You ready for me, Sumabura?

[rivalkidneypunch]

So this is Sumabura, eh...? Word on the street is that this place is swarming with Pokemon. Heh... and I know for a fact Red and his little band of muppets are here, too.
Let's not waste any time, shall we?

Hey, Red! Your days are numbered, you little punk!
You should just save time and drop out now, because this is Green's turf now!

Squirtle... the wimpiest of Red's wimps. Let's be friends, okay? We can play lots of fun games like soccer, football, volleyball... as long as you don't mind being the ball, that is. Your dinky little shell would be perfect for it.

And as for you, Ivysaur...
...
Hmph.
How's that Solarbeam of yours coming along?

I don't even have anything to say to that wannabe Charitard. Not worth my time.

As for the rest of you Pokemon... I think we can get along just nicely. Just so long as you admit I'm superior and stay outta my way. And don't mess with Green, or you answer to me.
Oh... and if I hear any of you are giving Bulba a hard time, I'll cut you, I swear.

Yep. I think that about covers it.
So what do you chumps do for fun around here, anyway?

Comments

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

And here we have such a hot-headed brute.
Talks big, but in reality, his muscles are all just flab.
Ho, ho, hoh~
It's just so painful to see this diseased beast stomping around the place and shouting words that chisels my brain.
I wonder if someone has a good shotgun to end this pup's misery?

(Hey, hey, let me go at him.
He doesn't look too tough, but I want to see if he's not all just talk here.)

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Man, the wimps are just lining up at my door, aren't they?
I'll chisel your brain with more than just words, honey.
Provided I can find it in that bloated head of yours first.

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

Ho, ho, ho, hoh!
Truly, a fiery little pup!

The only wimp I see here would be you.
Why, you're the type of person who would rather pick a fight with an infant or a helpless little girl than go head-to-head with a true fighter.

Oh, you should focus on finding your own brain, if you have one that is. But I fear that if you found it, it really wouldn't do you any good. I mean, a shovel has a higher IQ.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, hoh!
(Heh. Again, I'd really like to fight this little punk one day...)

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Stop spoutin' bullshit.
If there are any true fighters here, bring 'em on and I'll curbstomp 'em all.
The only thing I'm seein' here, though, is some pansy who thinks they can talk big.

It don't matter what my IQ may or may not be.
What matters is how easily I can stomp you.
So either quit the crap, or we can find out for ourselves just how big you really are.

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

That's the pot calling the kettle black.

All right.
I'm not one who backs down from a challenge.
I accept.

Ah, but I've yet to introduce myself.
That would be rude on my part.
I am Duon.

These guns of mine are just excited to get acquainted with you.
(Heh, heh! All right, let's take this guy down!
But wow. Did you just pick a fight yourself? This is a first.)
(He was asking for it. Besides, he reminds me a little bit of you. I'm going to take this opportunity to relieve some stress as well.)

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Heh... Duon, eh?
The name's Charmeleon.
There. Now that we're buddies, you just name a time and a place and I'm there.
I'll show you a real good time.

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

We wouldn't want people to see us fighting like this, so how about the school's coliseum? Tomorrow after school.
We'll lock the doors so that nobody will try to escape until this is all over.

Ho, hoh. Buddies indeed.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Lock the doors?
What, you're scared I might run?
Or are you just worried you'll be the one running?
Don't you worry, I promise not to hit too hard.

[[OOC: I may not be online very much tomorrow, since that's my cap and gown ceremony day. The banquet and aftergrad are the day after, too, so if we do this we may need to backdate a little.]]

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

You don't have to promise to do that. Oh, ho, hoh!
I just don't want any second thoughts~

OOC: Oh, no problem.
Backdating is fine.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

If you actually think I'd back down from a brawl... heh.
You don't know the first thing about me.

[[OOC: Super. Got any preference as to how you'd like to do this?]]

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

We'll see, little pup.
We'll see.

Ooc: Oh, not really, no.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

...Little pup.
Tch.
I ain't no lapdog.

[[OOC: I'd rather not make this one a Tegaki log, if it's all the same to you. It's a lot slower and holy crap has it ever been a failboat lately.]]

[twofacedmecha.livejournal.com]

I'll see you on the battlefield then. Ho, hoh!
Remember: There's no backing out now.

Ooc: Then how about logs?

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

You must be talkin' to yourself, because I already made it clear that I ain't about to do that anytime soon.

[[OOC: Works for me.]]