Re: Cinnabon Isle Arc

[Isabelle]

Lopunny winced upon hearing her name called. She didn’t expect it would be her turn so soon. Her mind raced as she rushed to pull out her phone, pulling up the Pokedex app and typing in the words “Scrafty.”

What looked like a little child crossed with a dragon appeared on the screen. It had a dark-red Mohawk and yellow pants that seemed way too big for it. It kind of reminded her of the delinquent kids she would often see in animes her master used to watch. She clicked for more info.

“Scrafty, the hoodlum pokemon and the evolved form of Scraggy.” The mechanical voice began, jolting into life. “Scrafty can use its powerful kicks to smash through concrete blocks. To protect itself, Scrafty can fold its loose skin around its waist.”

Her heart sank into her stomach. It sounded incredibly dangerous. She thought about her previous battles. In all of them, she had the element of surprise. Would that save her here? She didn’t know. And even if it saved her here, how would she keep surprising them in the battles to come?

She started to wiggle around in her seat, her eyes focused off somewhere in space, as her breathing was irregular. That is, until a hand laid itself upon her head. She looked up to see Strawhat sitting beside her. He smiled at her with the most confident of grins, mile wide from ear to ear. Somehow, either through sentiment or through magic, she found a smile spread across her own face, as if it had been infectious. In such a short span of time, her nervousness has been cut in half. However, the ovaloid pink puffball catching Lopunny’s attention quickly interrupted the beautiful moment.

“Wiggly-on in three minutes, bun-bun.”


“Kakaw! It’s time for round two!” Yelled out the enigmatic firebird.

The crowd hoot and cheer still pumped from the previous round. Lopunny stood just inside the gate, listening to her cue to head in. She could feel her teeth chatter a bit, just from the weight of all this. From the other side of the stadium, she saw Scrafty strut in as if he owned the place

“Coming, quite chauvinistically from the west gate is Scrafty, the resident black sheep of the Hariyama Hammers.”

The crowd started to boo as Scrafty swiveled around in his strut to soak all the hate in. Suddenly the rabbit was getting flashbacks to the days when her master would watch wrestling. She had the horrifying thought of having to pin this guy down in the mat and wear spandex. A shiver overtook her body.

“That brat doesn’t know the first thing about true strength.” Interjected Machamp. “He’s such a cheating ass, I don’t know why we even let him compete.”

“Ratings my friend. Ratings.” Responded said Blaziken before turning his attention back to the contestant. “He was a former student of our own resident Master Medicham, before they split off over differences in opinion.”

Lopunny broke from her horrific fantasies of her as the heavy weight champion of the world to jolt her neck in shock. He was a student of Medicham?

“In fact, Medicham is in the audience somewhere.”

Sure enough, a somewhat belligerent Medicham stood up amongst the crowd of pokemon and mechanically waved to the surrounding crowd who roared with applause. Before taking his seat again, she could have sworn he glanced over to her. However, she was jolted back into reality as the “Go” light lit up to tell her to get moving. Her legs take control of their own as if she knew her mind didn’t want to follow the given directions.

“And entering from the east gate is Lopunny, the only Pokemon combatant of team Mugiwara.” Yelled out Blaziken.

She was surprised to hear so many cheers, but she figured it was because of team she was representing. Or maybe it was because she was going up against someone they hated… or maybe they just loved an underdog… Whatever the reason, the sudden support relieved a great deal of her stress.

“Pikapi-She’s quite cute! I wonder if she’s graceful too!-pipipikachu!”

Roserade, who was still mute out of protest couldn’t help but give Lopunny a second glance. She rubs her chin as if she was sizing her up. Suddenly, Blaziken gestured for the audience to silence.

“As an interesting turn of events, she is the current student of Master Medicham.”

The crowd roars in shock in excitement as they devolve into fevered mutters. Scrafty, who was confidently stand in his corner of the ring suddenly jolted to look in surprise at the announcer box.

“I know Medicham, he looks scrawny, but he is tough inside.” Spoke up Machamp, causing Blaziken to double take at his candidness. “If she’s taken any of his lessons to heart, she should be stronger than any of her thin frame could muster.”

“Pipipiki-Medicham has some weird choices for students. Remember that Mudkip? Whatever happened to him? He kicked butt a few years ago-kachu!”

The murmurs from the crowd only got louder and louder. Scrafty looked over towards her as she climbed into the ring, his eyes boiling with discontent, as if she was stealing his thunder. But Blaziken wasn’t done.

“And that’s not all. She’s a prime!”

The crowd went silent, so silent you could probably hear a pin drop. Scrafty again looked up towards commentator’s box, wondering if they were mental.

“A-A prime?” Stuttered Machamp.

“Pika-Woah! When was the last time we had a new one of those?-chu”

“No recorded cases since before the Scramble. I mean there was rumors of a Ditto, but nothing confirmed.” Clarified Blaziken.

Slowly, the stunned silence turned into further murmurs from the crowd. Scrafty suddenly turns to glare at Lopunny, eyes now burning with pure hatred. She was now nervous again.

“Anyways, let’s get this round started!” Blaziken said, the two contestants get into focused poses, with the bunny looking a little shaken. “Ready, and go!”

He suddenly charged towards her. Without thinking, she dashed forward herself. To everyone in the audience, she just suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him. Before he could even realize what happened, she gave him a kick to the back of the head, slamming him face first into the ground. Much of the crowd winces as if all of them could feel the pain.

He jumps up onto his feet, preparing another attack, which is suddenly shot down by a kick to the stomach, then a sudden punch to the back that sends him flying forward. It wasn’t enough to knock him out of the ring, but it close.

He gets back up and gives her a glare. He just stands there, staring from across the ring. Eventually, she started to feel uncomfortable, uncertain what his plan was.

That is, until she felt a kick to the back of the head.

What she thought was Scrafty wasn’t really there, but a convincing decoy. She was in a daze from the suddenly hit, struggling to keep her balance. She turned around to face her opponent, but she felt something hit her in the eyes. She felt her retinas burn as her vision goes dark. She could hear the crowd in the distanced yelling in horror what they are watching, deafening her. Two of her senses gone, she felt suddenly help less.

Punch to her back, a kick to her left arm, a jab to the gut. The attacks kept coming as the pain surged through out her body.

But as another attack came, it came back to her. It has been a while since she had fought, she had forgotten. As a punch came in for her face, she could feel it, she could feel it coming. With a jolt, she moved her head out of the way, grabbing his wrist, holding him off balance and giving him a quick jab to what she assumed was his ribs. She felt him fall back disappearing into darkness.

She felt another attack coming, this one a jump kick. She easily leapt out of the way as he flew past. She assumed he impacted hard into the ground.

Her eyesight slowly came back to her. She saw the blurred visage of her opponent slowly getting up. Taking this opportunity. She stepped towards him. As he climbs back on his feet and wobbly face his opponent, she reeled back her fist, fire encompassing it. Before he could prepare an attack, she launched a fire punch directly into his chest, sending him once again flying.

As her vision slowly came back, she saw her opponent lying outside of the ring. The roars of the audience continued to deafen her.

“Unbelievable!” Yelled Blaziken over the speakers. “Our victor is Lopunny!”

She climbed out of the ring and looked around the audience, a huge doofy smile spread across her face.

However, it was short lived. She felt something coming her way. Scrafty! Scrafty has a knife!

She swiveled around in place, but before she could act on it, Medicham stood between her and Scrafty. He must have run out from the bleachers as soon as he saw the danger. He was holding the delinquent’s arm in place high in the air, the shiny bladed weapon clearly visible for everyone to see. The crowd gasped and gawked at what just transpired.

Emboar was quick to move in, quickly apprehending Scrafty. He gave here a look as he tied the guy up. There wasn’t any ill content in his eyes, so she counted this as progress.

As the pig dragged off the hoodlum, the crowd goes absolutely wild. Lopunny just soaks it all in once again. She earned this one after all.