Nothing says machismo like sissies swapping blows
Who: Tony and Marie
What: Tony vs Marie
Where: Stadium, of course!
When: Uh... when the spars were happening. :|b (I'll edit this with real info later)
Warnings: BUT I'M NEEERRVOUS
( forget biceps and vines, this is where the manliness gets real )
What: Tony vs Marie
Where: Stadium, of course!
When: Uh... when the spars were happening. :|b (I'll edit this with real info later)
Warnings: BUT I'M NEEERRVOUS
( forget biceps and vines, this is where the manliness gets real )
Hey! Tony knew what that Pokemon was. Squirtle! He was getting pretty good at this recognition thing. Thank you, Pokemon Studies class! Ah, but now was not the time to be patting himself on the back for something like that! He should be readying himself for the match.
...Suddenly, any courage he may have collected over that brief meeting had flown away. Oh gosh they were really about to do it. And he might get hurt. No, he was going to get hurt. No matter how cute Marie was, he knew that any Pokemon could do serious damage! No, no, he told himself. No more frantic thoughts! If he wanted to do this right, he should calm and focus himself!
The stage changed on its own, and honestly, Tony had forgotten all about stages for a moment, as he was too busy eying Marie for any signs of him launching a first strike. He let out a rather undignified yelp as he nearly fell flat on his butt. Snow! Ice! Wind chill! FAMILIAR TERRAIN?! Well... sort of. The countdown began, and it was at that moment that the nervous combatant began slowly reaching for the hilt near his waist, biting his lip all the while. Here... goes...
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