In an arena that was currently airing the battle of the century, or to correctly say, the pokemon battles of the century; An extraterrestrial lifeform came down to Earth, and said lifeform wasn't what the people and certain other 'creatures' of Earth expected.
A Machamp is grabbed around the waist from behind, before the pokemon could pry the offending limbs off, the person behind Machamp picked him up and performed a German Suplex. The ground shuddered from the impact, and as the dust settled, Machamp's eyes swirled as a sign of a KO.
A massive Coliseum space ship had landed in Kanto, Governments and the Leagues around the world were on full crowd control to quell any worries until they could ascertain the situation. It was when an Extraterrestrial had broadcasted to all channels across the globe of his intent, a galaxy roaming champion of sorts that has been scouring the universe for a worthy challenge.
Rasslor, the undisputed champion of the milky way
Cameras flashed as the Blue skinned extraterrestrial leapt from one of the ropes and descended upon a downed Hitmonchan, said pokemon was struggling to come back to his senses as his trainer cheered for him to get up.
With his arm out, Rasslor elbow dropped into Hitmonchan with a loud crack of the wrestling ring being broken down after many challenges and battles. As Rasslor got back up and brushed his hands off, Hitmonchan struggled to pick himself up, only to collapse back down in defeat.
The White haired extraterrestrial crossed his arms as the referee called the match, Rasslor stared down at Hitmonchan with an approving gaze. "Your punches are quick, your jabs are powerful; let it be known, Rasslor admires this one's dedication to the art of punches!"
With the unfortunate fact that nobody could cut the feed or censor the broadcast, everyone watched with bated breath as a blue skinned extraterrestrial with a white flowing mane of hair came into the picture. He had his arms crossed, his luchador mask concealed his actual face as he gave the world a broadcast that no one could ever forget.
The extraterrestrial began performing various flexs as he declared his challenge to the pokemon world, "Champions of Earth, bring forth with your champions, your best, your most powerful, your best of the best." He announced with a hard finish on his 'Ts'.
The Wrestling arena trembled as Rasslor clasped his hands against a Dragonite's own hands as they struggled for dominance, or at least one of them was. Rasslor grinned under his mask as Dragonite opened its maw and unleashed a dragon breath that engulfed Rasslor's head. When the Dragonite finally finished breathing its attack, the pokemon's eyes widened in shock as it was pulled forward by Rasslor.
As it looked down from being thrown up but still within the grips of Rasslor, the smoke covering his head dissipated to show only his mask had a smudge on it. With a heave from Rasslor, he began to swing Dragonite around until the alien Wrestler released the pokemon and allowed it to impact one of the massive pillars that held up the ropes.
While the Dragonite laid on its belly in a daze, its eyes opened up to see a blurry image of Rasslor standing over it before finally fainting.
Rasslor turned to face the crowd with a pose of flexing his muscles, "I applaud the champion trainer of this beasT, never in my life have I faced such a worthy spirited dragon!" He announced, earning a raucous applause from his growing number of fans.
The extraterrestrial Wrestler faced Lance and gave the champion a nod with his arms crossed, "Your skills as a trainer is almost peerless next to mine, but your pokeman need more training."
Lance made an amused smirk as he confronted Rasslor after recalling his Dragonite, "It's pronounced Pokemon."
Many were skeptical of the whole announcement, believing it to be some stunt of an organization; however word had spread fast from Kanto when many citizens had attested to seeing the massive Coliseum spacecraft land in their region, much more so when many had photo and video evidence of the event.
With a loud roar from a Garchomp, and a heave from Rasslor, the extraterrestrial Wrestler had grabbed the pokemon by the two appendages on its head, and pulled the pokemon in for a choke hold. As the Garchomp struggled to get out of the move, Rasslor then exited out of the hold, only to perform a fireman's carry powerslam on a coughing Garchomp that was trying to recover from being put into a choke hold.
As the pokemon blinked its blurry vision back into sight, its eyes widened to see Rasslor had climbed up upon one of the Wrestling ring corner pillars. The pokemon tried to will its strength back up to get out of the way as Rasslor leapt off the column and performed a backwards flip to body slam into the pokemon, the Garchop failed with a loud boom of Rasslor impacting into the pokemon.
News articles were made after the announcement, tickets were sold out for large screening broadcasts. The actual audience that would be able to attend the Wrestling ring Coliseum were randomly selected by the very alien himself, nothing was charged for the attendees, it was up to luck if their names were pulled out from the database of Rasslor's "ticket-tron."
Rasslor stood over Cynthia with an imposing figure, the two shook hands as the Extraterrestrial gave the champion an approving grin. "Your Garchomp was powerful, your Milotic a beauty, I admire the spirit of your Lucario. You are a credit to champions everywhere for your hardwork in training your partners." He applauded the champion of Sinnoh.
Rasslor's declaration was simple: provide him with the planet's greatest champions, or he'd destroy the world. The threat wasn't well received, much less from the government that held power over the regions. Protesters filled the streets, chaos and havoc spread like wildfire; however luckily Rasslor had enough sense to make an addendum to his declaration, he wouldn't destroy the world if the Earth's champions challenged him.
He had to explicitly announce he merely made the threat as a show of force to get everyone off their rears and challenge him seriously, even if no one could beat him, he would not destroy the world; the caveat was that if no one came forth to at least challenge him, the world would be destroyed.
"And don't think I'm not ignorant of your planet's creatures and trainers, bring forth your four elites and champions of every region!" Announced Rasslor with a flair of bravado and pomp in his voice. "Let it be known across this world, you Earthlings shall bear witness to the greatesT show you'll be telling your grandchildren, and their children, and their children's children and so forth!"
Rasslor flexed his muscles into a pose, "OH YEAH!"
From that day forward, the earth did not stand still, it was abuzz with the greatest frenzy of trainers around the world. They would witness every region's champions and elite challenge their pokemon against this fearsome behemoth of an extraterrestrial.
And how does anyone know he's a behemoth of an alien? Rasslor had then taken to making public appearances until the awaited day, the man was quite a character and full of bombastic attitude. The alien practically towered over everyone, and he reveled in the spotlight with poses and flexes.
Some folks and trainers even had the guts to challenge Rasslor, and like the showmanship that he held under his belt, Rasslor made a spectacle of the naive trainers and pokemon. It showed he wasn't kidding of his might, his strength was real, and every match was met with clean victories for the Extraterrestrial Wrestler himself.
Rasslor stood before a tiny pokemon, it was trainerless and it had somehow wormed its way into the Wrestling ring after his victory against Cynthia. One of the referees tried to climb into the ring to get the wild pokemon off the stage, only for Rasslor to deny them. The alien grinned down at the pokemon with mirth.
"And what might you be?" Rasslor questioned the spirited fighting type looking pokemon.
"Tyrogue, tyro! Ro! Rogue, Tyrogue!" The pokemon cried out with a fighting spirit in his eyes, the Tyrogue bounced between his feet as he got into his own stance.
Rasslor grinned at the tiny 'Mon, "Then have at it little one! We shall tussle and grapple as a means to occupy the intermission for the upcoming match afterwards!"
Tyrogue bounded towards the alien Wrestler, Rasslor himself crouched and readied himself as the pokemon made to attack the extraterrestrial. "OH YEAH! COME GET SOME LITTLE ONE!"
What many around the around did not expect next from Rasslor after all the matches were over, the extraterrestrial celestial being took to roaming the lands in search of the supposed legendary pokemon. Rasslor had made it specifically clear that the world would not be destroyed by him, he was provided the matches he craved and the Elites and Champions provided him the fights he desired, and then some.
It was even more strikingly odd that the Tyrogue that challenged the extraterrestrial would be seen following the Champion of the Galaxy, but nobody expected Rasslor to be at the epicenter of every fight against certain individuals and their organizations.
Rasslor stood across from Giovanni with an angered filled gaze, the two stood within Team Rocket's last stronghold at Cinnabar island. The extraterrestrial brought his hand out with his index finger out to point at Giovanni, while he placed his feet into a stance in a showmanship way of force.
"You and your pitiful group are done for little man, no more shall your Team Rocket get in the way of me, and my matches against the legendary pokemon!" Rasslor declared with spittle escaping his lips after every hard 'T'
Giovanni scowled as he stood behind his pokemon, all the while his hands were still in his pockets with one hand holding a last ditch effort for his escape. "And you, you could have simply left it all alone! Gone off to fight elsewhere, but no, you've been a thorn in my side every step of the way!"
Rasslor pulled his hand back that was pointing at Giovanni, and formed a fist with it. "By The Time I'm done with your team and you, I'll be more Than a thorn, I'll be a tree stuck in your backside, a prickly bush of the worst!" The alien Wrestler declared with venom in his voice. "I'll be the nail stuck in your shoe that'll never go away! Prepare yourself, for Rasslor is about to go To throwdown!"
Rasslor grinned excitedly as he faced down a fellow luchador, Masked Royal. The man had a pokemon next to him that had ears in the shape of a 'V', and would occasionally give the victory sign as it cheered the man on.
"Finally, a worthy opponent for the ages!" Rasslor announced as he looked forward approvingly with his arm towards the fellow masked individual, he fingers splayed out in a flair of dramatic effort of power within his hand. "Masked Royal! Do not disappoint me in the arts of masked Wrestling, bring forth your mightiest pokemon!"
The man smiled back as he released his own pokemon, a Hawlucha and an Incineroar. "Let us do battle then!" Mask Royal responded back boisterously.
"Oh yeah!" Rasslor exclaimed and put his fingers into his mouth to make a sharp whistle, from out of the tree tops, A Hitmontop leapt up and spun down, then stood beside Rasslor with rhythm in its form. The alien Wrestler gave Mask Royal a thumbs up, "Let's do this, time for a double team match!"
Rasslor's muscles bulged as he grinned and hefted a Metagross into the Wrestling ring with a loud boom, as the dust cleared from the impact, Metagross was seen dazed and unable to continue fighting. Rasslor faced the crowd and drank in the applause for the match while the Referee called the win, the blue Celestial flexed and posed a bit before facing Steven as he approached the center of the ring to recall his pokemon.
Rasslor placed his fists against his sides as he looked down at Steven with an excited expression, "I salute to your talent in training these steel-like creatures, your partners' prowess of psychic might put my muscles to the test, I commend your talent trainer of steel!"
With his piece said, Rasslor stuck his hand out to shake hands with Steven as part of an honorable match he was given, The champion himself returned the gesture and earned a rounding applause from Rasslor's growing number of fans.
Two massive pokemon atop are being held down by mystic like chains, a human stood before them with an expression of eagerness.
"At last with Palkia and Dailga under my control, I shall remake the universe!" Cyrus declared with a growing smirk.
"Not so fast, puny human!" A recognizable voice yelled out, followed by the sounds of an impact of something heavy landing behind Cyrus.
The Leader of Team Galactic grimaced and turned to face the Celestial Wrestler, "You…" he seethed.
Rasslor stood within a crater of his own making and leapt out of it to stand across from Cyrus, the Alien Wrestler pointed out at the Team Galactic leader in a grandiose fashion. "At last we meet, your schemes of getting in between me and this region's legendaries are over!" The celestial Wrestler declared with a bombastic tone.
As the two traded barbs of disdain against each other, a large distortion portal opened up behind Cyrus with Giratina extending its body out. Rasslor looked up while Cyrus glanced behind him with a smirk before being pulled into the distortion world, Rasslor meanwhile held his palm up at Giratina in a halting gesture.
"Not so fast, Rasslor was about to throw down with that human!" The celestial Wrestler hollered out, only to earn a roar from Giratina as it went back into its world.
Rasslor glowered at the portal with fury, and held up a clenched fist of anger, "No one takes my opponent, and gets away with it!" He exclaimed with fury, before rushing towards the distortion world portal, "I'm about to go supernova on that legendary pokemon!" Rasslor yelled as he leapt into the portal.
"Let's get some!" Rasslor yelled as he disappeared from sight into the distortion world.
With the arena changed to accommodate Wallace's water type pokemon, a large platform was in the middle but Rasslor was nowhere in sight.
The crowd watched in awe as a Wailord breached the surface of the water with Rasslor gripping the bottom of the enormous pokemon, the celestial Wrestler was not the one being carried, he had dived into the water and combatted the pokemon underwater; Rasslor had reached the bottom of the underwater floor to springboard up under Wailord and grab it by its underside, and now he's above the water with the massive pokemon in his grips.
"Come on and dig it!" Rasslor yelled boisterously as he threw Wailord over his head into the large platform at the center, the impact made a resounding boom followed by Rasslor leaping high into the air. With his arms out, the celestial Wrestler fell upon the Wailord lying on its back with a harsh body slam.
Ghetsis curled his lips in anger as he stood across from Rasslor, "So you've been the one meddling into my affairs." He accused the Celestial Wrestler with anger.
Rasslor stood across the leader of Team Plasma with his arms crossed, his expression was that of annoyance. "I meddle if I must, for my journey has taken me across this globe, and every time, you Teams This and that have been getting in my way!" He responded back heatedly.
Ghetsis scoffed and pointed at Rasslor with his cane, "We've done no such th-"
"Yet!" Rasslor interrupted him with a scathing look, earning an incredulous look from the leader of Team Plasma.
Ghetsis furrowed his brow in consternation, "Elucidate me if you would." He inquired back sternly.
Rasslor shifted his stance with one foot placed sideways behind him, and his other foot facing forward. He brought his arm up and clenched his fist, "You Teams are all alike, and I have decided this time around to nip it all at the bud before I face the legendaries of the regions!"
Ghetsis chuckled and laughed, before calming down to smirk at Rasslor. "Go ahead and try, I'll be long gone before you stop me." He responded with a smile, before dissipating as a mere hologram.
Rasslor simply smirked and crossed his arms as the place around him began to explode, "Run like the worm you are human, cause Rasslor will find you again and throw down."
Rasslor stood across from Wallace as the arena began shifting back to normal, he gazed down with a smirk. "I applaud your companionship and dedication between you and your pokemon, your partners have been trained well. Your title as Hoenn's next champion is well earned."
Wallace chuckled with mirth as he placed his hands against his hips as he stood across from Rasslor, "Words like that coming from you? Now the weight as a champion feels even more heavy."
Rasslor simply offered an amused smile, "As a ti tle of Champion should be, that very title should always carry with it weight. Earn it with pride, and you'll never find wanting amongst your peers."
Wallace chuckled warmly and shook hands with Rasslor, "Thank you, it helps hearing that."
Sootopolis City
The Leaders of Team Aqua and Magma stood on opposite ends of the city as they desperately tried to control the ancient pokemon, Groudon and Kyogre, and bend them to their wills via the red and blue spheres within their possession. The two ancient pokemon were causing mayhem and destruction as they fought against each other, their powers over water and land caused much devastation across Hoenn as places began to experience drought or heavy rainfall.
OH YEAAAH!
A loud voice shouted out with a loud booming music track blaring out; it was Rasslor along with a duo of Loudred amplifying a boombox, along with a Hitmontop managing the two while Rasslor made his entrance known. The celestial Wrestler landed with a loud thud atop a newly formed land made from Groudon, and posed with a flex between a flabbergasted Kyogre and Groudon.
"Rasslor is the name, and Wrestling is the game!" The blue skinned extraterrestrial yelled bombastically while performing another flex pose with his arm out and the palm flattened out, his other arm was curled up in a flex to bulge out his bicep.
Snapping itself out of its stupor, Groudon roared and fired off a hyper beam at Rasslor. The celestial Wrestler took the full brunt of the attack with nary an attempt to dodge; after Groudon finished its attack, both ancient pokemon widened their eyes in disbelief.
Rasslor nonchalantly brushed his pecs off while giving the two a look of amusement, "You two ain't going no where while I'm here!" He yelled out excited, and held up three of his fingers with a smirk while waving them in front of him. "I'll give you three minutes to try and beat me." Rasslor then held both of his hands up and dangled his fingers down before wiggling them a bit. "Three minutes of play time!"
Groudon and Kyorgre roared in annoyance before charging at the Celestial Wrestler, Rasslor meanwhile brought his arms out in a welcoming gesture. "Come get some, oooohhh yeeeaaahhh!" He yelled.