Fighting Tournament Semifinals

Warning for the text wall ahead, oops.

Yeah, it was called the Ice Arena. Big deal right? How bad could it be? He eventually listened to the nagging of his buddies and brought a pair of shoes (DUDE, there's ICE and stuff, what if you freeze your feet off???), but he STILL didn't expect it to be SO COLD. Shivering uncomfortably before the fight, feet uncomfortably imprisoned in shoes, Katashi glumly surveyed his opponents. He knew Fushishi at least. Living in the same village, and being one of the few people even larger than he was, the Kabuki actor was hard to miss. Katashi had always wanted to see one of his performances, but even before he began the work rebuilding the villages, some disaster or emergency always happened before he could make it to the theater. He felt a little smug as he watched the actor though, who despite his brave face, was starting to wilt a little from the cold. Fushishi's inherent weakness to cold was something Katashi needed to use to his advantage.
And then there was Momoko. The lithe ninja was far more focused than the men, the cold not seeming to affect her at all. And she was so small compared to Katashi and Fushishi. He felt a little wiggling sense of guilt in the pit of his stomach at the thought of whacking her. And she was...well, she was...VERY cute. Katashi silently prayed that she never made continued eye contact with him. His face started to heat up a little at the thought, but he was quickly snapped out of it by the call of the referee for the fighters to enter the arena. Rolling his shoulders in a vain attempt to instill himself with some confidence, Katashi stepped out onto the ice.

And promptly felt the ground slide out from underneath him.

Fortunately after a bit of windmilling around he regained his balance with a huge grin, turning to face his opponents...who were already furiously engaged in battle. Fushishi was firmly planted on the ice, hurtling a Sludge Bomb at Momoko, who was dodging with all the grace of a dancer. Her ninja training taught her to be light on her feet, something her opponents definitely lacked. As Katashi half-ran-half-slid over, she noticed him and with a particularly clever twist, used Fushishi as a launchpad to lay a brutal Aerial Ace on Katashi. The Conkeldurr managed to keep the attack from smashing into his face, but his arm was definitely going to have bruises later. LOTS of bruises. The follow-up Crush Claw to the gut did little to help the situation, driving Katashi to his knees as Momoko flitted off to work on Fushishi again, who was wisely remaining in place and raining a flurry of Magical Leaves on his opponents, all while sporting a confident smile. The crowd let out a bellow of approval.

Fight smart. That's the only way you can do this. Fight smart or you're going to get pounded even harder Stuggling to his feet, Katashi slid over to the Venusaur and Zangoose, finally getting his footing. Katashi knew that he lacked the agility of Momoko and the long-distance attack of Fushishi, but there still had to be some way to win. He just had to think of something. He couldn't win in a desperate struggle like last time. Watching Fushishi duck and swerve to avoid Momoko's attacks gave him an idea. The way the actor's prized long hair fanned out with each movement was of particular interest.

This was going to work.

And it would be glorious.

He knew that there was a definite possibility that his opponents would never forgive him for it, but Katashi had a match to win.

The Conkeldurr skated forward, quickly gaining speedd and aiming for Fushishi's back. He had to go fast, while he was still distracted by Momoko. It would be a disaater if he crashed, but nothing ventured; nothing gained, right? He couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at Fushishi's indignant face as Katashi grabbed his hair and started to pull, his earlier built momentum dragging the Venusaur after him. Momoko slid to a stop, confusion clouding her face, quickly replaced by shock as she understood what was about to happen, desperately trying to turn out of the way. With a triumphant squeal, Katashi drove his feet onto the ice, cracks blossoming under his feet as he whipped Fushishi around sending all 6' 7'' and 220 pounds flying towards the tiny Zangoose. The improvised Venusaur missile hit home, the resulting collision sending both ninja and actor careening into the wall of the arena. Silence fell on the arena as everyone stared at the unusual sight.

Puffing a bit with exertion, Katashi could only smile as the referee made their way over to the downed pokemon, briefly checking them over. You could hear every quite swish of the ref's feet on the ice. Looking like they just got hit with a Stun Spore, the judge drifted back over to Katashi, raised his arm above his head and proclaimed "Zanguusu Misaki Momoko and Aragoto Fushishi have been knocked out! KATASHI HAS WON THE ROUND!"

Still breathless from the fight, Katashi beamed as the crowd roared his name.




The giant dork Katashi is mine: fav.me/d3npg25
The lovely Momoko fav.me/d2w577k She belongs to (who I brutally slaughtered, I'm so sorry I couldn't do her justice)
The exceedingly fluffy Fushishi: fav.me/d79nglk He belongs to (I put him in his more casual outfit like the one seen here: fav.me/d706dm5)