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Side note, I'm renaming the series from \"The Striker\", because thats a silly name! Yes, my first and only full-length story of 2021 is this. I'm sorry, but not sorry :P I hope you all enjoy it though!\n\nStory written by me\nCole the Arcanine owned by my good friend [fa]Nanaki-XIII[/fa] who also helped edit this for me!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "ITS ALMOST THE END OF 2021, AND I HAVE FINALLY POSTED A STORY RIGHT AT THE FUCKING FINISH LINE XD

I won't flood this description here, but I am proud to finally have this done XD it's part 2 of the saga of my PokeSona, Striker the Jolteon! Side note, I'm renaming the series from "The Striker", because thats a silly name! Yes, my first and only full-length story of 2021 is this. I'm sorry, but not sorry :P I hope you all enjoy it though!

Story written by me
Cole the Arcanine owned by my good friend \n\t\t\t\t\tNanaki-XIII who also helped edit this for me!", "writing": "A couple days later, Striker got the chance to meet with Cole again at an exercise gym. Striker practiced on a martial arts dummy, while Cole sat on a bench with a towel and water bottle. The Jolteon took a break to wipe some of the sweat from his brow, and gave Cole a chuckle as he resumed his regimen.\n\n“How come I never see you do any training here?” Striker asked.\n\n“I'm not always looking for a fight like you do.” Cole replied with a shrug. “Besides, my body is naturally fit.” \n\nStriker held his hands up with a smirk. “Natural my ass, dude. You have some sort of regimen. Tell me~”\n\n“...No.” Growled the Acanine with a wry grin, tossing the water bottle to Striker.\n\nStriker rolled his eyes as he drank a decent amount of water, then closed the bottle back up. “Alright, Mr. Difficult. I have something to tell you.”\n\nCole tilted his head inquisitively as Striker pulled his phone out of his tight little exercise shorts and sent a text. Cole's phone pinged and he went to look, checking a text just sent to him from Striker. It was a red square with a QR code that stated ADMISSION TO P.C.L. MONDAY PRIME AUDIENCE, 8/30 SCAN AT GATE, A-12.\n\n“I got you a ticket to the Monday show in two weeks!” The Jolteon exclaimed with a wide grin. “I really want you to see what I have going on there. I'm undefeated so far!”\n\n“...I wouldn't call going two for two when you've only been there for two weeks 'undefeated', Striker.” Cole corrected. “But, thank you. I'll be sure to be there.” \n\nStriker stuck his tongue out at Cole and turned away to beat down the dummy once more. “You better. Otherwise-”\n\n“You're gonna force me down and make me let you ride me or something?” Cole chuckled.\n\nStriker rolled his eyes and laughed. “I was gonna say 'hunt you down and beat you senseless'. But, sure, that works too.”\n\nCole smirked and shot Striker a coy wink. “Whatever you want.”\n\nStriker continued his exercise, blushing with a flustered silence. The two went their separate ways once they finished, so Striker could get to the stadium. After getting a call earlier from the League, he was curious as to what it was about. As he entered the lobby, he saw the Buizel, as usual. However, with him was Callum, the Machamp, who threw all four of his massive arms open upon approaching Striker.\n\n“There you are, my boy!” He greeted. “I have some wonderful news for you!”\n\n“You're going to quit taking whatever makes you so unnaturally peppy?” Striker remarked dryly.\n\n“Hah! No.” The Machamp threw an arm around Striker's shoulder, put one to his own hip, then crossed the other two as he leaned against the shorter Pokemon. “Striker, you've been noticed by one of our League stars. He wants a match with you, so we agreed! As a bonus, it'll be for his Speedster Championship title belt!”\n\nStriker cocked a curious brow at those last words. “Speedster Championship?”\n\n“Oh, you didn't know?” Callum asked. He snapped fingers at the Buizel. “You wanna take this, Torren? You're better at explaining stuff than I am.”\n\n“Er, okay!” The Buizel perked to attention as he was called out. He cleared his throat before explaining to Striker with a small smile. “Our League, in addition to its secret sexual aspect, has six championships that we honor and recognize: our oldest, The Physical Strikes Championship, The Defenders Championship, The Mental Championship, The Mental [i]Block[/i] Championship, The Speedster Championship, and The Double Battlers Championship. Obviously, each one is based on a different statistic of Pokemon physiology. If you're a champion, you can only fight others who specialize in that statistic, based on our metrics.”\n\nCallum nodded along with Torren's explanation. “Bein' an Electric type, you qualify for both the Mental and Speedster belts, which, lucky you, you're getting a shot at the latter.”\n\nStriker stood there in a mild state of confusion before a giant grin splattered onto his face.”Well shit, you idiots had to say!” Striker smacked a fist into his palm. “So! Who am I fighting?”\n\nTorren typed on his computer and pulled up a video, turning his monitor out to let Striker see. Striker approached the desk and saw that Torren had pulled up a recording of a match, involving a Manectric and a Lopunny, both of which were Mega-Evolved, which quickly drew Striker's ire.\n\n“Tauros-shit!” Striker called out. “You can't fucking seriously allow Mega-Evolution!?”\n\n“Mega Evolution and Z Moves, although they originated in Kalos and Alola respectively, are common enough now that they have been easy to study and work around. So, they are legal.” Torren replied calmly.\n\n“...Still bogus, but keep going.” Striker replied flatly.\n\nTorren smirked slightly as he continued. “The current Speedster Champion is the Manectric. His name is Tadou and he's on the third month of his current reign. He's excited to fight you, but I recommend you study his fighting style first. It's very off the wall, it might be difficult for you to beat him.”\n\n“Yeah, we'll see about that!” Striker exclaimed. “Send me that footage so that I can study it then we'll see how I fare against your little speed demon Champ.”\n\n“Sure thing, Mr. Confident.” Torren chuckled.\n\n“Don't go getting in over your head now! If this is a squash, fans are gonna go home disappointed.” Callum chimed in.\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I'd be pretty upset about that too.” Striker quipped dismissively. “Anything else, or can I head out now?”\n\n“Well, we wanted you to meet with our ring announcer and promoter to workshop your new intro, as well as suggest a track or song you wanna use as your entrance.”\n\n“...Yeah, ok, I can do that.” Striker mused, making his way out to meet up with the ring announcer and discuss his presentation for the match. Everything seemed to be falling into place once it was taken care of, leaving him even more excited for his next match. He needed as much time as he could to prepare for his next step to become the Champion.\n\nTwo weeks later, the next episode of Monday Prime went live. Striker arrived at the arena half an hour early to prepare for the match. Glancing up at the arena, he took a deep breath.\n\n“Alright, Striker... you got this. Show them you deserve a shot at the title.” He whispered to himself.\n\nThe Jolteon's face took on a fierce expression as he made his way to the competitors' entrance. As he made his way to the locker room, he was stopped by a blue hand placed on his shoulder. \n\n“'Ey, you,” A gruff voice greeted, “I hear you're my opponent tonight?”\n\nStriker spun on his heels to face the other Pokemon. He was face to face with Tadou, the Manectric Speedster Champion. Striker recognized him right away from the videos: a yellow mane that spiked upwards, with orange streaks dyed into it, a cyan-colored main body with yellow wrist fur and spiky yellow fur around his waist, poking out on either side behind him. He wore a pair of blue tights tucked into white boots with a thunderbolt motif. Around his neck he wore a pendant with a Mega Stone set in it. Slung on his shoulder, presumably due to not being able to wear it, was the Speedster belt itself: a set of gold plates on a black leather belt, with the centerplate being a Pokéball flanked by two thunderbolts. Striker nodded at the Manectric with a smirk, pounding at his chest.\n\n“Yes I am! Name's Striker, and I've studied your matches a lot, Tadou!” Striker boasted.\n\n“Good.” Tadou replied. “So you're not going in blind. But studying doesn't entirely prepare you for a true contest, keep that in mind.” \n\nStriker nodded. “Of course. But I don't plan on losing!”\n\nTadou let out a quick, guttural laugh. “Well then~. We're on third tonight, go get ready.”\n\nStriker nodded and made his way to the locker room finally. As Striker opened the door, he was immediately accosted by his newest two friends both slinging arms around him, catching him off guard.\n\n“You finally made it, 'ey, future Champ?” Fiora the Blaziken asked coyly.\n\n“You really have us excited mon amie, not going to lie~.” Michon the Smeargle added.\n\nStriker blinked for a moment before laughing and wrapping an arm around each other Pokemon. “Yeah, I finally made it! And I am just as hype for this match as you are!”\n\n“So energetic.” Fiora ruffled Striker's hair to punctuate that. “Cute.”\n\nStriker grumbles and slips out from between the two, fixing his hair back up. “Yeah, Yeah. I met Tadou on the way here. Seems like a bit of a grump.”\n\n“Oh, Tadou? Nah, he's just a bit of a competition freak.” Fiora explained.\n\n“Kind of like you, actually.” Michon chuckled and added.\n\n“Wouldn't have it any other way.” Striker replied, sticking his tongue out.\n\nFiora smirked and nudged the Jolteon. “Had a feeling you'd say that. You should go get ready.”\n\n“Oh, uh... yeah!”\n\nStriker got a couple pats on the back before he was sent to the locker room. As he was getting changed, the call for the first match is announced. Michon was going to fight someone named Holokai. Striker didn't recognize that name, so he merely strugged it off to finish changing. His outfit for tonight was a white tank top with thunderbold-styled yellow stripes along the front, blue sporty shorts, blue gloves, and white boots. Just as he finished changing, a Mienfoo nudged him in the ribs to get his attention.\n\n“Hey, come watch the match!” Exlaimed the lean Fighting-type.\n\nDespite being annoyed by the nudge, he decided to watch the match anyway. There was a TV set up in the corner of the locker room, with a crowd of Pokemon already gathered. Striker pulled up an empty chair to watch the match with everyone else.\n\nHe was normally the first match of the night since joining the League, so he never really took the time to watch the show in the locker room with the others. Instead, he'd take off shortly after pounding the ass of his losing opponent that night. Given he wasn't first for a change, there wasn't a reason not to join in this time.\n\nThe match seemed to be going well for Michon's fight against Holokai, the Golduck with feathers on his head styled to look like long, wavy hair. The TV displayed each combatants health in the bottom-right hand corner. Michon was at sixty percent, while Holokai was only at forty. Michon lunged forward with a Thunder Punch, but Holokai knocked him away with surprising little effort. Striker's ears were drawn to the commentary the others in the locker room were making after seeing this.\n\n“Dude, why hasn't Michon ended it yet? He Sketched Thunder Punch, Energy Ball, Thunder Wave, and Double Team! He has a full moveset to fuck this guy!”\n\n“Yeah, but this surfer dude has Amnesia and Wonder Room, Michon didn't prep for that.”\n\n“Oh come on, that shit can only go so far against type weaknesses!”\n\nStriker chuckled to himself as he heard them talk among themselves and adjusted himself. “Sometimes, you guys, luck is all that matters.”\n\nThe two Pokemon immediately in front of the TV, a Dusk Lycanroc and a Chesnaught, turned to Striker with a glare, which only brought on a cocky grin from the Jolteon, “What? You know its true. Some people are just luckier than others~.” \n\nThe two glanced at each other then rolled their eyes before turning back to the screen. In the match, Michon had finished charging up an Energy ball and sent it flying. Holokai took it to the gut and went skidding down the ring whilst still standing. This reduced its remaining health to a measly five percent, while Michon was still sitting pretty at twenty-five. However, Holokai gathered himself up with a battle cry loud enough to come through the noise of the crowd and commentary. Striker at this point, was beginning to tune out from the match.\n\n“[i]Holokai uses Surf[/i]!”\n\nThe Golduck let out a roar after yelling that and threw his arms back. A massive wave formed in the cave and crashed into Michon, throwing him hard into the side of the cage. Striker watched as Michon's health meter ticked all the way down to zero. Holokai raised his arms in victory, with the crowd going wild as the announcement was made over the commentary.\n\n“[i]Here is your winner: HO~LO~KAI[/i]!”\n\n“And there you have it, Holokai landed a critical hit right at the end to knock down Michon.” A deep, matter of fact voice said over the feed.\n\n“Yeah, no kidding! Michon likes fighting these new guys, but it's gotta be taking its toll, right?” A higher voice asked in response.\n\n“He's been around for years, his body might be a bit too beaten.” A gruff voice huffed.\n\nStriker rolled his eyes and kicked himself off the wall, making his way over to the door to the locker room. The Mienfoo who invited him over scampered up and hurried over to the Jolteon as he tried to leave.\n\n“You're leaving already? But your match-”\n\n“Is after the next one, so he needs to get to the ramp.” Fiora interjected. “Right?”\n\nStriker nodded at both of them. “Yeah, pretty much.”\n\nFiora nodded at Striker and waved him off as the Jolteon made his way out the door. He clenched a fist as he started his stroll through the stadium halls. He wouldn't have minded sticking around, but hearing those comments about Michon struck a nerve. Michon had become a fast friend, hanging out with the Jolteon outside of the stadium with Fiora at times, normally ending with the two males fucking. On the way to the ramp, he noticed Holokai and Michon headed his way. Striker stopped as the two Pokemon noticed him.\n\n“Ah, Striker!” Michon greeted, chuckling. “Did you watch the match?”\n\n“Yeah, yeah.” Striker nodded. “You put in quite a fight, man!”\n\nMichon chuckled a bit. “Yeah, but this Alolan, he 'cleaned my clock' as Unovans say.”\n\nHolokai laughed and pet Michon on his Beret-shaped head, “'Ey man, don't beat yourself up! I'm honored my first match was against a veteran! That was nowhere near as easy as catching waves!”\n\nMichon chuckled a bit. “Well, I'm glad to hear that, mon amie. But there's something you get for winning, you know~.”\n\nThe Golduck gave a hearty chuckle. “No, I don't! But I hope its a worthy prize indeed!”\n\nStriker smirked and nodded. “Oh it will be, you'll see.”\n\nMichon shot Striker a knowing wink, then lead Holokai back towards the locker room. “See you after your match, Striker! Good luck”\n\nStriker nodded at the Smeargle. “Next time you see me I'll be the Speed Champ!”\n\nMichon smiled and walked off with the Golduck. Striker continued on his way to the entryway. To the right side behind the stage setup was full of various stations with Pokemon doing various things: there was a Loudred manning a massive soundboard, an Ampharos running the lighting setup, and various Pokemon running the camera desk. Callum was visible at the camera control desk and upon hearing someone else arrive, he turned around to see Striker.\n\n“Striker, my boy!” Callum greeted. “What're ya doing here already? Your match isn't on yet!”\n\n“What can I say? I like being early.” Striker replied coyly. “Electric type speed and all that.”\n\nCallum shrugged. “Well, don't hang around the production area, please. Wait by the actual ramp, if you would.”\n\nStriker nodded and made his way out, heading to the other side of the backstage area. It was basically a small lounge setup with two leather couches arranged corner-style around a glass table across from a television monitor. One couch was empty, while the other had his opponent, Tadou, with the title belt slung on his shoulder. The Jolteon vaulted over the empty couch and plopped himself onto it, nodding over to Tadou.\n\n“Couldn't handle the locker room tonight either, huh?” Striker asked.\n\nTadou glanced at Striker then focused back on the TV where the current match, a Lopunny vs a Lucario, was playing. “Everyone likes watching the post-match sex. I do too, but I never stick around on a title night.”\n\n“Gotta focus.” Striker mused.\n\n“Yeah.” Tadou replied curtly.\n\nStriker pouted at the blunt response and turned to watch the match. The combatants' health was being displayed on the monitor behind the cage, the match was a relatively even, competitive bout. Both Pokemon deftly dodging and dashing across the ring, landing the occasional glancing blow. When both of their health reached twenty-five percent, they both Mega Evolved and dashed at each other. After an exchange of blows, the Mega Lopunny went crashing into the cage wall, defeated. Tadou let out a small chuckle and glanced at Striker. \n\n“Mega Evolution, right? Ever since its secrets were rediscovered in Kalos, it's been a real game changer.” The Manectric's face forms a taunting smile. “That's what's waiting for you, you know. You can back out whenever you want.”\n\nStriker listened to Tadou's words, then stuck his tongue out defiantly. “Fuck off. We're both Electric types, there's no type advantage for you to exploit, asshat.”\n\nTadou huffed and stood up, walking over to the entrance. Striker turned to follow him with his eyes, also noticing the Lucario and Lopunny make their way back into the backstage area. He cracked his knuckles as the announcement blared over the system:\n\n“TADOU AND STRIKER, REPORT TO THE GUERILLA POSITION. TADOU AND STRIKER, REPORT TO THE GUERILLA POSITION.”\n\nStriker kicked himself up off the couch and pointed to himself, angrily facing the production area. “I'm right here, guys!”\n\n“Chill out, it's formalities!” Callum barked back.\n\nStriker rolled his eyes and made his way to the entrance. Tadou had his arms crossed, staring daggers at him, with the Speed Rush Title now firmly around his waist. Striker pulled at the bottom of his eye and stuck his tongue out at Tadou in response. The Manectric grunted and turned to face the arena. After what must have been a solid minute, the ring announcer could be heard:\n\n“[i]The following contest is a Championship Match for the Speed Rush Championship[/i]!”\n\nStriker cracked his knuckles and stared out the entrance. A brutal sounding set of guitar riffs blared out over the speakers as Tadou stepped out and was given his introduction.\n\n“[i]Introducing first, he is our current Speed Rush Champion. The Thunder Over Sunyshore, TA~DO~U~[/i]!”\n\nTadou lifted a fist into the air, then quickly knelt down and punched it into the ramp, sending an electric shockwave into the ramp and causing several lights to glow brighter, as well as lighting up new ones that flared to life in alternating flashes. The Manectric stood up and threw his arms out and let out a roar before finally making his way to the cage.\n\n“What a fuckin' prick.” Striker cursed under his breath.\n\nOnce Tadou got into the ring, the arena lights went off completely. Small white lights popped up in the stands, no doubt from peoples' phones. A deep, rich set of guitar chords echoed through the sound system. Striker cracked his knuckles as he made his way out from backstage and into the darkness.\n\n“[i]And his opponent...[/i]” The announcer began. A guitar riff with violin accompaniment began coming out of the sound system. “[i]From Ecruteak City... he strikes hard[/i]!” Striker threw his hand to the right and let loose a thunderbolt that went straight into a coil, lighting it up briefly. “[i]He strikes fast[/i]!” The Jolteon immediately repeated this to his left. “[i]He is STR~IKER~[/i]!”\n\nStriker threw both hands out and shocked both coils, triggering the arena lights to flare back to life as his music blared, a loud symphonic rock track with Kantonian and Johtonian lyrics:\n\n“[i]Gomen ne, wakaru ka[/i]?”\n“[i]Ore no ichiban, mo wo wakari[/i]!”\n“[i]Jama shinaide, kudasai[/i]...”\n“[i]SHOKKU WO AGEMASU[/i]!”\n\nStriker took in the roar of the crowd for a brief moment before dashing to the ring while his music continued to blare, lyrics continuing to pour into the crowd. He helped write the lyrics, so he knew exactly what was being sung, even if Pokemon from outside Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, or Sinnoh didn't: boastful lyrics about himself!\n\nHe climbs into the cage and smirks at Tadou, bobbing a bit to his music. The referee walks up and holds up the title belt for the camera before walking to the door and handing it to a ring-side attendant. As the cage door closes, the referee, a Linoone, approaches both combatants to address them.\n\n“Alright, Championship match, so the rules are the same, but with extra penalties. No One-Hit K.O. Moves, aside from type weakness effectiveness. Any actions towards your opponent after their health hits zero will result in a disqualification, even if you won fairly before that. You will be disqualified if you show continuous disrespect to your opponent. The etiquette rules are strictly enforced in Championship matches: You only get two strikes, not three. If you're disqualified, you cannot compete for the title for three months. Both of you understand?”\n\n“Loud and clear, chief.” Striker nodded.\n\n“Of course.” Tadou gruffed.\n\nThe referee gave Tadou a narrow look, then walked over to the edge of the cage and motioned for the time keeper to ring the bell.\n\n[b][i]*DING DING DING*[/i][/b]\n\nBefore Striker could get a single action in, Tadou charged forward and drove his elbow hard into Striker's gut. The Jolteon recoiled and stagged back as he clutched at the spot. Tadou cracked his knuckles and got into a martial stance. Striker coughed as he got up, and wiped some spit from his lips with his arm.\n\n“Ok, so... you're an asshole all the time, but you'll pretend you care about being sporting and shit if your opponent gets back up after you knock them on their ass?” Striker asked incredulously.\n\n“You didn't go down.” Tadou replied. “So I'll give you a free hit. It better land.”\n\n“[i]It better land[/i]?” Striker scoffed incredulously. “Ohohohoho, well then, you’re gonna regret that.”\n\nStriker closed his eyes and clapped his hands together. Tadou cocked a brow as the Jolteon started a chant in Kantonian. As he chanted, a dark aura seemed to glow around him, growing stronger around his hands.\n\n“What is he-?” Tadou was asking himself about Striker’s ritual, but then his eyes went wide. “Oh no.”\nDespite the taunt of giving Striker a “free hit”, Tadou had figured out what Striker was planning to make it and was not willing to let him try anymore. The Manectric kicked off the ground and charged towards Striker, fangs bared. Tadou threw a punch at Striker’s head, but the Jolteon dodged it deftly and shot his eyes open.\n\n“Missed me.” He said coyly. “Now it’s my turn! Here’s the Ecruteak City special!”\n\nStriker pulled his hands apart, allowing Tadou to see a ball of energy, glowing with a menacingly dark energy for all of a second. The Jolteon was quick to throw his hands forward, launching the ball straight into Tadou’s gut, sending the Manectric flying back. As he landed on the mat, he rolled once before landing on his back. Tadou scrambled up and growled a bit.\n\n“Oh, come now.” Striker started explaining. “You knew I had Shadow Ball in my back pocket, you had to. What’s Ecruteak City known for? Yeah, lots of Eevee and their evolutions live there. But the Indigo League’s Ghost Gym’s there too. Wanna see more?”\n\nStriker took the ritual stance and started chanting to channel another Shadow Ball. Tadou growled and charged forward again and grabbed Striker’s neck, giving him a menacing glare. He said a single, guttural word.\n\n“No.”\n\nTadou pulled Striker back, then drove him onto the mat with a fierce slam. Striker gasped as the air vanished from his body for a brief moment. Tadou cracked his knuckles and reached for a bracelet on his left wrist. It was a simple black band with two gems in it: a small, rainbow-colored orb and a slightly bigger, pink orb above it.\n\nIt was his Mega Evolution band.\n\n“I’m not wasting the time.” Tadou said.\n\nStriker tried to stop him, but was too late to stop the Manectric from pressing on the band to start the sequence. Gusts of wind overtook the cage as a ball of light formed around Tadou. Striker internally cursed at not having realized Tadou wasn’t wearing the necklace he wore when they met anymore. The Jolteon picked himself up, returning to a fighting stance as the ball became fully opaque, and glowing intensely. As cracks started to form in the orb, the Jolteon narrowed his eyes and braced for the incoming blast.\n\nThe orb of light shattered in a massive blast of power, blowing fiercely against the Jolteon. The Mega Evolution symbol shimmered briefly above Tadou’s head before vanishing. The Manectric’s legs were now completely blue, but starting from the top of his head and going all the way down to his tail, his body had taken on a massive, thunderbolt-shaped growth. The Mega Manectric cracked his knuckles and stared Striker down.\n\n“Zing.”\n\nTadou uttered the word briefly, before he charged forward and grabbed onto Striker, and chucked him into the air. Before Striker could right himself, Tadou jumped up and struck Striker in the gut with a fierce elbow strike, sending Striker crashing to the mat again. The Jolteon lay there, winded and coughing heavily.\n\n“Z-Zing? Zing?!” Striker moaned. “That’s… come on…”\n\nStriker picked himself up and wiped some phlegm from his mouth. Tadou began to glow a bright red and stepped towards Striker.\n\n“We’re fighting for the Speed title, little Jolteon. We have to be fast. Now stay down.”\n\nTadou swung out his arms and sent a massive wave of fire towards Striker. The Jolteon gasped and tried to dodge the attack, but he still felt the full impact on his left arm, the pain radiating from wrist to shoulder. Striker glanced down at his LifeGauger once he heard the low health tone go off:\n\nTADOU: 80%\nSTRIKER: 15%\n\nStriker growled as he began to pick himself up again, cracking his knuckles despite being groggy, and in pain. With a quick glance, the Jolteon saw a familiar face. Cole was in the ringside seating, with a look of deep concern for his friend. Striker let out a huff, snapping his back into his fighting stance once again.\n\n“I’m not staying down, Tadou. You have to put me down!” Striker exclaimed.\n\nTadou growled and let electricity surge across his body. “Done deal. I’m not going to hold back, then!”\n\nTadou charged forward for one last charge at Striker, with a speed that looked as if he turned into a pure beam of electricity. The crowd gasped when the impact came, bathing the cage in a flash of light! The crowd fell to a quiet murmur as the electric blast began to recede, revealing Striker standing there with a glow of electricity that had been absorbed into his body. With the absorbsion even healing his wounds in mere seconds, Tadou was wide-eyed in shock.\n\n“H-How?” He asked in disbelief.\n\nStriker gave a small chuckle. “Volt Absorb, champ!” The Jolteon tapped his LifeGauger to pop up the display. “That was just the boost I needed! Thank you for getting carried away and hitting me with some of that good shit!”\n\nTadou trembled in anger at the Jolteon’s words, but the Mega Manectric started growling as he read the words in front of him:\n\nTADOU: 80%\nSTRIKER: 40%\n\n“Oh, yeah, get mad. That’ll improve things!” Striker teased.\n\n“Oi!” The referee barked out. \n\n“Whoops. Sorry!” Striker gave the Linoone a thumbs-up. “I’ll just cut to the chase then and stop dicking around.”\n\nA purple glow appeared around Striker, forming an outline along his body. He took a step… and became a blur of yellow, white, and blue that formed a ring around Tadou. Tadou’s head darted to and fro as he tried to get a bead on Striker. The Mega Manectric growled and threw a punch into the ring around him.\n\n“What’s this now, Double Team?!” He snarled.\n\n“Oh, nah.” Striker replied, coming to a stop. “That’s Agility.”\n\nA tap on the shoulder caused Tadou to rapidly turn behind him, immediately being greeted by Striker’s smirking face. Tadou threw a punch, but it went through Striker’s form!\n\n“[i]This[/i] is Double Team!” The visage of Striker replied, before vanishing.\n\nTadou’s eyes went wide as he heard it again: that chant Striker used to produce Shadow Ball, coming from behind him!\n\n“[i]Boku wa jibun no te ni kage wo yobi[/i]…”\n\nTadou threw another punch at Striker’s form, but even that was a Double Team after-image! In a panic, Tadou turned to his left, just in time to see Striker in the stance, the Jolteon having completed the incantation.\n\n“...[i]ima teki o kōgeki shimasu[/i]!”\n\nWith one last Hail Mary to try and knock Striker down, Tadow threw a punch towards the third image of Striker, and connected! The Jolten reeled back from the blow, but before he could hit the ground, he opened his hands, sending a shadow ball blast into Tadou, causing them to both get knocked into the ground. Strike picked himself back up with a chuckle. He cracked his knockes, glancing down to his LifeGauger with a whistle.\n\n“Damn, still over 50%, huh?” Striker quipped. “Guess you are Mega Evolved, right now. But you also took two Shadow Balls damn near point blank.”\n\nTadou growled as he picked himself up as well. “What are you getting at?!”\n\n“Oh, nothing,” Striker shrugged with a grin, “I just know how to end this now.”\n\nStriker then opened his mouth, which started filling with a bright orange glow. Tadou actually took one step back in shock, before steeling himself and snarling. “So that’s your gambit, little Jolteon?” The Mega Manectric let out a dark chuckle. “I can do that too.”\n\nTadou’s body crackled with electric surges as he opened his mouth, which also filled with that same orange light. The two stared at each other before they both opened their mouths as wide as they could.\nA hellish whistling that warped the wind into shrill reverberations accompanied the beams of orange light, crackling with dark bolts of energy, that escaped their mouths. The two Pokémon stared continued to stare each other down as their beams crashed into each other, producing an explosive shockwave in the middle of the ring.\n\nAs the nightmarish light bathed them, Tadou’s expression hardened and tensed while Striker’s faltered. He knew that, as a Mega, his Special attacks were going to be much stronger than his own and his speed just edged out the Jolteon’s. He had used Agility to get faster, but if he was going to win, he had to get creative.\n\nStriker knew if he didn't do this right, he'd be done for. Once the time was right, he ducked straight down, allowing Tadou's beam to sail over his head. However, it also mean his beam was now aiming directly at Tadou's abdomen! The Mega Manectric had barely any time to react; he tried to move his head to aim lower, but it was too late. Tadou took a direct hit from the Hyper Beam and went sailing across the ring and crashed harshly into the cage, finally ending the trade of Hyper Beams.\n\nStriker watched Tadou carefully, panting heavily as he looked his opponent over. Tadou slumped onto the floor into a sitting position, and looked at Striker, growling slightly.\n\n“D-Dammit…” He huffed.\n\nA bright light engulfed him, then exploded into flickers, revealing his original form. The Manectric fell onto his side as consciousness finally faded. The referee was very quick to call for the bell.\n\n[b][i]*DING DING DING*[/i][/b]\n\nThe crowd, never once quieting down during the match, erupted into an even louder fervor upon its conclusion. The cage door was opened by a ringside attendant and the belt was handed to the Linoone, who brought it over to Striker. The Jolteon gave it a brief look, took it from the ref with a thumbs up and held it up in the air as the crowd erupted into further applause and cheering.\n\n“[i]Here is your winner, and… NE~W SPEED RUSH CHAMPION: STR~I~KE~R[/i]!”\n\nThe Jolteon made sure he faced every side of the stands to let everyone get a good look at him. His eyes in particular fell on Cole. The Arcanine wasn’t being raucous, but seeing him smile and clap for his friend made Striker feel warmer on a personal level. The medical staff let the Jolteon have his celebration before one of them finally tapped him on the shoulder.\n\n“It’s time to get healed up, Striker.” The Audino explained.\n\n“Oh. Yeah, ok.” Striker complied.\n\nStriker handed the belt to the nurse and followed her out of the ring. As he climbed into the healing pod, he noticed Tadou being helped into the one on the other side of the arena. He did look mildly concerned, but brushed it off as the door of the tank closed. As before, he closed his eyes while his body was scanned and insta-healed with blinding light. When the door opened again he jumped out and pumped his fists.\n\n“Whew! I feel ready to do all that again!” He exclaimed.\n\nThe Audino giggled slightly and handed the Speed Rush belt back to Striker. “Well, don’t get too carried away, champ.”\n\nThe Jolteon laughed as he took his belt back. He slung it over his shoulder and headed backstage. As he walked, he noticed Tadou briefly ahead of him and bolted to catch up to him.\n\n“Hey~, former champ~.” Striker teased.\n\nTadou snorted as he turned to face the Jolteon. “Are you about to taunt me about losing?”\n\n“Sure as shit I am!” Striker boasted, “You’ve been nothing but a total jerk to me this whole time! So since you’ve been a pain in my ass, imma be a pain in yours! Figuratively and-“\n\n“Literally, yes, I know.” Tadou cut him off. “I’m well aware of the rules, Striker. But you’re not going to have me here in the hallway.”\n\n“Of course not!” Striker teased. “Not enough witnesses.”\n\n“That isn’t something most people complain about.” Tadou huffed.\n\n“Most people aren’t absolute slutty sluts like me!” Striker exclaimed pridefully, pointing a thumb at himself.\n\nTadou just stared at Striker after that. He sighed and finally continued on, “I hate you so much.”\n\nStriker shrugged, “I get that a lot.”\n\nTadou rolled his eyes and finally got to the locker room. When he threw it open, the sounds of cheering and applause again greeted Striker as he came into view with his new belt. The Jolteon took it off his shoulder and held it high into the air as he walked in. Michon and Fiora were right there in front of the crowd to welcome him. Michon was still naked from Holokai's victory sex, while Fiora was in her ring gear.\n\n“Striker, you were incredible out there! Congrats!” The Smeargle cheered excitedly.\n\n“Not a bad match at all, new champ.” The Blaziken said coolly. \n\n“Heh, you guys are too much!” Striker stuck his tongue out. He nudged his hand towards Tadou. “This guy didn’t make it easy for me though, asshole.”\n\nFiora narrowed her eyes at Tadou and walked up to him. The Manectric’s eyes glanced at her and he let out a small grunt. The Blaziken locked eyes with him and gave him a stern look before promptly punching him in the head. The arrogant jerk persona melted away as he staggered to avoid getting knocked down, looking like a Stantler caught in the headlights. He immediately righted himself and got right into Fiora’s face.\n\n“That hurt, Fiora! What’s wrong with you?!” He whined.\n\n“You laid it on too thick, jackass!” Fiora scolded. “Striker might actually hate you now.”\n\n“What do you mean ‘too thick’? I was pushing him to win!” The Manectric replied argued defensively.\n\nStriker just watched the scene with a look of utter confusion. “What is happening?”\n\nMichon chuckled and leaned against Striker. “Tadou is Fiora’s paramore.” The Smeargle explained. “He plays a hardened jerk until you beat him, but he’s really a bit of a softy at heart.”\n\nTadou rubbed his head and turned towards the two. “Yeah, I was exaggerating my usual personality a bit. I found out doing that helps my opponents fight harder. It makes them want to beat the big, bad jackass no matter what.”\n\n“...So did I ever meet the real you?” Striker asked with a head-tilt.\n\n“When we first met, yeah. Everything else was me turning the dial to eleven.” Tadou explained.\n\nStriker just stared at Tadou with a blank expression before finally handing his title belt to Michon and pulling his top off and tossing it to the floor. “Yeah… fuck that. Fuck literally all of that. I’m going to destroy that ass.”\n\nTadou chuckled with a smirk, “Well, you’re more than welcome to try.”\n\n“So smug… but for how long?” Striker growled as he loosened each glove and let them fall to the floor.\n\nTadou stepped out of his boots and started undoing his tights. “So, how do you want me?”\n\nStriker had just finished kicking his boots off and quickly yanked off the shorts, and jockstrap he was wearing under them, off in a quick motion. The now naked Jolteon kicked the clothes to the side and sauntered over to Tadou, licking his lips. When he got close to the Manectric, he placed his hands on the other Pokémon’s shoulders and grinned at him.\n\n“Your troublesome ass is getting it right here, pinned to the lockers.” He explained.\n\n“Would not be the first time.” Fiora chimed in.\n\nStriker gazed at her then turned his dark eyes back to Tadou. “Oh she totally pegs you, doesn’t she?”\n\nTadou grunted with an annoyed grimace, not wanting to confirm anything. The Jolteon just laughed and spun Tadou around, making the Manectric have to put his hands against the lockers. Striker knelt down and yanked Tadou’s tights and sports briefs off in one fluid motion, exposing his ass to the congregation. Striker licked his lips and pushed an arm against Tadou’s back. The Manectric grunted as he was pushed against the lockers. Striker chuckled at that.\n\n“You’re mine, Sparky~.” Striker teased.\n\nWith that, the Jolteon buried his muzzle between the Manectric’s cheeks and started lapping fervently at his tailhole. The Manectric huffed and closed his eyes, letting out low growls as Striker worked at his hole with expert precision. All the while, his hands were all over that blue tush, rolling the cheeks and spreading them as wide as they could go, occasionally smacking them.\n\nTadou wasn’t being particularly loud, but the blush across his face belied his lack of volume to show he was enjoying it. Striker could certainly tell with how he felt the other male’s tailhole clench on his tongue. The Jolteon chuckled and pressed it in deep, swirling it around against that fleshy ring before finally pulling away with a huff.\n\n“I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this~.” Striker stated hungrily, “You're gonna be shouting my name~.”\n\n“Rrrf… I doubt that…” Tadou growled.\n\n“Oh you do?” Striker asked coyly.\n\nThe Jolteon stood up and pressed himself against Tadou, making the Manectric bop against the lockers. Striker started to grind his cock between those slicked up cheeks and licked his lips. After giving Tadou’s ass a firm smack and squeeze, Striker angled his cock and slowly thrust it into the other male, sucking on his bottom lip as he felt his length slip in.\n\n“Ah~ yeah, still so tight!” He exclaimed. “Fiora treats you good~.”\n\n“You know he actually fucks me more often than not, right?” Fiora chimed in, the Blaziken now leaning against the lockers on the other side of the room.\n\n“Well, you should peg him more then~.” Striker replied coyly.\n\nFiora actually laughed at that while she continued watching. Striker stuck his tongue out at her before giving Tadou’s rump another firm smack as he bottomed out inside the other male. The Jolteon squeezed the Manectric’s hips and planted himself against the his opponent’s body, the lockers creaking beneath them. Striker pressed his hands against the lockers as he started to pull himself back, cock sliding slowly out from Tadou’s rump.\n\nBefore the head became visible, Striker slammed himself back in. While he normally built his partners up with slow and increasingly faster thrusts, Tadou frustrated him enough to not be afforded that luxury. He wasn’t about to go as far as rape, but he immediately started going hard on the Manectric’s rump, pounding it with rapid thrusts right out of the gate. Tadou gasped and growled back at the Jolteon.\n\n“Y-you… spoiled brat…” Tadou muttered.\n\n“Yeah, yeah, c-call me whatever... rrff~… ya want… former champ.” Striker replied, with a wink, “I know ya like this~.”\n\nTadou grumbled under his breath, but he could not hide his arousal. Feeling the Jolteon jackhammer his backside was definitely a turn on with how hard his cock was, throbbing and leaking pre against the cold metal locker. The Manectric huffed and closed his eyes, letting the Jolteon do his thing, knowing the results would be worth it.\n\nOn the sidelines, Fiora and Michon looked on, the Smeargle looking a bit concerned at the scene in front of them. Fiora noticed this and nudged the shorter Pokemon.\n\n“Hey, you’re not worried for Tadou, are you? You know he’s taken harder than this.”\n\n“I mean, I know, but…” Michon replied.\n\n“Relax. Striker’s angry, but he’s showing enough restraint not to make it… you know, bad. I’d legitimately beat his ass if he were.”\n\nThe Smeargle sighed. “Ok, you’re right.”\n\nFiora smirked and nodded. “No rule stopping you from jerking it to the scene, though. But you already knew that. So get to it.”\n\n“...Yes [i]madam[/i]~!” Michon replied with a renewed enthusiasm as his hand glided down to his cock, which quickly grew hard in his touch.\n\nStriker’s ears picked up the entire conversation, and he grunted in annoyance. However, he was going to keep his mouth shut on the matter for now. What was more important to the Jolteon right now, was the pounding he was giving Fiora’s boyfriend right now in front of everyone! He huffed and growled, chuckling to himself as his hips smacked firmly against Tadou’s cheeks.\n\n“Y-Ya know… I’d be willing to help you out too… if ya ah~pologize… for goin’ overboard earlier~.”\n\nTadou shook his head. “J-Just keep going, brat. I’ll be just fine…”\n\n\nStriker shugged his shoulders, before patting Tadou on his spiky-furred head. The Jolteon got right back to work, closing his eyes, and moaning audibly as his dick pulsed an oozing pre into Tadou's hole. It slicked it up further, and deeper than his tongue could hope to reach. It allowed Striker to change things up a bit, trading the speed of his thrusts for more power, making sure the sound of their bodies smacking against one another was unavoidable.\n\nHowever, the change of pace came with a drawback, and that was time. A few more thrusts, and Striker began to feel that familiar build up inside him. It made him squirm, folding his ears back with a chuckle as the pressuring pleasure built up.\n\n“Oohohoho… y-you’re… gettin’ lucky… I won’t last… much longer~.” Striker huffed.\n\n“Y-Yeah… go for it…” Tadou whispered.\n\n“W-What was that?” Striker asked.\n\nTadou smirked to himself before finally calling out, “Fill my ass, Striker!”\n\nStriker's brain felt like the slots in the Goldenrod Game corner, with each reel slamming into a 7-7-7 jackpot hearing Tadou's shout. The Jolteon had a hyper energetic smile as his ears shot straight up. He stopped his thrusts to reel his hips back as far as he could...\n\nBefore he could exit Tadou's backside, Striker thrust his hips forward and began a new pace, now trading depth for pure speed. Out of instinct, Striker even felt one of his legs lift off the ground and brush against Tadou’s out of animalistic instinct. The Jolteon let out small whimpers and barks as he felt that orgasmic tipping point rapidly approaching closer and closer. Striker bit his lip as his breaths got sharper, quicker. His hands latched tightly onto Tadou’s body as it came closer and closer still…\n\n“Ahh… f-fuck yeah!!!!”\n\nStriker yelped as he slammed himself firmly back into Tadou’s ass, moaning with his mouth wide-open as his orgasm finally rocked him. Both Pokemon felt spurt after spurt of the Jolteon’s thick, hot cum shoot into the Manectric. Tadou wound up blowing his own load at the same time, painting the lockers in front of him with his thick spurts.\n\nStriker tried his best to keep himself upright during his orgasm, but as it started dying down, he finally flopped down against Tadou, who then flopped against the lockers from the new weight. The Jolteon was panting heavily in the afterglow and slowly opened his eyes. He moved his head to take a glance at the lockers beneath them and let out a chuckle.\n\n“Damn… that’s gonna be quite the clean up, big guy…” Striker mused.\n\nTadou glanced down at his own mess and let out a smaller chuckle. “Can’t leave til we do~.”\n\nStriker shrugged. “Hey, fine by me… staff probably wouldn’t let me leave without helping anyway.”\n\n“Well, looks like you literally fucked all of your hatred out.” Fiora chimed in, approaching the two.\n\nStriker turned and stuck his tongue out at the Blaziken. “I wouldn’t say that…” He tilted his head slightly. “Where’s Michon?”\n\n“H-Here I am!” Michon called out, huffing as he fell to his knees, his own orgasm ending, as shown by the last drops of cum leaving his cock and joining the splotches on the floor.\n\nStriker laughed. “Of course…” He glanced to Fiora. “Did you want me getting up now?”\n\n“Nah, you can rest.” Fiora shrugged.\n\n“Good~.” Striker sighed.\n\n“Don’t think I want to try getting up yet anyway…” Tadou added.\n\nThe two Pokemon lay there for just a bit longer before finally getting up to clean up and redress. Striker stuck around to watch the rest of the show and hang out with the others, cheering for every new pair that entered the locker room for their post match sex, even stroking himself a couple times before the night was done!\n\nAfter the show ended, everyone started to clear out. Striker gathered up his bag and the belt, slinging both on either shoulder. Before he could even turn to the door, he was stopped by Tadou placing a hand on his shoulder.\n\n“You take good care of that.” Tadou said. “I mean it, that’s a big honor… and well-fought to earn.”\nStriker nodded, hoisting the large metal and leather strap over his shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t plan on losing this anytime soon!” He grinned. “Even to you in the eventual rematch.”\n\nTadou smirked. “There it is. You keep that spirit up, crank down the ego, and you’ll go far here.”\n\n“Hey, the ego is the spark that lights the fire!” Striker retorted, sticking his tongue out.\n\nTadou let out a chuckle then made his way out. Striker huffed and followed suit to leave. As he exited the stadium, he noticed a large number of people in the parking lot still, both fans and competitors. The Jolteon noticed a familiar face headed towards their car and called out to him.\n\n“‘Ey Cole!”\n\nThe Arcanine’s ears perked up and he turned around, rubbing the back of his head as he gave his usual friendly but awkward smile in greeting.\n\n“Hey Striker… that sure was an intense night, wasn’t it?”\n\nIf Jolteon tails weren’t a flared set of spiky fur, his would start wagging like Cole's could. “You bet!” he adjusted the belt on his shoulder. \n\nCole chuckled, noticing the gold-plated leather strap on Striker's shoulder, and giving a nod with a smile that never seemed to fade. “Yeah, 'I bet' indeed. I was scared for you, I won't lie. But you pulled through, and now you have that shiny new belt to show for it.”\n\nStriker was practically glowing as he exclaimed, “Damn right! It’s mine now, and I plan to keep it that way for a long while!”\n\nCole’s smile became a lot warmer at Striker’s glowing personality. That ego was coming up again, but Cole knew to expect that. “So, how do you want to celebrate? I assume that's why you flagged me down?”\n\nStriker nodded at the question. “Yes, actually. You already eat?”\n\n“Oh, uhh… before the show, yeah.” The Arcanine admitted.\n\n“Ah, damn.” The Jolteon replied, snapping his fingers.\n\nCole rubbed the back of his head again as a thought entered his head. “I return to my first question. How did you want to celebrate? I doubt food was it…”\n\nStriker stuck his tongue out and laughed. “I mean, part of it. I wanna fuck. But, I was gonna at least be considerate enough to eat with ya first… this time!”\n\nCole gave a knowing smirk. “So then, your place or mine, Champ?”\n\n“Champ.” Striker echoed the word in his mind. Hearing it just got him more and more excited. He couldn’t help but reach up to give the much larger Pokemon a firm crotch grope. “How about right here in the parking lot?”\n\nCole huffed and growled slightly, but gently pushed Striker’s hand away. “That’s a very bad idea.”\n\nStriker laughed. “Fine, then. Follow me home, hot stuff. You’re gonna give me that big [i]schlong[/i] of yours in my bed~!”\n\n“Heh… well, that works for me. I assume you’ll want me to stay the night?” Cole assumed.\n\n“Up to you~!” Striker winked.\n\nCole chuckled as he opened his car door. “We’ll see.”\n\nStriker fist-pumped as Cole got into his car. Striker quickly made his way over to his own and set course to get home. He did tell Cole to follow him after all! The Jolteon was deeply excited for the night ahead of him now, having to brave the bulge in his pants the entire drive home until then. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A couple days later, Striker got the chance to meet with Cole again at an exercise gym. Striker practiced on a martial arts dummy, while Cole sat on a bench with a towel and water bottle. The Jolteon took a break to wipe some of the sweat from his brow, and gave Cole a chuckle as he resumed his regimen.

“How come I never see you do any training here?” Striker asked.

“I'm not always looking for a fight like you do.” Cole replied with a shrug. “Besides, my body is naturally fit.”

Striker held his hands up with a smirk. “Natural my ass, dude. You have some sort of regimen. Tell me~”

“...No.” Growled the Acanine with a wry grin, tossing the water bottle to Striker.

Striker rolled his eyes as he drank a decent amount of water, then closed the bottle back up. “Alright, Mr. Difficult. I have something to tell you.”

Cole tilted his head inquisitively as Striker pulled his phone out of his tight little exercise shorts and sent a text. Cole's phone pinged and he went to look, checking a text just sent to him from Striker. It was a red square with a QR code  that stated ADMISSION TO P.C.L. MONDAY PRIME AUDIENCE, 8/30 SCAN AT GATE, A-12.

“I got you a ticket to the Monday show in two weeks!” The Jolteon exclaimed with a wide grin. “I really want you to see what I have going on there. I'm undefeated so far!”

“...I wouldn't call going two for two when you've only been there for two weeks 'undefeated', Striker.” Cole corrected. “But, thank you. I'll be sure to be there.”

Striker stuck his tongue out at Cole and turned away to beat down the dummy once more. “You better. Otherwise-”

“You're gonna force me down and make me let you ride me or something?” Cole chuckled.

Striker rolled his eyes and laughed. “I was gonna say 'hunt you down and beat you senseless'. But, sure, that works too.”

Cole smirked and shot Striker a coy wink. “Whatever you want.”

Striker continued his exercise, blushing with a flustered silence. The two went their separate ways once they finished, so Striker could get to the stadium. After getting a call earlier from the League, he was curious as to what it was about. As he entered the lobby, he saw the Buizel, as usual. However, with him was Callum, the Machamp, who threw all four of his massive arms open upon approaching Striker.

“There you are, my boy!” He greeted. “I have some wonderful news for you!”

“You're going to quit taking whatever makes you so unnaturally peppy?” Striker remarked dryly.

“Hah! No.” The Machamp threw an arm around Striker's shoulder, put one to his own hip, then crossed the other two as he leaned against the shorter Pokemon. “Striker, you've been noticed by one of our League stars. He wants a match with you, so we agreed! As a bonus, it'll be for his Speedster Championship title belt!”

Striker cocked a curious brow at those last words. “Speedster Championship?”

“Oh, you didn't know?” Callum asked. He snapped fingers at the Buizel. “You wanna take this, Torren? You're better at explaining stuff than I am.”

“Er, okay!” The Buizel perked to attention as he was called out. He cleared his throat before explaining to Striker with a small smile. “Our League, in addition to its secret sexual aspect, has six championships that we honor and recognize: our oldest, The Physical Strikes Championship, The Defenders Championship, The Mental Championship, The Mental Block Championship, The Speedster Championship, and The Double Battlers Championship. Obviously, each one is based on a different statistic of Pokemon physiology. If you're a champion, you can only fight others who specialize in that statistic, based on our metrics.”

Callum nodded along with Torren's explanation. “Bein' an Electric type, you qualify for both the Mental and Speedster belts, which, lucky you, you're getting a shot at the latter.”

Striker stood there in a mild state of confusion before a giant grin splattered onto his face.”Well shit, you idiots had to say!” Striker smacked a fist into his palm. “So! Who am I fighting?”

Torren typed on his computer and pulled up a video, turning his monitor out to let Striker see. Striker approached the desk and saw that Torren had pulled up a recording of a match, involving a Manectric and a Lopunny, both of which were Mega-Evolved, which quickly drew Striker's ire.

“Tauros-shit!” Striker called out. “You can't fucking seriously allow Mega-Evolution!?”

“Mega Evolution and Z Moves, although they originated in Kalos and Alola respectively, are common enough now that they have been easy to study and work around. So, they are legal.” Torren replied calmly.

“...Still bogus, but keep going.” Striker replied flatly.

Torren smirked slightly as he continued. “The current Speedster Champion is the Manectric. His name is Tadou and he's on the third month of his current reign. He's excited to fight you, but I recommend you study his fighting style first. It's very off the wall, it might be difficult for you to beat him.”

“Yeah, we'll see about that!” Striker exclaimed. “Send me that footage so that I can study it then we'll see how I fare against your little speed demon Champ.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Confident.” Torren chuckled.

“Don't go getting in over your head now! If this is a squash, fans are gonna go home disappointed.” Callum chimed in.

“Yeah, yeah, I'd be pretty upset about that too.” Striker quipped dismissively. “Anything else, or can I head out now?”

“Well, we wanted you to meet with our ring announcer and promoter to workshop your new intro, as well as suggest a track or song you wanna use as your entrance.”

“...Yeah, ok, I can do that.” Striker mused, making his way out to meet up with the ring announcer and discuss his presentation for the match. Everything seemed to be falling into place once it was taken care of, leaving him even more excited for his next match. He needed as much time as he could to prepare for his next step to become the Champion.

Two weeks later, the next episode of Monday Prime went live. Striker arrived at the arena half an hour early to prepare for the match. Glancing up at the arena, he took a deep breath.

“Alright, Striker... you got this. Show them you deserve a shot at the title.” He whispered to himself.

The Jolteon's face took on a fierce expression as he made his way to the competitors' entrance. As he made his way to the locker room, he was stopped by a blue hand placed on his shoulder. 

“'Ey, you,” A gruff voice greeted, “I hear you're my opponent tonight?”

Striker spun on his heels to face the other Pokemon. He was face to face with Tadou, the Manectric Speedster Champion. Striker recognized him right away from the videos: a yellow mane that spiked upwards, with orange streaks dyed into it, a cyan-colored main body with yellow wrist fur and spiky yellow fur around his waist, poking out on either side behind him. He wore a pair of blue tights tucked into white boots with a thunderbolt motif. Around his neck he wore a pendant with a Mega Stone set in it. Slung on his shoulder, presumably due to not being able to wear it, was the Speedster belt itself: a set of gold plates on a black leather belt, with the centerplate being a Pokéball flanked by two thunderbolts. Striker nodded at the Manectric with a smirk, pounding at his chest.

“Yes I am! Name's Striker, and I've studied your matches a lot, Tadou!” Striker boasted.

“Good.” Tadou replied. “So you're not going in blind. But studying doesn't entirely prepare you for a true contest, keep that in mind.” 

Striker nodded. “Of course. But I don't plan on losing!”

Tadou let out a quick, guttural laugh. “Well then~. We're on third tonight, go get ready.”

Striker nodded and made his way to the locker room finally. As Striker opened the door, he was immediately accosted by his newest two friends both slinging arms around him, catching him off guard.

“You finally made it, 'ey, future Champ?” Fiora the Blaziken asked coyly.

“You really have us excited mon amie, not going to lie~.” Michon the Smeargle added.

Striker blinked for a moment before laughing and wrapping an arm around each other Pokemon. “Yeah, I finally made it! And I am just as hype for this match as you are!”

“So energetic.” Fiora ruffled Striker's hair to punctuate that. “Cute.”

Striker grumbles and slips out from between the two, fixing his hair back up. “Yeah, Yeah. I met Tadou on the way here. Seems like a bit of a grump.”

“Oh, Tadou? Nah, he's just a bit of a competition freak.” Fiora explained.

“Kind of like you, actually.” Michon chuckled and added.

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” Striker replied, sticking his tongue out.

Fiora smirked and nudged the Jolteon. “Had a feeling you'd say that. You should go get ready.”

“Oh, uh... yeah!”

Striker got a couple pats on the back before he was sent to the locker room. As he was getting changed, the call for the first match is announced. Michon was going to fight someone named Holokai. Striker didn't recognize that name, so he merely strugged it off to finish changing. His outfit for tonight was a white tank top with thunderbold-styled yellow stripes along the front, blue sporty shorts, blue gloves, and white boots. Just as he finished changing, a Mienfoo nudged him in the ribs to get his attention.

“Hey, come watch the match!” Exlaimed the lean Fighting-type.

Despite being annoyed by the nudge, he decided to watch the match anyway. There was a TV set up in the corner of the locker room, with a crowd of Pokemon already gathered. Striker pulled up an empty chair to watch the match with everyone else.

He was normally the first match of the night since joining the League, so he never really took the time to watch the show in the locker room with the others. Instead, he'd take off shortly after pounding the ass of his losing opponent that night. Given he wasn't first for a change, there wasn't a reason not to join in this time.

The match seemed to be going well for Michon's fight against Holokai, the Golduck with feathers on his head styled to look like long, wavy hair. The TV displayed each combatants health in the bottom-right hand corner. Michon was at sixty percent, while Holokai was only at forty. Michon lunged forward with a Thunder Punch, but Holokai knocked him away with surprising little effort. Striker's ears were drawn to the commentary the others in the locker room were making after seeing this.

“Dude, why hasn't Michon ended it yet? He Sketched Thunder Punch, Energy Ball, Thunder Wave, and Double Team! He has a full moveset to fuck this guy!”

“Yeah, but this surfer dude has Amnesia and Wonder Room, Michon didn't prep for that.”

“Oh come on, that shit can only go so far against type weaknesses!”

Striker chuckled to himself as he heard them talk among themselves and adjusted himself. “Sometimes, you guys, luck is all that matters.”

The two Pokemon immediately in front of the TV, a Dusk Lycanroc and a Chesnaught, turned to Striker with a glare, which only brought on a cocky grin from the Jolteon, “What? You know its true. Some people are just luckier than others~.”

The two glanced at each other then rolled their eyes before turning back to the screen. In the match, Michon had finished charging up an Energy ball and sent it flying. Holokai took it to the gut and went skidding down the ring whilst still standing. This reduced its remaining health to a measly five percent, while Michon was still sitting pretty at twenty-five. However, Holokai gathered himself up with a battle cry loud enough to come through the noise of the crowd and commentary. Striker at this point, was beginning to tune out from the match.

“Holokai uses Surf!”

The Golduck let out a roar after yelling that and threw his arms back. A massive wave formed in the cave and crashed into Michon, throwing him hard into the side of the cage. Striker watched as Michon's health meter ticked all the way down to zero. Holokai raised his arms in victory, with the crowd going wild as the announcement was made over the commentary.

“Here is your winner: HO~LO~KAI!”

“And there you have it, Holokai landed a critical hit right at the end to knock down Michon.” A deep, matter of fact voice said over the feed.

“Yeah, no kidding! Michon likes fighting these new guys, but it's gotta be taking its toll, right?” A higher voice asked in response.

“He's been around for years, his body might be a bit too beaten.” A gruff voice huffed.

Striker rolled his eyes and kicked himself off the wall, making his way over to the door to the locker room. The Mienfoo who invited him over scampered up and hurried over to the Jolteon as he tried to leave.

“You're leaving already? But your match-”

“Is after the next one, so he needs to get to the ramp.” Fiora interjected. “Right?”

Striker nodded at both of them. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Fiora nodded at Striker and waved him off as the Jolteon made his way out the door. He clenched a fist as he started his stroll through the stadium halls. He wouldn't have minded sticking around, but hearing those comments about Michon struck a nerve. Michon had become a fast friend, hanging out with the Jolteon outside of the stadium with Fiora at times, normally ending with the two males fucking. On the way to the ramp, he noticed Holokai and Michon headed his way. Striker stopped as the two Pokemon noticed him.

“Ah, Striker!” Michon greeted, chuckling. “Did you watch the match?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Striker nodded. “You put in quite a fight, man!”

Michon chuckled a bit. “Yeah, but this Alolan, he 'cleaned my clock' as Unovans say.”

Holokai laughed and pet Michon on his Beret-shaped head, “'Ey man, don't beat yourself up! I'm honored my first match was against a veteran! That was nowhere near as easy as catching waves!”

Michon chuckled a bit. “Well, I'm glad to hear that, mon amie. But there's something you get for winning, you know~.”

The Golduck gave a hearty chuckle. “No, I don't! But I hope its a worthy prize indeed!”

Striker smirked and nodded. “Oh it will be, you'll see.”

Michon shot Striker a knowing wink, then lead Holokai back towards the locker room. “See you after your match, Striker! Good luck”

Striker nodded at the Smeargle. “Next time you see me I'll be the Speed Champ!”

Michon smiled and walked off with the Golduck. Striker continued on his way to the entryway. To the right side behind the stage setup was full of various stations with Pokemon doing various things: there was a Loudred manning a massive soundboard, an Ampharos running the lighting setup, and various Pokemon running the camera desk. Callum was visible at the camera control desk and upon hearing someone else arrive, he turned around to see Striker.

“Striker, my boy!” Callum greeted. “What're ya doing here already? Your match isn't on yet!”

“What can I say? I like being early.” Striker replied coyly. “Electric type speed and all that.”

Callum shrugged. “Well, don't hang around the production area, please. Wait by the actual ramp, if you would.”

Striker nodded and made his way out, heading to the other side of the backstage area. It was basically a small lounge setup with two leather couches arranged corner-style around a glass table across from a television monitor. One couch was empty, while the other had his opponent, Tadou, with the title belt slung on his shoulder. The Jolteon vaulted over the empty couch and plopped himself onto it, nodding over to Tadou.

“Couldn't handle the locker room tonight either, huh?” Striker asked.

Tadou glanced at Striker then focused back on the TV where the current match, a Lopunny vs a Lucario, was playing. “Everyone likes watching the post-match sex. I do too, but I never stick around on a title night.”

“Gotta focus.” Striker mused.

“Yeah.” Tadou replied curtly.

Striker pouted at the blunt response and turned to watch the match. The combatants' health was being displayed on the monitor behind the cage, the match was a relatively even, competitive bout. Both Pokemon deftly dodging and dashing across the ring, landing the occasional glancing blow. When both of their health reached twenty-five percent, they both Mega Evolved and dashed at each other. After an exchange of blows, the Mega Lopunny went crashing into the cage wall, defeated. Tadou let out a small chuckle and glanced at Striker.

“Mega Evolution, right? Ever since its secrets were rediscovered in Kalos, it's been a real game changer.” The Manectric's face forms a taunting smile. “That's what's waiting for you, you know. You can back out whenever you want.”

Striker listened to Tadou's words, then stuck his tongue out defiantly. “Fuck off. We're both Electric types, there's no type advantage for you to exploit, asshat.”

Tadou huffed and stood up, walking over to the entrance. Striker turned to follow him with his eyes, also noticing the Lucario and Lopunny make their way back into the backstage area. He cracked his knuckles as the announcement blared over the system:

“TADOU AND STRIKER, REPORT TO THE GUERILLA POSITION. TADOU AND STRIKER, REPORT TO THE GUERILLA POSITION.”

Striker kicked himself up off the couch and pointed to himself, angrily facing the production area. “I'm right here, guys!”

“Chill out, it's formalities!” Callum barked back.

Striker rolled his eyes and made his way to the entrance. Tadou had his arms crossed, staring daggers at him, with the Speed Rush Title now firmly around his waist. Striker pulled at the bottom of his eye and stuck his tongue out at Tadou in response. The Manectric grunted and turned to face the arena. After what must have been a solid minute, the ring announcer could be heard:

“The following contest is a Championship Match for the Speed Rush Championship!”

Striker cracked his knuckles and stared out the entrance. A brutal sounding set of guitar riffs blared out over the speakers as Tadou stepped out and was given his introduction.

“Introducing first, he is our current Speed Rush Champion. The Thunder Over Sunyshore, TA~DO~U~!”

Tadou lifted a fist into the air, then quickly knelt down and punched it into the ramp, sending an electric shockwave into the ramp and causing several lights to glow brighter, as well as lighting up new ones that flared to life in alternating flashes. The Manectric stood up and threw his arms out and let out a roar before finally making his way to the cage.

“What a fuckin' prick.” Striker cursed under his breath.

Once Tadou got into the ring, the arena lights went off completely. Small white lights popped up in the stands, no doubt from peoples' phones. A deep, rich set of guitar chords echoed through the sound system. Striker cracked his knuckles as he made his way out from backstage and into the darkness.

“And his opponent...” The announcer began. A guitar riff with violin accompaniment began coming out of the sound system. “From Ecruteak City... he strikes hard!” Striker threw his hand to the right and let loose a thunderbolt that went straight into a coil, lighting it up briefly. “He strikes fast!” The Jolteon immediately repeated this to his left. “He is STR~IKER~!”

Striker threw both hands out and shocked both coils, triggering the arena lights to flare back to life as his music blared, a loud symphonic rock track with Kantonian and Johtonian lyrics:

“Gomen ne, wakaru ka?”
“Ore no ichiban, mo wo wakari!”
“Jama shinaide, kudasai...”
“SHOKKU WO AGEMASU!”

Striker took in the roar of the crowd for a brief moment before dashing to the ring while his music continued to blare, lyrics continuing to pour into the crowd. He helped write the lyrics, so he knew exactly what was being sung, even if Pokemon from outside Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, or Sinnoh didn't: boastful lyrics about himself!

He climbs into the cage and smirks at Tadou, bobbing a bit to his music. The referee walks up and holds up the title belt for the camera before walking to the door and handing it to a ring-side attendant. As the cage door closes, the referee, a Linoone, approaches both combatants to address them.

“Alright, Championship match, so the rules are the same, but with extra penalties. No One-Hit K.O. Moves, aside from type weakness effectiveness. Any actions towards your opponent after their health hits zero will result in a disqualification, even if you won fairly before that. You will be disqualified if you show continuous disrespect to your opponent. The etiquette rules are strictly enforced in Championship matches: You only get two strikes, not three. If you're disqualified, you cannot compete for the title for three months. Both of you understand?”

“Loud and clear, chief.” Striker nodded.

“Of course.” Tadou gruffed.

The referee gave Tadou a narrow look, then walked over to the edge of the cage and motioned for the time keeper to ring the bell.

*DING DING DING*

Before Striker could get a single action in, Tadou charged forward and drove his elbow hard into Striker's gut. The Jolteon recoiled and stagged back as he clutched at the spot. Tadou cracked his knuckles and got into a martial stance. Striker coughed as he got up, and wiped some spit from his lips with his arm.

“Ok, so... you're an asshole all the time, but you'll pretend you care about being sporting and shit if your opponent gets back up after you knock them on their ass?” Striker asked incredulously.

“You didn't go down.” Tadou replied. “So I'll give you a free hit. It better land.”

“It better land?” Striker scoffed incredulously. “Ohohohoho, well then, you’re gonna regret that.”

Striker closed his eyes and clapped his hands together. Tadou cocked a brow as the Jolteon started a chant in Kantonian. As he chanted, a dark aura seemed to glow around him, growing stronger around his hands.

“What is he-?” Tadou was asking himself about Striker’s ritual, but then his eyes went wide. “Oh no.”
Despite the taunt of giving Striker a “free hit”, Tadou had figured out what Striker was planning to make it and was not willing to let him try anymore. The Manectric kicked off the ground and charged towards Striker, fangs bared. Tadou threw a punch at Striker’s head, but the Jolteon dodged it deftly and shot his eyes open.

“Missed me.” He said coyly. “Now it’s my turn! Here’s the Ecruteak City special!”

Striker pulled his hands apart, allowing Tadou to see a ball of energy, glowing with a menacingly dark energy for all of a second. The Jolteon was quick to throw his hands forward, launching the ball straight into Tadou’s gut, sending the Manectric flying back. As he landed on the mat, he rolled once before landing on his back. Tadou scrambled up and growled a bit.

“Oh, come now.” Striker started explaining. “You knew I had Shadow Ball in my back pocket, you had to. What’s Ecruteak City known for? Yeah, lots of Eevee and their evolutions live there. But the Indigo League’s Ghost Gym’s there too. Wanna see more?”

Striker took the ritual stance and started chanting to channel another Shadow Ball. Tadou growled and charged forward again and grabbed Striker’s neck, giving him a menacing glare. He said a single, guttural word.

“No.”

Tadou pulled Striker back, then drove him onto the mat with a fierce slam. Striker gasped as the air vanished from his body for a brief moment. Tadou cracked his knuckles and reached for a bracelet on his left wrist. It was a simple black band with two gems in it: a small, rainbow-colored orb and a slightly bigger, pink orb above it.

It was his Mega Evolution band.

“I’m not wasting the time.” Tadou said.

Striker tried to stop him, but was too late to stop the Manectric from pressing on the band to start the sequence. Gusts of wind overtook the cage as a ball of light formed around Tadou. Striker internally cursed at not having realized Tadou wasn’t wearing the necklace he wore when they met anymore. The Jolteon picked himself up, returning to a fighting stance as the ball became fully opaque, and glowing intensely. As cracks started to form in the orb, the Jolteon narrowed his eyes and braced for the incoming blast.

The orb of light shattered in a massive blast of power, blowing fiercely against the Jolteon. The Mega Evolution symbol shimmered briefly above Tadou’s head before vanishing. The Manectric’s legs were now completely blue, but starting from the top of his head and going all the way down to his tail, his body had taken on a massive, thunderbolt-shaped growth. The Mega Manectric cracked his knuckles and stared Striker down.

“Zing.”

Tadou uttered the word briefly, before he charged forward and grabbed onto Striker, and chucked him into the air. Before Striker could right himself, Tadou jumped up and struck Striker in the gut with a fierce elbow strike, sending Striker crashing to the mat again. The Jolteon lay there, winded and coughing heavily.

“Z-Zing? Zing?!” Striker moaned. “That’s… come on…”

Striker picked himself up and wiped some phlegm from his mouth. Tadou began to glow a bright red and stepped towards Striker.

“We’re fighting for the Speed title, little Jolteon. We have to be fast. Now stay down.”

Tadou swung out his arms and sent a massive wave of fire towards Striker. The Jolteon gasped and tried to dodge the attack, but he still felt the full impact on his left arm, the pain radiating from wrist to shoulder. Striker glanced down at his LifeGauger once he heard the low health tone go off:

TADOU: 80%
STRIKER: 15%

Striker growled as he began to pick himself up again, cracking his knuckles despite being groggy, and in pain. With a quick glance, the Jolteon saw a familiar face. Cole was in the ringside seating, with a look of deep concern for his friend. Striker let out a huff, snapping his back into his fighting stance once again.

“I’m not staying down, Tadou. You have to put me down!” Striker exclaimed.

Tadou growled and let electricity surge across his body. “Done deal. I’m not going to hold back, then!”

Tadou charged forward for one last charge at Striker, with a speed that looked as if he turned into a pure beam of electricity. The crowd gasped when the impact came, bathing the cage in a flash of light! The crowd fell to a quiet murmur as the electric blast began to recede, revealing Striker standing there with a glow of electricity that had been absorbed into his body. With the absorbsion even healing his wounds in mere seconds, Tadou was wide-eyed in shock.

“H-How?” He asked in disbelief.

Striker gave a small chuckle. “Volt Absorb, champ!” The Jolteon tapped his LifeGauger to pop up the display. “That was just the boost I needed! Thank you for getting carried away and hitting me with some of that good shit!”

Tadou trembled in anger at the Jolteon’s words, but the Mega Manectric started growling as he read the words in front of him:

TADOU: 80%
STRIKER: 40%

“Oh, yeah, get mad. That’ll improve things!” Striker teased.

“Oi!” The referee barked out. 

“Whoops. Sorry!” Striker gave the Linoone a thumbs-up. “I’ll just cut to the chase then and stop dicking around.”

A purple glow appeared around Striker, forming an outline along his body. He took a step… and became a blur of yellow, white, and blue that formed a ring around Tadou. Tadou’s head darted to and fro as he tried to get a bead on Striker. The Mega Manectric growled and threw a punch into the ring around him.

“What’s this now, Double Team?!” He snarled.

“Oh, nah.” Striker replied, coming to a stop. “That’s Agility.”

A tap on the shoulder caused Tadou to rapidly turn behind him, immediately being greeted by Striker’s smirking face. Tadou threw a punch, but it went through Striker’s form!

“This is Double Team!” The visage of Striker replied, before vanishing.

Tadou’s eyes went wide as he heard it again: that chant Striker used to produce Shadow Ball, coming from behind him!

“Boku wa jibun no te ni kage wo yobi…”

Tadou threw another punch at Striker’s form, but even that was a Double Team after-image! In a panic, Tadou turned to his left, just in time to see Striker in the stance, the Jolteon having completed the incantation.

“...ima teki o kōgeki shimasu!”

With one last Hail Mary to try and knock Striker down, Tadow threw a punch towards the third image of Striker, and connected! The Jolten reeled back from the blow, but before he could hit the ground, he opened his hands, sending a shadow ball blast into Tadou, causing them to both get knocked into the ground. Strike picked himself back up with a chuckle. He cracked his knockes, glancing down to his LifeGauger with a whistle.

“Damn, still over 50%, huh?” Striker quipped. “Guess you are Mega Evolved, right now. But you also took two Shadow Balls damn near point blank.”

Tadou growled as he picked himself up as well. “What are you getting at?!”

“Oh, nothing,” Striker shrugged with a grin, “I just know how to end this now.”

Striker then opened his mouth, which started filling with a bright orange glow. Tadou actually took one step back in shock, before steeling himself and snarling. “So that’s your gambit, little Jolteon?” The Mega Manectric let out a dark chuckle. “I can do that too.”

Tadou’s body crackled with electric surges as he opened his mouth, which also filled with that same orange light. The two stared at each other before they both opened their mouths as wide as they could.
A hellish whistling that warped the wind into shrill reverberations accompanied the beams of orange light, crackling with dark bolts of energy, that escaped their mouths. The two Pokémon stared continued to stare each other down as their beams crashed into each other, producing an explosive shockwave  in the middle of the ring.

As the nightmarish light bathed them, Tadou’s expression hardened and tensed while Striker’s faltered. He knew that, as a Mega, his Special attacks were going to be much stronger than his own and his speed just edged out the Jolteon’s. He had used Agility to get faster, but if he was going to win, he had to get creative.

Striker knew if he didn't do this right, he'd be done for. Once the time was right, he ducked straight down, allowing Tadou's beam to sail over his head. However, it also mean his beam was now aiming directly at Tadou's abdomen! The Mega Manectric had barely any time to react; he tried to move his head to aim lower, but it was too late. Tadou took a direct hit from the Hyper Beam and went sailing across the ring and crashed harshly into the cage, finally ending the trade of Hyper Beams.

Striker watched Tadou carefully, panting heavily as he looked his opponent over. Tadou slumped onto the floor into a sitting position, and looked at Striker, growling slightly.

“D-Dammit…” He huffed.

A bright light engulfed him, then exploded into flickers, revealing his original form. The Manectric fell onto his side as consciousness finally faded. The referee was very quick to call for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

The crowd, never once quieting down during the match, erupted into an even louder fervor upon its conclusion. The cage door was opened by a ringside attendant and the belt was handed to the Linoone, who brought it over to Striker. The Jolteon gave it a brief look, took it from the ref with a thumbs up and held it up in the air as the crowd erupted into further applause and cheering.

“Here is your winner, and… NE~W SPEED RUSH CHAMPION: STR~I~KE~R!”

The Jolteon made sure he faced every side of the stands to let everyone get a good look at him. His eyes in particular fell on Cole. The Arcanine wasn’t being raucous, but seeing him smile and clap for his friend made Striker feel warmer on a personal level. The medical staff let the Jolteon have his celebration before one of them finally tapped him on the shoulder.

“It’s time to get healed up, Striker.” The Audino explained.

“Oh. Yeah, ok.” Striker complied.

Striker handed the belt to the nurse and followed her out of the ring. As he climbed into the healing pod, he noticed Tadou being helped into the one on the other side of the arena. He did look mildly concerned, but brushed it off as the door of the tank closed. As before, he closed his eyes while his body was scanned and insta-healed with blinding light. When the door opened again he jumped out and pumped his fists.

“Whew! I feel ready to do all that again!” He exclaimed.

The Audino giggled slightly and handed the Speed Rush belt back to Striker. “Well, don’t get too carried away, champ.”

The Jolteon laughed as he took his belt back. He slung it over his shoulder and headed backstage. As he walked, he noticed Tadou briefly ahead of him and bolted to catch up to him.

“Hey~, former champ~.” Striker teased.

Tadou snorted as he turned to face the Jolteon. “Are you about to taunt me about losing?”

“Sure as shit I am!” Striker boasted, “You’ve been nothing but a total jerk to me this whole time! So since you’ve been a pain in my ass, imma be a pain in yours! Figuratively and-“

“Literally, yes, I know.” Tadou cut him off. “I’m well aware of the rules, Striker. But you’re not going to have me here in the hallway.”

“Of course not!” Striker teased. “Not enough witnesses.”

“That isn’t something most people complain about.” Tadou huffed.

“Most people aren’t absolute slutty sluts like me!” Striker exclaimed pridefully, pointing a thumb at himself.

Tadou just stared at Striker after that. He sighed and finally continued on, “I hate you so much.”

Striker shrugged, “I get that a lot.”

Tadou rolled his eyes and finally got to the locker room. When he threw it open, the sounds of cheering and applause again greeted Striker as he came into view with his new belt. The Jolteon took it off his shoulder and held it high into the air as he walked in. Michon and Fiora were right there in front of the crowd to welcome him. Michon was still naked from Holokai's victory sex, while Fiora was in her ring gear.

“Striker, you were incredible out there! Congrats!” The Smeargle cheered excitedly.

“Not a bad match at all, new champ.” The Blaziken said coolly. 

“Heh, you guys are too much!” Striker stuck his tongue out. He nudged his hand towards Tadou. “This guy didn’t make it easy for me though, asshole.”

Fiora narrowed her eyes at Tadou and walked up to him. The Manectric’s eyes glanced at her and he let out a small grunt. The Blaziken locked eyes with him and gave him a stern look before promptly punching him in the head. The arrogant jerk persona melted away as he staggered to avoid getting knocked down, looking like a Stantler caught in the headlights. He immediately righted himself and got right into Fiora’s face.

“That hurt, Fiora! What’s wrong with you?!” He whined.

“You laid it on too thick, jackass!” Fiora scolded. “Striker might actually hate you now.”

“What do you mean ‘too thick’? I was pushing him to win!” The Manectric replied argued defensively.

Striker just watched the scene with a look of utter confusion. “What is happening?”

Michon chuckled and leaned against Striker. “Tadou is Fiora’s paramore.” The Smeargle explained. “He plays a hardened jerk until you beat him, but he’s really a bit of a softy at heart.”

Tadou rubbed his head and turned towards the two. “Yeah, I was exaggerating my usual personality a bit. I found out doing that helps my opponents fight harder. It makes them want to beat the big, bad jackass no matter what.”

“...So did I ever meet the real you?” Striker asked with a head-tilt.

“When we first met, yeah. Everything else was me turning the dial to eleven.” Tadou explained.

Striker just stared at Tadou with a blank expression before finally handing his title belt to Michon and pulling his top off and tossing it to the floor. “Yeah… fuck that. Fuck literally all of that. I’m going to destroy that ass.”

Tadou chuckled with a smirk, “Well, you’re more than welcome to try.”

“So smug… but for how long?” Striker growled as he loosened each glove and let them fall to the floor.

Tadou stepped out of his boots and started undoing his tights. “So, how do you want me?”

Striker had just finished kicking his boots off and quickly yanked off the shorts, and jockstrap he was wearing under them, off in a quick motion. The now naked Jolteon kicked the clothes to the side and sauntered over to Tadou, licking his lips. When he got close to the Manectric, he placed his hands on the other Pokémon’s shoulders and grinned at him.

“Your troublesome ass is getting it right here, pinned to the lockers.” He explained.

“Would not be the first time.” Fiora chimed in.

Striker gazed at her then turned his dark eyes back to Tadou. “Oh she totally pegs you, doesn’t she?”

Tadou grunted with an annoyed grimace, not wanting to confirm anything. The Jolteon just laughed and spun Tadou around, making the Manectric have to put his hands against the lockers. Striker knelt down and yanked Tadou’s tights and sports briefs off in one fluid motion, exposing his ass to the congregation. Striker licked his lips and pushed an arm against Tadou’s back. The Manectric grunted as he was pushed against the lockers. Striker chuckled at that.

“You’re mine, Sparky~.” Striker teased.

With that, the Jolteon buried his muzzle between the Manectric’s cheeks and started lapping fervently at his tailhole. The Manectric huffed and closed his eyes, letting out low growls as Striker worked at his hole with expert precision. All the while, his hands were all over that blue tush, rolling the cheeks and spreading them as wide as they could go, occasionally smacking them.

Tadou wasn’t being particularly loud, but the blush across his face belied his lack of volume to show he was enjoying it. Striker could certainly tell with how he felt the other male’s tailhole clench on his tongue. The Jolteon chuckled and pressed it in deep, swirling it around against that fleshy ring before finally pulling away with a huff.

“I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this~.” Striker stated hungrily, “You're gonna be shouting my name~.”

“Rrrf… I doubt that…” Tadou growled.

“Oh you do?” Striker asked coyly.

The Jolteon stood up and pressed himself against Tadou, making the Manectric bop against the lockers. Striker started to grind his cock between those slicked up cheeks and licked his lips. After giving Tadou’s ass a firm smack and squeeze, Striker angled his cock and slowly thrust it into the other male, sucking on his bottom lip as he felt his length slip in.

“Ah~ yeah, still so tight!” He exclaimed. “Fiora treats you good~.”

“You know he actually fucks me more often than not, right?” Fiora chimed in, the Blaziken now leaning against the lockers on the other side of the room.

“Well, you should peg him more then~.” Striker replied coyly.

Fiora actually laughed at that while she continued watching. Striker stuck his tongue out at her before giving Tadou’s rump another firm smack as he bottomed out inside the other male. The Jolteon squeezed the Manectric’s hips and planted himself against the his opponent’s body, the lockers creaking beneath them. Striker pressed his hands against the lockers as he started to pull himself back, cock sliding slowly out from Tadou’s rump.

Before the head became visible, Striker slammed himself back in. While he normally built his partners up with slow and increasingly faster thrusts, Tadou frustrated him enough to not be afforded that luxury. He wasn’t about to go as far as rape, but he immediately started going hard on the Manectric’s rump, pounding it with rapid thrusts right out of the gate. Tadou gasped and growled back at the Jolteon.

“Y-you… spoiled brat…” Tadou muttered.

“Yeah, yeah, c-call me whatever... rrff~… ya want… former champ.” Striker replied, with a wink, “I know ya like this~.”

Tadou grumbled under his breath, but he could not hide his arousal. Feeling the Jolteon jackhammer his backside was definitely a turn on with how hard his cock was, throbbing and leaking pre against the cold metal locker. The Manectric huffed and closed his eyes, letting the Jolteon do his thing, knowing the results would be worth it.

On the sidelines, Fiora and Michon looked on, the Smeargle looking a bit concerned at the scene in front of them. Fiora noticed this and nudged the shorter Pokemon.

“Hey, you’re not worried for Tadou, are you? You know he’s taken harder than this.”

“I mean, I know, but…” Michon replied.

“Relax. Striker’s angry, but he’s showing enough restraint not to make it… you know, bad. I’d legitimately beat his ass if he were.”

The Smeargle sighed. “Ok, you’re right.”

Fiora smirked and nodded. “No rule stopping you from jerking it to the scene, though. But you already knew that. So get to it.”

“...Yes madam~!” Michon replied with a renewed enthusiasm as his hand glided down to his cock, which quickly grew hard in his touch.

Striker’s ears picked up the entire conversation, and he grunted in annoyance. However, he was going to keep his mouth shut on the matter for now. What was more important to the Jolteon right now, was the pounding he was giving Fiora’s boyfriend right now in front of everyone! He huffed and growled, chuckling to himself as his hips smacked firmly against Tadou’s cheeks.

“Y-Ya know… I’d be willing to help you out too… if ya ah~pologize… for goin’ overboard earlier~.”

Tadou shook his head. “J-Just keep going, brat. I’ll be just fine…”


Striker shugged his shoulders, before patting Tadou on his spiky-furred head. The Jolteon got right back to work, closing his eyes, and moaning audibly as his dick pulsed an oozing pre into Tadou's hole. It slicked it up further, and deeper than his tongue could hope to reach. It allowed Striker to change things up a bit, trading the speed of his thrusts for more power, making sure the sound of their bodies smacking against one another was unavoidable.

However, the change of pace came with a drawback, and that was time. A few more thrusts, and Striker began to feel that familiar build up inside him. It made him squirm, folding his ears back with a chuckle as the pressuring pleasure built up.

“Oohohoho… y-you’re… gettin’ lucky… I won’t last… much longer~.” Striker huffed.

“Y-Yeah… go for it…” Tadou whispered.

“W-What was that?” Striker asked.

Tadou smirked to himself before finally calling out, “Fill my ass, Striker!”

Striker's brain felt like the slots in the Goldenrod Game corner, with each reel slamming into a 7-7-7 jackpot hearing Tadou's shout. The Jolteon had a hyper energetic smile as his ears shot straight up. He stopped his thrusts to reel his hips back as far as he could...

Before he could exit Tadou's backside, Striker thrust his hips forward and began a new pace, now trading depth for pure speed. Out of instinct, Striker even felt one of his legs lift off the ground and brush against Tadou’s out of animalistic instinct. The Jolteon let out small whimpers and barks as he felt that orgasmic tipping point rapidly approaching closer and closer. Striker bit his lip as his breaths got sharper, quicker. His hands latched tightly onto Tadou’s body as it came closer and closer still…

“Ahh… f-fuck yeah!!!!”

Striker yelped as he slammed himself firmly back into Tadou’s ass, moaning with his mouth wide-open as his orgasm finally rocked him. Both Pokemon felt spurt after spurt of the Jolteon’s thick, hot cum shoot into the Manectric. Tadou wound up blowing his own load at the same time, painting the lockers in front of him with his thick spurts.

Striker tried his best to keep himself upright during his orgasm, but as it started dying down, he finally flopped down against Tadou, who then flopped against the lockers from the new weight. The Jolteon was panting heavily in the afterglow and slowly opened his eyes. He moved his head to take a glance at the lockers beneath them and let out a chuckle.

“Damn… that’s gonna be quite the clean up, big guy…” Striker mused.

Tadou glanced down at his own mess and let out a smaller chuckle. “Can’t leave til we do~.”

Striker shrugged. “Hey, fine by me… staff probably wouldn’t let me leave without helping anyway.”

“Well, looks like you literally fucked all of your hatred out.” Fiora chimed in, approaching the two.

Striker turned and stuck his tongue out at the Blaziken. “I wouldn’t say that…” He tilted his head slightly. “Where’s Michon?”

“H-Here I am!” Michon called out, huffing as he fell to his knees, his own orgasm ending, as shown by the last drops of cum leaving his cock and joining the splotches on the floor.

Striker laughed. “Of course…” He glanced to Fiora. “Did you want me getting up now?”

“Nah, you can rest.” Fiora shrugged.

“Good~.” Striker sighed.

“Don’t think I want to try getting up yet anyway…” Tadou added.

The two Pokemon lay there for just a bit longer before finally getting up to clean up and redress. Striker stuck around to watch the rest of the show and hang out with the others, cheering for every new pair that entered the locker room for their post match sex, even stroking himself a couple times before the night was done!

After the show ended, everyone started to clear out. Striker gathered up his bag and the belt, slinging both on either shoulder. Before he could even turn to the door, he was stopped by Tadou placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You take good care of that.” Tadou said. “I mean it, that’s a big honor… and well-fought to earn.”
Striker nodded, hoisting the large metal and leather strap over his shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t plan on losing this anytime soon!” He grinned. “Even to you in the eventual rematch.”

Tadou smirked. “There it is. You keep that spirit up, crank down the ego, and you’ll go far here.”

“Hey, the ego is the spark that lights the fire!” Striker retorted, sticking his tongue out.

Tadou let out a chuckle then made his way out. Striker huffed and followed suit to leave. As he exited the stadium, he noticed a large number of people in the parking lot still, both fans and competitors. The Jolteon noticed a familiar face headed towards their car and called out to him.

“‘Ey Cole!”

The Arcanine’s ears perked up and he turned around, rubbing the back of his head as he gave his usual friendly but awkward smile in greeting.

“Hey Striker… that sure was an intense night, wasn’t it?”

If Jolteon tails weren’t a flared set of spiky fur, his would start wagging like Cole's could. “You bet!” he adjusted the belt on his shoulder.

Cole chuckled, noticing the gold-plated leather strap on Striker's shoulder, and giving a nod with a smile that never seemed to fade. “Yeah, 'I bet' indeed. I was scared for you, I won't lie. But you pulled through, and now you have that shiny new belt to show for it.”

Striker was practically glowing as he exclaimed, “Damn right! It’s mine now, and I plan to keep it that way for a long while!”

Cole’s smile became a lot warmer at Striker’s glowing personality. That ego was coming up again, but Cole knew to expect that. “So, how do you want to celebrate? I assume that's why you flagged me down?”

Striker nodded at the question. “Yes, actually. You already eat?”

“Oh, uhh… before the show, yeah.” The Arcanine admitted.

“Ah, damn.” The Jolteon replied, snapping his fingers.

Cole rubbed the back of his head again as a thought entered his head. “I return to my first question. How did you want to celebrate? I doubt food was it…”

Striker stuck his tongue out and laughed. “I mean, part of it. I wanna fuck. But, I was gonna at least be considerate enough to eat with ya first… this time!”

Cole gave a knowing smirk. “So then, your place or mine, Champ?”

“Champ.” Striker echoed the word in his mind. Hearing it just got him more and more excited. He couldn’t help but reach up to give the much larger Pokemon a firm crotch grope. “How about right here in the parking lot?”

Cole huffed and growled slightly, but gently pushed Striker’s hand away. “That’s a very bad idea.”

Striker laughed. “Fine, then. Follow me home, hot stuff. You’re gonna give me that big schlong of yours in my bed~!”

“Heh… well, that works for me. I assume you’ll want me to stay the night?” Cole assumed.

“Up to you~!” Striker winked.

Cole chuckled as he opened his car door. “We’ll see.”

Striker fist-pumped as Cole got into his car. Striker quickly made his way over to his own and set course to get home. He did tell Cole to follow him after all! The Jolteon was deeply excited for the night ahead of him now, having to brave the bulge in his pants the entire drive home until then. ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Striker's Fight, Part 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "365" }