[OLYMPICS] FATASS VS. SHORTON

[The Crash Man Ω]

MITCH vs. THORTON COMMENCE

[thorton]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #009900; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Really, the boy stood opposite him was meant to be his opponent for this round? Thorton let out the slightest hint of a sigh, but decided he better not judge him on his less than impressive exterior. He obviously had enough skill to advance to the second round. Even if he highly doubted he would lose to him, he had to recognize this wasn't his factory. This wasn't war. This was a battle on equal footing between himself and this boy. Beside him stood Carbuncle, the mime once again ready to take to the battle field. Obviously the boy was to use an Emboar again for his first Pokemon, but would he try to go straight through the type disadvantage, or go with the " Types don't matter!" approach.

Either way his strategy didn't require much tweaking, not until attacks started getting launched in his direction. His pale gaze shifted over the crowd, spotting familiar faces more frequently now. Would any of them be cheering for him? He doubted it. Any cheering that did happen would be in the form of an insult no doubt.

"Good luck ," The comment was directed to his opponent, before he turned his attention back to his own Pokemon as Carbuncle moved to stand on his side of the battlefield, a warm and cheerful smile playing on his features. The mime raised a glove covered hand and waved, before putting on his game face. " Carbuncle, start things off with reflect once more ," The command was crisp and clear, as was the shield of energy that formed in front of the Mr.Mime.

Let the battle begin.

NOTES: Reflect is up, better get ready for your ass to get handed to ya Mitch[/style]

[mitchhiggins]

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[/size] low, rumbling laugh came from Mitch's flabby face as he looked at who his opponent was. Ignorant of Sinnoh's battle frontier, he figured his opponent was merely a pipsqueak. "Huh, you're a short'un," he grumbled, continuing to slur over his words like a drunkard. He seemed almost incapable of saying a single, proper word. "Yer gonna need it." Pig King stood in front of him, continuing to mug for the crowd like a champion wrestler. However, he was visibly tired: whatever confrontation had gone on between him and the wasteland champion's Skarmory had obviously worn him out.

However, his opponent's selection of Pokemon made him burst into laughter. "Hur hur hur, yer usin' some stupid clown," he rumbled, obviously not a champion of sportsmanship. He knew two things: Mr. Mimes were lame, and Pig King didn't like psychic types. "Walker's gonna teach ya a thing 'r two. Get on out here!"

The massive Emboar, still waving and grandstanding, was sucked back into a Pokeball. Another hit the floor, and in the Emboar's place emerged an Ariados. Large by Ariados standards, it looked up at Mitch with tired eyes: did it HAVE to fight after carrying his fat ass all the way to the Olympics? Mitch didn't care about his Pokemon's predicament, however. He only had one goal in mind: crush the clown.

"Get 'im all tangled up, Walker!" he bellowed, the Ariados sighing and turning back to the battle. It lifted its abdomen at the Mr. Mime, mouthed an apology, and launched a tangled net of Spider Web right at the clown-like Pokemon. If Mitch had his way it'd be in capable of moving. "Now use your needley things!"

While Mitch's Pokemon were all quite powerful, he had nabbed them from his father's estate and never really bothered to study them. This left him uneducated, but it also left him quite unpredictable. What kind of "needles" did he mean? The answer came soon, however, as the Ariados opened its maw. A speedy onslaught of small Pin Missiles launched at the Mr. Mime. Most would probably bounce off of the Mr. Mime's barrier, but Mitch didn't care. He wanted his opponent pushed in the corner before the match even began.

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[thorton]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #009900; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Huh. So his opponent was as foolish as his appearance would have suggested. It was good to know that at least some of his social perception was still there. He found a chiding laugh slip from his lips, not one of enjoyment, but of sarcasm. ” Really, you choose to mock another for a physical feature, whilst it’s pretty obvious that you yourself suffer from some bodily issues that would probably need to be sorted out pretty quickly. Being the overweight simply can’t be good for your health. Especially at your age, you must be what, 10? 12? Yet already you’re setting yourself up for a life of heart problems, such a shame,” the words slipped from Thorton’s lips easily, gray gaze barely even focusing on the boy. “And your speech, my word. Is that another medical issue, or is it from the laziness I presume also led to your weight?” Let it not be said that Thorton was a liar. Oh no, far to the contrary. Thorton was perhaps the most brutally honest person you could meet. He held back neither in words nor actions.

Carbuncle, on the other hand, shot him a reproachful look across his shoulder, but didn’t comment. His trainer could be such an ass sometimes. The shining lights in front of his body held true, but they were intended for the more physical battering one received from moves that the brutes of the team were more likely to use. The spider web launched at the clown stuck true, clinging to its body and preventing movement. But an amused smile tinted Thorton’s features. True, immobilizing his Mr.Mime would make it harder for him to dodge, but it was hardly going to work as much of an advantage for the foes own defences. ” Nasty Plot” the words were quick and simple, as was the change in the psychic type’s demeanour. Its eyes darkened, its features turned to a scowl, and it imagined every single possibility that could work for squashing the bug. The mime nodded, before the needles were fired with rather nimble haste toward him. The shield in front of him did hold up against some of them, but a few implanted themselves in the clown’s body, and they stung!

” Now, let’s give that bug a bit of a counter attack. Psychic,” The commands weren’t exactly a necessity, his Pokemon were all trained to be able to fight by themselves should the need for it arise. The Mime’s eyes began to glow blue, psychic energy radiating outward before the attack should strike the bug, assaulting its mind. A super effective attack in return for one sent his way.

NOTES: Bug squashing psychic move go~ With added sadistic plotting.[/style]

[mitchhiggins]

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" 'm not fat,"

[/size] the lard-i-doodle protested, continuing to talk as if he was mercilessly tongue-bathing a bag of marbles. Jus' got big bones." He watched the battle intently, letting out low chuckles as his Ariados' pins struck true, before turning to Thorton with another one of his "special" questions. "The 'eck's with your hair, anyway? S'all green-y . . . black-y . . . swirl-y . . . s'weird."

Walker, on the other hand, was actually paying attention to the battle. When he noticed Carbuncle's eyes glowing, and Mitch caring more about Thorton's hair than his situation, the bug sighed and prepared to get things done by himself. Immediately he pawed the ground twice, a shadow extending behind Carbuncle as its eyes glowed. A great pressure was felt in Walker's brain, but he shook the pain off and remained resolute. The shadow continued to extend, sneaking directly beneath Carbuncle.

Perfect.

A ghostly image of an Ariados reared up from right below Carbuncle, attempting to buck him right out of the arena. An unorthodox, yet quite clever, use of Shadow Sneak. However, by now the Psychic was taking effect, and the Ariados let out an unearthly screech as his bug-like brain was mercilessly poked and prodded. Every nerve of his body was being given one order: pain. Lots and lots of pain. His legs nearly buckled, and his stance was shaky, but Walker remained strong.

By now, Mitch was finally paying attention. "Yeah, yeah, the shadow thing. Good job. Now needles again!" Sighing with annoyance and glaring at Mitch, the Ariados turned back to Carbuncle and fired another array of Pin Missiles. A lot of chittering was heard as the attack was launched: Pokemon in the audience would surely be able to pick out "no respect" and "I try so hard . . . "

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[thorton]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #009900; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] ” Big boned? Please. An excuse like that must do real wonders for your self esteem back in preschool, but I think it’s finally time you grew up a little, hm? Or are you still a baby making excuses?” Thorton was, admittedly, probably being a bit harsh on the kid, but he had started it. If he hadn’t expected some form of repercussions to insulting someone he should have stayed in the bakery. Or wherever a boy had to spend his life to get quite so plump at such a young age. The eye roll was customary, oh wow. Mocking his hair now as well? How simply inspiringly new. Ignoring the brat, his gaze focused on the battle as Carbuncle suddenly found himself getting bucked from behind. However, the stick threading that had been fired at him moments before hand really worked in the psychics favour, instead acting as a net so he was only bucked so far.

Instead, as he landed in a slightly crumpled heap, it gave him a momentary chance to consider his options once again. Another nasty plot, another method of quashing that bug that seemed so displeased by it’s trainer. The psychic grinned cheerily as he finally pushed himself to his feet, a smile that would catch most off guard. The needles that came his way were once again lightened by the Light Screen, but they still implanted themselves in the Psychic’s body. They stung, a lot, but that didn’t stop him. His eyes once again took on the blue glow, and it forced its way into the Ariados’s mind again with a powerful Psychic attack. It would force it to faint. It would give it no choice in the matter.
NOTES: Light Screen 3/5, Nasty plot used again, then Psychic once more…Carbuncle gets evil with nasty plots o.o[/style]

[mitchhiggins]

Jul 5, 2012 9:44:05 GMT -5 @mitchhiggins said:

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"Yer a babby."

[/size] Really, Mitch? REALLY? It seemed the boy was running out of material, and had to resort to playing the "no you." card with his insults. Walker would have facepalmed if he wasn't busy fighting a battle to the last breath with some clown. Not that Mitch cared, of course. He just kept his fat ass perched up on his league-designated position, overseeing everything through a lens of greasy, yellow bangs. Walker scowled: master doesn't care. Master wasn't going to switch him out.

However, as he was busy thinking this, he suddenly noticed an evil glint in his eye. He scuttled in a panic, moving left and right to try and dodge the mime's next assault. Yet it still hit its mark: no amount of self-distraction could erase the burning, horrifying pain ripping through his cranium. His entire body felt like it was on fire, each nerve ripping itself to shreds from the pain. He let out another horrifying screech, hitting the arena with a painful thud. His eyes started to flutter: open, closed, open again. He had no idea how much longer he could do this for . . .

"Git up." Mitch's voice was as low and grumbling as everything else he said. And yet when Walker didn't move he merely repeated himself, voice glazed with impotent rage. "I said, git up!: The Ariados didn't move, eyes shut and legs weakly twitching. "Git up now, useless!" he shouted, smashing a ham-like fist on the table he sat at.

Slowly, Walker's legs started to quiver and push him up. His nerves continued to burn, every movement more painful than the last one. But he was still standing, no matter how weakly. He looked like a dead 'mon walking, taking a few steps forward with glazed-over eyes.

"Finish 'im! Finish 'im now!" Mitch ordered, voice furious. Barely even hearing the order, Walker weakly lifted a claw and unleashed the most pathetic Shadow Sneak ever. Rather than launching like a missile, the poor Ariados' shadow creeped forward at an anemic pace. The shadow at the end was not massive and proud, but rather a laughably tiny figment. It weakly raised a claw and scratched at Carbuncle once.

As his shadow connected, the Ariados laid down and shut its eyes. Over-exerted to the point of near death, the continuous brain pain from Psychic had finally finished its job. Mitch shook his head and grumbled to himself. "Goddamn useless . . . time to git out a real 'mon." He hurled another Pokeball, the beast in front of him much larger than Walker.

A massive Aggron roared, a proud smile flashing on Mitch's face. "Show 'im a thing 'r two, Ultimate Chimera!"[/style]
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[thorton]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #009900; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Thortons brow arched, finding difficulty in not laughing at the pathetic excuse for an insult. Obviously this boy had the intelligence of a child, incapable of even comprehending another insult. He shook his head, pity crossing his features. Oh so pathetic. ” You’re not even worth the time ,” The words were firm, and true. This boy wasn’t worth his time speaking to. He’d squash he and his Pokemon into the ground, and then leave him reeling. He’d only seen Carbuncle, a Pokemon that was normally called back by the third round, but the spider web had made that impossible. His gray gaze remained focus on the battle happening in front of him, watching as the Ariados fell for the first time. Carbuncle didn’t hold up, still feeling signs of a struggle within, but when the fat child started ordering it to get up, he turned his gaze upward with a scowl.

Carbuncle couldn’t help but agree with his trainers notion. This boy was an idiot. Had he not realized the only attack the Ariados would be able to pull off would be pathetic? Better to recall it now to give it momentary respite than having it knocked out. A second wind would be possible with rest. But no, still he pressured it to stand up and fight now, against a foe that held such an obvious weakness to the psychics assault. But still the insect got up, and launched an attack even a new born would find pathetic. The Mr.Mime pitied the insect, but still he finished it off with his mental assault.

As Walker was returned, the Mr.Mime bowed his head slightly in farewell, taking a momentary respite from the pest. It’s attacks had been painful, but most had been weakened by his shield. It would be able to keep fighting whatever came from the other side. So when an Aggron suddenly appeared on the other side, he couldn’t help but tilt his head. Well, it was a smarter move than some of what he could pull out, but it was still going down. His expression was pensive for a moment, imagining what it could do to the steel type, plotting away. Nasty plot once again provided a boost to the already excessive special power the psychic possessed, before a command cut through the battle field.

” Bring the house down ,” It was a simple command, one he had used when there was a chance his foes would predict what would come up. Now he just felt like fucking with the brats head. He hated people that mistreated Pokemon, and what he saw was blatant disregard for his own Pokemon’s safety. That didn’t sit well with Thorton. The mime nodded, before focusing it‘s gaze on the Aggron. Blue encircled his body, giving him the faintest glow, before a hand flew out in front of him, ignoring the stickiness of the Spider Web still, and a flash of blue filled his vision as a Thunder attack raged toward the Aggron. Thorton taught his Pokemon moves for these occasions. Nasty Plot had allowed it’s mind to focus harder, and provide an even stronger burst of energy for one of the most powerful electric attacks a Pokemon could know.

NOTES: Light Screen 4/5, Nasty plot used again, then Thunder on the Aggron. And you have no idea how tempted I was to say “ AIM FOR THE HORN“ then.[/style]

[mitchhiggins]

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"Stay!"

[/size] Mitch's order was firm, even as his Pokemon gave a very confused look to him. The mime was clearly whipping up a massive assault, but the Aggron was apparently supposed to just sit still. However, there was an evil smile on Mitch's face as he finished his order off. "Ya know what ta'do, Ultimate Chimera."

The massive Aggron rumbled in agreement, hunkering over and lowering his steely head. Metal plates could take way more impact than the rock monster's body, after all. He firmly planted his legs and tail onto the stadium floor, refusing to move, as he cast a stony glare on the Mister Mime in front of him. If anybody was paying close attention, they'd notice a soft white glow starting to come from its metallic plating.

Then the walking began. Nasty plots were done, and thunder was being whipped up, but Ultimate Chimera did not care. He marched forward inevitably as the attack was readied, head lowered and arms crossed. Mitch nodded appreciatively, continuing to smirk sinisterly. "G'd boy. Show'im who's boss." This validation only furthered the Agrron's advance: it was plainly obvious that this beast was much favored over the Ariados.

Then the Thunder. After a ton of consecutive nasty plots, it hurt like hell. The Aggron's knees buckled as it nearly hit the arena mat, but it refused to go down. Its metal plating absorbed much of the shock, after all. It merely continued its slow march, even as electricity shook through its body. Its steps were shaky and its eyes were pained, but a wide grin was on its face.

And with every step, the white glow from its armor intensified.

Swinging its arms outwards once the thunder had stopped, the Aggron lowered its head and aimed right at the Mr. Mime. Physical attacks it was well prepared for: shame this wasn't one of them. A massive, blinding burst of light rocketed out from the Aggron's helmet. Metal Bursts were fueled by pain, and in this battle a superpowered Mr. Mime was the perfect battery.

Hopefully the attack would finish the job. And if it did, the Aggron would threw back his head in triumph and roar like the king of the jungle.

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[thorton]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #009900; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Of course this man would favour the more brute force Pokemon. They suited his level of intelligence. No finesse involved in them. No strategy. Just rush in head first, occasionally using one of the more obvious strategies that were involved in certain Pokemon like Aggron. It and Bastiodon were two of the most well known Pokemon for the move Metal Burst, a sort of cover all mix of Counter and Mirror Coat. He knew this, and his Mr.Mime knew this, but it didn’t stop the attack. Carbuncle had fought these sort of Pokemon before, even having training matches against Thorton’s own Lairon, so knew exactly what to expect.

However, that didn’t give his attack any less force, if anything it put more effort into the electrical burst. He knew exactly why he had to damage it as much as possible, to make it easier for whichever Pokemon took his place. The spider-web was preventing him from switching out, so instead he was weakening as many of his foes as possible. If it meant just taking out the Ariados and weakening this Aggron, well, that was fine. It’d make it easier for the next Pokemon to wipe it out. So instead of panicking, he focused on preventing any death blow, throwing his hands in front of his body and taking the hit as best he could. The psychic type was sent flying backward, eyes swirling as he blacked out, only to be returned by Thorton. He had done what he had asked of him.

” Good work Carbuncle ,” He muttered softly, before placing the Pokeball back onto his belt. His gray gaze shifted quickly to the stage as he plucked a worn pokeball from his belt and threw it into the sky. His first capture. In a flash, the sky was filled with the shrill cry of a Staraptor, wings beating down swiftly as she circled above. Her intent was to stay out of reach, at least for now. This was the scouting round for her, see what she had to contend with. ” Agility, Pandemona ,” The call was short and sharp, as was the reaction from the Sinnoh native bird, her muscles relaxing and her speed picking up. How would Mitch react to the change of pace?


NOTES: Mr.Mime fainted, Pandemona gets sent out, uses Agility and stays the hell up in the air.[/style]

[sunshineari]

[style=width: 300px; text-align:center; font-size: 26px; border-bottom: white solid 3px]VICTOR: FATASS[/style]
[style=margin-top: -6px; width: 260px; font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma]lol this battle was amusing[/style]