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Victor.

Story 2/3(?) to the PCL-Fuchsia introductory arc.","writing":"The Offer\n\nA PokeCombat League story by Micah Weil\n\n\tThe new season was months away. Combat league fans were anxious, all biting at the bit to watch their favorite fighters beat each other senseless. With no ranked matches to be had, and the big Indigo Ring match over, the public was starved for something. \n\n\tAnything.\n\n\tIt was exhibition match season once more.\n\n\tThe dome was alive that night. Situated outside the Fuchsia Wildlife Preserve, the PokeCombat league dome was easily the most recognizable landmark in town. The parking lot that night was full, cars packed in as deep as they could get them. Even outside, the roar of the crowd was loud and clear.\n\n\tAxel could hear them from the locker room. It filled him with an almost child-like glee. Like everyone else going into that arena tonight, he loved the exhibition season. It was the fighters' relaxation period, a time to cut loose and have fun. Everyone had some barely legal combat maneuver that would get them thrown off the season boards if they dared used them, and the toy companies were always looking for something new for the next season's toy line.\n\n\tThe benches outside of the big double doors were where he found himself, along with several other fighters. With the usual amounts of competitiveness during the season, it was nice to be able to sit back, relax, and chat while you waited your turn. \n\n\tIt was \"you pick the fight\" night. The heads had run a campaign during the Indigo title match, asking the public to pick who they wanted to see fight that night. He knew, as a result, there was an energetic vigoroth by the name of Kwee-quay waiting at the other staging area to pound on him. He knew it was going to be a workout.\n\n\t\"Axel!\" Dante, as he knew him, was a friend of his, and a constant thorn in his career's side. The houndour approached him with the smug smirk the mightyena knew him for. \"How goes?\"\n\n\t\"Waiting on my turn,\" Axel replied. “Chillin' out. What's up?”\n\n\t\"I heard your brother took the job.\" The other fighters started to gossip amongst themselves. Everyone knew that Glenn had been offered a job on the dome staff. This was the first anyone had heard about an answer.\n\n\t\"Yeah. Figured that he had enough experience cleaning theaters and being in locker rooms from school that the locker room monkey was a fine idea. It keeps him happy.\"\n\n\t“What?!” The lairon three spots down got up, a bit shocked. “You mean that kid that-”\n\n\t“That 'kid' is my brother.” Axel looked up at Dante, who started cracking his knuckles.\n\n\tIt got the steel type to sit down. “He's really good at his job. I didn't know.”\n\n\tDante laughed and returned his attention to Axel. \"He run into Tango yet?\"\n\n\t\"Not yet, thankfully.\" The dark type rubbed his neck, uncomfortable with the thought. \"I am not looking forward to that day. Tango is relentless, and Glenn...\" \n\n\t“Is like his brother?”\n\n\t\"I can hear it now. 'Why yes, I'm certain you could beat me in a fight. You are twice my size, have several years of experience more than I do, and half as much brain mass to accommodate those muscles of yours.' The next thing you know, he's running away from a very angry charizard as we all try to put the dome out.\"\n\n\t\"Does dickitude run in the family, then?\" Dante asked with a laugh.\n\n\t\"It's a different flavor. Glenn knows how to push the right buttons.\" He smirked. \"Why the sudden interest in him? He's just the locker attendant.\" \n\n\tDante handed him a folded sheet of paper. \"Our illustrious chairman's idea.\" Axel was quick to open the paper up and read.\n\n\"Sibling Scrap! As there are so many PCL members with older and younger sibs, we thought it would be fun to see if the fighting spirit runs in the blood. Speak with Aimee if you and your sibling wish to participate in an upcoming tag team match.\"\n\n\t\"They are relentless!\" He shook his head and handed the paper back to him. His visage of seriousness cracked seconds later; he found himself laughing uproariously. \"Oh Arceus! I know how this is going to go.\"\n\n\tDante stood before him. \"You gonna ask Glenn?\"\n\n\t\"I'm not going to have to! I bet you dinner that either Aimee or Alphonse are personally going to offer the opportunity the match to him.\"\n\n\t\"And?\"\n\n\t\"He's going to tell them no. Probably going to end up being rude about it. He does not like being asked to fight, and if that were any simpler-\"\n\n\t\"Kwee-Quay would get it.\" The houndour shook his head. \"I just hope Glenn doesn't overdo it. He just started.”\n\n\tGlenn watched the monitor inside the locker room. As Locker Room monkey, this part of the evening was the slowest. It was still the first match, and everyone was already suited up an ready to go. They only let the next three matches sit out in the staging area. The billing was packed that night, and so was the locker room. He stood amidst some of the biggest knuckleheads he'd ever seen, some of which cheered at the blows on the screen. They even patted him on the back; it almost made him feel like he was welcome.\n\n\t\"Patrick!\" he called out. \"Gregorio! You two should get to the stage doors. Axel and Kwee are about to go on. \" The two fighters, a bisharp and a gallade, nodded to him and headed out of the locker room. “Sven, Moho, you two get ready as well. Lord knows how quick a match that's gonna be.”\n\n\tMoho, a hariyama of extra size, stomped past him with a smile. “Confident in your brother's work?”\n\n\t“Not so much as I'm confident that Kwee's a bit more of a loose cannon and a showboat.” He smirked and slugged Moho's offered palm. “Knock 'em dead.” \n\n\t“Appreciate the hand, young one,” he rumbled.\n\n\tGlenn stepped past the fighter as he proceeded over to the first aid cases. The fight was pretty brutal, and he knew the aftermath was not going to be fun. There were bandages and ointment to double check on, and towels to gather up. All in all, he had a keen idea on how it must have been for Athena to deal with the team.\n\n\t\"You run a tight ship here. Ever consider being a trainer?\"\n\n\tThe voice was quite familiar, one that killed his semi-good mood. He didn't look as he laid out the towels. \"Briefly, sir,\" he said, a seriousness hitting his voice. \"That's not my gig, though.\"\n\n\tAll four arms crossed the suited machamp's chest. \"Being a towel boy is, though.\"\n\n\t\"It's good, honest money, sir.\" He cracked open one of the first aid kits and did a running count. \"We're gonna need more antiseptic, by the way. The poison type moves have been running rampant again.\"\n\n\t\"I'll let Aimee know.\" He relaxed again. \"And don't call me sir, Glenn. It makes me feel old.\"\n\n\tGlenn looked at him, wondering why the machamp would whine like he just had. \"Alphonse doesn't exactly roll off the tongue,\" he responded with a smirk.\n\n\t\"Call me Al.\"\n\n\t“That works.”\n\n\tAlphonse patted him on the back. \"Been getting a lot of good words from the fighters about you. Enjoying the matches from here?\"\n\n\t\"They're about as interesting to me as the season matches. Don't particularly care for 'em.\" He grabbed one of the towels just as the doors of the locker room opened. The jolteon walking in had it hefted in his direction. Having just left the ring, with the adrenaline wearing off, it ended up on his head. The electric type grumbled before moving into the showers. “And now...”\n\n\tA badly beaten poliwrath dragged himself in and sat down on the bench. The mightyena looked him over \"Jaiden still fighting dirty?\" he asked as he started wrapping one of the smaller wounds.\n\n\t\"Yeah, so what if he does? It was still a good fight.\"\n\n\t\"Brutes, the whole lot of ya.\" He finished wrapping the wound and checked the water type over for more. \"Gonna get yourselves hurt seriously if you're not careful. For now, you're good. Go shower and head on up to the doctor to get a full check out.\"\n\n\t\"Thanks.\" He got up and offered a polite nod to Alphonse as he headed towards the back.\n\n\t\"That wasn't very nice, Glenn.\"\n\n\t\"Doesn't make it any less true.\" He turned to watch the monitors. The fight had already started, and already, Kwee-Quay had been knocked into the air. \"See?\"\n\n\t\"Mmm.\" He shook his head. “Your brother's form is getting better.”\n\n\tGlenn was not amused. \"Out with it, Al. You came down here for a reason.\"\n\n\t\"You'd make a great fighter with that sort of observation.\" He pulled a folded up piece of paper and handed it to the mightyena. He watched the young male glance over it before placing it back in his mighty hand. \"Didn't think so.\"\n\n\t\"So why bother?\"\n\n\t\"Anything worth doing.\" He smiled. \"If you change your mind, you know where to find me.\" He watched the monitor as Glenn knocked Kwee up into the air again, and brought him down to the mat fiercely. \"That's a match ender.\"\n\n\t\"That's my brother,\" Glenn sighed, getting the towel ready.\n\n\tThe evening wound down around midnight. The party in the locker room wore out as even the fighters were deciding to call it a night. Glenn started sending them back home, be it their apartments, their hotel rooms, or even the bar if he had to. At some point, Axel tugged him by the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze. \"Time to go, buddy boy.\" \n\n\tGlenn yawned and nodded. A couple of good nights were passed around as they left the locker room. “See you guys later.”\n\n\t\"Hey Axel.\" Dante was waiting outside for him, his match having ended a while ago. \"And Glenn. It's, indeed, a good evening.\"\n\n\t\"Hello,\" Glenn said wearily. \"I don't believe we've met.\"\n\n\t\"They call me Dante. I'm your brother's only friend here.\" He smirked as Axel slugged his arm. \"Long night?\"\n\n\t\"Enough sweat and testosterone to make ya wanna turn straight,\" Glenn scoffed. \"C'mon. There's a pillow out there waiting for me, and I don't feel like standing it up.\" He shuffled down the hallway.\n\n\tDante looked at Axel. \"Straight?\"\n\n\t\"Best avoid it for right now, Dante.\" He followed after his brother. \"Al paid a visit, didn't he?\"\n\n\tGlenn stopped. \"Mr. Milson did, yes. I turned down his offer to fight.\"\n\n\tAxel winced. \"Please tell me you were polite.\"\n\n\t\"He gave me my job. Besides, Jaiden and Amingo were swinging on in. I didn't have time to be rude.\" He sighed. \"I am getting a headache just thinking about it. Let's call it a night and discuss it tomorrow. Over coffee.\"\n\n\t\"Sounds like a plan to me.\" Dante offered his hand. \"See you then?\"\n\n\t\"Tomorrow.\" He took the hand and gave it a shake. The houndour smiled, turned, and headed back toward the locker room. Glenn looked at his brother. \"C'mon. I need to curb stomp the Sandman on his home turf.\"\n\n\t“Now you're speaking like one of us.”\n\n\t“Shut up or I'll drag you out into the arena and give the stragglers an Aurock-on-Aurock beatdown.”\n\n\t“And give Alphonse what he wants?” Axel smirked.\n\n\t“...shut up.”\n\n\tThe PCL required a bulletin board be placed by the entrances, should there be any announcements from the league. It was the first thing staff and fighters saw as they came in. As luck would have it, it was now blocked by the biggest charizard Glenn had ever seen. He was tired and wanted to shove his way past, but his brother was quick to stop him. It clicked; this had to be the mythical Tango. Even in his impaired state, he knew to keep quiet.\n\n\t\"What do you mean you're not going to fight?!\" The charizard roared. \"I already signed us up!\"\n\n\tPast him, rubbing his arm and looking at the floor, was a charmeleon. The matching fatigue outfits made him wonder. \"I'm not fighting, Tango,\" he said, a sour tone to his voice. \"Your gig, not mine.\"\n\n\tTango growled and punched him square in the jaw. \"You're going to fight in that sibling scrap. We are going to win this.\"\n\n\t\"You are going to win this pointless fight.\" He rubbed the spot that was struck. \"You want to prove you're the best at this piddly shit.\" \n\n\tGlenn smirked; he saw himself in fire lizard form. Tango slugged the charmeleon again. The smile dissolved as he realized how similar this was. He stepped forward, only to be grabbed by Axel and pulled back once more.\n\n\t\"You're my brother. We're cut from the same cloth. You want to win as much as I do.\"\n\n\t\"Geeze,\" Axel whispered to Glenn, trying to keep his younger brother calm. \"Did I sound like that in my hayday?\"\n\n\tThe charmeleon rubbed his mouth. \"Yeah, I wanna win. At something I wanna do. Something worthwhile.\"\n\n\tTango snorted. \"And fighting isn't? What are you, some sort of faggot?\" \n\n\tThe inky black orb slammed into Tango's back. It knocked him off balance, almost sending him to the ground. \"Who did that?\" He growled as he spun around to waste his attacker. \n\n\t\"You know, Glenn, I am really starting to regret teaching you how to do that,\" Axel winced. Glenn's focus was on the charizard, his hands still raised and aimed at his target.\n\n\t“Aurocks?” Tango straightened himself up and grinned. He approached with a slow lumber, folding his wings delicately behind him. \"So, this is your good little brother, Axel?\"\n\n\t\"It's Glenn, to you,\" the younger mightyena growled.\n\n\t\"All right. All right. Glenn. Say, aren't you the new locker monkey that all the plebs are singing praises about?\"\n\n\t\"Yeah. That's right.\"\n\n\t\"Heh.\" He looked at Axel. \"Guess you got all the good genes. Doesn't say much, Aurock, but at least you're not a towel boy.\" He laughed, small flames licking off his lips.\n\n\t\"It's good, honest work,\" Axel said. \"It's what he wants to do right now.\"\n\n\t\"That's fine.\" He turned away. \"If you wanna be a failure.\" Glenn stepped forward, his extremely poor decision to assault the charizard stopped by a frantic grab by his brother. \"I'd ask if you two were going to be in the sib scrap, but what good is a towel boy in the ring?\" He pushed past the charmeleon. \"Let's go, Victor.\" \n\n\tThe charmeleon looked at the two. Glenn caught his gaze and saw the pain. The comment, the one that set Glenn off, cut deeper than he was letting on.\n\n\tThe piles of paperwork that sat neatly on Alphonse's desk went scattering as Glenn slammed the doors to his office office open. He couldn't help but sigh and put the numerous things he was working on down. “Hello, Glenn.” \n\n\tGlenn walked in, his grace tempered with his anger. \"Where do I sign?\n\n\t“Sign?”\n\n\t“I'm in for your little sibling freak show.\"\n\n\t\"Good! I can work with that.\" He grabbed a couple of forms to start filling out. \n\n\t“On one condition.”\n\n\tHe set the paperwork down before him. \"What is the condition?\"\n\n\t\"He wants to fight Tango.\" Axel stood in the doorway, hesitant to enter. \"He saw him beating on his brother, who he's forcing to fight.\"\n\n\tAl frowned. \"That's unacceptable. I'll have to have them stripped from the roster.\"\n\n\t\"No.\" Glenn's answer shocked the both of them. \"Tango wants to be a bully. He needs some sense smacked into him.\" He leaned on the desk, hands on either side of Al's name plate. \"I'm gonna be the one to do it.\"\n\n\t\"Or you're not getting into the ring.\"\n\n\t\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\t\"You know Tango is one of the worst brutes we have here. Mean, vicious, and an ego the size of a wailord. Are you sure you wanna go up against him?\" He looked over at Axel. \"I know you've seen his fights with your brother.\"\n\n\t\"That's the thing. Here, he has rules that he has to follow, or he's out, right? I can't imagine what he's doing to his brother. Just because I went through with it doesn't mean he has to.\"\n\n\t\"Victor?\" Al frowned again. \"I can still disqualify him.\"\n\n\t\"With what proof? The word of a towel boy?\"\n\n\t\"We've done worse with less.\" He filled out a few bits on the forms and slid them over to Glenn. He signed where indicated. Axel scampered over and signed as well. \"Come in for your physical tomorrow. The event is set for the end of the month, so you should be able to get in some training.\" He put the paperwork aside. \"Thank you for accepting this. We've never had a PCA graduate in our ring here in Fuchsia.\" Glenn didn't say anything. His expression didn't even flinch. “Go home and get some rest. You look exhausted.”\n\n\t“I'll see you later this week.” He turned away and headed for the door. Within moments, Axel was left alone with Alphonse.\n\n\t\"You sure it's okay to let him in the ring?\" Axel asked. \"Yeah, he's a PCA grad, but...\"\n\n\t\"I am sure, Axel. I would not have made him this offer if I wasn't sure.\" He smiled. \"The PCL just needs some new life. I think he'll do nicely.\"\n\n\tAxel's expression soured. \"You're planning something. You always get this way when you do.\" He turned and headed for the door. \"Don't you even think of hurting my little brother.\"\n\n\t\"Furthest thing from my mind.\" He watched as he was waved off dismissively and went to his computer. Aimee needed to know what was going on.\n\nEND\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The Offer

A PokeCombat League story by Micah Weil

\tThe new season was months away. Combat league fans were anxious, all biting at the bit to watch their favorite fighters beat each other senseless. With no ranked matches to be had, and the big Indigo Ring match over, the public was starved for something.

\tAnything.

\tIt was exhibition match season once more.

\tThe dome was alive that night. Situated outside the Fuchsia Wildlife Preserve, the PokeCombat league dome was easily the most recognizable landmark in town. The parking lot that night was full, cars packed in as deep as they could get them. Even outside, the roar of the crowd was loud and clear.

\tAxel could hear them from the locker room. It filled him with an almost child-like glee. Like everyone else going into that arena tonight, he loved the exhibition season. It was the fighters' relaxation period, a time to cut loose and have fun. Everyone had some barely legal combat maneuver that would get them thrown off the season boards if they dared used them, and the toy companies were always looking for something new for the next season's toy line.

\tThe benches outside of the big double doors were where he found himself, along with several other fighters. With the usual amounts of competitiveness during the season, it was nice to be able to sit back, relax, and chat while you waited your turn.

\tIt was "you pick the fight" night. The heads had run a campaign during the Indigo title match, asking the public to pick who they wanted to see fight that night. He knew, as a result, there was an energetic vigoroth by the name of Kwee-quay waiting at the other staging area to pound on him. He knew it was going to be a workout.

\t"Axel!" Dante, as he knew him, was a friend of his, and a constant thorn in his career's side. The houndour approached him with the smug smirk the mightyena knew him for. "How goes?"

\t"Waiting on my turn," Axel replied. “Chillin' out. What's up?”

\t"I heard your brother took the job." The other fighters started to gossip amongst themselves. Everyone knew that Glenn had been offered a job on the dome staff. This was the first anyone had heard about an answer.

\t"Yeah. Figured that he had enough experience cleaning theaters and being in locker rooms from school that the locker room monkey was a fine idea. It keeps him happy."

\t“What?!” The lairon three spots down got up, a bit shocked. “You mean that kid that-”

\t“That 'kid' is my brother.” Axel looked up at Dante, who started cracking his knuckles.

\tIt got the steel type to sit down. “He's really good at his job. I didn't know.”

\tDante laughed and returned his attention to Axel. "He run into Tango yet?"

\t"Not yet, thankfully." The dark type rubbed his neck, uncomfortable with the thought. "I am not looking forward to that day. Tango is relentless, and Glenn..."

\t“Is like his brother?”

\t"I can hear it now. 'Why yes, I'm certain you could beat me in a fight. You are twice my size, have several years of experience more than I do, and half as much brain mass to accommodate those muscles of yours.' The next thing you know, he's running away from a very angry charizard as we all try to put the dome out."

\t"Does dickitude run in the family, then?" Dante asked with a laugh.

\t"It's a different flavor. Glenn knows how to push the right buttons." He smirked. "Why the sudden interest in him? He's just the locker attendant."

\tDante handed him a folded sheet of paper. "Our illustrious chairman's idea." Axel was quick to open the paper up and read.

"Sibling Scrap! As there are so many PCL members with older and younger sibs, we thought it would be fun to see if the fighting spirit runs in the blood. Speak with Aimee if you and your sibling wish to participate in an upcoming tag team match."

\t"They are relentless!" He shook his head and handed the paper back to him. His visage of seriousness cracked seconds later; he found himself laughing uproariously. "Oh Arceus! I know how this is going to go."

\tDante stood before him. "You gonna ask Glenn?"

\t"I'm not going to have to! I bet you dinner that either Aimee or Alphonse are personally going to offer the opportunity the match to him."

\t"And?"

\t"He's going to tell them no. Probably going to end up being rude about it. He does not like being asked to fight, and if that were any simpler-"

\t"Kwee-Quay would get it." The houndour shook his head. "I just hope Glenn doesn't overdo it. He just started.”

\tGlenn watched the monitor inside the locker room. As Locker Room monkey, this part of the evening was the slowest. It was still the first match, and everyone was already suited up an ready to go. They only let the next three matches sit out in the staging area. The billing was packed that night, and so was the locker room. He stood amidst some of the biggest knuckleheads he'd ever seen, some of which cheered at the blows on the screen. They even patted him on the back; it almost made him feel like he was welcome.

\t"Patrick!" he called out. "Gregorio! You two should get to the stage doors. Axel and Kwee are about to go on. " The two fighters, a bisharp and a gallade, nodded to him and headed out of the locker room. “Sven, Moho, you two get ready as well. Lord knows how quick a match that's gonna be.”

\tMoho, a hariyama of extra size, stomped past him with a smile. “Confident in your brother's work?”

\t“Not so much as I'm confident that Kwee's a bit more of a loose cannon and a showboat.” He smirked and slugged Moho's offered palm. “Knock 'em dead.”

\t“Appreciate the hand, young one,” he rumbled.

\tGlenn stepped past the fighter as he proceeded over to the first aid cases. The fight was pretty brutal, and he knew the aftermath was not going to be fun. There were bandages and ointment to double check on, and towels to gather up. All in all, he had a keen idea on how it must have been for Athena to deal with the team.

\t"You run a tight ship here. Ever consider being a trainer?"

\tThe voice was quite familiar, one that killed his semi-good mood. He didn't look as he laid out the towels. "Briefly, sir," he said, a seriousness hitting his voice. "That's not my gig, though."

\tAll four arms crossed the suited machamp's chest. "Being a towel boy is, though."

\t"It's good, honest money, sir." He cracked open one of the first aid kits and did a running count. "We're gonna need more antiseptic, by the way. The poison type moves have been running rampant again."

\t"I'll let Aimee know." He relaxed again. "And don't call me sir, Glenn. It makes me feel old."

\tGlenn looked at him, wondering why the machamp would whine like he just had. "Alphonse doesn't exactly roll off the tongue," he responded with a smirk.

\t"Call me Al."

\t“That works.”

\tAlphonse patted him on the back. "Been getting a lot of good words from the fighters about you. Enjoying the matches from here?"

\t"They're about as interesting to me as the season matches. Don't particularly care for 'em." He grabbed one of the towels just as the doors of the locker room opened. The jolteon walking in had it hefted in his direction. Having just left the ring, with the adrenaline wearing off, it ended up on his head. The electric type grumbled before moving into the showers. “And now...”

\tA badly beaten poliwrath dragged himself in and sat down on the bench. The mightyena looked him over "Jaiden still fighting dirty?" he asked as he started wrapping one of the smaller wounds.

\t"Yeah, so what if he does? It was still a good fight."

\t"Brutes, the whole lot of ya." He finished wrapping the wound and checked the water type over for more. "Gonna get yourselves hurt seriously if you're not careful. For now, you're good. Go shower and head on up to the doctor to get a full check out."

\t"Thanks." He got up and offered a polite nod to Alphonse as he headed towards the back.

\t"That wasn't very nice, Glenn."

\t"Doesn't make it any less true." He turned to watch the monitors. The fight had already started, and already, Kwee-Quay had been knocked into the air. "See?"

\t"Mmm." He shook his head. “Your brother's form is getting better.”

\tGlenn was not amused. "Out with it, Al. You came down here for a reason."

\t"You'd make a great fighter with that sort of observation." He pulled a folded up piece of paper and handed it to the mightyena. He watched the young male glance over it before placing it back in his mighty hand. "Didn't think so."

\t"So why bother?"

\t"Anything worth doing." He smiled. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." He watched the monitor as Glenn knocked Kwee up into the air again, and brought him down to the mat fiercely. "That's a match ender."

\t"That's my brother," Glenn sighed, getting the towel ready.

\tThe evening wound down around midnight. The party in the locker room wore out as even the fighters were deciding to call it a night. Glenn started sending them back home, be it their apartments, their hotel rooms, or even the bar if he had to. At some point, Axel tugged him by the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze. "Time to go, buddy boy."

\tGlenn yawned and nodded. A couple of good nights were passed around as they left the locker room. “See you guys later.”

\t"Hey Axel." Dante was waiting outside for him, his match having ended a while ago. "And Glenn. It's, indeed, a good evening."

\t"Hello," Glenn said wearily. "I don't believe we've met."

\t"They call me Dante. I'm your brother's only friend here." He smirked as Axel slugged his arm. "Long night?"

\t"Enough sweat and testosterone to make ya wanna turn straight," Glenn scoffed. "C'mon. There's a pillow out there waiting for me, and I don't feel like standing it up." He shuffled down the hallway.

\tDante looked at Axel. "Straight?"

\t"Best avoid it for right now, Dante." He followed after his brother. "Al paid a visit, didn't he?"

\tGlenn stopped. "Mr. Milson did, yes. I turned down his offer to fight."

\tAxel winced. "Please tell me you were polite."

\t"He gave me my job. Besides, Jaiden and Amingo were swinging on in. I didn't have time to be rude." He sighed. "I am getting a headache just thinking about it. Let's call it a night and discuss it tomorrow. Over coffee."

\t"Sounds like a plan to me." Dante offered his hand. "See you then?"

\t"Tomorrow." He took the hand and gave it a shake. The houndour smiled, turned, and headed back toward the locker room. Glenn looked at his brother. "C'mon. I need to curb stomp the Sandman on his home turf."

\t“Now you're speaking like one of us.”

\t“Shut up or I'll drag you out into the arena and give the stragglers an Aurock-on-Aurock beatdown.”

\t“And give Alphonse what he wants?” Axel smirked.

\t“...shut up.”

\tThe PCL required a bulletin board be placed by the entrances, should there be any announcements from the league. It was the first thing staff and fighters saw as they came in. As luck would have it, it was now blocked by the biggest charizard Glenn had ever seen. He was tired and wanted to shove his way past, but his brother was quick to stop him. It clicked; this had to be the mythical Tango. Even in his impaired state, he knew to keep quiet.

\t"What do you mean you're not going to fight?!" The charizard roared. "I already signed us up!"

\tPast him, rubbing his arm and looking at the floor, was a charmeleon. The matching fatigue outfits made him wonder. "I'm not fighting, Tango," he said, a sour tone to his voice. "Your gig, not mine."

\tTango growled and punched him square in the jaw. "You're going to fight in that sibling scrap. We are going to win this."

\t"You are going to win this pointless fight." He rubbed the spot that was struck. "You want to prove you're the best at this piddly shit."

\tGlenn smirked; he saw himself in fire lizard form. Tango slugged the charmeleon again. The smile dissolved as he realized how similar this was. He stepped forward, only to be grabbed by Axel and pulled back once more.

\t"You're my brother. We're cut from the same cloth. You want to win as much as I do."

\t"Geeze," Axel whispered to Glenn, trying to keep his younger brother calm. "Did I sound like that in my hayday?"

\tThe charmeleon rubbed his mouth. "Yeah, I wanna win. At something I wanna do. Something worthwhile."

\tTango snorted. "And fighting isn't? What are you, some sort of faggot?"

\tThe inky black orb slammed into Tango's back. It knocked him off balance, almost sending him to the ground. "Who did that?" He growled as he spun around to waste his attacker.

\t"You know, Glenn, I am really starting to regret teaching you how to do that," Axel winced. Glenn's focus was on the charizard, his hands still raised and aimed at his target.

\t“Aurocks?” Tango straightened himself up and grinned. He approached with a slow lumber, folding his wings delicately behind him. "So, this is your good little brother, Axel?"

\t"It's Glenn, to you," the younger mightyena growled.

\t"All right. All right. Glenn. Say, aren't you the new locker monkey that all the plebs are singing praises about?"

\t"Yeah. That's right."

\t"Heh." He looked at Axel. "Guess you got all the good genes. Doesn't say much, Aurock, but at least you're not a towel boy." He laughed, small flames licking off his lips.

\t"It's good, honest work," Axel said. "It's what he wants to do right now."

\t"That's fine." He turned away. "If you wanna be a failure." Glenn stepped forward, his extremely poor decision to assault the charizard stopped by a frantic grab by his brother. "I'd ask if you two were going to be in the sib scrap, but what good is a towel boy in the ring?" He pushed past the charmeleon. "Let's go, Victor."

\tThe charmeleon looked at the two. Glenn caught his gaze and saw the pain. The comment, the one that set Glenn off, cut deeper than he was letting on.

\tThe piles of paperwork that sat neatly on Alphonse's desk went scattering as Glenn slammed the doors to his office office open. He couldn't help but sigh and put the numerous things he was working on down. “Hello, Glenn.”

\tGlenn walked in, his grace tempered with his anger. "Where do I sign?

\t“Sign?”

\t“I'm in for your little sibling freak show."

\t"Good! I can work with that." He grabbed a couple of forms to start filling out.

\t“On one condition.”

\tHe set the paperwork down before him. "What is the condition?"

\t"He wants to fight Tango." Axel stood in the doorway, hesitant to enter. "He saw him beating on his brother, who he's forcing to fight."

\tAl frowned. "That's unacceptable. I'll have to have them stripped from the roster."

\t"No." Glenn's answer shocked the both of them. "Tango wants to be a bully. He needs some sense smacked into him." He leaned on the desk, hands on either side of Al's name plate. "I'm gonna be the one to do it."

\t"Or you're not getting into the ring."

\t"Yes, sir."

\t"You know Tango is one of the worst brutes we have here. Mean, vicious, and an ego the size of a wailord. Are you sure you wanna go up against him?" He looked over at Axel. "I know you've seen his fights with your brother."

\t"That's the thing. Here, he has rules that he has to follow, or he's out, right? I can't imagine what he's doing to his brother. Just because I went through with it doesn't mean he has to."

\t"Victor?" Al frowned again. "I can still disqualify him."

\t"With what proof? The word of a towel boy?"

\t"We've done worse with less." He filled out a few bits on the forms and slid them over to Glenn. He signed where indicated. Axel scampered over and signed as well. "Come in for your physical tomorrow. The event is set for the end of the month, so you should be able to get in some training." He put the paperwork aside. "Thank you for accepting this. We've never had a PCA graduate in our ring here in Fuchsia." Glenn didn't say anything. His expression didn't even flinch. “Go home and get some rest. You look exhausted.”

\t“I'll see you later this week.” He turned away and headed for the door. Within moments, Axel was left alone with Alphonse.

\t"You sure it's okay to let him in the ring?" Axel asked. "Yeah, he's a PCA grad, but..."

\t"I am sure, Axel. I would not have made him this offer if I wasn't sure." He smiled. "The PCL just needs some new life. I think he'll do nicely."

\tAxel's expression soured. "You're planning something. You always get this way when you do." He turned and headed for the door. "Don't you even think of hurting my little brother."

\t"Furthest thing from my mind." He watched as he was waved off dismissively and went to his computer. Aimee needed to know what was going on.

END

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