>>16912786Nothing remains of Kingler by the end of the battle except for his eyes. You don't like eating the eyes, they keep staring at you and that's just nasty.
Once again, a now-exhausted announcer enters the ring. There's no need for the referee to check if the eyes are still able to fight, they're rolled over.
"Wow...I cannot believe it...That is THE first time anyone has EVER defeated Kingler! Y'know barring the champion of the ring! Speaking of which, isn't it about how time we meet the BIG 'OL douche himself and see how he's doing?"
The champion is the only remaining fighter left that the audience has respect for aside from you, they cheer relentlessly, demanding that he show his face.
Your profits have exceeded $100,000,000 which translates to 750,000 Pokedollars and two cents, trainer jew tax restrictions ignored.
"AAAAAAAAAAAND NOW...THE ONLY IMPORTANT FIGHT THAT'LL HAPPEN TONIGHT, THE ONE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR TO SEE... WE'LL WATCH THE CHAMP TAKE ON THE GREAT TWIG-SNAPPER! WHO WILL WIN? WHO WILL FALL?"
The audience goes absolutely bonkers. A shadow enters the fight club, wearing a King's Rock, a robe, and tricked-out golden knuckles that spell out "SUC | KIT"
The words, "YOUR ASS IS GRASS, AND I'M GONNA MOW IT." are stitched onto the back of his robe.
He slips into the ring.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIN THIS COOOOOOORNER.....YOU KNOW HIM AS THE PEST FROM THE WEST, THE KING OF THE PEN, THE DOUCHIEST DOUCHE THAT EVER DOUCHED, THIS MAN NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION... "
The lights turn on.
