04-30-2015, 03:15 PM
BWONG!
A singular echoed ring from the mammoth gong signaled the battle's commence. Squandering little time, the aquabot and star clown hastened forth to reduce the gap. Dredging their feet, Sawk and Throh initiated a fighting stance in preparation. Utilizing the element of surprise, Buggy separated his torso from his legs and charged like a human missile.
Eyes broadened and mouth gaped, the cobalt martial artist slipped into a state of stupor. Though his mind remained encumbered, Sawk's reflexive body reacted in kind, hefting up a solid knee that connected with the darting clown's jawbone, catapulting him skyward with an expressive wince.
"Ouchy! I felt that one from here-kachu!" Pikachu remarked, expressing a grieved inclination. Meanwhile, Bubble Man advanced upon the tomato-skinned opponent, hammering down with his metallic boomstick. Tossing a pair of bulky arms up, Throh effortlessly absorbed the blow. Capitalizing on the opportunity, he grappled the aquabot's exposed arm and swung him 'round and 'round like a nonconsensual dance partner.
"Sawk, fender-bender formation!" The fighting Pokemon gruffly implored, eliciting his partner to lock and load a muscle-flexed leg, "Roger! On three!" The cobalt pugilist obliged. As gravity reversed his ascent, Buggy careened back down toward the arena, and would have forged a shallow grave if not for a reinforced pair of whirling kicks to the abdomen, sending the pirate reeling. In kind, his martial cohort released the dizzied robot master from an embracive clutch.
Wham!
With parallel momentum, Red Nose and Flippers collided akin to accelerated atomic particles. Belching wrenched quails, the duo bounced off one another and toppled into the razed soil below. Pressing on the offensive, Sawk shoveled the star clown from the ground with a rising punt. In the same instance, Throh plucked Bubble Man by his midsection and, pivoting with a forced grunt, tossed the aquabot over his shoulder, once again slamming his metallic physique on top of the star clown.
"Youch! What a combo! Executing a 'Circle Throw' and 'Double Kick' in sync, followed by a 'Storm Throw' these scrappy chums are battering their opponents like rag dolls!" The charismatic avian endorsed, knocking his fists together to exemplify their tandem maneuvers.
"De toute beauté! A vigoureux duet with parfait on-stage chemistry. Se colleter with the right partenaire is key in group matches," Roserade eloquently commended, exhibiting a rare display of splendor.
"Pikaaa, I felt that jolt of impact from my seat! Charging in head on like that wasn't well thought out, but pika points for boldness!" The wee mouse Pokemon explicated, anticipating how Team Muguwara would recover.
Kunk!
The stadium's gabbing fell mute as their expressions drew blank. The indigo partisan flushed with cringing anguish, founting from below. Peering down to the root of agony, Sawk spotted a familiar pointed show planted firmly against his privates.
Collapsing to his knees, the fighting pokemon lurched back to view Buggy's separated lower half dancing around pompously. Whilst the blue ogre was preoccupied concentrating on their united assault, the star clown had ample time to mischievously sneak in and boot him right friggin' center in the twig and berries.
"Gyahahaha! Serves you right, flashy lout!" The splitting pirate japed, levitating over to his other half and plopping back into place. "Betcha' didn't see that comin'!" He spitefully snickered as Sawk lye writhing in pain, clutching his precious jewels.
Regardful of the opposition at hand, Throh approached the aquatic robot, whom remained immobile. Chalking it up to a nigh effortless victory, the brutish pokemon jerked his shoulders up and turned to face the wily homo-sapien frolicking about like a bafoon. His eyes broadened at the sight of his felled companion, compromising his focus.
"Bubble Lead!" A voice proclaimed from the rear; Bubble Man was on his flippers once again, his blaster cocked and Throh in his crosshairs. A translucent sphere volleyed from the arm cannon, and though the judo connoisseur may've been capable of eluding the preemptive strike, he deemed a meager bubble unworthy of evasive action.
For real? He feigned unconsciousness and is using his opportune opening to polish off a child's party trick??
The limpid salvo 'popped' against Throh's muscular backside, yet what followed was not the jolly laughter of children. As the filmy glom burst, a temorous shockwave expelled from the seemingly harmless bubble, ejecting the staggered pokemon forth as though he were a paperweight. Glancing back, Buggy's eyes broadened with fright.
"Gyaaa!" The star clown shrieked as the brooding ogre hurtled his way. Scheming in a hurry, Red Nose disjoined his arms and mobilized them over to a recovering Sawk, snatching him by the shoulders. "Bara Bara . . . uh, Scapegoat!" Summoning his detached extremities, the pirate strategically positioned the cobalt fighter in his path, contriving a bipedal aegis.
Have a taste of your own flashy medicine!
Bam!
The humanoid sluggers rammed together at grand velocity comparable to a pair of big-rigs, ricocheting with cringe-worthy snaps and toppling to the ground belly up. Round nose and scuba bot furnished equivalent manners of flabbergast. A convenient yet random amalgam of events to be certain, but a fate they were not about to contest.
"Well I'll be damned! These human-folk 'er full of surprises. Beatin' that rough-n-tumble tag team ain't no easy task, an' these two did it by usin' their own dang strategy against 'em," Machamp remarked, arching back in his seat and folding all four arms. "Not sure how that goofy one can split apart like that, but color this champ intrigued."
Proffering no evidence of movement, the pokemon tag team was rendered unfit to continue. Following a long-winded ten count, Buggy and Bubble Man were declared victorious, inviting a bluster of adoration from their squad that leaked into a chain reaction.
Several pokemon dotting the crowd slung their hands, or prehensile appendages, into the air. Against unfavorable odds, Team Mugiwara's first trial was an absolute blowout; the cloud of prejudice cast over them appeared to be deteriorating, pierced by the light of acceptance.
— — — — — — —
Amidst the commotion, an oblong creature scampered down a dark corridor. Probing her left and right, Wigglytuff waddled into a creaky doorway, locking it shut behind her. Affirming the coast was clear, the marshmallow pokemon began to radiate a sinister aura, engrossed by dusky ribbons until it swallowed her up. Bathing in murky wreathes, her form wriggled and warped, morphing into a grizzly beast. As the ebony forces subsided, a once cute and cuddly hominid now stood a snarling lupine.
Tramping over to a shabby desk, the mongrel unearthed a communication apparatus settled betwixt a mess of documents. Accessing the device and logging a sequence of numbers, the imposter placed it against his pointed ears and clicked the primary contact button.
Clack.
"Yes, what is it Zoroark?" A voice initiated on the other end, fully knowledgeable of whom he was convening with. "Have you found anything of interest as I requested?"
"Kekeke, I certainly have lord Delphox," Zoroark returned, malicious tone exuding from his fang-riddled visage. "Infiltrating and acting as the registration consultant in disguise, I've managed to get up close and personal with the participants to ascertain possible candidates for our project," the charcoal-furred prowler divulged, running his clawed fingers through the crimson mane flowing down his slender frame.
"Hmf. Your illusive trickery proves useful as always, my second in command. And what of your findings?" The Archduke debriefed, obvious traces of gaiety layering his inflection.
"Kekekeke, more than even you'll know what to do with sire. We've got some good ones, and they won't even see it coming . . ."
A singular echoed ring from the mammoth gong signaled the battle's commence. Squandering little time, the aquabot and star clown hastened forth to reduce the gap. Dredging their feet, Sawk and Throh initiated a fighting stance in preparation. Utilizing the element of surprise, Buggy separated his torso from his legs and charged like a human missile.
Eyes broadened and mouth gaped, the cobalt martial artist slipped into a state of stupor. Though his mind remained encumbered, Sawk's reflexive body reacted in kind, hefting up a solid knee that connected with the darting clown's jawbone, catapulting him skyward with an expressive wince.
"Ouchy! I felt that one from here-kachu!" Pikachu remarked, expressing a grieved inclination. Meanwhile, Bubble Man advanced upon the tomato-skinned opponent, hammering down with his metallic boomstick. Tossing a pair of bulky arms up, Throh effortlessly absorbed the blow. Capitalizing on the opportunity, he grappled the aquabot's exposed arm and swung him 'round and 'round like a nonconsensual dance partner.
"Sawk, fender-bender formation!" The fighting Pokemon gruffly implored, eliciting his partner to lock and load a muscle-flexed leg, "Roger! On three!" The cobalt pugilist obliged. As gravity reversed his ascent, Buggy careened back down toward the arena, and would have forged a shallow grave if not for a reinforced pair of whirling kicks to the abdomen, sending the pirate reeling. In kind, his martial cohort released the dizzied robot master from an embracive clutch.
Wham!
With parallel momentum, Red Nose and Flippers collided akin to accelerated atomic particles. Belching wrenched quails, the duo bounced off one another and toppled into the razed soil below. Pressing on the offensive, Sawk shoveled the star clown from the ground with a rising punt. In the same instance, Throh plucked Bubble Man by his midsection and, pivoting with a forced grunt, tossed the aquabot over his shoulder, once again slamming his metallic physique on top of the star clown.
"Youch! What a combo! Executing a 'Circle Throw' and 'Double Kick' in sync, followed by a 'Storm Throw' these scrappy chums are battering their opponents like rag dolls!" The charismatic avian endorsed, knocking his fists together to exemplify their tandem maneuvers.
"De toute beauté! A vigoureux duet with parfait on-stage chemistry. Se colleter with the right partenaire is key in group matches," Roserade eloquently commended, exhibiting a rare display of splendor.
"Pikaaa, I felt that jolt of impact from my seat! Charging in head on like that wasn't well thought out, but pika points for boldness!" The wee mouse Pokemon explicated, anticipating how Team Muguwara would recover.
Kunk!
The stadium's gabbing fell mute as their expressions drew blank. The indigo partisan flushed with cringing anguish, founting from below. Peering down to the root of agony, Sawk spotted a familiar pointed show planted firmly against his privates.
Collapsing to his knees, the fighting pokemon lurched back to view Buggy's separated lower half dancing around pompously. Whilst the blue ogre was preoccupied concentrating on their united assault, the star clown had ample time to mischievously sneak in and boot him right friggin' center in the twig and berries.
"Gyahahaha! Serves you right, flashy lout!" The splitting pirate japed, levitating over to his other half and plopping back into place. "Betcha' didn't see that comin'!" He spitefully snickered as Sawk lye writhing in pain, clutching his precious jewels.
Regardful of the opposition at hand, Throh approached the aquatic robot, whom remained immobile. Chalking it up to a nigh effortless victory, the brutish pokemon jerked his shoulders up and turned to face the wily homo-sapien frolicking about like a bafoon. His eyes broadened at the sight of his felled companion, compromising his focus.
"Bubble Lead!" A voice proclaimed from the rear; Bubble Man was on his flippers once again, his blaster cocked and Throh in his crosshairs. A translucent sphere volleyed from the arm cannon, and though the judo connoisseur may've been capable of eluding the preemptive strike, he deemed a meager bubble unworthy of evasive action.
For real? He feigned unconsciousness and is using his opportune opening to polish off a child's party trick??
The limpid salvo 'popped' against Throh's muscular backside, yet what followed was not the jolly laughter of children. As the filmy glom burst, a temorous shockwave expelled from the seemingly harmless bubble, ejecting the staggered pokemon forth as though he were a paperweight. Glancing back, Buggy's eyes broadened with fright.
"Gyaaa!" The star clown shrieked as the brooding ogre hurtled his way. Scheming in a hurry, Red Nose disjoined his arms and mobilized them over to a recovering Sawk, snatching him by the shoulders. "Bara Bara . . . uh, Scapegoat!" Summoning his detached extremities, the pirate strategically positioned the cobalt fighter in his path, contriving a bipedal aegis.
Have a taste of your own flashy medicine!
Bam!
The humanoid sluggers rammed together at grand velocity comparable to a pair of big-rigs, ricocheting with cringe-worthy snaps and toppling to the ground belly up. Round nose and scuba bot furnished equivalent manners of flabbergast. A convenient yet random amalgam of events to be certain, but a fate they were not about to contest.
"Well I'll be damned! These human-folk 'er full of surprises. Beatin' that rough-n-tumble tag team ain't no easy task, an' these two did it by usin' their own dang strategy against 'em," Machamp remarked, arching back in his seat and folding all four arms. "Not sure how that goofy one can split apart like that, but color this champ intrigued."
Proffering no evidence of movement, the pokemon tag team was rendered unfit to continue. Following a long-winded ten count, Buggy and Bubble Man were declared victorious, inviting a bluster of adoration from their squad that leaked into a chain reaction.
Several pokemon dotting the crowd slung their hands, or prehensile appendages, into the air. Against unfavorable odds, Team Mugiwara's first trial was an absolute blowout; the cloud of prejudice cast over them appeared to be deteriorating, pierced by the light of acceptance.
— — — — — — —
Amidst the commotion, an oblong creature scampered down a dark corridor. Probing her left and right, Wigglytuff waddled into a creaky doorway, locking it shut behind her. Affirming the coast was clear, the marshmallow pokemon began to radiate a sinister aura, engrossed by dusky ribbons until it swallowed her up. Bathing in murky wreathes, her form wriggled and warped, morphing into a grizzly beast. As the ebony forces subsided, a once cute and cuddly hominid now stood a snarling lupine.
Tramping over to a shabby desk, the mongrel unearthed a communication apparatus settled betwixt a mess of documents. Accessing the device and logging a sequence of numbers, the imposter placed it against his pointed ears and clicked the primary contact button.
Clack.
"Yes, what is it Zoroark?" A voice initiated on the other end, fully knowledgeable of whom he was convening with. "Have you found anything of interest as I requested?"
"Kekeke, I certainly have lord Delphox," Zoroark returned, malicious tone exuding from his fang-riddled visage. "Infiltrating and acting as the registration consultant in disguise, I've managed to get up close and personal with the participants to ascertain possible candidates for our project," the charcoal-furred prowler divulged, running his clawed fingers through the crimson mane flowing down his slender frame.
"Hmf. Your illusive trickery proves useful as always, my second in command. And what of your findings?" The Archduke debriefed, obvious traces of gaiety layering his inflection.
"Kekekeke, more than even you'll know what to do with sire. We've got some good ones, and they won't even see it coming . . ."
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