While Machoke had won his way to the Olympics by default, his friends were not so lucky as they did have to go through all three rounds. But this was okay because they had actually managed to do a good job, all of them making it to the final round. However, Smeargle had actually lost the first round of the Grenoble tournament and did not even get a chance to fight Gardevoir, something he was actually hoping he would get a chance to do.

Luckily, thanks to her new power and the fact that she could come up with good strategies on her own now, Gardevoir had made it to the finals and was currently facing off against a blue mouse with her ears and body perfectly round. She also had a blue sphere on the end of her tail, which resembled a squiggly line. Her name was Marill.

Currently, Gardevoir was having a tough time as Marill swung her tail at her, using her sphere as a weapon while the girl simply held up her arms to block the onslaught. However, her arms were starting to bruise as a woman in the announcer's booth stated, "This is looking quite terrible for Mademoiselle Gardevoir as Marill has her backed into a corner."

"Just give it up," Marill said with a smirk, "You may have defeated a few opponents in your time, but none of them were a match for me," Smeargle shouting, "DON'T LISTEN TO HER, MON AMIS!"

Gardevoir turned toward the bleachers where the beagle had a front row seat, Smeargle adding, "I've seen your matches on TV and Marill is nothing compared to Monsieur Scrafty!" Gardevoir nodding and squeaking, "He's right!"

With that in mind, the girl saw an easy way to exploit Marill's attack and grabbed hold of her tail the next time it came around, the rodent's eyes widening as Gardevoir proceeded to hurl her into the turnbuckle. However, Marill ignored the pain and stood on her tail with a smirk on her face, using the sphere like a bouncing ball and propelling herself high above the mat and over Gardevoir's head.

"BOUNCING AQUA TAIL!" she spat, a blue aura surrounding her tail as she spun around, aiming the very part toward Gardevoir's head. However, the girl simply stepped to the side, easily avoiding the attack as Marill cried out in pain, the mouse having actually damaged her tail from the collision, said part now turning red on the spot that had hit the mat.

Gardevoir took full advantage of this as she grabbed Marill by her tail again, this time hurling her into the air and leaping up before grabbing onto her, flipping her upside-down and shouting, "METEOR BOMB!" sending the mouse's head hard into the mat with her upper body high enough not to make contact with the mat until the move was over.

Marill lay unconscious, her eyes swirling as the bell was rung, the announcer exclaiming, "And the champion of the Grenoble elimination tournament is Mademoiselle Gardevoir!" the crowd going wild as the girl waved her hands in the air, jumping up and down while squealing with excitement. This was one of the greatest moments of her life.

It seemed his last victory had given him a bit of an edge now as Gallade had managed to fight his way to the finals of the Bourges tournament. Currently he was fighting a pink squirrel with nostrils but no nose or even visible ears for that matter, curved yellow lines on his belly and a long tongue that he simply could not keep in his mouth. His name was Lickitung.

Gallade tried hitting him only for the squirrel to rub his slimy tongue along his skin every time, the boy wincing and groaning, "THAT'S DISGUSTING!" backing up as the squirrel smirked, saying, "You should not fear the tongue, boy. It'll make things much more difficult for you."

Gallade fumed and attempted to strike the squirrel only for the tongue to come at him again, the boy hesitating as Lickitung balled it up into a fist and sent it into the boy's face. After that, he wrapped his tongue around him, shouting, "TONGUE BIND!" holding the boy in place and applying lots of pressure while the crowd stared in horror.

However, Gallade knew he had to win this match at all cost. If he failed, he could not compete in the Olympics and he had promised that he would qualify along with his sister, so he could not afford failure.

With that in mind, the boy took a deep breath and shifted his arms against the tongue, the squirrel's eyes widening as he released his hold on the boy, crying out in pain as Gallade had used his arm blades to put two light cuts on his tongue. With Lickitung now distracted, Gallade stood on his tip-toes and spun toward him, shouting, "SWORDS DANCE!"

Lickitung cried out in agony as Gallade spun into him, scraping him with his arm blades multiple times. The crowd went wild as the squirrel passed out, the bell ringing as a male announcer exclaimed, "And our champion of the Bourges elimination tournament is Monsieur Gallade!" Gallade taking a deep breath before holding out his hand.

Lickitung slowly regained consciousness when he noticed this, his eyes sparkling as Gallade said, "That was a great match. Maybe we can face each-other again someday," Lickitung letting down a light tear and sniffing, "You're a really nice guy," the squirrel then licking the boy's face as he groaned, trying his best to ignore the moisture covering his face.

Blaziken was in the midst of a match against a white horse with a mane made entirely out of fire named Rapidash. Both were trading off punches right now as a male announcer exclaimed, "HOO-WHEE! This is truly something, folks! These two don't let up for a second!" the two leaping away from one-another after a few punches and breathing heavily.

"I gotta hand it to you, Blaziken," Rapidash said with a smirk, "You got some skills!" the chicken smirking and replying, "I'm flattered, but you're not my type," the horse shaking his head and saying, "You won't be joking when I'm finished!"

The horse then proceeded to bend down, his mane touching his horn as it burst into flame. After that, he proceeded to gallop toward Blaziken despite only having two feet to do it with and shouting, "HORN FROM HELL!"

Blaziken saw this coming a mile away as she waited for him to get close, dodging to the side when the moment came and wrapped her arms around his neck. Rapidash's eyes went wide as he tried to struggle free, Blaziken tightening her hold. Rapidash desperately resorted to ramming his chin against the mat in some vain attempt to shake himself loose but this only ended up causing him more pain.

With that, the chicken charged toward the turnbuckle, everyone cheering as the announcer exclaimed, "YEE-HAW, LOOK AT BLAZIKEN TAKE FULL CONTROL OF THAT BUCKING BRONCO!" Rapidash's face soon rammed hard into the pole, Blaziken shifting his body around and climbing onto his back.

Afterwards, the chicken proceeded to propel herself above his head shouting, "BLAZE KICK!" her feet catching flame as she rammed them into the back of his neck. The horse's eyes widened as he fell forward, his chin slamming against the mat as he was out cold, the bell ringing while the crowd cheered even louder, those with cowboy hats in the crowd waving them around above their heads while whistling in admiration.

"And on that note, we now have a new representative of America, the Texas tournament champion, Blaziken!" the announcer exclaimed as Blaziken rose one fist in the air, a big smirk on her face as she said, "Ain't nobody messing with the Texas Phoenix!"

In Paris, Florges was charging toward her opponent, a blue frog with a spherical body, a big swirl on his chest and a pair of white boxing gloves named Poliwhirl. He looked as if he had already taken in a pretty big beating earlier as Florges had petals surrounding her body, the girl gracefully spinning on her tip-toes before sending her palm into his face, saying, "Pedal blizzard."

The pedals around her body travelled toward her wrist, flying out and covering Poliwhirl in cuts as he groaned in pain, falling hard on his back. The bell was rung as Florges was declared the winner, the crowd going wild.

Meanwhile, in Berlin, Scyther was facing off against grey rhino named Rhydon. He had the insect's arms trapped in place while his horn spun like a drill, the rhino shouting, "HORN DRILL!"

But just as he was about to run it into her chest, Scizor, who was standing on the sidelines, snapped, "NOW, SCYTHER!" Scyther nodding and released her arm blades, Rhydon crying out in pain and releasing his hold on her, his hands now bleeding.

Scyther took full advantage of this by shouting, "ARM SCHWERT!" sending each blade sideways, her right one going downward at a left angle and her left one going upward at a right angle. Two big gashes formed on Rhydon's chest as he cried out in pain, falling hard on his back while the bell was rung, Scyther's victory official while the crowd cheered.

In Elgin, Heracross was facing off against a slim terrier with brown fur on his body and most of his head. White fur went across the middle of his face, spreading out to form a moustache on the bottom while along his back was blue fur in the form of a cape. His name was Herdier.

Currently he was clinging to the beetle and biting into his shoulder only for Heracross to ignore the pain, placing a firm grip on the dog's arms and smirking. After that, he reeled his head back and rammed his horn hard into Herdier's face before leaning down and shouting, "HORN SHOVEL!" scooping the dog up with his horn and hurling him high above the ring.

After that, he leapt up above the dog's level and spat, "MEGAHORN!" his horn glowing as he sent it hard into the dog's belly. Herdier coughed up blood and fell hard against the mat, out cold as the bell was rung, the crowd going wild as Heracross' victory was announced.

In Cairo, Lopunny was facing off against a white cat with a red gemstone on her forehead named Persian. The cat was swiping her claws at Lopunny, hissing, "FURY SWIPES!" only for the rabbit to easily block them with her ears, ignoring the pain the claws were dealing to them.

When she saw an opening, she used her ears to hold herself up before sending her feet hard into the cat's gut, leaving her weak before before using her ears to send the cat high above the ring. After that, she bounced up to Persian's height before wrapping her ears around her ankles and flipping herself over so both their heads were facing the mat. Lopunny then proceeded to spin around, shouting, "BUNNY TORNADO!" sending Persian's head hard into the canvas while the crowd went wild.

There was no doubt about it. Lopunny had won, the rabbit squealing excitedly and bouncing up and down with her hands in the air.

All the while, Scrafty had used his High Jump Kick to defeat his opponent, a blue seal with a big white moustache named Sealeo. Needless to say, he was happy to be representing Poland in the Olympics.

Bisharp was currently up against a tall dragon with yellow scales that resembled armour covering all but his chest area and the fronts of his legs, which were black. He had two big axe heads on the sides of his face and his name was Haxorus.

Both looked like they had partaken in quite an intense match as they were breathing heavily, both covered in wounds. Bisharp took a deep breath and said, "Sir Haxorus, this next move shall decide whether or not the knight or the dragon shall walk out of this fight," Haxorus bowing his head and replying, "It has been quite the honour facing you, but I assure you, the dragon will win the day in this story."

With that, Haxorus charged toward the knight while shouting, "GUILLOTINE JAW!" his axe head aimed at his side as Bisharp spat, "WRIST SWORD!" racing toward the dragon with his wrist spike at the ready.

Both streaked by one-another, their sharp body parts clashing as the two stopped in their tracks. Haxorus coughed up blood and passed out as his cheek was cut open by the attack, a small cut forming on Bisharp's shoulder.

The crowd went wild as the bell was rung, a female announcer exclaiming, "And it would seem that once again, the knight dominates the dragon! Though rather than winning a fair princess, this one has won the right to compete in the Hero Olympics!" Bisharp bowing his head to Haxorus and saying, "It was an honour to have you as my final opponent."

All the while, Lucario was facing a mole with tribal markings on the side of his white face. The rest of his body looked more like a costume made of black fur with red markings on it. Each of his arms had long blade-like claws with the middle ones having saw-like formations on top. He had a horn similar in design but much bigger protruding from his forehead. His name was Excadrill.

It looked like Lucario was actually having quite a bit of trouble taking this guy as he was repeatedly striking the dog with his claws. When Lucario looked very weak, the mole proceeded to run backwards toward the ropes, shouting, "Well, Lucario, you fought the good fight, but you're going to lose today!" the mole then propelling himself off of the ropes and spinning toward him with his claws pointed out, his body looking more like a drill as he exclaimed, "DRILL RUN!"

However, when the horn and claws hit Lucario hard, the dog ignored the pain and wrapped his arms around the mole. Sure, blood was now flying from them but the dog continued to ignore the pain as Excadrill eventually stopped spinning, his eyes going wide as Lucario flipped him over and rammed his skull hard into the mat.

After that, the dog proceeded to lift Excadrill up, pressing his back up against his spike and leaning backward, locking the mole's arms in place and shouting, "LONDON BRIDGE!" the mole crying out in pain as he spat, "ALRIGHT, I GIVE UP!"

The dog took a deep breath and released his hold on Excadrill, the bell ringing while the crowd cheered, Lucario smirking and raising his arm in the air. Sure, he was bleeding all over thanks to Excadrill's brutal attacks, but he refused to let this get him down.

All the while, Clauncher was up against what appeared to be three brown moles with cylindrical bodies, rounded heads, beady black eyes and pink egg-shaped noses. The reason this was not illegal, though, was because these three moles were actually the heads of a single opponent named Dugtrio. In fact, they had been given a hard dirt ring to fight in due to the fact that, for whatever reason, they were not allowed to reveal their actual body to the world if they could help it.

Since Clauncher was strong enough not to need to lift her opponent up, this was hardly an issue for her as she leapt at the triplets, shouting, "CRABHAMMER!" her claw expanding in size as she rammed it hard into the middle one's skull.

However, the other two refused to let this go as they spat, "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" shifting themselves back and forth while barking, "MUD BOMB!"

This caused large clods of dirt to shoot up and buffet Clauncher repeatedly. However, after a few hits, the lobster ignored this and held her claws in front of her face, blocking the rest.

She then proceeded to leap in front of the moles, taking hold of the middle one and saying, "I know there's some law with your people forbidding you from rising up out of the ground, but there's nothing against someone else forcing you out, right?" the moles letting down nervous sweat as all three heads shook in response.

"Good, because I'd feel bad if I broke the law right now," Clauncher replied with a big smile before trying to lift the middle head up.

The crowd gasped as despite her small size, Clauncher had managed to pry the mole out of the ground, revealing a big muscular torso, much like that of a muscle-bound human. She then leaned backward, slamming all three heads hard against the dirt with a brainbuster, their eyes spinning as they passed out, Clauncher allowing their body to hit the mat hard.

The bell rang as a woman exclaimed, "And with an incredible display of strength, Clauncher has not only exposed Dugtrio's body but has even managed to win the match!" the crowd going wild as the lobster held her arms high into the air.

Hitmontop had managed to defeat a red orangutan with eyebrows like flames aptly named Darmanitan with her Triple Kick. Though judging by the number of wounds on her, it looked like a very close shave. Even so, that did not stop her from raising her arms in triumph, a big open-mouth smile on her face as she just knew the winners of the other tournaments would be two of her siblings.

And as it turned out, both Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan had made it to the finals, Hitmonchan's Mach Punch clashing against Hitmonlee's Mega Kick. After a lot of effort, Hitmonchan had managed to overpower her brother and send him flying into the turnbuckle, the boy out for ten seconds exactly as the bell rang.

Hitmonchan took a deep breath and walked over to Hitmonlee, kneeling down and asking, "You okay?" the boy nodding and replying, "Yeah, I'll be fine," the two shaking hands as the boy added, "Kick ass in the Olympics for me, alright?" the sister nodding her head as the crowd cheered.

All the while, the announcer let down tears, sniffing, "That is just so touching! Even after fighting in the tournament finals, their love for each other can never fade! That is the power of family, folks!" the man releasing waterfalls from his eyes.

And just as Hitmontop had expected, Tyrogue managed to defeat his opponent as well. This fighter was an eel with arms, legs and sharp jaws around her hose-like mouth named Eelektross. Tyrogue had knocked her out with his Triple Fighting Style Barrage.

When the bell rang and the crowd cheered, the boy took a deep breath and thought, 'Well, guys, I made it and I just know you did as well,' a confident smile on his face. And he would be even happier to know that Dodrio had defeated their opponent, a yellow gila monster with a black head named Heliolisk with their Fury Attack, all three heads letting out fierce battle cries while the crowd went wild.

But of course, one match just about everyone was hoping would happen was a match between Throh and Sawk in the Osaka tournament, and as fate would have it, both were going head-to-head in the finals. The two had been fighting for some time, neither letting up despite both of them having a bond stronger than that of other brothers in the world.

Sawk had sent two karate chops toward Throh's shoulders only for the boy to grab his wrists, twisting them as the blue fighter cried out in pain. After that, Throh proceeded to grab him by the shoulders and roll backward, planting his foot against Sawk's gut and kicking him off of him, the boy flying behind him.

However, just as Sawk's head was about to hit the mat, he stretched out his arms just in time for them to hit the canvas, allowing the blue boy to propel himself upward and onto his feet. Clearly, both were giving it their all.

However, just as Sawk was about to prepare a retaliation, his eyes widened when he noticed Throh headed toward him. The blue boy simply dodged to the side only for the red fighter to grab him by his collar, lifting him up and slapping him hard against the mat with a chokeslam.

The crowd went wild as the announcer stated, "Wow! After a miraculous save, Sawk still ends up falling victim to his brother's powerful chokeslam! Let's see how he gets out of this!"

Throh lifted up Sawk and was just about to finish him off when Sawk smirked, saying, "Don't count me out just yet, brother," before sending a knee kick to his gut, Throh wincing and loosening his hold.

With that, Sawk, proceeded to send an onslaught of palm punches to his face while shouting, "CLOSE COMBAT!"

After taking in a few hits to the face, Throh eventually saw through his pattern and grabbed his wrists and applied a large amount of force to lift him up, swinging him around while shouting, "STORM THROW!" soon tossing the now dizzy blue fighter sideways, slamming him head-first into the canvas as he skidded into the turnbuckle.

The crowd cheered wildly for Throh as he took a deep breath, saying, "Sorry, Sawk, but I simply did what needed to be done," his eyes wide with shock when Sawk managed to recover, shaking the pain off of his head and saying, "Again, don't me out, Throh."

With that, Sawk raced toward the red fighter who readied his hands for another counterattack. However, Sawk was ready this time as he swerved to the right, sending a two-handed karate chop into the red boy's neck, shouting, "BRICK BREAK!"

Throh's eyes went wide as he fell on his side, lying on the mat for ten seconds as the bell rang, the announcer exclaiming, "And the winner and champion of the Osaka tournament is Sawk!" the audience going wild as Sawk knelt down, helping his brother up as Throh took a deep breath, saying, "Well, I guess we know who the better brother is."

"Don't say that," Sawk remarked, shaking his head, "It was a very close match. I feel lucky to have beaten you with that," Throh chuckling as the two slapped their palms together, Throh saying, "Give them Hell, Sawk!" Sawk nodding his head with a confident smile on his face.

And soon enough, every tournament in the world had been completed and the participants had been chosen, three representing each country. This was certainly an exciting time for everyone and the world could not wait for the Olympics themselves to begin.

After all the competitors were confirmed, a broadcast was shown all across the world as Beedrill stated, "Well, this is it, folks! Our champions have finally been chosen as has a location for the Hero Olympics themselves! Now, for those unaware, the very first Hero Olympics were held in Tokyo, and let's just say there's a reason I chose to be the host of the Tokyo elimination tournament!"

Weedle nodded and stated, "That's right, it wasn't just because Tokyo is such a nice place but because we have decided to hold the Hero Olympics in that very city! Preparations will take a while to set up, so the competitors will all have two weeks to prepare themselves! Once again, planes, boats, buses, trains, any mode of transportation you choose has been reserved for the competitors! All you have to do is flash your ID and you get a free ride!"

Machoke heard this and grinned, exclaiming, "Sweet, I don't have to go anywhere!" Aipom nodding and replying, "I'm actually kind of surprised. Like he said, it's been a really long time since Tokyo was chosen as the location for the Olympics."

Even so, there was no doubt he would be ready for this, but most of all, the boy was stoked to finally see his friends again. After all, they had been gone for quite a while and he had certainly missed them but he was also happy to have seen them win their matches on TV.