Here we go ! Final Round !
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A few hours later was the final. Everyone was flawless for the event: Sabrina and her mother had both a beautiful shiny purple dress, Giovanni had his best red Armani suit, Metal's armor was polished. Le Français had combed his hair and shaved properly. He had a green suit with medals and a beret.
« Ladies and gentlemen, now is the main event: the final fight of that tournament, between two colossus: on my left, from Fuschia City, he's 52 years old, he came in our country five years ago, and is now an authority in combat pokemons. Ladies and gentlemen, an ovation for the one everyone knows as « Le Français », Colonel Tony S. Forestier ! And his pokemon, the great champion, the four-armed behemoth, Presse-Purée !
On my right, from Cinnabar Island, she's 15 years old, she began training two years ago, she's a real talent, maybe a future champion. Ladies and gentlemen, an ovation for Sabrina McPherson ! And her pokemon, the one who created the surprise of that tournament, he's a combo master, tall, with a look that kills, ladies and gentlemen, Mewtwo !
Competitors, let's get ready to rumble ! »
They came at the center of the ring, waiting for the start. Mewtwo asked the Machamp not to take it easy: he wanted a real combat.
« Fight ! »
Mewtwo threw a serie of jabs in the stomach, without effect. Presse-Purée put him down with a double-axe handle. As the clone got up, he threw another double-axe handle. Then he grabbed him and Irish whipped him to the turnbuckle. He took a run-up and threw a knee smash. Mewtwo was out of the match: he didn't know where he was. But the Machamp continued with a Suplex that laid him on the ground. An elbow drop from the turnbuckle. A leg drop to the face. Mewtwo ate an impressive quantity of damages, but he was too groggy to reply. At a moment, he felt Presse-Purée lifting him over his shoulders: the wrestler pokemon dropped him in the audience, out of the ring. Mewtwo felt slaps on his cheeks, and people were telling him to wake up.
He suddenly felt some kind of electroshock, and he got up: he remembered where he was, and he even regained a few energy. He had inconsciously used the Recover technique. He ran back to the ring and teased Machamp. The wrestler tried to hit him, but he saw the punch coming, he bent down and used an Ultima-Punch combo to the abdomen. Presse-Purée was weakened, and Mewtwo, with an unknown energy, grabbed him in a fireman's carry and dropped him off the ring !
The crowd was hysteric as Mewtwo jumped off to finish his opponent: he threw a roundhouse kick to the face, and another one, but Presse-Purée grabbed the third one, lifted the clone and smashed him on ground. The shock broke the floor, and they both landed in the machine room, under the arena. Machamp grabbed Mewtwo and made him « visit » the backstage, smashing him on everything: walls, machines, counters or doors, that exploded almost immediately, of the shock.
In the arena, everyone was worried: They couldn't see the fighters anymore, all they could distinguish was the noise of another crash…
In the control room, the technicians were smoking while listening a Fuel's song and watching the monitors that displayed images of the ring.
"Those two are really impressive, said one of them. I've never seen a rumble like that before !"
"Yeah, too bad we won't see how it'll end. Next time we should put cameras in the backstage."
"You're right. We're missing the show."
At this precise moment, the door exploded, destroyed by a giant gray, purple and blue ball. Mewtwo and Presse-Purée were so gripped to each other that it was hard to see who was who. They landed in the middle of the room, and the Machamp lifted his foe with his upper arms and threw him to a monitor. The technicians went to take refuge in a corner of the room. Mewtwo got up and hit his opponent in the face with large hook punches. Presse-Purée tried a double-axe smash, but the clone dodged it by falling in a great leg spread Van Damme would be jealous of. From there, he could throw an uppercut in the… well, below the belt. Machamp bent in pain, and Mewtwo stood up with a frogman kick that threw the wrestler away.
Presse-Purée stood up awkwardly. He didn't understand what was happening: Mewtwo was standing in front of him, on guard, and his pupils had turned from black to shiny blue. The clone rushed to him to try a tackle, the Machamp pushed him back to a cupboard, but he rebounded against it, flew over Machamp to rebound against the opposite wall, and kicked his enemy in the chest.The powerful strike made Presse-Purée land against the cupboard heavily. He tried to stand straight, but got a flying kick in the temple. He then saw Mewtwo's punch coming. He parried it but got another one in the stomach, followed by a somersault kick in the jaw. This literally ejected him against a string of monitors. Mewtwo finished the work with high-speed punch combos in the face and the abdomen.
But the great Presse-Purée hadn't said his last word, and after having gathered all his strength remaining, he blocked a punch, tossed Mewtwo down, and used an awesome combo: a Northern-Light Suplex, followed by a Chokeslam against a wall, a Vital Throw, a Cross Chop, a Seismic Toss, and to finish, a Giant Swing that threw Mewtwo through a wall to the locker room.
The clone was out, bleeding like a swine. He couldn't do anything but crawling. His mind was in a fog. But he had a strange feeling rushing inside his brain…
The Machamp was now scared: Mewtwo was on his knees, staring at him with shiny blue eyes. Then, the wrestler's vision got blurred, and he felt a great pain in his brain.
None of the two fighters realized it, but Mewtwo was using the destructive Psycho attack…
In the audience, everyone was panicked when they saw a large piece of wall exploding, revealing the Machamp who flew and crashed on the ring. The referee checked: Presse-Purée was KO. Mewtwo appeared and crawled out of the big hole. Metal and Sabrina came to help him.
"Wh… What happened ?"
"You won, bro ! You did it ! You knocked him out !"
"How did I do ?"
"What, you don't remember ?"
"No, I remember we were fighting in the control room, then I felt as if I was in a fog, and when I woke up, I was in a locker room and there were big holes everywhere."
Metal was thoughtful. Could it be a psychic attack ? Could a psychic attack have triggered while he was groggy ? He felt astonished and proud at the same time: Mewtwo had finally found his secret power.
Both fighters were taken to the Center to get back a normal look. Presse-Purée was in the fog, like a zombi, but it would disappear in a few days. Mewtwo was seriously injured: his legs were paralyzed. He would have to use a wheelchair until his regeneration.
After that, they went back to the arena for the ceremony: Sabrina got the Marsh Badge, Mewtwo got the champion's gold belt, and Tony and Presse-Purée got the second best's medals. Their pictures appeared all around the country.
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Okay, I hope you've liked it. At the beginning, the fight was shorter than that, but I've seen Street Fighter II and it made me want to completely remake it. I admin it's a great cartoon, Ryu rocks !
So Mewtwo is injured. Next chapter will be about his regeneration. I've gotta admin that I don't really like the three nextchapters, I don't think they're really interesting, but I need them to build an intrigue and introduce the main "bad guy" of the story. So you'll have to bear with it, sorry !
