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Being a battle academy the PCA is well known for it's above average to very good student fights. One such fight was between Academy mainstay Boris Koffinov and newcomer Licorice Swirl! Two 'mon enter, and only one will exit with the win!
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Nights at the PCA were usually as busy as the day time, though for different reasons. It was in the evening that the arena at the school usually saw varying crowds of students, faculty and parents who came to watch battles that the Academy was best known for. These fights were of all manner from testing battles to grudge matches to people who simply wanted to see how far they’d come along. Early days of the week were usually filled with lower classmen, dregs and the weaker battlers of the school; as such attendance was usually low and filled with those who were either bored or wanted to heckle the young and inexperienced. As the week went along things would pick up as upper classmen and the brighter stars of the PCA would battle; so too would the attendance.
It was on one of these later days of the week that the arena found itself rather full for some spectacular junior fights that had been going on for a couple of hours and left the spectators wanting more. The last match of the night looked to be one that would fulfill the desires of the crowd for a spectacular sendoff. Two juniors, one who was established at the school and one who was still building a reputation among battlers, were set to square off in a specialized match. Several in the audience had come specifically for that battle and were on the edge of their seats in anticipation.
“The next battle will be a one fall fight with the use of no moves!” Student Assistant Vincent Tellamapolou announced as he stood in the middle of a wrestling ring that had been set up for the battle. As part of his duties it fell to him on occasion to settle in to referee some of the matches and thus announce them as well.
“Entering first, a junior from Team Nocturne! Boris Koffinov!” As Vince announced him, the grumpy Koffing came in to his team’s entrance song, Nocturnal Catch by Vendor Thrash. Boris didn’t waste any time as he crossed the small distance to the battle area and climbed into the ring.
“Gooooo, Boris! Wooooo!” Riou Hotaru called out in support of his boyfriend. The remainder of the Lucario’s team called out their encouragement as well. Boris waved a bit in recognition to them as he waited for his opponent to come out. His theme song slowly died down as Vince brought the microphone up to his lips once more.
“And introducing next!” Vince continued as the next theme song, Fighter by Christina Aguilera, began to play, “a junior from Team Coldstone! Licorice Swirl!” The Umbreon pushed through the entrance area and towards the ring as several of her friends cheered wildly for her in the stands. Licorice gave them all a wave as she climbed into the ring. She rested a leg on one of the ropes and stretched out a bit as her theme came to a close. Cries of support continued to rain in from the crowd as people called out to their favorite or friend.
“Kick his ass, Honey!” Tabitha Warren encouraged her best friend to do.
“C’mon, big guy! Knock her flat!” Karon Alexander called out.
After a moment Vince motioned for both combatants to join him in the middle of the ring. Both complied as they stood across from one another in the center and looked towards their opponent.
“You both know the rules,” Vincent said as he looked between them, “Any questions before we start?”
“Nope, good to go,” The Umbreon responded.
“Nyet,” Boris added before he extended a hand out towards the other. Licorice smiled and shook the Koffing’s hand confidently.
“Ready fer this, big man?” she asked.
“To a good fight,” He responded.
“Rock and roll,” she added.
“Okay, back to your corners,” Vince continued, “When I give the signal come out swinging. Make it good, guys,” The two combatants nodded and returned back to their respective corners as they waited to engage the other. Licorice hopped from foot to foot as nervous energy worked itself out of her. Boris stood by and looked cool as a cucumber, though even he dealt with the same trepidation that any battler faced as the moment of truth arrived.
“Ready!” Vince returned to his referee spot and lifted his hand as he looked between the two and held it a second to add dramatic tension. The crowd hushed for a moment as they waited for the single to commence. He didn’t want to make everyone wait anymore and dropped his hand in signal. “Begin!”
“C’mon, Honey!” Tabitha called out as soon as the fight started, “Give him a black eye!”
“Make it two!” her boyfriend Dominic Del Ardillo del Relampago threw in.
Licorice was the first out of the gate as she was a bit quicker than the larger Koffing. Not one to delay she hurled herself at Boris in order to try and catch him off-guard and end the match quickly. She leapt from her feet and brought her knees to bear to land them squarely into the chest of her opponent. Boris had moved in cautiously, not sure how all out the other would be going and was caught by surprise initially as he stumbled back a few steps, his hands having come up in order to give him a modicum of protection. Boris responded just as quickly as a massive fist was thrown at her in a tight, controlled left cross. As if she expected an attack from up high the Umbreon ducked and shifted her weight to her hands as she crouched and started to twist herself, her legs snapping out in succession to try and kick Boris’ feet out from under him.
“Oooh girl’s got moves,” Karon said with a modicum of admiration.
“C’mon, Boris-sama! Grab her!” Riou yelled out as he became completely engrossed in the fight.
“Go Licorice!” the Umbreon’s sister, Cinnamon Swirl, called out as her hero worship swelled within her and exploded in cries of support.
Boris watched the swift and brutal feet of his opponent swing at him from below. The first made contact with his ankle though he didn’t move. The second attack never landed as he reached down to catch her leg and use her own momentum against the Umbreon. Turning himself in a spin the Koffing swung his foe in several circles before he finally let her go to fling at the ropes. Licorice swore as she flew through the air and twisted best she could until she managed to get her feet between herself and the ropes. She used them to her advantage as he legs twitched and launched herself back at the startled Boris. The Umbreon’s foot soon made contact with Boris’ head and sent him spinning back, though he kept his feet. The Koffing straightened after a moment and wiped the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth with one of his gloves. He twisted his body for a moment and motioned for her to come and get some.
“Yeah! Boot to the head!” Dom cheered before he looked apologetically to those around him, “What? Had to do it,”
Licorice had never been one to back away from a challenge so the taunt was enough to send her in a charge for her opponent. Boris waited in his spot with his guard up so as not to give her any easy shots at him; didn’t stop her from taking one though. A bandaged foot came up to try a shot at his head. The Koffing ducked the blow and brought both of his hands up to catch her leg once again and flung her. This time the distance was much shorter as it was straight into the ground. Licorice hit the turf hard and rolled away quickly before she brought herself up to dust herself off a bit. The Umbreon grinned as she looked over towards Boris, though she did so to hide the pain she was feeling. It was her turn to bring a hand up and motion for him to come hither.
Cheers of encouragement continued to rain down from the crowd for both sides as Boris took a step forward. If there was one word that described the large ‘mon it was measured, and so too were his steps as he crossed over towards her. It wasn’t until the last moment that he lowered his shoulder and bull rushed her over a very short distance as he tried to plant himself into her chest. Licorice bent over backwards as quickly as possible in a display of just how flexible she could be. One leg came up and planted itself into his chest with a very solid thud. Boris quickly tensed and released his breath before the impact to lessen the influence the shot would have. He reacted quickly and grabbed her leg while it was so close to him. Boris used his momentum and quickly took a step over the now prone form of the Umbreon on the ground to lock in and settle down into a half Boston Crab in hopes to cause her to give up.
“Keep it locked in!” Riou continued to yell and cheer for his boyfriend in hopes of it would help will the large ‘mon on to victory.
“Kick him off, Honey!” Tabi called in support of her best friend. The Umbreon must have heard her because that’s exactly what she tried to do.
One of the advantages that Licorice had with such long legs was they were flexible, and that was something she was well aware of and cultivated as an advantage. With one of her legs trapped she brought the other up to level with Boris’ face and slammed the flat of her foot into the middle of his forehead. The first impact smacked into him with a good measure of force though he didn’t let go. It took several more shots to cause the Koffing to loosen his grasp on her leg enough for her to pull it away and scramble from the grasp of her opponent. She quickly climbed to her feet though she winced and favored the leg that had just been worked over. Boris turned to look at her and appeared a bit woozy himself due to all the blows to his head. It took little time for the two to clear their heads and make for each other, though it was Licorice who was a bit closer.
The Umbreon threw herself onto her hands and twisted her body in a circle so her legs could fan out and spin kick into her opponent several times. Boris pulled in on himself again and brought his arms up in order to defend himself. Several of the kicks landed though the purple ‘mon’s thick arms absorbed a lot of the impact. He waited for her to settle back down onto her legs before he acted and lashed out suddenly as he crouched low and brought his fist up in a tight and powerful uppercut. Licorice cried out in pain as the large and strong fist impacted on her body and sent her falling backwards into the ropes once more. The Umbreon used the ropes to her advantage once again as she sprang forward and thrust her two fists into his chest. The use of her hands caught him off guard and allowed the blows to land; the large form of Boris fell backwards as a result and sent him stumbling back enough that the back of his head slammed into one of the turnbuckles of the ring.
The Koffing landed hard on his hands and knees after the shot to his noggin. He shook his head a few times to try and clear his head though when he looked up he saw nothing but double vision and stars swimming about him. With a sigh Boris signaled to Vince to let him know he was throwing in the towel for that fight since he wasn’t able to continue without possibly being hurt more and that was something he wasn’t going to risk. Vince quickly took several steps forward and raised his hand.
“Boris Koffinov is unable to continue!” He shouted, “The winner of the match is Licorice Swirl!”
“Noooooo!” Riou bellowed from his seat.
“Yes!” Tabi shouted from hers. The Licorice supporters in the stands exploded in cheers for their friend as her hand was raised in victory. She gave them all a lopsided grin before she fell to her knees as well in pain as the adrenaline started to fall off. Medics stepped into the ring in order to check up on both of them and make sure they were okay. Cheers and applause of appreciation continued to fall from the stands on the two combatants who stood as soon as they were both capable of doing so. Each crossed the short, shaky distance towards the other opponent and looked at each other.
“Thanks,” she coughed as she leaned on a medic, “that was awesome,” Boris nodded in response and held a hand out to her once more.
“Da. Was good battle,” He said as he winced himself. Licorice nodded and shook his hand firmly before the two fighters went back to their corners to get final treatment before they headed off for the night. It had been a short and brutal battle, but one that many would talk about for several weeks afterwards. Between the efficiency of the fighters and the sportsmanship they’d shown it was a fight that would stand as an example for those that came later. Until then both fighters would head home to bathe in some ice for a while before being fed take out by those that cared about them.
It was on one of these later days of the week that the arena found itself rather full for some spectacular junior fights that had been going on for a couple of hours and left the spectators wanting more. The last match of the night looked to be one that would fulfill the desires of the crowd for a spectacular sendoff. Two juniors, one who was established at the school and one who was still building a reputation among battlers, were set to square off in a specialized match. Several in the audience had come specifically for that battle and were on the edge of their seats in anticipation.
“The next battle will be a one fall fight with the use of no moves!” Student Assistant Vincent Tellamapolou announced as he stood in the middle of a wrestling ring that had been set up for the battle. As part of his duties it fell to him on occasion to settle in to referee some of the matches and thus announce them as well.
“Entering first, a junior from Team Nocturne! Boris Koffinov!” As Vince announced him, the grumpy Koffing came in to his team’s entrance song, Nocturnal Catch by Vendor Thrash. Boris didn’t waste any time as he crossed the small distance to the battle area and climbed into the ring.
“Gooooo, Boris! Wooooo!” Riou Hotaru called out in support of his boyfriend. The remainder of the Lucario’s team called out their encouragement as well. Boris waved a bit in recognition to them as he waited for his opponent to come out. His theme song slowly died down as Vince brought the microphone up to his lips once more.
“And introducing next!” Vince continued as the next theme song, Fighter by Christina Aguilera, began to play, “a junior from Team Coldstone! Licorice Swirl!” The Umbreon pushed through the entrance area and towards the ring as several of her friends cheered wildly for her in the stands. Licorice gave them all a wave as she climbed into the ring. She rested a leg on one of the ropes and stretched out a bit as her theme came to a close. Cries of support continued to rain in from the crowd as people called out to their favorite or friend.
“Kick his ass, Honey!” Tabitha Warren encouraged her best friend to do.
“C’mon, big guy! Knock her flat!” Karon Alexander called out.
After a moment Vince motioned for both combatants to join him in the middle of the ring. Both complied as they stood across from one another in the center and looked towards their opponent.
“You both know the rules,” Vincent said as he looked between them, “Any questions before we start?”
“Nope, good to go,” The Umbreon responded.
“Nyet,” Boris added before he extended a hand out towards the other. Licorice smiled and shook the Koffing’s hand confidently.
“Ready fer this, big man?” she asked.
“To a good fight,” He responded.
“Rock and roll,” she added.
“Okay, back to your corners,” Vince continued, “When I give the signal come out swinging. Make it good, guys,” The two combatants nodded and returned back to their respective corners as they waited to engage the other. Licorice hopped from foot to foot as nervous energy worked itself out of her. Boris stood by and looked cool as a cucumber, though even he dealt with the same trepidation that any battler faced as the moment of truth arrived.
“Ready!” Vince returned to his referee spot and lifted his hand as he looked between the two and held it a second to add dramatic tension. The crowd hushed for a moment as they waited for the single to commence. He didn’t want to make everyone wait anymore and dropped his hand in signal. “Begin!”
“C’mon, Honey!” Tabitha called out as soon as the fight started, “Give him a black eye!”
“Make it two!” her boyfriend Dominic Del Ardillo del Relampago threw in.
Licorice was the first out of the gate as she was a bit quicker than the larger Koffing. Not one to delay she hurled herself at Boris in order to try and catch him off-guard and end the match quickly. She leapt from her feet and brought her knees to bear to land them squarely into the chest of her opponent. Boris had moved in cautiously, not sure how all out the other would be going and was caught by surprise initially as he stumbled back a few steps, his hands having come up in order to give him a modicum of protection. Boris responded just as quickly as a massive fist was thrown at her in a tight, controlled left cross. As if she expected an attack from up high the Umbreon ducked and shifted her weight to her hands as she crouched and started to twist herself, her legs snapping out in succession to try and kick Boris’ feet out from under him.
“Oooh girl’s got moves,” Karon said with a modicum of admiration.
“C’mon, Boris-sama! Grab her!” Riou yelled out as he became completely engrossed in the fight.
“Go Licorice!” the Umbreon’s sister, Cinnamon Swirl, called out as her hero worship swelled within her and exploded in cries of support.
Boris watched the swift and brutal feet of his opponent swing at him from below. The first made contact with his ankle though he didn’t move. The second attack never landed as he reached down to catch her leg and use her own momentum against the Umbreon. Turning himself in a spin the Koffing swung his foe in several circles before he finally let her go to fling at the ropes. Licorice swore as she flew through the air and twisted best she could until she managed to get her feet between herself and the ropes. She used them to her advantage as he legs twitched and launched herself back at the startled Boris. The Umbreon’s foot soon made contact with Boris’ head and sent him spinning back, though he kept his feet. The Koffing straightened after a moment and wiped the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth with one of his gloves. He twisted his body for a moment and motioned for her to come and get some.
“Yeah! Boot to the head!” Dom cheered before he looked apologetically to those around him, “What? Had to do it,”
Licorice had never been one to back away from a challenge so the taunt was enough to send her in a charge for her opponent. Boris waited in his spot with his guard up so as not to give her any easy shots at him; didn’t stop her from taking one though. A bandaged foot came up to try a shot at his head. The Koffing ducked the blow and brought both of his hands up to catch her leg once again and flung her. This time the distance was much shorter as it was straight into the ground. Licorice hit the turf hard and rolled away quickly before she brought herself up to dust herself off a bit. The Umbreon grinned as she looked over towards Boris, though she did so to hide the pain she was feeling. It was her turn to bring a hand up and motion for him to come hither.
Cheers of encouragement continued to rain down from the crowd for both sides as Boris took a step forward. If there was one word that described the large ‘mon it was measured, and so too were his steps as he crossed over towards her. It wasn’t until the last moment that he lowered his shoulder and bull rushed her over a very short distance as he tried to plant himself into her chest. Licorice bent over backwards as quickly as possible in a display of just how flexible she could be. One leg came up and planted itself into his chest with a very solid thud. Boris quickly tensed and released his breath before the impact to lessen the influence the shot would have. He reacted quickly and grabbed her leg while it was so close to him. Boris used his momentum and quickly took a step over the now prone form of the Umbreon on the ground to lock in and settle down into a half Boston Crab in hopes to cause her to give up.
“Keep it locked in!” Riou continued to yell and cheer for his boyfriend in hopes of it would help will the large ‘mon on to victory.
“Kick him off, Honey!” Tabi called in support of her best friend. The Umbreon must have heard her because that’s exactly what she tried to do.
One of the advantages that Licorice had with such long legs was they were flexible, and that was something she was well aware of and cultivated as an advantage. With one of her legs trapped she brought the other up to level with Boris’ face and slammed the flat of her foot into the middle of his forehead. The first impact smacked into him with a good measure of force though he didn’t let go. It took several more shots to cause the Koffing to loosen his grasp on her leg enough for her to pull it away and scramble from the grasp of her opponent. She quickly climbed to her feet though she winced and favored the leg that had just been worked over. Boris turned to look at her and appeared a bit woozy himself due to all the blows to his head. It took little time for the two to clear their heads and make for each other, though it was Licorice who was a bit closer.
The Umbreon threw herself onto her hands and twisted her body in a circle so her legs could fan out and spin kick into her opponent several times. Boris pulled in on himself again and brought his arms up in order to defend himself. Several of the kicks landed though the purple ‘mon’s thick arms absorbed a lot of the impact. He waited for her to settle back down onto her legs before he acted and lashed out suddenly as he crouched low and brought his fist up in a tight and powerful uppercut. Licorice cried out in pain as the large and strong fist impacted on her body and sent her falling backwards into the ropes once more. The Umbreon used the ropes to her advantage once again as she sprang forward and thrust her two fists into his chest. The use of her hands caught him off guard and allowed the blows to land; the large form of Boris fell backwards as a result and sent him stumbling back enough that the back of his head slammed into one of the turnbuckles of the ring.
The Koffing landed hard on his hands and knees after the shot to his noggin. He shook his head a few times to try and clear his head though when he looked up he saw nothing but double vision and stars swimming about him. With a sigh Boris signaled to Vince to let him know he was throwing in the towel for that fight since he wasn’t able to continue without possibly being hurt more and that was something he wasn’t going to risk. Vince quickly took several steps forward and raised his hand.
“Boris Koffinov is unable to continue!” He shouted, “The winner of the match is Licorice Swirl!”
“Noooooo!” Riou bellowed from his seat.
“Yes!” Tabi shouted from hers. The Licorice supporters in the stands exploded in cheers for their friend as her hand was raised in victory. She gave them all a lopsided grin before she fell to her knees as well in pain as the adrenaline started to fall off. Medics stepped into the ring in order to check up on both of them and make sure they were okay. Cheers and applause of appreciation continued to fall from the stands on the two combatants who stood as soon as they were both capable of doing so. Each crossed the short, shaky distance towards the other opponent and looked at each other.
“Thanks,” she coughed as she leaned on a medic, “that was awesome,” Boris nodded in response and held a hand out to her once more.
“Da. Was good battle,” He said as he winced himself. Licorice nodded and shook his hand firmly before the two fighters went back to their corners to get final treatment before they headed off for the night. It had been a short and brutal battle, but one that many would talk about for several weeks afterwards. Between the efficiency of the fighters and the sportsmanship they’d shown it was a fight that would stand as an example for those that came later. Until then both fighters would head home to bathe in some ice for a while before being fed take out by those that cared about them.
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