Term One Rex

Shipwreck looks around the room and nods. 
    "The energy is crazy here, tons of thoughts. The battle is going to be good." From the shape Shipwreck's beak makes, you can assume he is smiling at the thought. 


  The anticipated patrons of the stands shuffle to their seats as a band lights up the stage. The thrumming of hard guitar and double bass drum kits can be heard for miles. A man dressed in black and white walks towards the center of the stage, as a microphone dances down from the ceiling.


    “Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for a clash of two titans? These two superstar’s names can be heard ringing from every mouth in the Pokémon world. Coming in first is our school’s challenger Vanessa Lynn owner and champion of the Dewford Gym.”


    Spotlights strike an archway as a figure begins to ascend into the stage. Coming into light her vibrant red hair reflects off the incoming lights. Her tight black pants and jacket reveal a tight physique that appears hardened from years of dedication to the art of combat. Her expression resembles that of a tiger awaiting its prey. The woman breaks into a jog before hurdling into the air with a succession of front handsprings and somersaults directly into the stage. She makes a few laps around the stage throwing her arms up. With each swing, the crowd roars louder. The ref makes a calming motion and motions towards the other entrance.
Vanessa

    “Making his way to the ring now is the man who hardly needs an introduction here at Ragnarok. The man who has triumphed above all here at this establishment. The powerful, the indiscernible champion of us all…ZANE NOBLE.”
 Zane

    The music slows to a soft whimsical melody as a man clad in dark begins to stride into the spotlight. His jet-black hair barely reaching his ears, a crooked smile set upon his face as he looks up to the audience. Crossing his left leg over his right he takes a bow and opens his arms to the now jeering crowd. Making his final steps onto the stage he sheds his dark coat and his physique is clearer to make out. His proportionate physique is offset by his rather large bi and triceps. The ref comes forward once the two settle across from each other. The air is electric as the two reaches for their companions on their belts.


    “Alright ladies and gentlemen the stage is set but let’s not forget this isn’t just a singleton, but a three versus three bout. What? You thought I was done there, did I mention it was in a steel cage? This is Vanessa Lynn after all folks.”


    Barely skipping a beat, a large rectangular cage drops around the fighters. A ding is heard as the two jump back and unleash the monsters inside. From Zane’s corner, a sword and shield appear floating next to him at the ready. While Vanessa sends out a large blue toad with protruding claws on each forehand. The two instantly clash, but as they lock in combat as do their fearless trainers. Vanessa rushes in quick and unleashes a flurry of blows. Zane is quicker than one would think being able to aptly dodge most the attacks while being able to counter them punch for punch it would seem. On the Pokémon end the blade glows bright and creates an illusory larger blade striking down on the toad, only to be caught in the clutches of the beast and quickly sucker punched into the blades hilt. The sword floats backwards awkwardly but is able to retaliate with an onslaught of slashes aimed at various parts of the body. Blood begins to spew from the opponent as the cuts appear deep. Falling to a knee the toad bows down, as the blade moves forward to deliver the coup de grace a smirk can be seen if only for a second. With a flying uppercut, the once downtrodden victim knocks out the blade.

    Turning to check on his fallen comrade Zane receives a direct kick to the ribs from Vanessa. Wheeling around he quickly returns and dispatches his next Pokémon. This time revealing what appears to a large flaming moth. The creature waste no time setting the stage ablaze. The amphibians skin dries quickly and passes out from the fiery intensity. Vanessa tumbles over and recovers her Pokémon and empties out her next gladiator. This time an aqua jackal takes the field, with a brilliant array of colors he summons an orb and fires it at the moth.

This goes on for some time, the fire and the fox dancing in the heat of battle, as Vanessa and Zane trade blows. Low kicks, volleys of punches, and the like. The sound of bone hitting bone echoes through the crowd, barely audible over the massive cheering. With a final shot the fox summons a massive bone club from thin air and charges the wall of flame. Splitting himself into three with pure speed he rushes in, landing a successful final blow to the moth. Zane attempts a flip kick towards the jaw of Vanessa but is quickly met with a chop to his shin. Limping off from the force he calls back his moth and chucks his final ball at the heavy breathing fox. A fresh rival appears, this time in the shape of a dragon. With a mighty roar, the blue and red dragon grapples the fox. His final gambit clearly taking its toll, he collapses after a few minutes of combat.

    Spitting some blood to the side, Vanessa smiles once more and without skipping a beat sends out her ace. The four-armed titan comes out swinging. Zane for some unknown reason begins to laugh. Running his hand through his hair he reveals a wicked grin. Disengaging from the bout he jumps behind his dragon and with a final command a rush of draconian aura fills the stage. A rush of wind gusts through the crowd, however as the dust settles the image is clear. Vanessa is laying beneath an unconscious monster struggling to get free as Zane rides atop his dragon.


    “And there you have it folks, I barely have sound in my ear, and I think my leg is broke but the winner here has been decided. Let’s see if the champ has any words on this tremendous victory.”

Zane lands his dragon on the center stage and hops off to take the microphone.


    “Thank you, ref, but the outcome was obvious the moment you made me enter this fight. I’m the best here, there, anywhere. I’m the next champion, I simply can’t lose to someone who runs a gym.” With his final word, he drops the mic and walks off, picking up his jacket the last thing you see is the gold flash from his cuffs as he throws his hand back nonchalantly.

    Throughout the match Randall appeared to be cheering for whoever looked to be winning at the time. However examining Shipwreck, he seemed enthralled with Zane's Sword and Shield, making slashing motions with his own hands when the sword would attack. Examining the fighting styles it would appear that Vanessa was something close to Kyusho Jitsu, A marital art mainly focused on disabling and manipulating pressure points. She seemed to a have a clean mix of Muy Thai and Kick Boxing thrown in as well. Zane's style was nothing remnant that Rex could pin down. 

    Randall nods at your statement and gets up to head out. 

    "I'm sure their will be killer battles happening tonight for all the adrenaline and hype surrounding this event! Lets go try and catch some."

Shipwreck pumps up his tentacles into a muscle shape and nods at the idea of battle.
Randall gives a big thumbs up and begins running off.

"Come on Rex, lets find some dudes to take down."

You and Randall find a crowd quickly gathering about a mile outside the venue. A large circle is made of students ranging from various ranks. You make out mostly blue like yourself, but a few red and yellow are sprinkled in as well.

A man steps forward and motions for a circle to make.

"Alright people lets get some things started, lets see by a show of hands who wants to do this shit. Alright 1...2...3...4...." He keeps counting and his eyes fall on you.