Fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck...this
Punchy didn't care for flying, even if it was with his friend and former infatuation Angelica.
"We'll be there soon, just hold on a little longer." Angelica was very aware of Punchy's anxiety. The ground became closer and closer. Soon, they were back on the ground.
I swear, I could marry this dirt right now!
Punchy looked around, there was nothing but trees. "Where is....what are we looking for?"
"According to this map, there's a gym or something like a gym around here." Angelica flew up to get a better view, "I see something about a mile or two away, come on. Let's fly."
"Let's walk, I'm done with flying."
"Ok then, let's walk." They walked to the building.
The building wasn't a gym, it was a fighting pit. Inside, dozens of people were lined up at betting booth. A few people were in the lobby holding pokéballs having mundane chatter. Cheering could be heard past a couple of double doors. The ceiling was at least 50 yards high. Everything was gray and dirty.
"God help us, where do we even begin."
"I can help you." A tall thin man in a navy suit, fedora, and sunglasses appeared from behind. His skin was olive and his hair was black with a purple streak.
That's suspicious. "Who the fuck are you?"
The man took his sunglasses off. His eyes were an eerie purple, "You were Magi-Chan's friends, yes? I am the Mewtwo who raised him. You know by know my son is gone. I've taken control of this mans body, I want to help you because that's what Magi-Chan would want. You're not going to be able to find Wild's father until you enter the fighting pit. You'll need to be registered by your owner." He smiled, "That would be me." He put his sunglasses on.
"MAKE A HOLE! CHAMP COMING THROUGH!"
A short fat man wearing nothing but denim pants and a sweat stained white shirt was pushing a cage containing a Scizor. Behind them, an even fatter man in a black pinstripe suit was strolling behind them.
"That Scizor is Wild's father." Mewtwo whispered to Punchy.
Not going to be able to find him, my ass
Punchy whispered back, "What's the plan?"
"Killington!" Mewtwo screamed at the Scizor's owner. The man in the black suit looked over and smiled.
"Cornell? It is you." He walked over to them, "My god it is!, I haven't seen you in years, what are these you have here?"
"Sonichus, from CWCville."
"Ha! I've never seen sonichus before. I'd never thought I'd see them in this place. Will they be fighting?"
Mewtwo placed his hand on Punchy's back, "This one will be. What about your prized Scizor?"
"Not today, I've got a new champion in the making." He showed off a golden pokéball. "This one has 200 wins, no loses. He isn't going to be defeated today or anytime soon."
"Oh, I think my punchy can defeat anything that enters the ring."
"Do you now? Well, I think we should make this a little...interesting. If you win I--"
"If I win I get the Scizor."
Killington smiled, "I don't want to give up my Scizor, but then again I don't think I will. What if I win?"
Mewtwo placed his other hand on Angelica, "You can have this one, she fights well enough, but she can also cook, clean and sing. If you can find a male sonichu you can breed them."
Killington put his hand in Angelica's hair and pulled out her scrunchie. Her hair fell down to her shoulders. He moved her hand to her face then to her back. "Yes, this would be a nice addition indeed. I'll accept this bet."
"Then let's go set up the match. I have a feeling it'll be the match of the night."
"I hope so, I don't want to win that sonichu from you too easily now." Killington laughed as they stood in line to place their bets.
Poor Angelica, now she's the terrified one. Punchy found her scrunchie and gave it back to her. She had a blank stare on her face, "T-thanks." She put her hair back up hastily, her hands were shaking.
Punchy made sure Killington couldn't hear them, "You're not gonna be Fatty Fat Fat's slave. I promise you. What ever was in that pokéball won't last 10 minutes against me. We'll get Wild's father and be home soon." Angelica still didn't say anything, they walked over to Mewtwo.
Killington spoke to the bookie, "Yes, I'm back again boy! I'll be sending my new champ against this son-ee-choo my old friend has brought. Make it the final fight tonight."
The bookie looked bored, "Yes sir, will you be betting tonight," he spoke in a monotone voice.
"I sure will, my Scizor will be the fee."
"Very well, I'll have the boys put him in the safe. What about you sir?"
Mewtwo adjusted his fedora, "I will be fighting with the red one, I'm betting the white."
"Does it have a cage?"
Angelica is NOT an IT!
"I'm afraid not."
"No worries sir, we have a spare backboard."
"I don't think SHE needs to be restrained."
"Regulations."
A group of men wearing denim overalls came and pushed Scizor's cage away. A few minutes later, another pair showed up with a wooden board six feet tall and two feet wide. Leather straps were undone at the sides. The two men let it fall. It hit the floor with a loud BANG!
"Ok, sir. Please order your pokémon to lie down so we can restrain it."
HER! She has a name! Her name is Angelica!
Mewtwo looked to Angelica, "Angelica, lie on the board now!"
Angelica still didn't speak, but she complied. The two men began strapping her down and tying her wings so she couldn't flap them. Her ankles were tied together and her wrists were tied behind her back. Leather straps bound her neck, chest, hips, and knees to the backboard. They stood the board up, Angelica was fighting back tears.
Punchy looked down. I can't watch this.
As the men carried her to the safe with Scizor she finally said something, "PUNCHY!," Punchu looked at her being carried away, "GOOD LUCK! YOU CAN DO THIS!"
Punchy fought back tears as well, "I WILL, DON'T BE SCARED!"
Killington threw his gold pokéball in the air, caught it and laughed, "Ain't that precious!"
Punchy was angry, he could have killed him right then an there, but he knew he'd never see Angelica again.
Punchy and Mewtwo were led into a ready room. Unlike the lobby, this room was clean and lavish. The carpets were a deep purple and felt plush under Punchy's feet. A large window had a remarkable view of the jungle outside. The walls were a bright red. Brown leather couches were spaced on the floor. An oak table in the middle had bottles of water, grapes, toasted bread, small pieces of steak, and cubes of cheese resting on golden plates.
"We will call you when it's time to fight." The man who had escorted them closed the door.
Punchy picked up a grape, looked at it, rolled it in his fingers, and squashed it in his hand.
Mewtwo took off his hat, glasses, and jacket. "You should take this time to meditate."
"I've never meditated before. I always called M-Chan a faggot for doing it."
"What is bothering you?"
Punchy threw the smashed grape at Mewtwo. "I'm in the best room I've ever been in, and Angelica is tied up locked away in some safe! I'm pretty sure my girlfriend Lalya thinks I'm a piece of shit. I'll never see her again! Oh, and I'm gonna go fucking poof anytime soon! So yeah, that's what's bothering me!" Punchy didn't even notice Mewtwo had stopped the grape. It was floating in front of his head. "Some people say anger is a bad thing," without touching the grape, he threw it into the trash bin in the corner of the room, "but we know it isn't. You need to utilize your anger for this fight."
"How?"
"What will happen if you lose this fight?"
"We fail in getting Wild's father. Angelica becomes that fat shit's slave."
"Then what?"
"I go back to CWCville, alone."
"Then what?"
"I guess I just...wait to disappear."
"Angelica. What happens to her?"
"She belongs to fatty. He...touches her again. She does what ever he tells her to. She makes his food, cleans up after him. He might make her fight here."
"Eventually, she'll lose the will to live, she'll wish for her disappearance every time she opens her eyes every mourning. Every night she'll pray. She'll pray to God that tonight is the night she enters obscurity. And who's fault will that be. If only you won that match."
"Fuck! You!" Punchy threw another grape. Mewtwo stopped it again.
"Sit down! Close your eyes, and think of what will happen if you lose this fight! Think of everything that makes you angry! Think of everyone that pisses you off!"
"You piss me off!"
"Than think about me!"
"Fine!"
Punchy sat down and closed his eyes. Fucking Magi-Chan! Not telling us sooner. Fucking Lalya! Stubborn bitch. Fucking Fat Fuck! Putting his hands on...
Punchy's eyes were closed but he saw something. He saw a giant safe opening, he saw stacks of cash, gold bars, and boxes full of jewelry. He saw Scizor in his cage, and he saw Angelica. Then he saw Killington enter. "So, y'all son-whatevers can talk," he put his hand on Angelica's face and leaned into her ear, "When you're mine, can you call me daddy?" He then move his hand down to her chest.
Punchy snapped back and opened his eyes. "Mewtwo! Fatty touched Angelica in the safe! I think he's attracted to her!"
"I know, he's what you call a furry, and Angelica is just his type."
Punchy lost control. "You knew about this! And you just offered her to him?!"
"It was the only way he'd consider betting the Scizor."
Punchy leapt towards him, but his whole body froze. "Attacking me won't save Angelica now! Concentrate your anger. Think of Killington. If you win this fight one of his champions is defeated, the other he loses. He'd be ruined! Do you hate this man? Use that hate!"He let Punchy go. "Now sit back down and close your eyes again."
Punchy did, he thought about Killington and Angelica again, hoping he could see what the twisted sack of shit would do to her this time.
No matter how much he focused his thoughts, no vision appeared. He kept thinking about how much he hated Killington, and Mewtwo for putting Angelica in that situation. He was angry. He thought about what he would do to Killington if he had the chance.
Then, he saw the safe again. Killington had left and the safe was closed again. Angelica was crying, "Punchy, please win this."
I will.
Punchy continued to think about what made him angry; Layla, Magi-Chan, Mayor Chandler, until a knock on the door interrupted him. Mewtwo put on his sunglasses and opened the door.
"Ten minutes Mr. Cornell."
"Thank you." Mewtwo closed the door. "Punchy it's time."
They were led down a long narrow hallway by a female employee. "Have you ever fought here before?"
Punchy said, "No."
"The rules are simple, once you enter the ring will rise 10 feet off the ground. If you become unconscious or fall off, you lose." They approached huge steel double doors, "Here we are. Mr. Cornell, you're pokémon can enter here, you will come with me to the balcony."
Punchy opened the doors and walked into the ring. The crowd around him was silent. They had never seen something like him before. Punchy looked up, behind him Mewtwo was looking down at him in a balcony. In front of him was Killington. Killington smiled a threw the gold pokéball into the ring. It bounced and opened up in a blinding white light. An oddish appeared, and the crowd let out a huge roar.
Oddish. A fucking oddish. Punchy laughed.
"THE FIGHT BEGINS IN THREE...TWO...ONE!"
Punchy ran towards the oddish in the middle. The oddish lowered it's body and slammed into Punchy's chest. Punchy went flying towards the edge, he managed to grab the edge and climb back up.
Shit, he's a strong little fucker.
The oddish jumped in the air and extended it's foot. When it came back down it kicked Punchy in the head. Everything became blurry.
No, I can't lose this. Punchy tried to punch the oddish's face, but he missed. The oddish quickly went behind him and kicked the back of his knees, he fell on his stomach and the oddish began jumping on his back. Punchy had never been in so much pain his entire life.
Angelica... He managed to roll while the oddish was in the air and got back on his feet. Once again the oddish slammed it's body into him and he went sliding towards the edge. He managed to stop himself form getting too close. The oddish ran to him an kicked him straight into the air. He saw Killington whisper into a employee's ear and give her a wad of cash. When Punchy landed the oddish began jumping on him again. Punchy's body became numb and his eye's never left Killington. The employee he whispered to came back, she had the back board holding Angelica with her. Killington put the board at the end of the balcony so Angelica could see Punchy lose the fight. The oddish was still jumping up and down, a loud crack was heard. Punchy screamed, that time it hurt. He saw Killington put his hands on Angelica's shoulders.
Then he kissed her.
Angelica tried to move back but the employee held the board in place. As he kissed her he moved his hand to the back of her head, a if he was the one holding her in place.
You son on a bitch!
Punchy finally felt the anger physically inside of him. Everything turned shades of red, he could feel his fur getting heavier and his quills getting longer. His skin had turned silver and was hard as steel. The spikes on his hands grew longer. The oddish landed on him and gave out a cry of pain and fell off him. When Punchy stood back up, silver wings emerged from his back. Around him was a blood red aura and his eyes were solid black.
The oddish was still crying, rolling on it's back. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you hurt your widdle leg from FUCKING JUMPING ON ME." Punchy picked up the oddish and threw it up in the air. It came down in front of his feet and he stepped on it. It screamed. Punchy picked it up by it's leaves and flew near Killington. "HEY ASSHOLE!", Killington was too busy with Angelica to see Punchy transform, but he realized at that moment what had happened. Punchy held the oddish to his face, it was kicking and screaming, "You...lose." He threw the oddish down to the ground outside of the ring, it cried as it hit the floor. "Angelica, are you ok?"
Angelica smiled, "I am now."
Punchy flew back into the ring, he felt his wings were shrinking back into him. Soon, he was back to normal, but the pain returned. Everything began turning dark, the last thing Punchy heard was the crowd cheering his name. He passed out.
He woke up in a feather bed. The sheets were a clean white, the walls were white, a wooded cross hung over the bed.
"Wha?"
"You're finally awake," Angelica was kneeling by his bedside, "You're at the church. After the match Killington gave up me and the Scizor like he said he would. Mewtwo teleported us here and he and the Scizor are on their way to Wild's. You did it Punchy."
"What happened to me?"
"Mewtwo said you had your final form, like when Rosey turns into the Incredible Lioness or when Sonichu turns ultra. It was pretty amazing, I never thought I'd see you fly. You had wings like a falcon."
"Heh, Falcon Punchy. I like the sound of that."
"And don't worry about Killington. I made sure he never touches me again." Angelica smiles an almost evil smile. "Get some rest Punchy, we had a long day." Angelica left the room.
Punchy smiled to himself and closed his eyes, for the first time in a long while, he wasn't angry. He felt light headed, almost as if he was fading away. I guess it's time. He didn't seemed bothered that he was disappearing. All in all, I had a pretty good life.
A breeze came in from the window and blew the sheets off an empty bed.