The day of the tournament finally came, as everyone came to the arena that had just been recently opened.
Many pokemorphs came to the coliseum, entering the arena to take their places in the stands, several other pokemorphs came there to do business as well to sell their merchandise and food, no doubt taking it as an opportunity to profit off this event, it was the big talk of everyone in the country after all.
Though of course, many didn't just come to watch, many among them, ambitious enough to take the king's place.
There were more than two lines however… One line was for all the bystanders who just want to watch… But the other lines were for all the participants, what was strange though was that each line was for the participants, segregated to what type they belonged to. And if they had two types? They only have to choose whichever one they preferred.
"Get moving, we don't have all day. You all came here to be king? Then don't act like an indecisive one and prove you have the mettle to not back down from your choices" One of the guards said, as the participants were all led to a different doorway.
Each doorway into the arena, the one for all the candidates would go to, was much longer than they expected. You'd think it strange then that they were entering through different paths inside the coliseum. But in fact, there was a whole different purpose.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Simisear asked as the fire type corridor they were being led to was not all too bright.
"Tch… I have a bad feeling about this" Pangoro said, as he followed the other fighting types in the fighting type corridor.
All the main participants of the story all had the same thought in mind, and felt like there was more to this than just being registered as an official fighter in the arena.
Each participant didn't matter to anyone, whether you were a wanted criminal or an average person, you were eligible to be king.
Just then, the contestants all gathered in what seemed to be a dim room… But wait… There were metal bars? Not only on the walls, but ceilings as well.
The pokemorphs all took their seats on the stands, ready to become witnesses to the historical event that was about to take place.
In the middle of the arena, were large, square shaped… Things. Nobody could tell what they were since giant sheets of cloth were draped around them, covering the object from the eyes of the bystanders.
After an hour or so, the arena was full, accommodating every visitor they could fit as the king walked, with his royal advisor.
The king hid himself well with a heavy set of golden armor, keeping his identity a secret as he sat on the throne, right at the highest vintage point of the arena.
Right beside the king, was of course, Chatot, who was there to foresee that the arena and it's combatants would be following the rules to a tee.
And right on the other side of the king, was another member of his court, heavily obscuring their real identity as well as they wore a set of silver armor, a heavy looking metal claymore on his back.
As the king sat on his throne, everything seemed to be in order, and was ready to begin.
"Good, you have all answered the call to not only witness this moment in history, you may call it my downfall, or just me determining a successor with their strength. But know this, right now you will be the spectator of who among those who answered the call of the crown is most deserving… I will give you all the show you deserve… The elimination round!" The king announced, as he raised his hand, causing gusts of wind to pick up around the arena.
The audience gasped and screamed, the wind was practically as strong as a storm's, gathering all the sheets in a ball before the king clenched his hand, burning it all up as it vanished in the air.
It turned out the sheets were hiding cages, cages that contained all the contestants of each type, trapped as the doorway they came from were sealed by metal bars.
"Hey! What the hell is going on!?" One contestant yelled.
"Aren't we supposed to get matched up against each other first!?" Another one exclaimed.
The cages were then covered in a protective barrier by a bunch of psychic types employed by the king, giving a secondary barrier just in case anybody tried to break the cages.
Angry outbursts were quick to gather around as several of the potential candidates began complaining and yelling at the king.
"SILENCE!" The king said with authority.
Every last candidate that was yelling became silent… Though they didn't know why, they felt their spirits get destroyed just from the king's voice alone, as if it didn't hold just authority behind them, but a great power behind his voice as well, as if they were compelled to follow even if they didn't even care or acknowledge him as king.
"Good… You all have the capacity to obey at the very least. You must have lots of questions, and you are all wondering why I'm doing this. The rules will be simple, only one of each of you in these cages will be allowed to participate. And that will be determined… With a free for all! Wield any weapons that you brought, attack in groups, use any tactic, do what it takes to be king. And should you choose to give up… Then you are not fit to be king in the first place, and deserve to be used as a stepping stone for all the would-be kings that have come here. Now begin!" The king said, after giving an explanation and starting it immediately.
"N-Now… But I thought all the same types were teaming up!" One of them said.
"Y-You can't be serious…!" Another one said, feeling a bit of fear.
The others however, didn't hesitate, and quickly took out any of those who were second guessing their attempts, cutting down their numbers fast.
The audience cheered, and even speculated and bet amongst each other who will be come out on top as they had many battles at the same time to spectate, nobody had been this excited in years.
Several moves were used, some didn't even used moves at all, and started using their weapons of choice, determined to fight their way through this ordeal to see the path to the throne through.
The king watched silently, all that the monarch cared about for now was that everything would go smoothly.
And sure enough… All the fights had concluded, with the last one in each cage emerging victorious among them.
All the contestants had made it clear that nobody else among the fainted pokemorphs were gonna challenge them.
The knight… HIS knight, Aggron, commander of his army… So even he wanted to be king… He had not expected that. He had trusted Aggron with all the military orders up until now, was this a sign that he did not trust him in turn?
The chef, Appletun… The chef would most likely want to make his title a household name, and remind people of what a good ruler he is with the things he bakes, though does he have what it takes to back up his ambitions?
The tribal chief, Tropius. No doubt he wanted to make reforms of where the kingdom was getting the most pure waters from their homeland.
The dark knight commander, Corviknight… For him to actually show up, but still, it was amusing to see someone who was rebellious of his rule to play on his terms.
The upstart bully, Drapion, he heard he wasn't exactly a criminal, but was more or less a nuisance, he heard of him in the complaints to finally arrest him, sadly he had not done anything extreme enough to warrant being jailed for more than a few days, that is if the guards were even able to defeat and lock him up at times.
The pharaoh, Dusknoir… He remembered someone starting their own religion, a small cult-like group that had long been forgotten. Looks like he wants to claim his worship through this very bout of power rather than letting his doctrine die out.
The construction worker, Electivire… The only reason that he would probably be out here to participate was to raise the pay of all workers, unsurprising.
The noble, Nidoking… Always pursuing power and wealth, who would have thought that the noble who spoiled his family and never felt satisfied with where he was, wanted to be the next monarch rather than staying as a noble.
The mercenary, Pangoro… He heard about this one, someone who doesn't take kindly to getting swindled. Always successful in all his contracts… It remains to be seen if that success rate will follow him in this tournament.
The… Commoner? Yes, Simisear was his name. The monkey was always known for his optimism, but even more for his laziness and appetite. No significant thoughts came to mind, though this was certainly interesting for someone with no specialties.
The doctor, Audino. Against all odds, the doctor actually managed to survive the battle against other fairy types. Though would his luck carry him through this tournament? The doctor is going to have to adapt if he wants to cure his brother.
The scholar, Slowbro. He remembers him asking him about accessing his library of salvaged books that were preserved from the times of the old world… Perhaps if he got lucky, the winner would let him get these banned and forbidden knowledge that he so wants to covet.
The drunken master, Spinda. The has-been martial arts master of the drunken fist had been the victor, though it wasn't clear if he just passed out or it was because of his martial arts technique. Nonetheless, this individual wants to reopen the difficult to master dojo again and teach his pupils once more.
The tyrant, Tyrantrum. He heard of this one, a well known leader of a criminal group who kidnaps and enslaves his own people. He had a mind to arrest him now, but it would be an interesting turn of events to see if this scum even had what it takes to brute force his way to victory.
The self proclaimed god, Slither Wing… He had heard of someone worshiped in the frozen tundras of the world, but to see him in the flesh, and to want to be king? Maybe he already found a successor, after all, he has been famous in one part of the country already. He will have to demonstrate just how intense his flames really are in person.
And lastly, the pirate, Walrein. He heard of this one, a pirate. He had just recently lost his naval fleet to this band of thieves and plunderers. They were known not to only steal the cargo and resources of any ships they encounter, but also bred their captives until… Well, let's just say they began questioning their own sexuality once they returned back to their families.
The king had read each of their minds, judging them based on what he could skim through their memories.
The king stood up from his throne.
"You have your victors… Rejoice! The tournament will commence in a few hours. You will get your king, and through the sheer strength of their will, one will be your ruler! They alone will shape the future of this country, through the battle for power!" The king announced.
The audience roared, pumped up to see the candidates of several different varieties, only time will tell who will be the true victor of this tournament.