ITT: We Have All Become Pokémon

The two seem to be getting along. We're long overdue for a good, clean fight. *Birch agrees* That we do, Elm. Looks like they're both focused, ref's giving the go-ahead. Get ready, get set...IT'S TIME FOR A POKÉÉÉÉÉÉ-BAAAAAAATTLEEEEEEEEE!!!

The Delibird hopped up to Guy and cheerfully reached into his bag. In his wing was a box, wrapped in paper. "Here's a present for you!"

Guy tilted his head. "This is a fight, but... ok." He opened the bag. As he did so, the Delibird began to chuckle to himself.

Inside was a cartoonish bomb. It exploded on Guy. "WHOA—" Guy bounced off the wall like a ball then landed right on top of the Delibird with a ground-shaking THWUMP. He got up looking confused as the Delibird was flattened against the ground, out cold.

Noriaki bowed to everyone watching before exiting the arena..

"Alright, Gladio, let's go", said the Macgargo, getting up and leaving the stands. The trio of Slugma followed him.

"R-right", the Combusken stammered before getting up and leaving as well.

A few minutes later, Christof can be seen outside talking to the other fire types spectating.

"Christof, I have told you several times, overconfidence is a flimsy shield. Worst of all, this time it got you beat sorely by a bleeding GRASS TYPE of all things!", the helmet-clad Magcargo scolded harshly, clearly annoyed.

"General Helmut, that filthy Dartrix only beat me because I underestimated hi-"

"That's exactly what I'm saying", Helmut tersely cut off, "You underestimate everyone before you. You think far too highly of yourself. We are part of a proud and powerful empire that renders all who oppose us to cinders, but your pride and arrogance continues to hurt your chances of ascending to the throne."

"Hurts my chances...?", asked Christof, surprised, "But I'm Emperor Reinhardt's only son, who wo-"

"I've known Reinhardt long enough to tell you that if you lack the power, skill, and brains necessary, not a single drop of blood will matter to him when it comes to who his throne goes to in his will", Helmut explained, "From what I can tell, he's more proud of his generals than his own son. That berserker of an Emboar who thinks of his scars as medals? That Magmortar with an affinity for collecting the pelts of his enemies? Maybe even me, one of his longest lasting generals and even somewhat of a companion to him? And I don't even have to mention that Heatran. Hell, some say he's practically already giving out more commands than old Reinhardt."

Christof is silent. Gladio just glances at him sadly.

Helmut breathes in and out before speaking more calmly, "Apologies for some of my disrespect, milord. I am more or less heavily worried about... How your father and all the other generals back home will react when they hear about this."

"... I will accept what comes, but I want to make this clear...", said Christof, "I will redeem myself for today's embarrassment."

And thus ends the comedy stylings of the Metronome Menace and the Puffin Prince! Let's give them a round of applause! Did we have an act scheduled? *Elm retorts* No, Birch, that WAS the battle. Well, er, that battle will certainly go down in the history books. You saw it here first!

*cue the duo leaving the stage, medics if needed, staffers cleaning things up, shrapnel, etc.*

Our next two opponents are both self-proclaimed fearsome pirates! Seriously? This really isn't halftime or something... *Elm shushes Birch and retorts* That they are, Birch, and they appear to be rivals! Let's try something unorthodox and bring them out together. Clap your paws for: The Pink Death and Pirate Queen Lisa!!!

edited 9th Aug '17 7:26:31 PM by sarysa

"W-wait, what?" Sushi exclaims from the atrium. "She's competing? Against me?"

A large Daylight Lycanroc steps into the arena. From the stands, her crew can be heard howling, even though she's the only wolf among them.

Sushi gulps, stepping into the arena herself. All of a sudden, she's very aware of just how many people are up there, all of them watching her intently. If cats could sweat, she'd be sweating bullets right now.

"H-hey there..... Uh.... Long time no see?"

"I'm going to tear you apart," Lisa snarls.

Sushi gulps again. "H-ey now, d-don't be like that, come on. I thought we, yknow, had something special....."

"So did I! And then you left me and took my ship with you!"

"Oh yeah, I... did do that, didn't I......."

It's the ultimate battle of cats vs. dogs here at the R-Cola Arena folks! *Birch proclaims, while Elm points out* Not to mention the Pink Death is at a serious disadvantage, Birch. That, too, should have her fur standing on end!

The contenders are pumped, and the stage is clear to go. Get ready, get set...IT'S TIME FOR A POKÉÉÉÉÉÉ-BAAAAAAATTLEEEEEEEEE!!!

Finley seems to ignore PJ.

"I don't know. What should we do?"

Excuse me, have you seen a lone male Tyrunt around here? (Maran asks a Dratini.)

No ma'am. Sorry.

Bzz, thank you anyway.

(Maran goes up to the Vaporeon twins.) Have either of you seen a lone male Tyrunt around here?

Not that I can remember. (says Jenny.)

I think I did, though. He ran to that old inn on the other side of the Bazaar. (says Penny)

Oh thank you! (Maran flies toward the Board in Hoard. He's confused to find the place locked up. He knocks, but no one answers. Sheila is washing dishes and Wendy is cleaning the rooms.)

Oh bzzz.... (He starts to walk around the the back when the shiny Dragonite spots him.)

Excuse me, are you looking for something?

Yeah, bzzz, have you seen a Tyrunt?

Oh...yes...I just took one to the orphanage. Do you know him?

BZZ Yeah! Thank you! (Maran thunders toward Briar Rose's orphanage.)

PJ: "I mean, the alchemy shop sounds kinda cool, but I'm more into the lore of alchemy than actually doing the convoluted gibberish associated with it. Think they have any books on it?"

*I take a moment to notice Finley's deliberate ignorance of me.*

PJ: "Uh, Fin, you alright there?"

edited 9th Aug '17 9:31:43 PM by CaliburnAbsoluteEX

Lisa opens up by charging at Sushi at breakneck speed, smashing into her with her rocky mane.

Sushi is positively sent flying by the hit, smashing into the wall before falling to the floor. She slowly gets up, coughing up a fireball, which Lisa easily resists.

"C-come on, at least go a little easier on me, I-"

"Just give up!"

Lisa stomps on the ground, and a large boulder rises out of it. The boulder points itself at Sushi before flying at her, but she's just barely able to evade it with Protect, as it smashes into the wall behind her.

"Look, I know you're mad, but this is a public setting, you know? You can't, like, kill me or anythi-"

"Return to the Earth!"

Lisa summons more boulders this time, each of them throwing themselves at Sushi, encasing her in a Rock Tomb.

As the tomb smashes apart, Sushi leaps out, her claws coated in flames as she deals multiple scratches to Lisa, but she easily shrugs them off.

"Oh boy, this really isn't going well....."

Jack watches the fight from Area C.

Jack: Damn, I wish I had something to munch on as I watch these fights...

OOF! OUCH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH....YOWCH! *Birch can only shout interjections as the blows just keep landing*

SUCH UNFLINCHING BRUTALITY!! *Birch shouts into his Hyper Voice as he watches the carnage unfold, while Elm adds* You can see which of the two is the true veteran of the high seas — the cold and calculating Lisa maintains a decisive edge over the clearly hesitant Pink Death. She needs to get her head in the game if she is to have any chance of turning this around.

Andy walked through with a bag of popcorn. Man, I've been away for like... all of this arc... oh, hey Jack.

"..."

Finley looks down at PJ. No, she can't let on that she's mad. That much is obvious, but she shouldn't be so petty about it.

"That sounds like a great idea, PJ." She says, dismissiveness coating the entirety of her voice.

Jack stares at the bag of popcorn

Jack: Uh..hey Andy. I didn't know that there was popcorn in this world.

(Andy…? But, where's…) My brain does some quick calculation. "Andy. Where's my money? Where's my charcoal?! I told you to watch it for a reason!"

Andy looks at Jack. Why would you think that? Corn still exists.

He looks at Nyquil. I gave it to Wrench. He probably gambled it away. And sold the charcoal for crack.

edited 9th Aug '17 9:38:17 PM by TacoBadger

I shut my eyes. (He's joking, he's joking, he's joking…) "… Yeah, yeah, whatever. What're you doing here? You aren't participating."

I'm spectating. Or I'm lost. And besides, I'm not entering the tournament cause I'd probably win anyway.

"I'd scorch you on the spot."

And I'd dodge, or Gastro Acid. And I know you're far more impatient than I am, so I'd wait you out.

"Aerial Ace. It literally cannot miss."

It's effects would be nullified by Gastro Acid.

edited 9th Aug '17 9:46:30 PM by TacoBadger

"Well, if I can't beat you… someone else definitely can. You won't win."

Yet to be tested.