[olympics] battle: mitch vs wes

[katya]

Round 1
Mitch (Emboar) vs. Wes (Skarmory)

[mitchhiggins]

[style=font-size: 52px; width: 500px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: lucida console; letter-spacing: -2px; color: F9CE07; line-height: 33px; margin-bottom:-2px;]I'M THE KING OF THE PIGS![/style][style=width: 450px; border-top: 5px FCAB10 solid; border-bottom: 5px FCAB10 solid; background: url('http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1508/1508317.png'); padding: 25px;][style=width: 420px; background-color: 1F0441; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: F9CE07; padding: 15px;][style=border: 4px FCAB10 solid; float:left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 0 10 5 0;][/style]
Wes,

[/size] hero of the wastelands, had probably seen a lot of things in his life. He had taken down the organization known as Cipher, dealt with the creepy stalker known as Nascour, and was followed around for long periods of time by some girl in a bag. He had a huge reputation throughout Orre, and most people would bet he could handle anything that life tried to throw at him. Today, however, Wes wold meet the most frustrating and trying challenge of his life:

Dealing with Mitch Higgins, a fat kid who refused to shut up.

Even at the battle's start, Mitch was already talking. "What's with the nose and spraytan, mister?" the boy grunted out. "You a lifeguard or sumthin'?" The boy sounded barely literate, and while matted down, greasy hair blocked his eyes there was probably a dull, glazed-over look behind them.

In contrast to Mitch, his Emboar, Pig King, looked perfectly ready to rumble. His flaming beard was crackling with intensity as he hunkered down into a fighting stance. As he waited for Mitch to give him the signal to go, the pig settled for just looking up and glaring at the Skarmory. In this battle of chicken vs. pork, Pig King couldn't wait to serve his opponent up extra-crispy.

Finally, Mitch mumbled out some orders. "'es got a bird one. Better let 'im take the first move. P.K, dodge its move an' tackle it!"

Pig King nodded, stomping down onto all fours. His back flared as smoke poured from his nostrils. As soon as the Skarmory was in range, the massive Emboar would unleash its signature F;are Blitz on the steely bird.

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[style=width: 420px; background-color: 1F0441; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: F9CE07; padding: 15px;]tag[/b] wesley ▪ words who cares ▪ notes just a warning, mitch is a total dick [/style][/style][style=font-size:9px; opacity: 0.7; color: 0CE3E8]made by kat[/style][/center]

[provaud3]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #191970; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #191970;]Lady Luck[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #191970; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]MAYBE THIS TIME SHE'LL SHOW ME SOME LOVE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i315.photobucket.com/albums/ll457/provaud/x4SrG-1.png); float: left;] [/style] It was good to be back. Wes stood coolly in the oh so familiar arena, people were in the stands cheering not for either of those participating they were just cheering just to cheer hyping up the fight that would start shortly. If one thought deeply about it they were truly cheering and waiting to watch animals hurt each other for amusement. They weren't fighting for their lives they we're fighting for fame and glory, although apparently the pokemon didn't mind as long as it didn't get out of hand, although a few led by some green haired pacifist in a pretty sporty baseball cap were against the battle tournament completely, and had feebly tried to barricade the arenas this morning, which as noble as the cause was, watching the group get manhandled out was priceless even for the stoic Wes. Speaking of Wes the man thought it was about time to give the crowd what they asked, his gluttonous opponent apparently felt the same so the two released their pokemon, it was a terrible match-up on his end, but Wes could make it work. Wes would make it work. The tanned trainer was used to the battle taunts and the insults specifically those about his tan and the stripe on his face. Wes said nothing to the obese child instead giving a sharp grin, although for the record the tan wasn't a spray it was an actual tan only achieved by years of poverty and hundreds of rides through a burning desert on an awesome mortorcycle. Hell Wes couldn't even remember what he looked like before developing this massive tan. He wasted no time, once the child finished insulting him Wes was on the offensive, "Automize, and fly past it." As the Skarmory stood the pokemon glowed brightly for about 3 seconds before dimming and returning to his original color. As soon as the Skarmory dimmed the opponents Emboar had begun its burning charge. Even with the relatively small stature of the Emboar a direct hit from Flare Blitz would faint the steel type in one hit. Wes had many a trick up his sleeve and it was time to put on a show. If Skarmory was to fly straight up it would just end in a stalemate and set up the opponent for another attack. If Skarmory was to win he'd have to use that monsters strength against him, and outwit the pudgy kid, "Air Dash and do a barrel roll

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The Flying type flew towards the boar pokemon at amazing speeds meeting the pokemon at the center of the arena only to literally roll around the fire types side barely only halfway dodging the flames surrounding the pokemon. As Skarmory passed the steel bird would now be on his opponents side of the field, The steel type while would glare at the opposing trainer with his piercing black eyes for half a second before receiving and enacting his next command. The pokemon was in a little pain though the Skarmory would die before he'd let it show. This Skarmory was the toughest around and he intended to keep it that way.

"Now Drop some spikes in the area!" The Steel type would before ramming directly into the child spiral upward and circle around the arena while dropping caltrop spikes from the underside of his wings all over the enemy's battle area then diving low so it hovered over the spiked area, in a way it was almost as if they'd switched pokemon.

Thankfully Automize not only increased Skarmory's speed it also cut his weight in half, in turn making it much easier to hold its own weight against gravity allowing the pokemon to hold himself in the air for a longer amount of time.
[style=color: #191970; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: Chubbs | WORDS: 645| NOTES: Automize into barrel roll into spikes. [/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE[/style][/center]

[mitchhiggins]

[style=font-size: 52px; width: 500px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: lucida console; letter-spacing: -2px; color: F9CE07; line-height: 33px; margin-bottom:-2px;]I'M THE KING OF THE PIGS![/style][style=width: 450px; border-top: 5px FCAB10 solid; border-bottom: 5px FCAB10 solid; background: url('http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1508/1508317.png'); padding: 25px;][style=width: 420px; background-color: 1F0441; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: F9CE07; padding: 15px;][style=border: 4px FCAB10 solid; float:left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 0 10 5 0;][/style]
Pig King

[/size] tried his hardest to catch the Skarmory. He really did. A flaming arm shot out as the bird blasted past, trying to catch and grab at the Skarmory, but the Automize made it just too fast. "Durnit, P.K!" shouted, an annoyed look in his eyes. "Ya gots to be faster 'n that!" The Emboar turned to him and sharply nodded, obviously Mitch's most loyal teammate.

Briefly, the statement sent Mitch back to a happier time. Pig King, just a Tepig, was waddling after a Snivy in some sort of race. Mitch was watching the action and laughing with a boy in a baseball cap, calling out words of encouragement to the pig. "Ya gots to be faster 'n that!" he called, laughing a little. It was years ago, before the war was even a sparkle in the late President Owen's eye. It was back when Nox was just a bunch of black-shirted thugs, bratty teenagers, and conspiracy theorists. It was a simpler time, a happier time.

A time when the word "Jimmy" wasn't preceded by the words "I really freaking hate"

Mitch quickly shook his head to regain composure, greasy blond bangs shaking with him. The Skarmory was starting to fly right at Mitch, spiraling upwards. A dive attack? A charge on Pig King from behind? No, instead it was just a chance to lay spikes. The Skarmory was probably content that Pig King wouldn't be able to reach him, or that any attempts to charge him would be met with spikes to the foot. And in a way, the Skarmory was right.

As the steely bird was busy laying its caltrops, Mitch started making hand signals. Pig King remembered these from battlefield training: climb, then pounce. The Emboar scrambled up onto the arena's low walls like a professional wrestler, lifting its arms into the air triumphantly. It was obviously taking the chance to mug for the cameras. Squatting low and arcing back slightly, the Emboar took to the air with a loud battlecry.

Emboar were naturals at throwing their weight around, as shown by their knowledge of moves like Heat Crash and Body Slam. However, this was not Pig King's intent. Instead he glided through the air as he forced his body on top of the Skarmory's. Its Automized body would make it very lightweight, and its large size would make fully escaping Pig King's dive very hard.

One hand scrambled to grab: body, wing, neck, anything goes. As long as Pig King's massively superior weight was dragging Skarmory onto the spikes with him, he was content. The second arm would be delivering a series of rapid-fire Arm Thrusts. If Pig King's gambit was successful, the bird would hopefully be stuck with nowhere to go. And grappling with the Pig King would only lead to failure.

"Kick 'is arse, P.K!" Mitch cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "Make 'im pay, Macho Man style!"

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[lou]

[style=width: 300px; text-align:center; font-size: 26px; border-bottom: white solid 3px]VICTOR: MITCH[/style]
[style=margin-top: -6px; width: 260px; font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma]'grats bro[/style]