “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

    “POOOOOYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOO!” The puffball monster opened his mouth, starting to inhale the entire planet Tyranitar was on!

    “NNNNOOOOOOOOOO~”

    ~~~~~~

    “Huh? I’m back? That must’ve been a nightmare-“

    Tyranitar saw a pink puffball running to him. “HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!!!”

    “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” The Rock/Dark type ran as fast as he could, until his dream ended for real.

    ******

    “So after that experience with that weird guy, I couldn’t stop but having nightmares of that thing every single night. After deep consideration, I packed my things and left the mountain in search of a cure. While in the city, I saw an ad on a billboard, detailing this popular game… And that pink monster in my dreams was on it. I just had to find out who it is, so I wanted to buy that game. Since I was broke, I joined the CPFA as a part-time job.”

    “So that’s why you don’t fight often?”

    “Yep, to play Smash Bros., and go online to look up strategies.”

    “So the only reason you’ve won was because you’ve cheated?!” Metagross wasted no time interrupting the backstory.

    “….. No.”

    “Well that’s all I needed to know. Who wants to play some more?!”

    “Eh, why not? Imma smack you guys silly like I will to Hitmonchan tomorrow?”

    “Tomorrow? Oh right, rematch. I forgot all about that since I was so much into playing.” Hitmonchan grabbed a Wii Mote. “I think you’ve got that reversed, Tyranitar, you’re the one who’s going to get the smackdown!”

    ******

    “I’m the one who’s going to get the smackdown…” Hitmonchan muttered while being Fire Punched by Tyranitar in the following night’s rematch. Both fighters have been knocked down twice in the second round, but the challenger was on his last inch of health.

    “Afraid?! Boo!” The beast performed his Stone Edge, but at this point, Hitmonchan was able to dodge each attack with ease. “What?”

    As the Fighting type used his elemental punches, right after the last one, Tyranitar Pursuited him, giving him his last knock down of the round. “Ugh… Hooo…” The beaten challenger was knocked to the ring’s edge, and the force of the ropes knocked him onto the ring’s floor.

    “No!” Throh and Lilligant called out.

    Hitmonchan was about to hit the floor, but at that precise moment, something told him deep inside to keep going. In anger and frustration, right as the fighter was falling to the floor, he stomped his foot down to get a proper footing, and let out a battle cry. “URRRRAAA!” As he sauntered back up, he forced his fist to go back into his fighting stance, surprising the audience, opponent, and friends alike.

    “What the heck was that?!” Weezing was astounded. “Out of all my years on this job I’ve never seen someone get up after that many knockdowns!”

    In the stands, the Pokémon were heavily discussing it. “Doc? Do you know what that was?”

    “I…I have no idea. There’s no rule against it or for it, but that extra oomph may be enough for Hitmonchan to grab the title once and for all…”

    A Pursuit and Fire Punch from the champion knocked Hitmonchan down within the first minute. “Ugh… Hooo…”

    “…Maybe not.”

    “The champion is still Master Tyranitar!” Weezing announced for the hundreds in the stadium.

    ***

    As the three sauntered out of the ring, Hitmonchan seemed the most depressed. “I’m really bummed out right now.”

    “Your loss against Tyranitar break ya down? But you’ve done something awesome back there! If you use it strategically next time-”

    “No, no. It wasn’t about that. It’s just… the chapter title. The chapter’s almost over and there was no fanservice in this chapter at all!” The two turned to Lilligant.

    “... What?”
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    Chapter 36: End of Tyranny

    “That technique you performed last night… That was a Determination Boost.” Mismagius explained to Hitmonchan, as the group were sauntering to the CPFA. The genius Ghost type was called the night before to come the following day to ask about Hitmonchan’s interesting accomplishment the day before.

    “Determination… Boost?”

    “After a significant amount of time as a fighter, one will have lost. However, when one is so determined to not lose that he shall provide every ounce of his will to go on, his determination level will rise to astounding proportions. That feeling deep inside shall make your heart grow twice its size and give you the superhuman strength to release one more final attempt of success.”

    “So it gives me one extra life, huh?”

    “If my studies and research are correct, which by the way are correct 92.89% of the time.”

    “Well that’s just dandy!”

    “Hopefully all the Tyranitar videos I’ll watch will help me learn more of that guys strategy.” As the four stepped into the Locker Room, Machamp noticed them and reluctantly stepped away. “Hey Mach- oh.”

    “Speaking of which, why hasn’t Machamp filed for a rematch yet?”

    “I guess he was too depressed from his loss to even think about you again. You really smashed his ego- he must’ve thought you were easy.”

    “True that, Doc.” At that point, Hitmonchan’s cell phone went off.

    DOO DOO DOO DOOOOO!!!

    “Oh my goodness gracious was that the Zelda item get theme?!” Mismagius jumped.

    “Yeah, it’s my ringtone.”

    “I love that game! Granted I’ve only beaten two or three of its games, but the visuals and plots are mind blowing!”

    The Fighting type put the small communication device to his ear… does he even have an ear? “Hello?”

    “Son! Congratulations! We saw you fight the champion last night! You were amazing out there!”

    “Hey dad! Yeah, I’m pretty much at the top! So how are mom and Gothorita?”

    “You’re mother’s great! Your sister… well, she could always be doing better. She’s always oozing about how the latest music artists are amazing. But if you ask me, I think it’s a load of bull dust.”

    “Hey, hey, not all of it’s bad! Just anything within the last two years or so and is not Japanese are bad.”

    “Anyhow, we’re planning to go over and see you if you become the champion!”

    “Are you serious?! Johto is pretty far from Sinnoh, you’d have to pay a lot-“

    “Nonsense! If it’s for my boy, it’ll be worth it. We’ll be rooting for ya!”

    “Well ok. Talk to you later!”

    “Bye and good luck son.” The phone conversation ended.

    “Well now I’ve got my family coming all the way from Johto to see me. Now let’s start watching Tyranitar’s fights!”

    ***

    “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Pokémon of all ages, I come to bring to you the third OU Title Bout between two powerful fighters!”

    “YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!” The crowd’s screams echoed throughout the stadium.

    “Will Hitmonchan finally manage to dethrone the ultimate rock overlord? Or will Tyranitar leave the Fighting type in the dust?” The crowd was pretty half and half. One side of the arena had giant Hitmonchan banners, while the other side was rooting for Tyranitar while grappling enormous posters. “First up to the fight is the current champion, Master Tyranitar!”

    The pseudo-legendary began his walk by using his ability Sand Stream to create a sandstorm, making it appear as if he was stepping out of a sandstorm. The audience screamed at the pure epicness of the maneuver. Once he reached the ring, he let out a determined and deadly battle cry. “ARRRAGH!”

    “So, champion, do you have any words you’d like to say before your match?” Weezing gave the microphone over to Tyranitar, despite not having any arms.

    “Ever head of “Third time’s the charm?” I don’t believe in superstitions. Hitmonchan’s goin’ down to the ground!”

    “Hoo boy, you’re really overconfident with this! Honestly though, I do believe in superstitions. And now, from the challenger’s corner, heeeeeeeeere’s Little Hitmonchan!”

    Hitmonchan dashed out to the arena, with a total of three friends behind him. With the way the arena was made, it seemed as if all of his fans were behind him as well, literally in a sense.

    “Now, Hitmonchan, do you have any-” Before Weezing could even finish, Hitmonchan already swiped the microphone, and poind to Tyranitar with his fist.

    “Listen well, Tyranitar! Your days as champion are numbered! Prepare to meet the light!” The crowd seemed completely enchanted by this quote.

    Tyranitar only smirked. “So hurry to me, Chan.” The Rock/Dark type smashed his fists together, making his fists power up with dark energy. “I’ll strip you of those boxing gloves, and sever you from this ring FOREVER!”

    That quote popped a reminder into Lilligant’s head. “Hey, didn’t a new 3DS game come out yesterday?”

    “Oh yeah! Yeah I gotta pick that up. What was that called? Kid somethin’ or other?”

    “You mean that angel game, right? I’m sure you mean Kid Icar-“

    ***ROUND 1***

    Tyranitar went for two Pursuits, but amazingly, Hitmonchan didn’t flinch and instead countered them for Stars! “STAND STILL!” The Fighting type did stand still, but instead Fire Punched the Rock/Dark type when he said that for another Star. “What the… How’d you do that?”

    “I’ve got a certain friend who knows where weak spots and pressure points are so I can rack up extreme damage.”

    “Not extreme! I said excessive!” Mismagius called out, but Hitmonchan didn’t hear it from all the screaming in the background.

    “Humph. So what does that mean?”

    “It means… SKY UPPERCUT!”

    Tyranitar’s jaw just fell open, and his arms just fell to his knees. “NOOOOOOOOO! AAAAH!” The blow did unfathomable amounts of damage, since a Fighting type move did four times as much as it would to the Rock/Dark type than say, a Fire type.

    “Yes! Quantity modulation works!”

    “It’s not quantity modulation you fool! It’s quality modification!”

    “Quantity…quality…artery… Whatever!” Tyranitar took a moment to recover from the hit, and went for a Rock Slide. The Fighting type simply dodged, and countered a few times, and actually knocked the Rock/Dark type down! Everyone in the arena were simply astounded by what occurred.

    “That was the fastest time the champion has ever been taken down, folks!” Weezing hollered into the microphone, and the crowd could not hold their excitement in the slightest. Even fans opposing Hitmonchan started to cheer.

    “One…two…three…four…” The behemoth slammed the ground to propel himself back on his feet.

    “How… how did you do that?”

    “Watching your battle videos over and over, looking for your weak points. And then a friend of mine told me how I could use quality modulation-“

    “AHEM!”

    “-To give you a harsh smackdown!”

    “Hmph. That might’ve worked then, but it ain’t gonna work now!” Tyranitar used a Fire Punch, but failed to make contact. He then was countered by another Rock Slide, and afterwards, went for his special. “Afraid?!”

    “Not anymore!”

    “BOO! OOH!” The monster unleashed Stone Edge with intense power, but the young fighter memorized when and where to dodge every single attack. “What?!” Opening with a Thunderpunch, Hitmonchan continued the combo with a flury of Bullet and Ice Punches, and right the enemy was knocked out of his stun…

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “NOOOOOOOOO!” The uppercut was executed with upmost perfection, knocking the Rock/Dark type to the edge of the ring for a second time.

    The announcing Poison type was beyond amazed. “My two heads’ minds have been blown! This is not just a battle folks, this is a massacre! Two knock downs in one round! Could Hitmonchan actually win?”

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…” Master Tyranitar punched the ground, and roared at the challenger.

    “That’s it! No more knockdowns for me! They’re all for you this time! Say good night, Chan!” Tyranitar’s bantering distracted Hitmonchan long enough to deliver a Pursuit right to the face. He then tried a Thunderpunch, but missed. “Afraid?! BOO!” Tyranitar used Stone Edge once again, showing he meant buisness. All of the rocks shot at the Fighting type failed to make contact. “BOO!” Hitmonchan Fire Punched the Rock/Dark type in the head for a star, and used its power immediately to Sky Uppercut the 413 lb. beast off the ground. Being low on health, Tyranitar went for his Stone Edge attack again. “Afraid?! BOO!”

    The outcome was exactly like the last time, with Hitmonchan unleashing as many punches as he could, and right when it seemed the Fighting type was going to finish the beast…

    “ROUND OVER!”

    “Dang it! So close!”

    ***INTERMISSION***

    “This title’s mine, Chan! You ain’t never gonna take it!”

    “I pardon for interrupting, but… ain’t and never form a double negative, so in reality, you are basically writing your own death.” Mismagius couldn’t help but be a know-it-all at that point in time.

    Tyranitar was not amused, or didn’t feel like correcting himself. “Shut up, nerd! What are you doing in here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in a library or somethin’?”

    Mismagius’ eyes widened. “Excuse me, but what term did you recently stereotype me?”

    “A nerd.”

    “I am slightly offended by that term. At least calling me a geek would be a bit more fitting.”

    “Oh, well sorry, geek. You don’t have to be such a missy about it.”

    Mismagius gasped. “Did… you… just…call me…”

    “Oh now what? Does calling you missy bother you now? Well you already bothered my annual banter with my opponent already, missy!” Mismagius gasped again, highly offended.

    “What’s wrong, Mismagius? What’s the matter?” Hitmonchan asked.

    “No… don’t remind me!”

    “Is there a flashback coming up?”

    “Well, why don’t you look a few lines down?”

    Lilligant look a few lines down, and smiled. “Yay! Flashback!”


    ***

    “Class, this is our newest student, Misdreavus.” A Ninetales introduced Mismagius as a girl, when she recently transferred to a new school.

    “Hello, fellow classmates. I am honored to be your acquaintence in the wonderful universe of learning.”

    The pack of Pokémon were dumbfounded of what popped out of the Ghost type’s head. The common class bully was the first one to open his mouth. “What the heck does that mean? Speak in English!” A Yamask called out.

    “Well, acquaintance means, companion, or friendship.”

    “What does companion mean?”

    “Well, that means a partner, or comrade.”

    “What does partner mean?”

    “A partner is someone who undertakes…”

    “Would you shut up with all the words I don’t know?!” Yamask lost his patience, crumpled up a piece of paper, and threw it at the Ghost. “You’re such a missy!”

    “Yeah! We’re only in 3rd grade!” A Marill also threw a crumpled up piece of paper. After that, seemingly everyone started crumpling up pieces of paper to throw at the new student.

    “Now, now class. We all know the rules. No paper throwing in class. Paper throwing at recess is fair game however. Anyway! Who’s ready to learn their multiplication tables?”

    One fantastic learning of multiplication tables later, it was recess. At recess, the Misdreavus was pelted by hundreds of paper balls, and was repeatantly called “Missy” for her intense knowledge. This traumatizing act continued for a month, until Misdreavus and her family moved to a new town.

    ***

    “DON’T! EVER! CALL ME! MISSY!”

    “Woah woah, calm down Missy… Oops.”

    “DIE!” Hitmonchan, Throh, and Lilligant had to restrain Mismagius from heavily injuring Tyranitar.

    “This is why I don’t take you to fights!” Throh remarked.

    “I’M GOING TO FOCUS BLAST YOU ALL THE WAY TO THE ORANGE ISLANDS!”

    “Where the heck are the Orange Islands?”

    “EXACTLY!” The three managed to calm Mismagius down at this point, but not completely. “Hitmonchan, I want you to get up there, and RIP that blue diamond out of his abdomenen!”

    Throh just stared at the outraged Ghost type, and then back to his apprentice. “Uh… So, Chan-baby… Want any chocolate?”

    Lilligant lightly tapped Hitmonchan’s shoulder. “Yeah, uh… Get out there and… do your best.”

    ***ROUND 2***

    Tyranitar roared out to the air as he stepped up to fight. He swiftly Pursuited, but instead was countered, and actually knocked down.

    “Dang. I was only one punch away.”

    “One…two…three…four…”

    When he got up, Tyranitar screeched, but in a slightly weakened tone compared to the other times he’s yelled. “Arrragh!” The monster went for a Fire Punch, but missed. He then caught the opponent off guard with a Thunderpunch, before taunting him. “Boo!” The taunt was unsatisfactory for him, as he got Fire Punched in the face. An amazing Fighting type move was executed shortly afterwards.

    “SKY UPPERCUT!”

    “NOOOOO! Woah… This can’t be… I’m low on health… I’m still going to-”

    “Be quiet! You’re wasting time!” Hitmonchan impatiently Thunderpunched Tyranitar in the stomach for another Star, and used another Sky Uppercut, knocking the beast down. Some crowd members started to leap out of their seat and cavort around the stands in pure joy.

    “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…” Raichu started to grin at this point. “…eight…NINE! T-“

    “No!” Tyranitar slowly but surely forced himself back up to battle. “Afraid?! BOO!” The champion unleashed the devastating Stone Edge attack, and Hitmonchan dodged every single attack, and countered fully. “Afraid?! AFRAID?! ARE YOU FREAKING AFRIAD?!”

    “Never!”

    “IMMA SEND YOU TO DREAMLAND!” Tyranitar released the strongest Stone Edge attack that he could make. In this angered state, the rocks seemed larger than normal. Hitmonchan carefully dodged the three shots, and began to counter. With a Fire Punch, Bullet Punch, Ice Punch, and another Bullet Punch, he received a Star. At that moment, with Tyranitar stunned, he dramatically finished the fight.

    “SKYYYYY UPPERRRR-CUT!” The user attacked the foe with an uppercut thrown skyward with force.

    That last moment was injected into Tyranitar’s mind. In said mind, it repeated once more. Then, once again, in slow motion. The monster took the blow for about two seconds, before dramatically dropping to the floor. “DDDDDDRRRRREEEEEAAAAAMMMMLLLLLAAAAANNNNNDDDDDD……… . AAARRRRRRRRRAAAGGGHHH………”

    “TKO!”

    The crowd simply exploded in applaud and cheer. “I can’t believe my eyes! This has got to me one of the most inspirational, epic, and downright mind-boggling fights in the entire CPFA! Little Hitmonchan has defeated the invincible Master Tyranitar!” The crowd’s voices started to get louder as confetti and balloons dropped from the ceiling.

    Since Weezing didn’t have any arms, his wife Tentacruel had to hand the newly crowned champion the Champion’s Belt. Hitmonchan’s grin widened to the largest extreme as he held the belt in his hand. “Hah hah hah, HAH!” The Fighting type held the belt for everyone to see.

    The group of friends raced to see who could get onto the ring the quickest. Throh was about to win, but Lilligant smacked the Fighting type with her metallic bar to give him a mild concussion first. Said Grass type gave the champion a well-deserved hug as the audience members all said “Awww” simultaneously. After eating a chocolate bar, Throh was back on his feet and lifted both Pokémon up. “Woo-WEE!”

    Mismagius had her own intentions, which was screaming at the loser. “Eat it, ya jerk!”

    The press leaders Magnezone and Gardevoir scrambled to the top of the ring to be the first to document the amazing event on video.

    ***

    “You’ve finally did it, Chan! You’re the best of the best! The OU Circuit champion!”

    “Does that mean the story is over?”

    Suddenly, Weezing appeared. “Not yet! A new challenge awaits!”

    “Wait, what?”

    “Being Over Used Champion brings along the responsibility of upholding your title. Defend your belt against all challengers and become the greatest of all time!”

    “…”

    “Beat everyone up again to get bragging rights. Are you up for the challenge?”

    Hitmonchan thought for a moment before replying. “How bad can this possibly be?! Y’know, I feel like making a music single about that…”
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    I have an important announcement to all readers! Starting today, Poké Punch-Out is officially cancelled!

        Spoiler:- The Cold, Hurtful Truth to its Cancellation:
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