[TOURNEY] JUNK VS CRIMSEN

[lou]

ROUND 1
JUNK VS. CRIMSEN
BATTLE COMMENCE

[junk]

Junk bounced into the stadium, pulling up his baggy pants a bit that had been riding on his ass. He'd thought he'd signed up for a competitive eating contest, so he wore a fat bib with a Crawdaunt on it. He had a fork and knife in hand, and he was famish. A Machop trundled in after him like a kid brother, a similar bib also wrapped around his neck.

"Hey! When's the pie gonna be served!?!" he shouted to the dude standing across the sandy field. The man looked like a biker, and Junk inwardly cringed if he recognized him. (He's messed with the wrong biker, some douche in a gang, a couple weeks ago, and he got his ass handed to him.)

"Augh man, I'm so fucking hungry." He winced under the hot stadium lights, looking up enviously at a fat man in the crowd munching on a hot dog. Maybe Zig the bat could find out what was taking the kitchen so long.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and took out one of his Pokeballs mixed with the gumballs and cherrybombs.

"Zigg, go find the cake," he whined, releasing the ball onto the field. However, one of Junk's Magikarp came out instead. (It's not like he labelled his Pokeballs, and they all looked the same.) The Magikarp used splash, slowly suffocating on the dry stadium. Junk stared at it tired and disappointed. So much space. Why did they need so much space for an eating contest?? Meanwhile, M-Bear took out an Oran Berry and nibbled on it behind Junk's back. Poor thing had been starved all morning.

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]what the french, toast? Mauville City.... it had been so many years since he'd been here that it was like his first time again. The crowd was a sight to behold and this tournament was a much needed break from the war, even if it was only a fleeting one. A neutral ground sponsored by ..."Cipher" would be a hell of place to work out some tension without the lingering hand death at every corner. The young man from Kanto smirked inward at the rumors of what Cipher was, it was amazing how groups or "Teams" formed to use pokemon or whatever to take over the world. Whatever their goals here today were they had made good on their word as many of those he'd seen back in the trainers waiting area were high profile individuals, some NOX, some not. With his hands in his pockets he stepped out and stood across from his approaching opposition. The guy looked like he was confused and hungry, two states he felt didn't mix well in a pokemon battle, although he'd been wrong before about many things in recreational battles, learning was half the fun. Is this guy for real....? Sizing up his opponent's pokemon of a magikarp and machop Crimsen released a set of his own. Magikarp and Machop huh? With a swipe of his arm his jacket flapped back for a moment and two pokeballs disappeared from his waist. The pokeballs danced a quick two-step. Step one, hit the ground and release their tenant pokemon. Step two, bounce back from the ground back into Crimsen's hand. Standing before the young gentleman after the pokeball were retucked were two of his own fighters. Raiton, his Raichu which was as twitchy and hasty as ever and Mokuton, his uber-relaxed and way too laid back Grovyle. They were ready the two of them. But Crimsen couldn't make the call to kick this thing off until he was sure the person he was battling was someone who at the very least knew where they were. He projected his voice over the short distance to the green haired fruit-loop standing opposite himself. "Hey guy, if they told you there was cake they lied..." "I mean... you know this is a pokemon battle right?" [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✲ AMB Tanz by the way, [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; width: 126px;] wants to fight the other two pokemon alone wants to let Raiton fight alone [/style]

[junk]

Junk scooped up the Magikarp the tail and squinted at it wondering if it was edible. Suddenly it thrashed and slapped in the face, twisting its body hurriedly in the air, which made him drop it back onto the ground. It was very much alive, but it gasped and flopped, and probably wouldn't last long. Junk stepped on its tail and picked up one more time, cautiously, like a house-cat confused by a mouse.

"POKEMON BATTLE? IS THAT LIKE A FOOD FIGHT?!? ALL RIGHT! I SEE HOW IT IS!" Junk yelled back at the distant man. He had these two cool-looking pets, but Junk would never admit as much because it didn't matter. What mattered was that this pie eating contest had turned into a fight and he was gonna give it his all! Besides, this guy was a poser. Who starts a fight standing so far away! Dude should face him like a man! Grinning malevolently, he chucked the writhing Magikarp at the prick so that it would hit him in the face.

"SUUCCKKAAAAA!!" he shouted, jumping around, pulling down his pants, and mooning the biker poser with his scrawny ass. The Orre crowd hollered and shouted and guffawed. Machop blushed, having a full view, and punched Junk where it hurt. Kid hit the ground hard.

[el]

VICTOR: JUNK

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