Hello everyone! This time we have a battle along with the fluff! Enjoy!

Drabble 4: Jujitsu

Marshal was having a Brazilian Jujitsu match with his Throh. He and the red-skinned Pokemon rolled and tossed each other around the mats in his battle room. Each was trying to put the other in a lock that caused so much pain that the other would half to tap their hand on the floor for mercy.

"Come on Marshall! You can do it!" Shauntal yelled from the lowest seat in the stands, right on the edge of the arena. Her legs nervously jiggled in her seat.

Her voice gave him confidence as he and the Throh circled, arms held wide as if they both wanted to hug. Marshal lunged forward on one knee grabbed Throh's legs, trying to yank them out from under him. In response, the barrel-bodied pokemon fell on top of him, wrapping an arm around his neck in a classic guillotine.

"Get your head out of there!" she squalled, jumping ot her feet. "He's trying to choke you!"

Oh really? Marshal thought, frustrated. Never would've figured that out. He used the textbook defense, tucking in his chin tight to his chest and slowly slipping his head out. Throh stood up again and so did he.

"Get him Marshal!" Shauntal shouted, not only slightly less panicky. "Push him down or grab him... or something."

"You're not helping, Shauntal!" Marshal said patiently as he locked arms with his Pokemon. Thro was shorter, heavier and had a lower center of gravity. It had an advantage in this position, which it proved by stepping around Marshal's front leg and shoving him with a powerful shoulder, so that he tripped over Throh's leg.

"Oh... I'm sorry!" Shauntal yelled guiltily as her boyfriend fell on his back and his Throh climbed on top of him. Marshal had to wrap his legs around the Pokemon's huge girth to keep it from fully mounting him. "Just keep trying! I know you can win! You're toughest, bravest boyfriend ever!"

That was just what Marshal needed to hear. With newfound strength, he lifted his trunk up and grabbed one of Throh's arms. He pulled it down and then unlocked his legs, quickly re-wrapping one over the back of Throh's thick neck and curling the other down over his own ankle. This trapped the Pokemon's neck between his legs its right arm and his legs, a perfect triangle choke.

"You've got him now!" Shauntal screamed. "Finish it. Choke him!"

Marshal squeezed his curled leg tighter and tighter, closing the gap around Throh's neck, cutting off the blood flow to its brain. As he expected, the red Pokemon was too proud to tap out. It struggled and writhed and turned blue as a Sawk until it went limp and passed out. Marshal backrolled nimbly and leaped to his feet, glad of his victory. He took out a Pokeball and returned his valiant Throh, just as Shauntal ran up and glomped him. he gave an oof of surprise as they toppled to the mats.

"You were great!" She said, kissing him all over the face. "I knew you'd win!"

"Yeah, thanks for believing in me," Marshal said, hugging her. "I'm always happy to show you the different styles I know for your books, but please don't try to give me advice. You don't know what you're talking about and it distracts me."

The purple haired girl's eyes looked down. "Sorry," she said glumly. "I just…I don't like seeing you get hurt…A-And not being able to doing anything about it. Like…Like with N…"

"No, I'm sorry," Marshal, said, suddenly remorseful. "You were just trying to help."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Shauntal replied, still feeling guilty.

"I'm so sorry," Marshall replied.

"I'm so sorry," said Shauntal, smiling now.

"I'm so sorry," Marshal repeated, grinning as well.

"I'm so-"

"We get it!" Grimsley yelled from the door below the stadium. "You're both sorry! Now stop cooing before I throw up! It echoes, you know!"

"I'm so sorry," Shauntal continued, still smiling.

"I'm so sorry."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

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