Biceps vs. Vines! The Power of Our Blows Rings to the Very Heavens Above Us: An Awesome Battle!
Who: Max and Vinnie and Friends
What: A Gentleman's Spar
Where: Smash Academy Stadium
When: Tuesday, November 9th
Warnings: Violence. Swearing. Swearing violence. Violence swears.
It was the day. The day that that guy who was sort of a jerk was finally ready to fight. He'd got back with Bulba just the other day. And now Max was going to wipe the floor with him. Max looked forward to this. He always loved showing off and beating the crud out of things. And this Vinnie guy clearly needed to be knocked down a peg or two, to be shown who was mas macho around here (correct answer: Max). He hadn't fought anybody since he sparred against Falcon. (Which Max had totally won, he was technically standing up for like a whole three seconds longer than Falcon was).
It must have been fate, dear reader, for this day, Max had run out of tank tops, save for one. A very special tank top given to him by his old roommate, Gold. A black tank top with a bright orange charizard on the front. There was probably nothing better in the entire world for Max to wear to beat up a Venusaur than this.
He stood in front of the stage selection device, waiting for Douchebag McVinewhip to show up. He had his arms crossed in front of him, obscuring from view the delightful pokemans, his chest mostly hidden from view by forearms the size of hams. Oh yeah and a there's some sort of bright orange giant metal pipe strapped to his back, too, that looks like it probably weighs a couple hundred pounds.
What, imposing? Max? Nah.
What: A Gentleman's Spar
Where: Smash Academy Stadium
When: Tuesday, November 9th
Warnings: Violence. Swearing. Swearing violence. Violence swears.
It was the day. The day that that guy who was sort of a jerk was finally ready to fight. He'd got back with Bulba just the other day. And now Max was going to wipe the floor with him. Max looked forward to this. He always loved showing off and beating the crud out of things. And this Vinnie guy clearly needed to be knocked down a peg or two, to be shown who was mas macho around here (correct answer: Max). He hadn't fought anybody since he sparred against Falcon. (Which Max had totally won, he was technically standing up for like a whole three seconds longer than Falcon was).
It must have been fate, dear reader, for this day, Max had run out of tank tops, save for one. A very special tank top given to him by his old roommate, Gold. A black tank top with a bright orange charizard on the front. There was probably nothing better in the entire world for Max to wear to beat up a Venusaur than this.
He stood in front of the stage selection device, waiting for Douchebag McVinewhip to show up. He had his arms crossed in front of him, obscuring from view the delightful pokemans, his chest mostly hidden from view by forearms the size of hams. Oh yeah and a there's some sort of bright orange giant metal pipe strapped to his back, too, that looks like it probably weighs a couple hundred pounds.
What, imposing? Max? Nah.