Mmm. I would think the PM list would actually exist because I think there are a lot more people viewing than reviewing. I am not a dedicated reviewer so don't expect me to do any large reviews.
Also I might not be on here a lot because I am trying to write a PMD fic, a journey fic, a Pokedex based on Cutlerine's Cornelius Rowland's Guide to Pokemon Husbandry, and a oneshot dased on Julian Smith's Youtube vid Malk. Yeah.
Woah, you seem pretty busy! I definitely wouldn't be able to handle that. Good luck with your writing.
Once again, if anyone wants to be on the PM List,
speak up!
Edit: WA-HEY! This is the 100th post on this thread!
Chapter 46: Big Emboar’s Spinning Revenge
One week earlier…
Emboar and his coach, Beartic, were waiting near the base of Mt. Coronet. The Ice type had a surprise in store for his apprentice.
“Is it a jug of maple syrup?”
“Nope.”
“Is it any type of food at all?”
“Uh uh.”
“Does it start with the letter B?”
“No!”
“Okay, I give up. What is it?”
“Oh, there she is.” Beartic pointed right. “Look over there.” When Emboar looked to the east, he gasped in astonishment.
“EMOLGA!”
“UNCLE EMBOAR!” The two dashed to each other and gave enormous bear hugs to each other. “Uncle! Uncle! You looked so AWESOME on TV!”
“I am, aren’t I?” The part Fighting type flexed his enormous muscles. “But… why are you here?”
“I wanted to see my uncle again, so I had mom and dad call Beartic up! I wanted to play a snowy area, and this is like the only snowy point in the region!”
Emboar turned to his coach, who was smiling. “Seriously?!” The Beartic just nodded. “Awesome!” The pig turned back to the flying squirrel. “So how’s the family?” Emboar asked. “How are Swalot and Emolga?”
“They’re doing great!” Emolga replied. “I’m going to have a brother soon!”
“Really?! Hoo yay! That means I’ll have a niece
and a nephew! I’m gonna be an uncle of two!”
“So, why did you want us to meet at this mountain, Beartic?”
“MOUNTAIN CLIMBING ON MT. CORONET!”
“Yay!” Emboar and Emolga both cheered, having similar personalities.
Five minutes later, three three were traversing up Mt. Coronet. However, it was massive, frozen and had a terrifying blizzard. The incline was not that bad due to the blizzard, but it was more painful due to the sheer fact of Emboar pulling Beartic up the mountain with rope. The terrible part is that Beartic was more than twice as heavy as Emboar! Emolga was sitting on Emboar’s shoulder, watching his progress.
“Gah… Tell me again Beartic,” Emboar groaned. “Why am I pulling
you up this mountain? I can handle Emolga being on my shoulder, but lugging
you up here is downright painful!”
“Stop complaining.” Beartic mentioned. “You need to get in touch with your inner animal. You see, there was this legendary named Regigigas. He…”
“Regigigas isn’t an animal.” Emolga had to get technical. “It’s a powerful golem monster that no one cares about.”
“Hey! I like Regigigas! I met a Regigigas in college once, and he taught me how to use Fire Punch! Granted, I forgot how to use Fire Punch at this point… But Regigigas is a pretty cool guy, eh! Pulls continents into place and doesn’t afraid of anything!”
“Speaking of Fire Punches…” “Don’t you have to fight Little Hitmonchan next, the champion of the CPFA.”
“Oh yeah… I forgot. It’s been months! I’ve been focusing all my efforts on trying to knock out Kadabra… Scratch that, Alakazam. I forgot about everyone else.”
“Also…” Beartic paused for a moment to turn away from the blizzard. “I haven’t heard about Dewott’s exploits at all lately… I wonder what happened to him. He could’ve quit.”
“He’s probably still around, and I doubt he’d want to quit. I don’t know why he never decided to take me on yet. He’d cream me like a pot of mashed potatoes!”
“Mashed potatoes actually sounds pretty good right now…”
***
“Ok, thankfully the blizzard’s over…” Emboar set foot on the top of the mountain. There was a frozen lake on top, a wooden cabin, and a load of snow. “So… what are we going to do?”
“Play in the snow! Play in the snow!” Emolga hopped up and down.
“Alrighty!”
About twenty minutes later, Emboar, Beartic, and Emolga were making snowmen. Emolga’s snowman was composed of a large snowball and a smaller one on top, with sticks for arms, and frozen berries for eyes. Beartic’s snowman was very impressive, having three snowballs on each other, another stick for a nose, and even a purple scarf for fashion. Emboar’s snowman didn’t look like much of a snowman at all, but its hands (made out of other snowballs) reminded him of his next opponent.
“This guy rubs me the wrong way now that I think of him…” Emboar squinted at the snowman. “If we were almost on equal grounds the last time we fought, just how good is he now?”
“Hey Emboar!” Beartic called near a frozen lake. “Do you want to do some ice-style training?”
“
Ice style? What makes it so different than
fire style?”
After five minutes of learning the instructions, the three played a relatively simple, but fun, version of hockey. Beartic had more experience at hockey than Emboar and Emolga, so he fought the two in a one vs. two match.
“Hurrr… Hwa!” Beartic knocked his hockey stick towards the slowly sliding hockey puck, blasting it to his apprentice.
“I got it! I got it!” Emboar, who had never played ice hockey before, started running on the ice, eventually gaining speed and missing the puck entirely. “Whoa… WHOA!”
Emboar crashed into his coach due to the intense lack of friction in the ice. Emolga started to laugh, and after a few seconds, Emboar and Beartic started to chortle as well.
After the intense game of hockey, the three were exhausted. Luckily, Emolga brought a snack that everyone could have…
“This is straight from the family as a gift for all your hard work!” The Electric/Flying type handed the two monsters a tasty, colorful jug of sugar.
“Syrup! My favorite!” Emboar smiled.
“Now
that’s the stuff! Mm hm!”
***
After getting off of the mountain, which involved an unusual sledding incident that would be disgust most readers, Emboar and Beartic were about to part with Emolga.
“Tell the family I said hi!” As Emboar and Beartic were about to leave, the Fire/Fighting hybrid remembered something. “Oh yeah! One last thing! Tell the family that once I get home… I’ll be a family man!
A real one!”
“I will!” Emolga called out. “I don’t really know what it means, but I’ll tell them anyway!”
***
At the present day…
Weezing was speaking to a microphone to speak about yet another exciting match. s“After yet another intense delay due to weather, budget cuts, and the lack of time in a day, I am happy to announce yet another epic champion battle featuring the mind-blowing Little Hitmonchan!”
The fans had cheered like they always did, but some screamed “FINALLY!”
“This exciting, heart-pounding, mind-blowing champion battle shall be between the fan-favorite Big Emboar, and our current champ, Little Hitmonchan!” The crowd screeched in excitement once again. “If Hitmonchan is able to defeat this beefy fighter, he’ll move on to fight the Great Alakazam!
As Hitmonchan stepped onto the ring, he seemed confused. “Hey, don’t I have to fight Toxicroak?”
“Apparently, he seems to have disappeared from the rankings…” Raichu explained. “We don’t know where he went, but he hasn’t filed for a battle for weeks.”
“Oh. Well I didn’t really care that much for him anyway. At least Emboar is funny.”
“Uh, let’s see now…” Emboar was scratching his head on the other side of the ring. “I can’t start until I find my…”
“Your what?”
“My… Wait, I hear her… where is she… Oh wait…THERE YOU ARE!” Emboar found his niece carrying a small cap.
“A cap? What does that you? Give you mystical ancient Egyptian power?”
“No,” Emboar put the dark cap on his scalp. “But it gives me a sense of fashion. Plus my niece can hide in it!”
Emolga poked her head out from the cap. “You’re going down, punch-boy!” The Electric/Flying type then hid under the cap.
“Seriously? Does the rules say we can have more than one Pokémon to fight?”
“We have rules?” Raichu had no clue.
***ROUND 1***
“Hat trick!” Emboar held up his hat, revealing the electric rodent underneath. The champion Thunderpunched his head for a Star. Emboar was still stunned after the punch.
“SKY UPPERCUT!” The moment the blow connected, Emboar started rapidly spinning in place.
“YOW!” When he stopped spinning, Hitmonchan punched him about six times.
“Hrah!” Emboar started by charging up Hammer Arm from overhead. Hitmonchan easily dodged and counter-attacked, but only hit him twice. He then used Arm Thrust, with the same result happening in the end.
He’s a bit more resistant this time around… Hitmonchan thought.
“NEED A HUG?!”
“Nope.” The Fighting type ducked and Thunderpunched Emboar a few times.
“Hat trip!” Hitmonchan hit Emboar again for a Star, then countered an Arm Thrust for anoter Star. After dodging another Arm Thrust and stunning him, the champion then unleashed his world-renowned Sky Uppercut.
“SKY UPPERCUT!”
“YEOW!”Emboar spun again once more. This time, Hitmonchan was able to do ten hits, and knocked the Fire/Fighting type on the tenth Thunderpunch. “TIM…BER!”
“One…two…” As Emboar was on the floor, his niece started bouncing on her uncle to wake up.
“Come on uncle! You can do it! You can beat this guy! Please!”
“Ugh… Ugh… Hm?” On the fifth number, Emboar pushed himself up. He leaned back to use his special attack. “Catch and release!” Emboar delayed his devastating Body Slam to deal eternities of damage to the champion. “Heraaaaa!” Emboar appeared to be using Arm Thrust, but simply moved to the side, as his mouth began engulfing itself with fire. Emolga also popped up for a few seconds. Hitmonchan dodged, but the attack was a delayed attack, and was therefore bitten by the Fire Fang.
“When’d you learn to do that?”
“You don’t wanna know… Hat trick!” When the Fighting type hit the other Fighting type for a Star, he was knocked back, and he took a second to adjust his hat. “Wuh-ho! I don’t want my hat to fall off now.”
“SKY UPPERCUT!” Right after hitting the air, the champ realized his mistake. “Dang it! Completely wasted a-“
“Heraaaaa!” Hitmonchan carefully ducked this time, and proceeded to counter. “Doh!” Emboar utilized a new attack afterwards. He raised both of his fists up, as if he was going to do a duel Hammer Arm. Emolga also popped out of his hat to giggle at the champion. “I’m gonna stop ya!”
“No ya won’t!” Hitmonchan mocked as he dodged the Strength attack.
“Oh!”
As the fight went on, Hitmonchan countered two more Arm Thrust attacks for Stars, and unleashed a level two Sky Uppercut for copius amounts of damage. Emboar did manage to injure the champion with a Hammer Arm, Raichu called the match.
“Round over!”
***INTERMISSION***
“I’m a hugger, not a fighter!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a lover?”
“That too. But my one and only wife, a glamorous and fragile Lanturn, left me for a CHEATING AMOONGUSS!”
“Really?” Hitmonchan sounded concerned. “How so? I’m a sucker for love stories, thanks to a
certain popular television show.”
“Well, it started when we were at this restaurant. You may not see it now, but back in the days where all was red and blue, I was quite the pig muffin. So Lanturn had to stay with me at all times to ward off opposing singles. But one day, a Cryogonal asked me what time it was. I told him it was a quarter to 10 p.m. He thanked me! Then my wife said we should go to the movies. So we got ready to go, but then something dangerous and life-changing happened!”
“Really? What?”
“A Claydol crashed into the building, dressed in full-clad body armor from the 80s, and said some sorta crazy talk! He was like “I am the alpha!” or something like that and started blasting rocks everywhere with Stone Edge! So then I… I…”
“You did what?”
“I…..”
“What did you do?!”
“I…” The pig’s voice began to relax.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Emboar fell asleep. “Zzzzz… Zzzzz…”
“Aw come on… I was interested about exposition for once.”
Emolga lifted up the hat, and started stomping on her uncle’s skull. “This has happened before. Just give me a sec’.”
As Emolga was waking up her lazy uncle, Hitmonchan’s coach began to speak. “Uck… Don’t tell it to her over there, but I
hate Emolgas. They’re so annoying to fight.” Throh shuddered.
“Why is that? Did one steal your chocolate when you were younger?”
“No, thank goodness…” Throh started unwrapping a chocolate bar. “They love to bounce around and dodge everything, paralyze you, and destroy opponent with their insane Acrobatics! Acrobatics is deadly, seriously!”
“Oh, the
horror of Acrobatics.” Lilligant sarcastically remarked. “That sounds just as terrifying as a Pelipper using Spit Up.”
“Don’t even get me started on Pelipper!”
“What’s wrong with Pelipper?”
“…… THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”
“Dude, you’re overreacting again…” Lilligant shunned her odd friend, and turned around, and witnessed a Pelipper staring into her soul. Or possibly her heart. Or maybe even something else.
“MINE?”
***ROUND 2***
“Hey uncle?” Emolga coyly peaked from under the hat.
“What is it Emolga?”
“Are there any cute guys in the audience?”
“Wuh-huh-ho there! I thought you were still into cooties and stuff!”
“Uncle, I’m twelve. And according to TV, that’s the perfect age to start getting into relationships!”
“Hmm… Well, it depends. What are you lookin’ for in a ‘mon?”
“Well… one with a cute yet troubled face, is cute beyond belief, and is a Psychic type.”
“There’s a Slowking in the audience. Is that good enough?”
“No I’m sorta looking for a Mew. Y’know, like Mewstin Dreamer.”
“But those are like finding a needle in a haystack! A really BIG haystack! The size of Johto!”
“Guys can we fight now? I sorta don’t want to be thinking about Mew right now.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. I get distracted easily.” Emboar straightened his hat. “Hat trick!”
After a quick Thunderpunch in the face, Emboar was knocked back to rearrange his hat. “Wuh-ho!”
“SKY UPPERCUT!” Hitmonchan timed his uppercut to connect when Emboar would step back into play, but by some magical force, he dodged the uppercut at the last possible fraction of a second.
“WOAH. That was close.”
“Aw come one! That shouldn’t have worked!”
The match went on with Emboar missing with his famous Body Slam, and getting punched in the face for it, but he did manage to hit the champion with a delayed Hammer Arm a few seconds afterwards. Hitmonchan attempted to counter an Arm Thrust, but ended up being slammed onto the floor instead.
“One…two…three…four…” The fallen champion took his time to get up as the pig was taunting him.
“Ra! Ra! Get up, cause’ I’m gonna stop ya!” Emboar blabbed as he began to use Strength, but ended up missing. Emboar prepared to use Body Slam, but Emolga popped out from under his hat at the last second. “Need a… fooled ya!” Hitmonchan got a Star off of his taunt, ducked an incoming Arm Thrust, stunned Emboar, and used Dig. This, along with a few extra Thunderpunches, was just enough to knock him down.
“Ooo! … Guh.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot that Dig does more damage to Fire types. Geez, has it
really been so much since I last fight? I guess I’ve been watching too much TV.”
“Same with me.” Raichu noted. “Lately, I’ve been watching this epic drama called Entrain… Oh wait, I forgot. I have to count. One…two…” Emolga flew back out to wake up her snoring uncle.
“Come on! We’re not losing to this guy!”
“Nerrl… Eh hoom? Oh yeah!” Emboar stepped back up and the match continued. Hitmonchan countered an Arm Thrust easily, but barely dodged a Fire Fang attack. Emboar was countered when he used Hammer Arm for a Star. He then evaded two delayed Body Slams in a row.
“Hitmonchan!” Throh called out. “You’re almost outta time! Finish this off quickly!”
“Thanks for the obvious, doc! I can
see the clock from here!”
“You’re welcome!” Hitmonchan dodged a Fire Fang and stunned the pig, and unleased a powerful Dig to knock down the Fire/Fighting hybrid.
“One…two…three…”
“Get up! I said… GET UP! I can only bounce so many times! You’re not falling due to a KO! Not if I can help it!”
“…seven…eight!”
“Err… err hoom?” Emboar, with very little energy left, struggled to stand up, and faked out a Body Slam, granting HItmonchan one star before the round was over.
“Round over!”
***INTERMISSION 2***
“HEY hoser!” Right after he got Hitmonchan’s attention, he unintentionally fell asleep. Emolga popped out to attempt to wake him up again.
“He was probably going to tell you something about knocking you out.” Emolga called out. “Or maybe he was going to talk about syrup…”
“Sounds like something he would say.”
Throh looked through a book of poetry to find something interesting to say. “There are many ways to climb a river, but there is only one way to swim a hill… Wait let me try that again… There are many ways to hill a climb, but there is only one way to river a swim… No no no... There are many ways to eat a chocolate, but there’s only ONE way… To eat a chocolate bar! Yeah! That’s what I meant!”
“Hah hah hah.” Lilligant faked a laugh. “Classic Throh.”
“I still want to know what happened to him at the restaurant.”
***ROUND 3***
“NEED A… Uh-uh!” The champion hit the duo for a Star. “CATCH AND… Ha ha!” The champion once again hit the two for his third Star. “NEED A HUG?!”
Hitmonchan easily evaded the attack, stunned Emboar, and unleashed a level-three special attack. “SKY UPPERCUT!”
“GOOOOOKE!” The punch was so strong that it knocked Emboar’s hat off, as well as the Electric/Flying type instide it.
“Woah woah woah hey!” Emolga squeeled as she was propelled into the audience.
“E… Emolga!” Emboar couldn’t see where exactly his niece landed, but it instead triggered a flashback.
***
“Hwaah!” Lanturn was pummeled to the ground, full of bruises from trying to fight Claydol in the restaraunt.
“L…Lanturn!”
“It’s OK!” A nearby Amoonguss called out. “I’m a doctor! I can heal her!”
Emboar didn’t hear this, and instead glared at the Claydol, who was too busy terrorizing the cashiers to notice. “You’re going down, Claydol! Right now! FIRE PUNCH!”
Emboar did a spectacular Fire Punch to the face of Claydol. At least, he would have, if Claydol didn’t hold him in place with his psychic powers. Right before he forced Emboar onto the floor, he whispered three dramatic words… “WHY…SO…SERIOUS?!”
***
“I…I remember…” The pig looked at his right fist, and it was on fire. “That’s
it! You’re gonna pay, hoser!” Emboar’s Blaze activated, spewing bursting flames from his back. “Heraaaaaaaa!” The colossal fighter charged towards Hitmonchan, who had no idea what Emboar was doing. “FIRE… PAWNCH!”
Emboar’s final Fire Punch completely decimated and OHKO’d Hitmonchan…
At least, it would have, if Hitmonchan didn’t counter the attack with a Bullet Punch. Emboar dramaticized the attack so well that the champ would have to purposely not do anything to miss. Hitmonchan’s Bullet Punch granted him a Star, and stunned Emboar for two seconds, which was all that was needed.
“SKY UPPERCUT!”
“Guh-HAWW!!!!!” Emboar started spinning around, the same exact way he did previously, until the ring’s ropes caught him. “GUAW… Guh!” Emboar was then sitting on the floor, until he passed out from exhaustion, and due to the lack of being hungry. “Ugh…”
“Knock out! The winner and champion is once again Little Hitmonchan!”
***
“You won…”
“Once again doc, stating the obvious.”
“It’s all you’re good for.” Lilligant smirked.
“Hey! Give me a little respect! As I was saying, you look mighty tired. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“We don’t have a bedtime. We spend all of our nights watching Entrainment reruns, playing video games, and watching parodies of popular card game shows on the internet.”
“Oh yeah. …We have no life.”
