It was an average day at the World Renowned International School of Lucha. Rikochet, Buena Girl, and the Flea were getting in their daily training routine.
"All right, Flea! Let's go for round two!" Rikochet challenged.
"The Flea is going to win this time, if it's the last thing The Flea ever does!" The Flea declared. And with that, he lunged forward in an attempt to tackle his friend...only for a mysterious green portal to appear in front of him, causing him to fall into it.
"Flea!" Rikochet and Buena Girl both shouted in concern as they looked into the portal.
The Flea screamed as he was sucked through the portal...then grunted when he slammed into something hard. Groaning, the filthy wrestler looked to see what he crashed into. It turned out to be a four-armed humanoid American wrestler-like figure...who was looking at the Flea with an irritated expression. Grumbling something, the stranger grabbed the Flea off of his face, and then tossed him back through the portal, screaming all the way. Then, the figure turned to the smaller creature by his side.
"All right, champ! This is the place! Are you ready to knock this Rikochet guy DEAD?!" The being's much calmer companion nodded.
"Yes, master. I will not disappoint you." He answered.
"Well then LET'S GET IN THERE AND LET YOU BUST SOME HEADS!" And with that, the two continued their journey through the portal.
"Hey! I think he's coming back out!" Rikochet exclaimed as the Flea's screams got closer.
"Um...you think we should-" Buena Girl was interrupted as the Flea slammed into them hard enough to knock them both to the sides, then proceeded to slam into the wall hard enough to get his head stuck in it. "...Move out of the way?" Buena Girl finished her sentence as she stood, rubbing her head. The two young wrestlers helped Flea pull his head out of the wall.
"Flea! Are you all right?! What happened?!" Rikochet asked.
"Ugh...The Flea hit a giant four-armed man! He threw the Flea out of the portal!"
"Uh-oh! Are we being invaded?!" Buena Girl asked. Immediately after she said that, out from the portal stepped the two creatures from earlier. The bigger one loomed over them, glaring into their eyes.
"All right, you little chumps! I am the grand wrestling master, Machamp! Which one of you is Rikochet?! He's the perfect match-up for my student here! He wants to challenge you to a fight! If you accept, he will beat you down and complete his training! If you refuse, you're nothing but a spineless little runt who wears diapers and-"
"Machamp, ma! Machamp champ! Chaaaaamp! Champ, ma ma ma champ!"
"Um...I think it's trying to tell us something..." Buena Girl whispered into Rikochet's ear. The pint-sized wrestler stepped up.
"Um...Excuse me! We...don't understand what you're saying..." Machamp blinked, then facepalmed. He had forgotten the language differences. Sighing, his student, Hawlucha, stepped towards Rikochet and performed a series of complicated hand gestures. "Chumps?! What...Grand wrestling champion, huh?
Me? Fight your student? Well, I don't know...Wait...SPINELESS?! RUNT?! DIAPERS?! All right, that's it! You want a fight?! YOU'VE GOT ONE!" And then, almost immediately, a cage surrounded Rikochet and Hawlucha, leaving Buena Girl, The Flea, and Machamp to watch from the sidelines. A wrestling ring rose from underneath their feet, setting the mood for the match.
"You can do this Rikochet!" Buena Girl called out.
"The Flea bets twenty bucks on Rikochet!"
"C'mon, Hawlucha! Show 'im what you're made of!" He turned to the Flea. "I'm holding you to that, by the way." He looked to Hawlucha, who rolled his eyes and translated. Flea and Machamp glared each other down, determined to win the bet.
Rikochet and Hawlucha glared across the cage at one another.
Let the battle begin...
FIGHT!
The pint-sized luchadores made a beline for each other and quickly met in a grappling match, pushing against one another to try to push the other off balance.
To Rikochet's surprise, despite their relatively similar builds, Hawlucha was easily winning this shoving match, as he felt himself sliding back against the lucha hawk's pushing. Hawlucha noticed it had the upper hand, and smirked.
Rikochet yelped as he felt his feet leave the ring. Hawlucha had flown up with him in its grasp, tossed him up at the top of the cage. The pint-sized luchadore child grunted in pain as he felt his head roughly slam into the steel bars, then screamed as he fell down to the arena, leaving an imprint of his body when he hit the ground.
Hawlucha approached the imprint, hoping to pin its opponent down and end the match here and now...It did not expect Rikochet to immediately leap from the Him-Shaped hole and slam into it, wrapping his arms around it and effectively pinning it.
Hawlucha struggled against the other wrestler's hold, but much to it's surprise, despite it clearly having the advantage in strength earlier, Rikochet was actually doing a decent job keeping it held down, and the two were on rather even grounds as Hawlucha struggled to escape the child's grasp.
The hawk eventually managed to get Rikochet off of it by pecking him on the forehead several times, causing him to stagger back. Growling, Rikochet leapt forward in an attempt to pin his opponent once more. Hawlucha focused its gaze on the wrestler, and mere seconds before he made contact, the Pokemon agilely flipped over him, successfully Detecting his move and causing him to land flat on his face and skid to the other side of the ring.
Rikochet leapt back to his feet and made a mad dash towards the hawk. Hawlucha mirrored him, running forward to Tackle the small child. They quickly crossed the distance between each other...
SMASH!
Both boy and hawk were sent flying to either side of the arena from the impace, and roughly slammed into the bars. Both wrestlers rose to their feet, shrugging off the impact. Hawlucha glared forward and flashed its claws at its young rival. Rikochet scowled and made a clawing motion with his hands as a retaliation taunt.
Little did he know, Hawlucha had successfully raised its attack and accuracy stats.
Rikochet agilely flipped to the side to avoid a Karate Chop, then staggered his avian enemy with a quick kick to the side. He followed this up with a few punches, then leapt up slightly and nailed the hawk in the side of the head with his foot, knocking it down. Rikochet was not through, however, as he then proceeded to pounce on top of his rival. Hawlucha struggled to escape, but Rikochet wouldn't have it, and punched him a few more times in an attempt to lessen the struggles. Hawlucha tired of it, and managed to raise its leg and nail Rikochet in the lower regions, knocking him right off. Rikochet stumbled to his feet in pain. Hawlucha seemed to have gotten stronger somehow...
"WHOO-HOO! THE FLEA IS GOING TO WIN THE BET!"
"Don't get cocky, bug boy!" Machamp snapped. "My student's got a few tricks up his sleeve!"
Sure enough, Hawlucha immediately hopped to its feet. The bird leapt into the air, all the way to the top of the cage, and then swooped down at a rapid speed. Rikochet looked up at his descending opponent, and a lightbulb flashed in his mind. The pint-sized powerhouse ran to the ropes around the arena, pulled them back...and then let go and launched himself right at the hawk.
This turned against him, however, as the Pokemon surprised him by extending its wing and hitting him square in the stomach, winding him and sending him slamming back into the ring headfirst, leaving only his legs sticking out. As Rikochet struggled to pull himself back out, Hawlucha took advantage of its opponents incapacitation, and landed a fair distance away to rest its body. It felt Roost take effect, as some of its injuries from Rikochet's most recent beatdown were healing over.
Finally, Rikochet managed to escape his position, and shook the cobwebs out of his head before getting up and scowling. Hawlucha glared right back, and with a flip, leapt into the air, then swerved downward, ready to show Rikochet how an Aerial Ace does it. Rikochet was ready, however, as he focused for a brief moment...and suddenly, he was now a ball.
As Hawlucha was near ground level, ready to strike, Rikochet rolled towards the ropes, and let himself fly!
"PULVERIZING PINBALL!" The pint-sized kid shouted as he and Hawlucha rapidly grew closer to one another...
It was a direct hit for both parties involved, as they successfully smacked into each other and sent each other flying back. Hawlucha hit the metal bars and slumped facefirst to the hard, unforgiving ground. Rikochet, on the other hand, lived up to his name when he hit the hard metal, and bounced off of it, only to hit the floor again, bouncing him upward to the ceiling, which in turn bounced him towards Hawlucha. The sheer speed of the Riko-ball was vast, and when he hit Hawlucha, he hit it HARD.
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Meta: [Wakes up] That's what she-
Edge: [Knocks him out again]
UniKitty: YAAAAAAY!
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Rikochet bounced out of the hole he had created upon making contact with his opponent, and returned to his normal form, confident that he had won.
"OH YEAH! PAY THE FLEA NOW, MUSCLE MAN!"
"It's never THAT easy, Flea!" Buena Girl replied.
"Hahaha! Face it, chump, you just ain't winning this!" Machamp gloated.
Sure enough, Hawlucha pulled itself out of the hole, still looking ready to continue the battle.
"But...But how...?" Rikochet shook his head and clenched his fists. It didn't matter... He went in for a pounce, wanting to pin Hawlucha yet again.
Hawlucha easily dodged it, almost casually stepping to the side, causing Rikochet to comedically land flat on his face. Then, Hawlucha hatched an idea. The hawk fighter closed its eyes, and with an almost smug expression, clapped its hands, as if it were applauding Rikochet.
The human growled as he got to his feet. "DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME, YOU JERK!" And with that, he ran at the ropes and launched himself into his opponent once more.
...At least, that's what he WANTED to do. Instead, almost as if under some kind of spell, Rikochet once again went in for a pin, and Hawlucha once again calmly stepped to the side and made him fall on his face.
"What the..." Rikochet just couldn't refuse an Encore...Hawlucha took advantage of its opponents state and leapt onto his back, barraging him with pecks, talon strikes and wing attacks. Rikochet eventually managed to get the bird off of him...and then he was once again forced to do the same pinning motion, and the exact same thing happened. After he escaped, it happened AGAIN!
"COME ON, RIKOCHET! THE FLEA HAS FORTY DOLLARS WORTH OF BURRITOS TO BUY! STOP MESSING AROUND AND WIN SO THE FLEA CAN HAVE THE FLEA'S LUNCH!"
"It's gonna be ME who's eating burritos there, shorty!" Machamp cackled.
Finally, Encore wore off, and Rikochet was relieved to have full control over his movements again.
Hawlucha had an idea of what it wanted to do next...but it wasn't sure whether or not to go through with it. Thoughtfully, it pulled its King's Rock out of...somewhere...then shrugged and figured it would pick it up after the match.
Rikochet sprinted for the avian...but staggered backward when a rock beaned him right on the forehead. Glaring, the wrestler went to go fight the bird...but Hawlucha was glaring at him. Rikochet suddenly found himself completely unable to move, a wave of fear washing over him.
Hawlucha took its chance, leapt high into the sky, then came back down on the helpless Rikochet, and slammed into him as hard as he could, creating yet another imprint of the child's body in the ground.
To follow it up, Hawlucha then proceeded to jump into the air, slam into the incapacitated human's back with its talons...and then launch itself to the top of the cage, and slam down on top of the aspiring luchadore once again.
Rikochet dizzily pulled himself back up, shook his head, and made a sprint at the hawk...but found himself completely unable to move. The paralysis side effect had picked a golden opportunity to work...
"RIKOCHET! COME ON, BE STRONG! THINK OF THE FAMILY! THE HONOUR! THE TRADITION! THE DOUGHNUTS!" Buena Girl called out.
"THE FLEA'S MONEY!" The Flea added.
"THE VICTORY FOR MY STUDENT!" Machamp called.
As Rikochet struggled to move, Hawlucha thought about what its next move should be. Perhaps Endeavour...? No. Its opponent was clearly more weakened right now... Still, he was resilient...Perhaps it could show Rikochet it's favourite dance...One of the...feathery variety.
As Rikochet struggled to move, he gasped as he saw Hawlucha's movements. He looked in horror as something fell down on him. He flinched...and something landed on his nose, causing him to sneeze. His eyes blinked open, and he stared in confusion as he saw a bunch of feathers surrounding him. It seemed like a lame move...but somehow he felt...weaker...Like his attacks wouldn't do as much damage as they should...
He didn't get to dwell on it, however, as Hawlucha had already nailed him right in the chin with a High Jump Kick, sending him sailing into the air with a yelp. As the boy fell, Hawlucha focused its energy, a glowing aura surrounding it...and just as the child was about to hit the arena, the Pokemon had finished gathering its energy, and launched itself at its rival with the Sky Attack, its body glowing a golden hue.
At the same time, Rikochet regained control of his body, and began to spin his body in a rapid pace. Eventually, he span so fast, he actually turned into a tornado and began quickly moving across the arena to meet his swooping rival. They grew closer...and closer...
BOOM!
Hawlucha's Sky Attack cut through the Spinning Top like a hot knife through butter, knocking Rikochet out of the tornado, with his opponent ramming into his gut, and into the bars of the cage, where an eruption of energy exploded outward.
"THE FLEA CANNOT SEE WHAT IT GOING ON! THE FLEA IS GOING TO LOSE THE BET!"
"IS THAT REALLY ALL YOU CARE ABOUT AT THIS POINT?!" Buena Girl snapped.
Machamp casually ate his popcorn. "It's over, Rikochet."
When the explosion cleared, Rikochet was still standing, though he looked ready to collapse at any moment. Hawlucha smiled. Rikochet was a worthy opponent...but it was time to end this. Wanting to make sure this was the finishing blow, Hawlucha invigorated its spirit by performing a battle dance, sharply raising its attack stat. Then, it leapt up, swooped down at the child, grabbed him, flew sky-high with him, and then dropped him to the ground as hard as it could, causing a massive dust explosion upon impact.
When it cleared, Rikochet lay flat on his back, his eyes resembling swirlies, groaning in pain. Then he fell unconscious.
Hawlucha gracefully landed next to its opponent and checked his pulse. Good. He was still alive. It heard the familiar sound of its masters footsteps, and smiled up into the Machamp's proud, smiling face.
"You did it, kid." Machamp praised. "All that hard training paid off. There's nothing else I can teach you."
"Thank you, master. I couldn't have gotten so far were it not for your guidance."
"So, what are you gonna do now?"
Hawlucha raised a claw to its chin thoughtfully...then looked over at Rikochet, who was now waking up, The Flea and Buena Girl checking him over in concern. Smiling, the Pokemon walked up to its opponent, who looked up at it with wide eyes. The hawk extended its claw in friendship. Rikochet blinked, then smiled and accepted the handshake.
"Looks like I've still got a long way to go, huh?" He said. Hawlucha nodded, then communicated with its opponent using sign language. Rikochet gaped.
"What? You wanna train me?" He asked, surprised. Hawlucha nodded. Rikochet stared... "YES! YEEEES!" The child hugged Hawlucha. "I'M GONNA BE THE GREATEST LUCHADORE EVER FOR SURE NOW!"
Machamp wiped a tear from its eye. "Kid's come a long way..." Then he turned to The Flea and extended one of his arms. The Flea grumbled under his breath and handed him a twenty dollar bill.