The Robust
He/Him/His
Twenty-Eight
October 30th
Bevaridge Town
Biomesexual
Pokemon Educator/Vlogger/Biome Enthusiast
Avatar/Gym Leader/Elite Ranger
See ya later, Feraligatr!
red corner, blue corner [m]
POSTED ON May 13, 2021 1:58:56 GMT
Zac was a lover, not a fighter. Sure he was big, but size alone didn't make you a fighter. Not by a long shot. He'd trained a bit with some mid-sized Pokemon in his backyard, but a Mach Punch or two from a Combusken was nothing compared to the double-footed Kazimir Kick! It was like being stomped by a Rhydon. Zac felt his ribs pop and his stomach cave in, as the superhero stomp knocked him backwards. Too high to be stopped by the ropes, Zac toppled right over them. "Bwahh!" Zac shouted, off balance. His arms spun for a heartbeat before he tipped backwards and fell out of the ring. He did half a flip on his way down to the padded floor, and landed face-down with a resounding WHOMP! The crowd laughed, confused, before breaking into cheers and applause for Kazimir. An easy victory for Incinemask? That was just another Friday night. Zac climbed to his feet, grabbing the ropes for support. His head and stomach spun. "Nice kick Ka-, uh, Incinemask!" he said, reaching a hand through the ropes to shake with his opponent. "Put 'er there mate." Back in the dressing room they could still hear the crowd. The next match had started and the people of Rustboro were cheering for someone else now. "Guess I need a few more 'reps' before I'm up to snuff," he said, taking a drink of his post-match Charja-Cola. "Hey Incinemask, got any tips?"
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