Thanks for the corrections Mia.
I hear what some humans say.
How I'm being forced to fight. How I'm nothing but a slave for others amusement.
That my 'master' has no feelings at all for me. Ha~! I do live to fight.
I wait for each battle with hungry anticipation. I'm eager to draw blood,
to draw pain, to see that look of pleading for mercy in my opponent's eyes.
Why do I prefer these to the ones in the wild you might ask? The same way
you prefer water coming out of your tap than out of a stream. Before, I
had to search for opponents, now they come to me, or I'm taken to them,
same difference. And plus I'm provided three meals a day. All there
is, is the battle. And that's just fine and dandy with me!
You have no idea the pleasure
of leveling up. To have your strength increases to the point where those
whose type advantage spelled your doom, now only one more punching page.
Why do I obey a human you ask now? I may be strong, but I'm not thick headed.
Weather you believe it or not, he was a prizefighter before an injury forced
him to retire. (He often spills out his guts when I'm practicing.) The
fighting style he used wasn't all that different from mine. And I was still
inexperienced when he took me in; I took advantage of his superior experience.
Given the fact most of my
opponents end up in the emergency room, I'd say I'm pretty right in that
course of action. He proved that having an extra set of eyes didn't hurt
either, I threw an ice punch at one enemy, he jumped clear over my head,
I was more than surprised, I hadn't seen one do that before, he screamed
'Above' I have just enough notice to avoid that downward kick that was
aimed right for my skull. If I died in a battle, I don't think I
could blame him. After all, if he made a bad call, then I was stupid enough
to obey it, or if make a move on my own; I was stupid enough to ignore
him. As the fighter, it's my job to decide if his call is the right one.
So what if he gets credit? What would I do with it anyway? All I know is
that I'm offered an endless stream of opponents. Endless battles. And I
live to fight, because that is what I am. It's as much a part of me as
a charizard's tail flame. After all, there's a reason why they call my
kind the Punching Demon. He orders me to use my stronger attack on
a pokemon in the red zone. I comply. I prefer to end my fights on a high
note. It's over; my enemy falls over, fainted. I resist the urge to attack
him more, because I know he won't fight back, there's no rush if they can't
fight back. Maybe that's why I prefer when I'm at disadvantage, all it
does is make the fight all that more exciting for me. And fighting, in
spite of what some humans have come under the misconception of, IS my life.
"Battle Over!
The winner is Hitmonchan!"
Flames, comments, suggetions, and occasional constructive crititizem all welcome.
