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Hey there folks! ^,^ Here's a story using my newest charater Taiho the sumo slwobro (that rolls off the tounge nicely) so enjoy!
Having finally arrived at the PCA Taiho is adjusting nicely to the new location... till his luck runs out and he ends up stopping some bully while getting on their bad side... or maybe it's the bully's luck that's run out. Find out what happens when the fat mon fights and who'll be left standing!
Anyway enjoy, please fav & comment, and have a nice day =3
Characters owned by me
Pokemong NOT owned by me
Taiho had been on campus for less then a week and already he was in love with the place. So many fighters from so many different cultures, styles, and walks of life… it was a true melting pot. The halls of the schools had already nearly emptied since classes had let out a little while ago, but Taiho was sticking around. He hadn’t gotten to sample the full scope of everything the various gyms the best battle academy in the county had… not yet at least and not for a lack of trying. He smiled and whistled a merry tune as he thought of the work out session he was going to do.
Straightening the apron of his mawashi the large slowbro meandered through the halls, his sheer size causing the few other students in the hall to give him a wide berth. That or the fact he was taken his time to say “Hello” to all of them weirded them out… or maybe it was his lack of a shirt. He’d honestly lost count of what exactly it was about him that made people uncomfortable. He’d just continue trying to be as polite and pleasant to them as possible. Manners, honor, and kindness were their own reward in the end after all, or at least that’s what he believed. He paused for a moment to scratch his chin.
“Now where was that gym again?”
“Get on your knees where you belong girl! Grovel before me!”
Taiho’s head tilted as he heard an obnoxious, juvinel sounding voice followed by a scared whimper “… that’s not a good thing…” he said, more to himself than anyone else, before heading in the direction of the sound. Rounding his corner he saw something that made his cheerful smile melt. A small Cubchoo girl cowering against a locker as a gang, they were probably a gang since they were all wearing matching uniforms, of fighting type were bullying her. There were four of them ganging up on her… sort of. The sawk was just standing in the back messing with what looked like a small notebook and seemed either oblivious or apathetic to the others tormenting the girl. It was a truly disgusting scene of bullying at its most basic level.
By his honor as a practioner of Poke-Sumo… he’d have to fix this.
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Akagi understood the concept of vengeance well enough. He also understood the concept of attacking someone’s loved ones to make them angry at you quite well. What he DIDN’T understand was the point of antagonizing those connected to people stronger then you. Ever since their loss to Pre-K Masao and Edwin had been driven to get revenge… today the timburr had decided to target the girlfriend of the one Pre-K member who had nothing to do with the fight. This was all well and good, though a waste of energy by Akagi’s standards, but it was well know that the older sister of that member was a competent fighter and had several friends throughout the school… it seemed like a fast way to get beaten by a mob to be honest…
Not that saying that stopped Edwin any but Akagi was quite prepared with “I told you so dumbass” when things went wrong.
Akagi watched as Edwin laughed and leveled his plank at the cubchoo, taking an unsightly amount of pleasure in tormenting a helpless victim. Timmy was also grinning as he eyed the whimpering girl while Masao stood back a little ways, not quite willing to get his hands dirty on such a meager fighter yet. The sawk just shook his head and looked back to his black book. He had more important things to do then watch his underlings amusing their sadistic tendencies. Like finding a replacement for Edwin who could actually FIGHT for one…
“Pardon me, but would you please leave that girl alone please?”
All four of them looked up to find… a snorlax sized slowbro looking at them sourly. The guy was shirtless showing off his large belly and seemed to be wearing an apron of some kind. Akagi just raised an eyebrow at how unusual this character looked and tried to remember if he’d seen him before. He definitely wasn’t a freshmen so it’d probably be best for a tactical retreat before…
“Stay out of this, it doesn’t concern you.”
“Yeah fatty! No all you can eat buffets here!”
Before his team did something stupid. Akagi groaned lightly as he put his head in his hand. The mystery slowbro just shook his head “Sorry, can’t do that… bothering a defenseless girl, especially when you outnumber her, isn’t something I can just ignore.” He said in a matter of fact tone before stepping forward… only to be met by Masao who cracked his knuckles “I said this matter doesn’t concern you, now get lost before I use your head to dent the lockers.” The Throh said, obviously annoyed by the intrusion. Akagi knew his idiot friend well enough to say that while he didn’t approve of ganging up on the girl… he wasn’t about to let somebody call them out on it. This was going to get violent.
The slowbro smoothly grabbed either side of Masao’s belt, lifted the fighting type into the air with no visible strain, and promptly slammed him back down onto the tile with enough force to make everybody there jump as the rest of Team Yabrui just stared in open mouthed shock. The slowbro just casually dusted his hands and turned to the cubchoo before smiling politely “Miss? You might want to run along, I have a feeling things are going to get hectic here in a moment.” He said in an even tone of voice as the girl timidly nodded and made a dash for it, vanishing down the hall before Timmy or Edwin could stop her.
By this point Akagi was genuinely impressed with the sheer guts of this intruder, not to mention what had to be considerable strength to do that to Masao. “You bastard!” Edwin shouted as he whipped his plank through the air to drive into the slowbro’s stomach… with a small smacking sound as his stomach rippled and the fat mon didn’t seem to notice it. Edwin stood there nervously for a moment before repeating the attack again and again as Akagi just shook his head and the psychic/water type looked towards the timburr. Edwin let out a nervous laugh… before an open palm slap from the Slowbro sent him sliding down the tiled floor like a hockey puck and crashing into some lockers.
Timmy stared blankly at the slowbro for a moment before trying Arm Thrust on him… which struck his gut and did about as much damage as Edwin’s attempts before the guy grabbed Timmy’s arm. Akagi watched as the slowbro pulled Timmy into his grasp, easily lifted the makuhita, and brought him down on top of Masao as the Throh tried to get back up flooring both of them. Akagi couldn’t resist letting out an impressed whistle drawing the slowbro’s attention to him. The two stared at each other for a moment, the groans of Akagi’s teammates punctuating the silence, before he finally spoke “… you’re not going to attack me are you?
“You haven’t attacked me so no. Do try and do something about your friends bullying tendencies in the future though please.”
“I’ll try… care to tell me your name though?”
“Taiho, Taiho Harakuma.”
“…… Akagi.”
“Pleasure to meet you Akagi. Now I have to be going. Take care.”
Watching the large mon walk down the hall at a rather slow pace Akagi waited for a moment before walking over to the pile of Masao and Timmy… and kicked them in the sides “Wake up idiots, I need help pulling Edwin’s head out of the lockers.”
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“I WANT MY JUST-REVENGE!!”
“… you’ve been saying that for the past hour Masao…”
“Shut UP Akagi! I want my vengeance!”
“Fine… I’ll contact Paulie… am I to assume you want Timmy and Edwin backing you up?”
“Do you think I can’t defeat him on my own!?”
“Yes.”
“… fine… has the fool even woken up yet?”
“Timmy or Edwin? Timmy woke up a few minutes ago, Edwin is still unconscious.”
“… why in the name of combat is he sucking his thumb?”
“He apparently does that in his sleep, it has provided excellent blackmail photos.”
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A day had passed since Taiho’s encounter with Mr. Akagi and his… unpleasant friends. Nothing had happened so far so he was fairly certain nothing would come of it. At least that’s what Taiho hoped. “HAAAAAA!!” the slowbro let a deep shout rise from his gut as he palm slapped the training dummy he was working with sending it wobbling wildly on its weighted base. Sliding his leg forward he locked his arms around the dummies middle before twisting and lifting, straining a little due to the dummy’s weight and center of gravity, before managing to haul it up and throw it hard to the ground. Pausing a moment he put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath.
“That’s eight, only twelve more to go for this set.”
Taiho paused as he heard slow, steady clapping coming from the other side of the gym. Looking up he found Akagi standing there, apparently having watched his little display. Standing up properly he dusted his hands off and smiled pleasantly “Hello there Mr. Akagi, pleasure to see you again. Did you need to use this gym?” he asked, wondering if he’d have a training partner for once. He didn’t let it bother him too much when the Sawk shook his head. It did make Taiho curious why the fighting type was here though as Akagi casually walked over to him, standing quietly for a moment before speaking.
“Would you be interested in a three on one match?”
“… pardon me?”
“My teammates are rather… unhappy with the results of their encounter with you yesterday.” Akagi explained, his voice purely apathetic as if this didn’t concern him at all “So they’re looking to have a match against you… you are a junior, right?” he suddenly asked, making a confused Taiho nod slowly as Akagi continued “Very well then, while it is unusual I believe with the right paperwork we could settle this matter right now before they try anything foolish… three freshmen against one junior… that IS of course if you agree Taiho Harakuma.” Akagi finished his expression blank as he watched Taiho intently as if trying to gauge his reaction.
Taiho stood there, eyes shut as he thought it over before looking back at Akagi “Only three?” he asked as the sawk nodded “My teammates have a quarrel with you, I have none… so I will be sitting this out.” He said, again as apathetically as if he was talking about something happening in another country. Taiho mulled over this for a minute more before letting his smile get a little large “Sure, I think it sounds like it’d be an interesting match… but if it’s okay with you and your teammates Mr. Akagi I’d like to impose some… different rules from the normal matches they have here.”
“Oh? What kind of rules exactly?”
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“What the hell is Poke-Sumo?”
“Oddly enough that’s more or less the same reaction I had, without the vulgarity of course.”
Akagi had returned to his team as they sat alone at a corner table in the PCA lunchroom, the rest of the group watching him intently while he told them what had happened while all but drowning his meal in soy sauce “Apparently it’s a form of combat this Taiho Harakuma is trained in. To put the rules quick and bluntly there’s no special moves of any kind and you lose if you touch the ring with anything other than your feet or if you get pushed out of the ring.” Akagi explained, finally taking a bite of his soy covered meal as Masao spoke “… so basically just sumo wrestling?” he asked “That would explain the guys size…”
Akagi nodded, personally he doubted even Masao was stupid and battle obsessed enough to agree to a fight in a style he wasn’t familiar with against somebody who was obviously well versed in it… “He’s challenged us… and I accept!” Masao shouted, banging his fist on the table and making Edwin and TImmy jump as Akagi sighed despite his mouthful of rice. He tuned out Masao as he went into one of his usual rants about honor and strength in combat and instead focused on thinking over all the paperwork he’d need.
If he shook some feathers loose from Paulie he’d probably be able to get the match set up for some time in the next few days. Which meant he’d have to deal with Masao in this state until then… but he’d dealt with worse from him during their “Friendship” and even if he thought this was a stupid move he could still profit from it. Akagi chuckled softly as he took another bite of his food. After all getting to see how a new student performs as well as their power and ability always provided useful info and possible future resources further down the line.
He paused to look at Masao ranting, Timmy sitting there like a bump on a log with about as much personality and intelligence as one, and Edwin coming up with new demeaning things to do to the maids who worked for him for the little creep’s enjoyment. Akagi sighed again… at this point ANY resources would probably be more dependable then his current ones.
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Three days on the dot they were in one of the smaller gyms moments away from the match. Akagi sat ringside as he watched Masao and the others getting ready… and tried his best to ignore the stands. Apparently he’d forgotten about the cubchoo girl mentioning what had happened to others and word of mouth was one of the greatest and easiest to spiral out of control powers in any school. He could see her, the teddiursa who was her boyfriend, and his kangaskhan sister in the audience. Though to be fair they stood out due to that “Nanny & Baby” costume they were wearing… though it was an interesting method to attract an audience he had to admit.
No the big issue was the fact they’d ended up bringing a whole crowd. Not a full one like the kind you’d find at a match between talented seniors, but just everybody who was interested in seeing a spectacle… or was likely hoping Yaburi got crushed again. He had no delusions about how many people wanted to see that. In fact he’d caught Paulie advertising the betting on the match to gamble on how fast it happened instead of who won… he didn’t mind after he rattled enough feathers loose from Paulie to get a cut of the proceeds.
The only thing holding up the match at the moment was the fact Taiho hadn’t come out of the locker room yet, but there was at least five more minutes before it was declared a forfeit. So in the meantime Akagi started leafing through his black book and going over the list of potential fighting types to replace Edwin’s spot on the main team… when he suddenly realized the stands had gone silent. Looking up he could see why as Taiho lumbered in… wearing what looked like a red silk diaper with a fancy apron attached to the front, a bandana that matched the apron, and nothing else. It was an unusual sight and apparently surprising enough nobody even thought to laugh as he stood on the edge of the ring that had been hastily painted on the gyms floor in chalk.
Looking at the slowbro’s rounded body Akagi idly wondered what the fat to muscle ratio was as Masao broke the silence “What in the name of Judo are you wearing?” he asked, still stunned, as Taiho just smiled “This is called a Mawashi, technically with the apron it’s a Kesho-Mawashi, and it’s the traditional attire for Poke-Sumo.” He explained, obviously fully prepared for laughter… which Edwin provided as he cracked up and pointed till Masao smacked him in the back of the head.
“OW! What was that for!?”
“… it’s not right to laugh at the traditions of other warriors, not until you’ve beaten them.” Masao said bluntly, making Akagi chuckle. He’d almost forgotten how seriously the Throh took fighting and the “Proper” way to do it, at least by his own definition. If he didn’t have such a stanch dislike of girls and anyone he perceived as weak, not to mention an ego and superiority complex you could see from orbit, Masao might have been something more. For now though he was just Akagi’s most dependable flunky. The ref stepped up and cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention.
“This is highly irregular, and because of that I am going to fully explain the rules once more.” The hitmontop said “This is a three-on-one poke-sumo styled match. The match ends when all of one side loses or surrenders. The rules are as follows. No special or status moves are allowed, only physical attacks and techniques. No floating, flying, or otherwise levitating. You lose if any part of your body other than your feet or whatever acts as them touch the ground, exceptions will be made for tails. You lose if you are pushed out of the ring. Other than that standard match rules apply. Do the combatants understand?” he asked, looking between Taiho and Yaburi.
They all nodded as Taiho finally stepped into the ring… and squatted down, performing an elaborate leg lift and stomp moved. The strength and weight he put behind it made the floor shake lightly as Yaburi stepped into the ring as well. “… you don’t expect us to do that to do you?” Masao asked, as he looked at Taiho’s odd pose. The slowbro just laughed and shook his head “Don’t worry about it, I just prefer to use the old traditions whenever I have a match.” He said, oddly cheerful for somebody about to fight. Looking between them one last time the referee raised his hand.
“If the combatants are ready… FIGHT!!”
Edwin immediately rushed forward and swung his blank down trying to crack Taiho’s skull “THIS IS FOR BEFORE YOU BASTARD!!!” he shouted as he jumped and swung. Tiaho leaned back slightly before bringing his head forward to meet the plank… and the plank went flying out of Edwin’s hands and the arena while Tiaho didn’t even look fazed. Before Edwin could land on his butt and be disqualified the slowbro slid a foot forward and met the small TImburr with an open palm thrust… as Edwin suddenly became a punch propelled rocket right out of the arena as Akagi leaned a little to the left and let him fly past him to smack into a wall.
“Edwin is out of the ring!”
Ignoring the refs call Timmy lumbered forward, launching into arm thrusts at Tiaho trying to drive them into his sides to knock him off balance. Though he might as well have been punching a mountain made of gelatin for all the good it did as Taiho didn’t budge. Finally he reached forward and caught one the strikes before hauling Timmy off his feet by his arm, rotating him in midair, and powerbombing him back to the ground with enough force the chubby makuhita literally bounce before landing tummy down in a small heap. Once again the ref shouted.
“Timmy has fallen!”
There was a temporary silence in the ring as Taiho and Masao just stared each other down for a moment… before the Throh suddenly rushed forward slamming his full weight into Taiho’s gut. The slowbro didn’t budge but before he could grab Masao the Throw locked his hands around the side of the belt of Taiho’s Mawashi and began to try and rock the psychic/water type back and forth to get him off balance, shoving against him for good measure. This caught Taiho off guard for a second… before he gave an even bigger grin and grabbed Masao’s belt right back, starting to try and haul the fighting type up into the air.
There was a brief power struggle as Masao tried to trip Taiho, threw his weight around, and struggled to try and tip and throw the huge slowbro… but in the end he was just too far out of his power and weight class as he was slowly hauled off his feet by Taiho. Before he could throw him though Masao lashed out and grabbed onto Taiho’s head and arm in a lock and clung fast, kicking and throwing his weight against him with even more effort. Taiho’s grin just got bigger as this didn’t seem to faze him at all. After a moment of enduring this with little effort he flexed his arm and broke free of the lock, grabbed Masao, and hurled him to the ground back first where he crashed down hard.
“Masao has fallen! The winner is Taiho!”
The crowd cheered loudly as Akagi pocketed his black book and got back up. That went about as expected, Edwin and Timmy did the same stupidity they’d done in the hall incident and had been down in seconds. Meaning Paulie owed him some money. Masao had done a better showing at least… and it was always good to know where a mon of Taiho’s obvious strength and endurance was for future reference. Akagi watched the medical team haul off Timmy and Edwin as Masao picked himself back up and begrudgingly accepted a handshake from Taiho. Since their reputation was already poor this couldn’t make it any worse…
To be honest the only downside would be Edwin’s tantrum when he woke back up.
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Taiho stretched slightly as he slowly left the arena, he’d tried to have a brief talk with Masao afterwards… but the guy seemed more interested in saying there’d be a rematch and he’d be the winner then actually listening to him. After that he’d considered seeing if the ref would let him borrow the microphone for a moment to talk about Poke-Sumo to the audience but he’d seen most of them had gone on and the few left were making comments about his Mawashi. Oh he didn’t mind to be honest, he’d gotten used to that a long time ago, but it usually meant they weren’t interested in what he had to say so he’d opted not to bother.
He’d just go back to the lockers, change, and after that he’d consider how to spend the rest of the day. Maybe there was a good place for hotpot somewhere in Viridian. Pushing open the locker room door he paused, hearing two voices as well as motion in there… which wasn’t quite so odd. The fact one of these voices was female in a boys locker room though was, but beyond them it seemed empty. He figured he’d just grab his bag, put his pants on, and be gone before he could bother them. No need to trouble whoever they were any…
“I don’t see why you insist on changing, you look cute in your costume!”
“You KNOW that thing is embarrassing! And I dun knu why you’re in here!”
“In case you need help… like last time.”
“The zipper got stuck that wasn’t my fault!”
One of them was a reedy child’s voice and the other was a deep, older sounding girl voice… siblings maybe? He wasn’t going to write the child’s voice off as a kid since he knew there were some tiny, child-like teens (or at least he’d heard rumors there were) here at the PCA. Shrugging he decided it wasn’t really his business so he just rounded the corner to get at the locker he’d stowed his pants and gym bag in… and found himself looking right at these mystery people.
One of them was a tall, well-muscled, and (though he didn’t have much to go on past looks) beautiful kangaskhan girl wearing… an unusual outfit. Baby blue and white with a short skirt and what looked like an apron. She resembled some kind of housewife or nanny to be honest but he wasn’t sure if that was her intention or not. Next to her was obviously one of those child-like teens that he’d heard about. A tiny teddiursa boy who looked like something you’d see in a commercial trying to convince you to buy the newest toy for your toddler. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.
As he’d rounded the corner the teddiursa boy had been in the motions of pulling his overalls up and before he had Taiho had seen what looked like a flash of color and something that wasn’t regular underwear or boxers. He’d briefly considered that it might be diapers… but he mentally laughed that idea off for sounding stupid since there’s no way a teen at the PCA of all places would be wearing those, even if he looked like that. Maybe it was a Mawashi then? There was a chance it could be…
Quickly stepping back out of view he considered this possibility, thankful he was really quiet when he moved even if he was slow since they seemed too busy talking with each other to notice him. If it was a Mawashi then maybe Poke-Sumo wasn’t quite as unknown in Kanto as he’d though. The idea made him feel positively giddy… but he wasn’t going to just rush ahead with it. He could be very wrong. First off he’d have to find out who this mystery Teddiursa was… so he’d probably best try to ask right now before they left.
As he heard the locker room door open and them leave he smacked his forehead. They hadn’t seen him so if he did rush out and try to catch them it’d be a whole new world of weird and awkward. Sighing he resumed heading to the locker… he’d just have to try to find one of them later. Maybe he could ask around… but he wasn’t too optimistic about it to be honest.
Really, with all the other unique people running around how well known would a “Tall kangaskhan and a tiny teddiursa” really be?
To Be Continued…
Having finally arrived at the PCA Taiho is adjusting nicely to the new location... till his luck runs out and he ends up stopping some bully while getting on their bad side... or maybe it's the bully's luck that's run out. Find out what happens when the fat mon fights and who'll be left standing!
Anyway enjoy, please fav & comment, and have a nice day =3
Characters owned by me
Pokemong NOT owned by me
PCA – Fat Mon on CampusTaiho had been on campus for less then a week and already he was in love with the place. So many fighters from so many different cultures, styles, and walks of life… it was a true melting pot. The halls of the schools had already nearly emptied since classes had let out a little while ago, but Taiho was sticking around. He hadn’t gotten to sample the full scope of everything the various gyms the best battle academy in the county had… not yet at least and not for a lack of trying. He smiled and whistled a merry tune as he thought of the work out session he was going to do.
Straightening the apron of his mawashi the large slowbro meandered through the halls, his sheer size causing the few other students in the hall to give him a wide berth. That or the fact he was taken his time to say “Hello” to all of them weirded them out… or maybe it was his lack of a shirt. He’d honestly lost count of what exactly it was about him that made people uncomfortable. He’d just continue trying to be as polite and pleasant to them as possible. Manners, honor, and kindness were their own reward in the end after all, or at least that’s what he believed. He paused for a moment to scratch his chin.
“Now where was that gym again?”
“Get on your knees where you belong girl! Grovel before me!”
Taiho’s head tilted as he heard an obnoxious, juvinel sounding voice followed by a scared whimper “… that’s not a good thing…” he said, more to himself than anyone else, before heading in the direction of the sound. Rounding his corner he saw something that made his cheerful smile melt. A small Cubchoo girl cowering against a locker as a gang, they were probably a gang since they were all wearing matching uniforms, of fighting type were bullying her. There were four of them ganging up on her… sort of. The sawk was just standing in the back messing with what looked like a small notebook and seemed either oblivious or apathetic to the others tormenting the girl. It was a truly disgusting scene of bullying at its most basic level.
By his honor as a practioner of Poke-Sumo… he’d have to fix this.
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Akagi understood the concept of vengeance well enough. He also understood the concept of attacking someone’s loved ones to make them angry at you quite well. What he DIDN’T understand was the point of antagonizing those connected to people stronger then you. Ever since their loss to Pre-K Masao and Edwin had been driven to get revenge… today the timburr had decided to target the girlfriend of the one Pre-K member who had nothing to do with the fight. This was all well and good, though a waste of energy by Akagi’s standards, but it was well know that the older sister of that member was a competent fighter and had several friends throughout the school… it seemed like a fast way to get beaten by a mob to be honest…
Not that saying that stopped Edwin any but Akagi was quite prepared with “I told you so dumbass” when things went wrong.
Akagi watched as Edwin laughed and leveled his plank at the cubchoo, taking an unsightly amount of pleasure in tormenting a helpless victim. Timmy was also grinning as he eyed the whimpering girl while Masao stood back a little ways, not quite willing to get his hands dirty on such a meager fighter yet. The sawk just shook his head and looked back to his black book. He had more important things to do then watch his underlings amusing their sadistic tendencies. Like finding a replacement for Edwin who could actually FIGHT for one…
“Pardon me, but would you please leave that girl alone please?”
All four of them looked up to find… a snorlax sized slowbro looking at them sourly. The guy was shirtless showing off his large belly and seemed to be wearing an apron of some kind. Akagi just raised an eyebrow at how unusual this character looked and tried to remember if he’d seen him before. He definitely wasn’t a freshmen so it’d probably be best for a tactical retreat before…
“Stay out of this, it doesn’t concern you.”
“Yeah fatty! No all you can eat buffets here!”
Before his team did something stupid. Akagi groaned lightly as he put his head in his hand. The mystery slowbro just shook his head “Sorry, can’t do that… bothering a defenseless girl, especially when you outnumber her, isn’t something I can just ignore.” He said in a matter of fact tone before stepping forward… only to be met by Masao who cracked his knuckles “I said this matter doesn’t concern you, now get lost before I use your head to dent the lockers.” The Throh said, obviously annoyed by the intrusion. Akagi knew his idiot friend well enough to say that while he didn’t approve of ganging up on the girl… he wasn’t about to let somebody call them out on it. This was going to get violent.
The slowbro smoothly grabbed either side of Masao’s belt, lifted the fighting type into the air with no visible strain, and promptly slammed him back down onto the tile with enough force to make everybody there jump as the rest of Team Yabrui just stared in open mouthed shock. The slowbro just casually dusted his hands and turned to the cubchoo before smiling politely “Miss? You might want to run along, I have a feeling things are going to get hectic here in a moment.” He said in an even tone of voice as the girl timidly nodded and made a dash for it, vanishing down the hall before Timmy or Edwin could stop her.
By this point Akagi was genuinely impressed with the sheer guts of this intruder, not to mention what had to be considerable strength to do that to Masao. “You bastard!” Edwin shouted as he whipped his plank through the air to drive into the slowbro’s stomach… with a small smacking sound as his stomach rippled and the fat mon didn’t seem to notice it. Edwin stood there nervously for a moment before repeating the attack again and again as Akagi just shook his head and the psychic/water type looked towards the timburr. Edwin let out a nervous laugh… before an open palm slap from the Slowbro sent him sliding down the tiled floor like a hockey puck and crashing into some lockers.
Timmy stared blankly at the slowbro for a moment before trying Arm Thrust on him… which struck his gut and did about as much damage as Edwin’s attempts before the guy grabbed Timmy’s arm. Akagi watched as the slowbro pulled Timmy into his grasp, easily lifted the makuhita, and brought him down on top of Masao as the Throh tried to get back up flooring both of them. Akagi couldn’t resist letting out an impressed whistle drawing the slowbro’s attention to him. The two stared at each other for a moment, the groans of Akagi’s teammates punctuating the silence, before he finally spoke “… you’re not going to attack me are you?
“You haven’t attacked me so no. Do try and do something about your friends bullying tendencies in the future though please.”
“I’ll try… care to tell me your name though?”
“Taiho, Taiho Harakuma.”
“…… Akagi.”
“Pleasure to meet you Akagi. Now I have to be going. Take care.”
Watching the large mon walk down the hall at a rather slow pace Akagi waited for a moment before walking over to the pile of Masao and Timmy… and kicked them in the sides “Wake up idiots, I need help pulling Edwin’s head out of the lockers.”
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“I WANT MY JUST-REVENGE!!”
“… you’ve been saying that for the past hour Masao…”
“Shut UP Akagi! I want my vengeance!”
“Fine… I’ll contact Paulie… am I to assume you want Timmy and Edwin backing you up?”
“Do you think I can’t defeat him on my own!?”
“Yes.”
“… fine… has the fool even woken up yet?”
“Timmy or Edwin? Timmy woke up a few minutes ago, Edwin is still unconscious.”
“… why in the name of combat is he sucking his thumb?”
“He apparently does that in his sleep, it has provided excellent blackmail photos.”
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A day had passed since Taiho’s encounter with Mr. Akagi and his… unpleasant friends. Nothing had happened so far so he was fairly certain nothing would come of it. At least that’s what Taiho hoped. “HAAAAAA!!” the slowbro let a deep shout rise from his gut as he palm slapped the training dummy he was working with sending it wobbling wildly on its weighted base. Sliding his leg forward he locked his arms around the dummies middle before twisting and lifting, straining a little due to the dummy’s weight and center of gravity, before managing to haul it up and throw it hard to the ground. Pausing a moment he put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath.
“That’s eight, only twelve more to go for this set.”
Taiho paused as he heard slow, steady clapping coming from the other side of the gym. Looking up he found Akagi standing there, apparently having watched his little display. Standing up properly he dusted his hands off and smiled pleasantly “Hello there Mr. Akagi, pleasure to see you again. Did you need to use this gym?” he asked, wondering if he’d have a training partner for once. He didn’t let it bother him too much when the Sawk shook his head. It did make Taiho curious why the fighting type was here though as Akagi casually walked over to him, standing quietly for a moment before speaking.
“Would you be interested in a three on one match?”
“… pardon me?”
“My teammates are rather… unhappy with the results of their encounter with you yesterday.” Akagi explained, his voice purely apathetic as if this didn’t concern him at all “So they’re looking to have a match against you… you are a junior, right?” he suddenly asked, making a confused Taiho nod slowly as Akagi continued “Very well then, while it is unusual I believe with the right paperwork we could settle this matter right now before they try anything foolish… three freshmen against one junior… that IS of course if you agree Taiho Harakuma.” Akagi finished his expression blank as he watched Taiho intently as if trying to gauge his reaction.
Taiho stood there, eyes shut as he thought it over before looking back at Akagi “Only three?” he asked as the sawk nodded “My teammates have a quarrel with you, I have none… so I will be sitting this out.” He said, again as apathetically as if he was talking about something happening in another country. Taiho mulled over this for a minute more before letting his smile get a little large “Sure, I think it sounds like it’d be an interesting match… but if it’s okay with you and your teammates Mr. Akagi I’d like to impose some… different rules from the normal matches they have here.”
“Oh? What kind of rules exactly?”
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“What the hell is Poke-Sumo?”
“Oddly enough that’s more or less the same reaction I had, without the vulgarity of course.”
Akagi had returned to his team as they sat alone at a corner table in the PCA lunchroom, the rest of the group watching him intently while he told them what had happened while all but drowning his meal in soy sauce “Apparently it’s a form of combat this Taiho Harakuma is trained in. To put the rules quick and bluntly there’s no special moves of any kind and you lose if you touch the ring with anything other than your feet or if you get pushed out of the ring.” Akagi explained, finally taking a bite of his soy covered meal as Masao spoke “… so basically just sumo wrestling?” he asked “That would explain the guys size…”
Akagi nodded, personally he doubted even Masao was stupid and battle obsessed enough to agree to a fight in a style he wasn’t familiar with against somebody who was obviously well versed in it… “He’s challenged us… and I accept!” Masao shouted, banging his fist on the table and making Edwin and TImmy jump as Akagi sighed despite his mouthful of rice. He tuned out Masao as he went into one of his usual rants about honor and strength in combat and instead focused on thinking over all the paperwork he’d need.
If he shook some feathers loose from Paulie he’d probably be able to get the match set up for some time in the next few days. Which meant he’d have to deal with Masao in this state until then… but he’d dealt with worse from him during their “Friendship” and even if he thought this was a stupid move he could still profit from it. Akagi chuckled softly as he took another bite of his food. After all getting to see how a new student performs as well as their power and ability always provided useful info and possible future resources further down the line.
He paused to look at Masao ranting, Timmy sitting there like a bump on a log with about as much personality and intelligence as one, and Edwin coming up with new demeaning things to do to the maids who worked for him for the little creep’s enjoyment. Akagi sighed again… at this point ANY resources would probably be more dependable then his current ones.
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Three days on the dot they were in one of the smaller gyms moments away from the match. Akagi sat ringside as he watched Masao and the others getting ready… and tried his best to ignore the stands. Apparently he’d forgotten about the cubchoo girl mentioning what had happened to others and word of mouth was one of the greatest and easiest to spiral out of control powers in any school. He could see her, the teddiursa who was her boyfriend, and his kangaskhan sister in the audience. Though to be fair they stood out due to that “Nanny & Baby” costume they were wearing… though it was an interesting method to attract an audience he had to admit.
No the big issue was the fact they’d ended up bringing a whole crowd. Not a full one like the kind you’d find at a match between talented seniors, but just everybody who was interested in seeing a spectacle… or was likely hoping Yaburi got crushed again. He had no delusions about how many people wanted to see that. In fact he’d caught Paulie advertising the betting on the match to gamble on how fast it happened instead of who won… he didn’t mind after he rattled enough feathers loose from Paulie to get a cut of the proceeds.
The only thing holding up the match at the moment was the fact Taiho hadn’t come out of the locker room yet, but there was at least five more minutes before it was declared a forfeit. So in the meantime Akagi started leafing through his black book and going over the list of potential fighting types to replace Edwin’s spot on the main team… when he suddenly realized the stands had gone silent. Looking up he could see why as Taiho lumbered in… wearing what looked like a red silk diaper with a fancy apron attached to the front, a bandana that matched the apron, and nothing else. It was an unusual sight and apparently surprising enough nobody even thought to laugh as he stood on the edge of the ring that had been hastily painted on the gyms floor in chalk.
Looking at the slowbro’s rounded body Akagi idly wondered what the fat to muscle ratio was as Masao broke the silence “What in the name of Judo are you wearing?” he asked, still stunned, as Taiho just smiled “This is called a Mawashi, technically with the apron it’s a Kesho-Mawashi, and it’s the traditional attire for Poke-Sumo.” He explained, obviously fully prepared for laughter… which Edwin provided as he cracked up and pointed till Masao smacked him in the back of the head.
“OW! What was that for!?”
“… it’s not right to laugh at the traditions of other warriors, not until you’ve beaten them.” Masao said bluntly, making Akagi chuckle. He’d almost forgotten how seriously the Throh took fighting and the “Proper” way to do it, at least by his own definition. If he didn’t have such a stanch dislike of girls and anyone he perceived as weak, not to mention an ego and superiority complex you could see from orbit, Masao might have been something more. For now though he was just Akagi’s most dependable flunky. The ref stepped up and cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention.
“This is highly irregular, and because of that I am going to fully explain the rules once more.” The hitmontop said “This is a three-on-one poke-sumo styled match. The match ends when all of one side loses or surrenders. The rules are as follows. No special or status moves are allowed, only physical attacks and techniques. No floating, flying, or otherwise levitating. You lose if any part of your body other than your feet or whatever acts as them touch the ground, exceptions will be made for tails. You lose if you are pushed out of the ring. Other than that standard match rules apply. Do the combatants understand?” he asked, looking between Taiho and Yaburi.
They all nodded as Taiho finally stepped into the ring… and squatted down, performing an elaborate leg lift and stomp moved. The strength and weight he put behind it made the floor shake lightly as Yaburi stepped into the ring as well. “… you don’t expect us to do that to do you?” Masao asked, as he looked at Taiho’s odd pose. The slowbro just laughed and shook his head “Don’t worry about it, I just prefer to use the old traditions whenever I have a match.” He said, oddly cheerful for somebody about to fight. Looking between them one last time the referee raised his hand.
“If the combatants are ready… FIGHT!!”
Edwin immediately rushed forward and swung his blank down trying to crack Taiho’s skull “THIS IS FOR BEFORE YOU BASTARD!!!” he shouted as he jumped and swung. Tiaho leaned back slightly before bringing his head forward to meet the plank… and the plank went flying out of Edwin’s hands and the arena while Tiaho didn’t even look fazed. Before Edwin could land on his butt and be disqualified the slowbro slid a foot forward and met the small TImburr with an open palm thrust… as Edwin suddenly became a punch propelled rocket right out of the arena as Akagi leaned a little to the left and let him fly past him to smack into a wall.
“Edwin is out of the ring!”
Ignoring the refs call Timmy lumbered forward, launching into arm thrusts at Tiaho trying to drive them into his sides to knock him off balance. Though he might as well have been punching a mountain made of gelatin for all the good it did as Taiho didn’t budge. Finally he reached forward and caught one the strikes before hauling Timmy off his feet by his arm, rotating him in midair, and powerbombing him back to the ground with enough force the chubby makuhita literally bounce before landing tummy down in a small heap. Once again the ref shouted.
“Timmy has fallen!”
There was a temporary silence in the ring as Taiho and Masao just stared each other down for a moment… before the Throh suddenly rushed forward slamming his full weight into Taiho’s gut. The slowbro didn’t budge but before he could grab Masao the Throw locked his hands around the side of the belt of Taiho’s Mawashi and began to try and rock the psychic/water type back and forth to get him off balance, shoving against him for good measure. This caught Taiho off guard for a second… before he gave an even bigger grin and grabbed Masao’s belt right back, starting to try and haul the fighting type up into the air.
There was a brief power struggle as Masao tried to trip Taiho, threw his weight around, and struggled to try and tip and throw the huge slowbro… but in the end he was just too far out of his power and weight class as he was slowly hauled off his feet by Taiho. Before he could throw him though Masao lashed out and grabbed onto Taiho’s head and arm in a lock and clung fast, kicking and throwing his weight against him with even more effort. Taiho’s grin just got bigger as this didn’t seem to faze him at all. After a moment of enduring this with little effort he flexed his arm and broke free of the lock, grabbed Masao, and hurled him to the ground back first where he crashed down hard.
“Masao has fallen! The winner is Taiho!”
The crowd cheered loudly as Akagi pocketed his black book and got back up. That went about as expected, Edwin and Timmy did the same stupidity they’d done in the hall incident and had been down in seconds. Meaning Paulie owed him some money. Masao had done a better showing at least… and it was always good to know where a mon of Taiho’s obvious strength and endurance was for future reference. Akagi watched the medical team haul off Timmy and Edwin as Masao picked himself back up and begrudgingly accepted a handshake from Taiho. Since their reputation was already poor this couldn’t make it any worse…
To be honest the only downside would be Edwin’s tantrum when he woke back up.
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Taiho stretched slightly as he slowly left the arena, he’d tried to have a brief talk with Masao afterwards… but the guy seemed more interested in saying there’d be a rematch and he’d be the winner then actually listening to him. After that he’d considered seeing if the ref would let him borrow the microphone for a moment to talk about Poke-Sumo to the audience but he’d seen most of them had gone on and the few left were making comments about his Mawashi. Oh he didn’t mind to be honest, he’d gotten used to that a long time ago, but it usually meant they weren’t interested in what he had to say so he’d opted not to bother.
He’d just go back to the lockers, change, and after that he’d consider how to spend the rest of the day. Maybe there was a good place for hotpot somewhere in Viridian. Pushing open the locker room door he paused, hearing two voices as well as motion in there… which wasn’t quite so odd. The fact one of these voices was female in a boys locker room though was, but beyond them it seemed empty. He figured he’d just grab his bag, put his pants on, and be gone before he could bother them. No need to trouble whoever they were any…
“I don’t see why you insist on changing, you look cute in your costume!”
“You KNOW that thing is embarrassing! And I dun knu why you’re in here!”
“In case you need help… like last time.”
“The zipper got stuck that wasn’t my fault!”
One of them was a reedy child’s voice and the other was a deep, older sounding girl voice… siblings maybe? He wasn’t going to write the child’s voice off as a kid since he knew there were some tiny, child-like teens (or at least he’d heard rumors there were) here at the PCA. Shrugging he decided it wasn’t really his business so he just rounded the corner to get at the locker he’d stowed his pants and gym bag in… and found himself looking right at these mystery people.
One of them was a tall, well-muscled, and (though he didn’t have much to go on past looks) beautiful kangaskhan girl wearing… an unusual outfit. Baby blue and white with a short skirt and what looked like an apron. She resembled some kind of housewife or nanny to be honest but he wasn’t sure if that was her intention or not. Next to her was obviously one of those child-like teens that he’d heard about. A tiny teddiursa boy who looked like something you’d see in a commercial trying to convince you to buy the newest toy for your toddler. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.
As he’d rounded the corner the teddiursa boy had been in the motions of pulling his overalls up and before he had Taiho had seen what looked like a flash of color and something that wasn’t regular underwear or boxers. He’d briefly considered that it might be diapers… but he mentally laughed that idea off for sounding stupid since there’s no way a teen at the PCA of all places would be wearing those, even if he looked like that. Maybe it was a Mawashi then? There was a chance it could be…
Quickly stepping back out of view he considered this possibility, thankful he was really quiet when he moved even if he was slow since they seemed too busy talking with each other to notice him. If it was a Mawashi then maybe Poke-Sumo wasn’t quite as unknown in Kanto as he’d though. The idea made him feel positively giddy… but he wasn’t going to just rush ahead with it. He could be very wrong. First off he’d have to find out who this mystery Teddiursa was… so he’d probably best try to ask right now before they left.
As he heard the locker room door open and them leave he smacked his forehead. They hadn’t seen him so if he did rush out and try to catch them it’d be a whole new world of weird and awkward. Sighing he resumed heading to the locker… he’d just have to try to find one of them later. Maybe he could ask around… but he wasn’t too optimistic about it to be honest.
Really, with all the other unique people running around how well known would a “Tall kangaskhan and a tiny teddiursa” really be?
To Be Continued…
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