Salutations, Serebians, I am Hilijix. Whether you know me or not, this is my first try at a Fan Fic- a detailed reenactment of Punch-Out with Pokemon. It's sort of a crossover and sort-of not.
Not only is it a reenactment of Punch-Out, it also contains ideas, plots, scenes and characters not found anywhere in Punch-Out. It may seem simple near the beginning, but in the later chapters, there'll be a lot of new things to keep track of!
To clear some things out ahead of time, a few things in my story may not be completely logical in the games. An example would be that in this universe, when two Pokemon breed, their offspring could be either the mother or father's species. Another would be that genderless Pokemon have actual genders, and can breed.
Chapters will be updated on weekends. Just which weekend is a mystery. Anyhow, enjoy!
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Character index (POSSIBLE SPOILERS)
Prologue: The CPFA
Ten years ago…
“Wow! What a hit from Ghoul Gengar!” An announcer exclaimed right after a Gengar just sent a Shadow Ball right at a Throh! The red Pokémon was still standing though.
“But wait, Doc Throh is not giving up!” The Throh brought up its arms, creating what appeared to be stones moving around its body. Then, he shot it right at the Gengar! The stones pushed the ghost right to the floor. “Outstanding! Doc Throh unleashed a powerful Stone Edge at his opponent! Will Ghoul Gengar be able to get up from this one?”
A Pikachu in a black-and white suit stepped onto the arena. “One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! Knock out!” The Pikachu declared.
“Yes! Yes!” A young Tyrogue and his father Hitmontop was watching an episode of the CPFA, the Competitive Pokémon Fighting Association, on TV. Their favorite fighter, Doc Throh, just beat Ghoul Gengar, defending his title as CPFA OU Champion once again.
“That was an amazing fight, wasn’t it, Tyrogue?” The Hitmontop had a deep voice as he spoke to his son.
“It was, Dad, it was!” The eager Tyrogue replied. “Dad, I want to fight in the CPFA when I grow up!”
“Really? Well, when you grow up, go for it, son!” The family lived in a rather petit house in the suburbs. From the hallway, a Gothitelle walked in.
“Honey… you shouldn’t give our son ideas yet… he’s only 7…”
“You’re never too young to have a dream, hon!”
“But I really don’t think fighting is the right for our son…” The mother Gothitelle turned away. “I personally thought he would be better as a lawyer…”
“A lawyer? Really? All they get to do is shout objection and fail to make miracles happen. Fighting is exciting!”
“Yes but…..” The Astral Body Pokémon sighed. “Sure, whatever you wish honey.”
“I’m gonna be a fighter! I’m gonna be a fighter!” The young Tyroge was running around the room in circles, imagining to fight monstrous Pokémon.
“Sorry kid, I’m not training you.” An old Heatmor was speaking to a Hitmonchan on a street. “Ah’ve got three grandchildren to take care of, sonny.”
“Really? But back in the day you were quite a threat in the UU Circuit!” The 17 year-old Hitmonchan was looking for a training instructor. He wanted to find someone that could help him get to the top of the CPFA.
“Sorry, all of that’s behind me. Why don’t you try askin’ Miracle Mienshao?”
“I asked her already. She declined the offer.”
“Well how about Fist Ferrothorn?”
“I’m certain Killer Kabutops has some time on his hands…”
“Didn’t he die due to sickness two months ago?”
“Oh yeah… Hope he rests in piece. Sorry sonny, those are all the ones I know.”
Hitmonchan sighed. “That’s the two-hundredth person who rejected me…” The Heatmor jumped back, and his eyes widened.
“Whoa nelly! You’re saying you’ve asked two-hundred people and no one’s accepted?”
“Yeah.” Hitmonchan then had a sly grin. “Was that enough persuasion for you to become my instructor?”
“Nope.” The Heatmor turned around and sauntered away. Hitmonchan sighed as his stomach growled. He decided to go to a restaurant to eat up and forget about his 200th decline… for now. What he didn’t know was that someone was following him…
“Welcome to Sudoplantation.” A Chimecho waiter greeted Hitmonchan as he entered the restaurant. “How big is your party today?”
“Right this way.” The floating Pokémon directed Hitmonchan to a seat in a corner. The waiter then handed him a menu. “Another Pokémon will be back in a few minutes to take your order. Have a nice day!” The Chimecho levitated away as Hitmonchan sat in his seat, looking at the menu.
Sudoplantation was always a busy place, and was definitely no exception today, this May 16th. It was hard to choose a meal with all of the noises and cries of other Pokémon also in the restaurant. Suddenly, a figure in a cloak stepped up to his table.
“Excuse me, but are you looking for an instructor for the CPFA?”
“Yes…” Suddenly Hitmonchan scooted farther away from the figure. “Wait, were you eavesdropping? Who are you? Am I in trouble?” The figure shook his head. “You know, I feel like I’ve heard you before…”
The figure chuckled. “Why wouldn’t you have?” The figure took off his hood to reveal himself. Hitmonchan’s jaw just fell in awe.
“Oh my gosh… But I thought you disappeared after your loss against Sigilyph Cree!”
“I never disappeared. I just moved away.” The Throh sat in the seat across from him. “Now let’s get to why I’m here. I overheard your conversation with my old buddy Heatmor there. Seriously, 200 declines? I don’t even think there are that many old fighters in the CPFA!”
“I asked some non CPFA Pokémon as well. I asked stunt choreographers, martial artists, relatives, old guys on the street, and the like.” Hitmonchan’s eyes widened. “Wait. Do you want to…”
“Yep. I’ve been sitting in an apartment alone for several years now eating chocolate bars.” Throh brought one out from his pocket. “Want one? It’s got nuts in it.”
“Oh, so you want one without nuts? I’ve got plenty of- well that’s besides the point. What I’m saying is I’ve been bored for a long time now, and I gotta do something important in my life by now. So… let me train you, Hitmonchan.”
“Awesome! Let’s go train right now!” The two Fighting types jumped up and left, right before a Simisear went up to them.
“Welcome to Sudoplantation, what would you like to… Huh?” He saw the two running out the door. “Oh. Never mind then.”
While running, Doc Throh called out to Hitmonchan. “By the way Hitmonchan, do you have a bike?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Ah, no reason.”