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"that was unnecessarily lew--" in the midst of massaging his wrist, he'd stop. amazed by the stadium that stood before his very sight. "you've got to be shittin' me!" looking back toward kyle with childlike adoration. he was filled with glee that they were given the opportunity to use the stadium. "is this my present from the league?!" a stage for him to cut loose. was this his room?!

"this is more than anything i could ask for!" not really, he'd more he could wish for, but this was more than enough. "i've heard about these spaces! it's nothing compared to the league stadium, but this room!" it had a new fresh car smell to it. "i can't wait to wear it out!" the battles he could just imagine! oh happy days were here again.

turning toward kyle, he'd say with glee, "kyle lopez, you really know how to woo a guy!" with his pokemon in tow, he'd trail over to the opposite end. "let's have a rematch!" a pokeball was held in his left hand. "i wanna see how much this room can handle us, especially since we're not in an unsanctioned location that's gonna hold us back!" and by 'us' he meant his dragons. "besides, we need to get stronger and this is a good opportunity. personally, i wish i were fighting a fairy-type or ice-type specialist right now. you know how many people are gonna try to come at us with those?" the agony at the thought of his dragons having to suffer through that. it was practically inhumane. a groan emitted, the sound was enough to show his displeasure at the thought of having to witness that.

"anyway, we can chalk this up as a late birthday gift from everyone." mateo grinned. he was still oblivious to the fact that this wasn't a present from the league. "i got to teach my boys to handle any situation." massaging the the top half of his pokemon's respective ball, he'd look back to kyle, "unless you're too busy to stay and play with us, rocket slayer?" he teased.

notes: hi.

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how long was he going to be modest about that? mateo couldn't exactly remember his stance on this information. either way, knowing kyle, he'd just deny it so he wouldn't have to be in the limelight. "whatever, mr. modest." looking toward the console, he'd run over to the room that held the console.

"talk about state of the art..." examining the console, he'd wonder what they could set it to. a plethora of options were given, and one that stood out: the water terrain. "let's use this as an opportunity to train and make it hard, i choose this!" smashing his choice in, the terrain began to shift.

an aquatic pool of water emerged. the vanilla field was no longer there. on both sides there were six platforms in total, together that tallied to twelve. "nice!" the stage was large and wide. from the control room mateo shouted, "we'll do a 3v3, singles team." or should it be 6v6 instead? mateo thought about it for a moment. "i change my mind, 6v6! we're gonna make this hardcore, call this boot camp!" as members of the elite four it was important they took the time to grow stronger than they already were.

there was no time for slacking.

"oh!" returning to the console, he'd set the mechanics into a more complex mode. "nice, now it'll feel like the real deal." returning to his side of the field. he'd take hold of his ball, "this is gonna be so fun; let's go, kommo-o!" calling his first pokemon out onto a platform. he'd summon forth his fighting dragon, kommo-o. "addin' this: switchin' is aloud!" and that was about it. with a toothy grin, he'd add, "don't hold back, and expect it to get wild soon!"

notes: you've been challenged by elite four member, lanc--mateo...
this was also rushed. :PepeHands:

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a subtle start, he was screwing with them. "no, that's about right..." if he were playing one of kyle's rpg's right now, he'd classify the dog tamer as a trickster--a mage of sorts. he was the only person mateo knew that could shake up the field with a mightyena. put him in a double battle and he's most likely to have a stronger advantage. just one of his dogs was annoying, but two?? kyle could really show you why he deserved to be a member of the elite four.

and that's what he loved about him, the man could just bring out mateo's potential. thinking about it, he might have to turn this into a double battle before the match is over with. either way, kommo-o's soundproof proved ineffective as he was afflicted by the dark-types swaggering taunt.

the dragon would come to be sent into a spiraling rage of confusion, and had no want to listen to mateo--which was perfect. natural instincts would take over for the dragon, all that hard work a dragon tamer built to suppress a dragons desire can be knocked out in an instant; which, impressively, can bring out the best of their abilities.

it just depends on the dragon in question.

with anger and a sharp raise in power, kommo-o would release a powerful roar in return. solidifying that the challenge the mightyena had imposed was accepted, causing a series of CLANGING SCALES to rustle. the cry, then, caused the pool of water to shake. a blue shockwave followed after, manifesting a tidal wave that would cause the platforms to shift about.

a pseudo-surf, if you'd like to call it that, would come to rise and then fall heavily on top of the mightyena's side. whether it was hit or affected was unknown on mateo's due to lack of vision from the tides. either way, kyle couldn't escape the pleasantries of getting wet. the match had only just started and the stage was already being shaken.

either way, kommo-o's tantrum was unquelled. awaiting to move the minute his sight was set upon the mightyena. the kommo-o had no intention of letting his prey escape, he'd roar once more.

notes: above 50 unaffected, below 50 affected.

taunt: 1/3
swagger (confusion): 1/3

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"coward, you're makin' me regret puttin' that rule in!" the dragon tamer growled. the moment another mightyena was brought in, kommo-o would release a grand roar. he'd come to jump from the platform he stood on and onto one that was near the mightyena. sadly, the landing was not stuck for his rage clouded his equilibrium.

his footing was lost, and thus he fell into the water. "kommo!" he'd call looking into the water as he began to sank. the pool was deep, all that could be seen--at the moment--was a shadowy figure. "kyle, you asshole!" looking over, he'd wait for awhile for the return of his pokemon. "if he's dead i'll never forgive you!" for now mateo just had to trust in his pokemon's capability to return.

inside, the water as he slowly sunk. the water was enough to clear he'd taken in was enough to clear his head from confusion, but not to drown out his rage. kommo-o swam for a bit, wondering how he was going to get back to the surface. beneath his a hole would open--a mechanism that was set on the console--and out of that hole came high water pressure shooting the kommo-o out like a geyser.

it was within the center of the pool and kommo-o was casually sitting on top of it. "oh, hey! that's one of the mechanics!" mateo casually said.

notes: i got a critical fuckin' roll.

above 50 unaffected, below 50 affected.

taunt: 2/3

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"i'unno, i just moved stuff into the box." the mightyena came and got rough with the dragon-type. they'd come to tumble upon a platform on mateo's side. with aggression, kommo-o fought back. it was like watching two siblings roughhouse with one another. the mightyena was tightly latched onto kommo-o, and he found it to be a nuisance.

without order, he'd retaliate with a SKY UPPERCUT. attempting to send the dog flying away and back onto its side, be it into the pool or onto a platform. "your dogs are so troublesome even on their own." he'd look toward kommo-o, shouting, "are you okay?!" the kommo-o stood, tiredly, with aggression. he'd probably need a break soon.

notes:

taunt: 3/3