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The Pokeball cracked, and then exploded open. Spots hit the ground, a mighty shockwave ringing out and blowing Krom's hair back. Spots stood, and Krom blinked at the Pokémon. He was over five feet tall, and Simba was infact right when he said that he has no neck. The massive rippling muscles that decorated the chest of the Liepard were so thick and heavy, it looked like a head placed atop a mountain of muscle. With such thick muscle decorating his entire body, from chin to tail, Spots looked more like a purple Arcanine than a Liepard. Krom blinked, and Burgundy called for Horn Leech.
Light erupted from the horns of the trainer, and Spots smiled darkly. He flexed one mighty pectoral muscle, and a shockwave rung out. The shockwave hurtled the Sawsbuck into a wall, here Krom heard it's neck snap. The Stealth Rangers erupted from the stands, grabbing and dragging the Sawsbuck to a corner of the field, where they began to prepare it. Burgundy gaped, screaming in French and sending out a Stoutland.
Spots smiled at the Stoutland, and Burgundy called for Thunder Fang. The canine surged forward, dwarfed by the leopard. It swung it's head, and it's teeth struck the massive leg muscle of Spots. The Stoutland yipped, his teeth unable to dig in. Spots flexed his leg, and the Stoutland became stiff, before it's skeleton tore from it's body. She gaped, and the Stealth Rangers took the carcass away, preparing to skin it. Burgundy stumbled for words, opting on sending out a Chandelure. Krom looked to the Stealth Rangers, and the announcers began speaking.
"This is Bob and Steve here at the Unova League Pokémon Tournament! Bob here, noticing how interesting the Liepard Krom Hitoawa is using is." Bob said, smiling. Steve frowned. "What is that thing? That isn't a Liepard Bob, it's got no neck!" he yelled. Bob nodded. "Yes. Well, we turn to a corner, where Krom's famous Pawniard known as the Stealth Rangers are skinning and cooking the Sawsbuck. Their technique and skill is commendable, but I must ask, is it even legal to eat your opponent's Pokémon?" he asked. Steve furrowed his brow. "I don't know Bob. I don't know." He said.
Krom looked at her Chandelure, and wondered what she had planned. She called for Fire Blast, and Spots smiled. The massive fire attack from one of the most powerful Pokémon in existence struck Spots head on. The Liepard closed his eyes, flexing his muscle. The attack dissipated with ease, and he walked forward, slowly. With each step, the muscle rippled and rolled like a waterfall, and the Chandelure grew more and more afraid. Spots stopped I front of the Pokémon, and Burgundy screamed for Overheat. Spots lifted a mighty paw, and slammed it down, using Night Slash. The muscle behind the attack increased it's power, vaporizing it with ease. Burgundy gaped, sending out a Haxorus.
Bob and Steve sighed. "With the skill those Pawniard are roasting that Sawsbuck with, I'm growing hungrier by the minute!" Bob declared, mouth-watering. "Yes, and the array of spices, seasonings and dipping sauces on the table is impressive. I never though Pawniard could cook so well." Steve said, and watched intently. Bob hummed. "It appears as if they are taking the skin and fur from Stoutland and making a large blanket. I imagine that would keep someone warn even in Kyurem's stomach!" He called, and saw the female Pawniard debating on whether or not to keep some for herself. Steve nodded. "Yes, and the immense muscle from that Liepard is enough to vanquish his foes in one fell swoop." Steve said.
Krom looked to the Haxorus, who seemed unfazed by the massive Liepard. Burgundy called for Outage, and the dragon surged forward, cloaked in draconic flame. The Liepard scoffed, avoiding h attack with ease. The Haxorus spun around, swinging his tail. Spots yawned, blocking the attack with his paw. He shoved the Haxorus back, and it slid. It charged a third time, and Spots jumped away. He rose to his hind legs, and turned to Burgundy. He glowered at the trainer, who gaped at the incredibly humanoid feline.
His muscle rippled as he turned back to Haxorus. He relaxed his muscles, and inhaled deep. He lifted his arms, and threw them down and froze them halfway. He then clenched all of his muscles, flexing with such immense force, the Haxorus gaped. He flexed one more time, and the Haxorus scoffed. He charged, using Outrage. He closed in, and Spots flexed once more. He flexed so hard, the reactive force from his muscles clenching sent out a remote shockwave that caused the Haxorus to explode into dust. Burgundy gaped, and sent out her Samurott.
Krom looked to Spots, who smiled back. The leopard threw his tail in the air, walking over the table the Pawniard had set up. He sat down, and smiled at Kooky, who wore his Misty facemask. The Pawniard stabbed a piece of the Sawsbuck, motioning to the sauces. Spots pointed at a Horseradish Sauce, and the Pawniard dipped the meat in. He threw it to the leopard, who caught it and chewed happily. He swallowed, licking his lips and purring. He meowed to Krom, and the trainer nodded. Krom sent out Jack, and allowed the leopard to stay out, ignoring the battle. Burgundy growled, calling for Razor Shell. Krom called for Captivate, and the Samurott laughed.
Bob and Steve sighed. "That Sawsbuck is so mouth-watering." Steve said. Bob nodded. "Yes, and again, the speed, skill, dexterity and ease the Pawniard work with is ever present in their cooking, and making blankets." He stated. Steve concurred. "Now, let us see how two powerful Samurott manage to battle each other." He said.
Jack's Captivate caused the Samurott to stop in it's tracks. Krom called for Attract, hoping for the best. The Samurott winked, the hearts of energy striking the other otter, and causing it to stumble back. When the attack ended, her eyes showed complete infatuation. She walked over, standing next to the male Samurott. She sat down, and rubbed her head against his chest. He smiled, his shining teeth gleaming in the light. Burgundy growled. "How dare you turn my Pokémon against me!" she roared. Krom sighed. "Maybe if you shut up, your Pokémon wouldn't want to be turncoats." He said, brow raised. She growled. "How dare you say my beautiful Pokémon want to turn against me! I shall destroy you!" she screamed, sending out a Darmanitan. Krom scoffed at the Pokémon. Warriorf, who stood next to Krom, pulled a bunch of bananas from his beard, holding them out. The Darmanitan ran over, stopping in front of the dwarf. The dwarf spoke to the Darmanitan, who nodded relentlessly. The dwarf gave the ape the bananas, and gave Krom a thumbs up. Kooky brought over a piece of the Sawsbuck, and Krom nodded.
He ate the meat, and hummed. "Not bad. Could use some salt." He said, and Kooky laughed. Krom looked to Burgundy. "It's over. Sawsbuck is lunch, Stoutland is a coat, Chandelure and Haxorus are dead, and Samurott and Darmanitan are turncoats. That's all six of your Pokémon." He said, mouth full of Sawsbuck. Krom was declared the winner, and won the tournament. However, before Krom could claim his trophy and rights, he heard a yell. He turned to see Georgia, one of Iris Ketchum's rivals. He frowned.
"Thanks to Ash's law, I can challenge anyone who isn't an Elite Four and the Champion. So, I challenge you for the title of Champion of Sinnoh, and for the right to challenge the Unovan Elite Four." She said, grinning and pointing at Krom. Krom hummed, smiling. "Of course. It is quite late, so why don't we wait until tomorrow? Please, enjoy the Sawsbuck." He said, and she frowned. Krom was off to speak to Simba, and retrieve a few Pokémon from the ranch. But first, his mate's vest.
Krom debated on how to go about ending Burgundy. Could he really just kill her? Wouldn't that be rude? He shrugged, looking to the dwarf. "What do you think? Do we make it swift and quick, or slow and ironic?" he asked. The dwarf shrugged. Krom thought about it. "Maybe, because she's constantly speaking in french, we should drown her in butter." He said, and the dwarf shook his head. Krom hummed. "I know. We drown her in wine o give her skin a burgundy shade, and then use berries to stain her skin after we pull her out. And, she'll smell like grapes." He said. The dwarf hummed, then gave Krom a thumbs up. Hinata laughed. "How are you getting the wine?" she asked, and Krom blinked.
Burgundy walked into her room and sighed. She looked to her small nightstand, which still had the bottle of wine she took out on it. She walked over, grabbing the bottle. She tipped it to her lips, and Krom exploded from the shadows. He held the bottle to her lips, shoving it down her throat. She coughed and sputtered, gasping for breath. Krom growled. "Damnit. Just choke on the damn shit already." He growled, holding her as she slowly dropped to the ground. He held her by her hair, and the bottle in her mouth as she slowly succumbed to the fact that she was dead. She faded, and Krom sighed, pulling eh bottle away. He wiped off the bottle, humming all the while. He then tipped the bottle to his lips, coughing at the foul taste.
"I fucking hate wine." He said, throwing the bottle at the wall. It shattered, and Krom hummed. He dragged her unconscious body back to his room, dropping her in front of the dwarf. Hinata laughed. "So much for drowning her." She said. Krom folded his arms. "I did. Just on a smaller scale." He said, watching the dwarf begin to work, five massive barrels of mead empty off to the size. Hinata chuckled. "Why would a Frosslass Halfling want a vest made from human skin?" She asked. Krom shrugged. "Beats me. Simba would likely say it's to advocate the human race, and Ishron would say humans deserve it. I just kill people, I don't think about why Homika wants a vest out of her." He said, watching the dwarf shave her head bald.
The next morning, Homika hummed at the vest. It was a lot better than she though, and it was even purple. She sat down, and Simba laughed. "You know, it would be better if the Burgundy-Skin vest was burgundy instead?" he asked. She shrugged. "I couldn't care. I just wanted to wear her skin. I could never stand her. She was so loud, obnoxious, french, and pathetic. And now look where it got her." She said, spreading her arms. Simba laughed. "As always, advocating the maser race." He said. She snickered. "No clue what you are talking about." She said. Simba laughed. "Right."
Krom looked across the field from his opponent. He knew enough about her. She didn't consider a loss a loss if she didn't lose to a dragon Pokémon. So, Krom made sure she'd see it as a loss. She sent out her first Pokémon, a Vanilluxe, and Warriorf placed a hand on Krom's shoulder, reaching up of course. He walked forward, his hammer left in the room. The dwarf sighed, waiting for the battle to officially begin.
Bob and Steve licked their fingers, humming. "Yes folks, that Sawsbuck was absolutely delicious. The honey Barbecue sauce was amazing." Bob said. Steve nodded. "I agree. I particularly love the Bouffalant wing sauce." He said. Bob laughed. "Krom Hitoawa has amazing Pokémon. I would visit a restaurant run by those Pawniard every day." He said. Steve hummed in agreement. "But of course. And just imagine what he could do with something like a Wailord." Bob laughed. "I agree. Infact, Krom was kind enough to gift us with ten pounds of fried Wailord, and I must say, it looks fantastic!" he cheered. Steve laughed. "Of course. With the Striaton Café abandoned, I think Krom should buy it and put his Pawniard in there." He said. Krom hummed, taking that seriously.