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The doors of the Veilstone City Gym burst open, nearly breaking them off their hinges, and a very burly looking man casually strode through the doors with a smoking cigar in his mouth, approaching the Machoke currently training on the sandbag nearby.
"Hello there!" he said in a casual voice as he walked up to the Pokémon. "I was hoping to take a moment of your time. You see, my name is Armstrong, I'm running a campaign to become elected president of this fine country, and I would appreciate the help of some muscle to...make sure nothing can stop me prematurely. To make things brief, I'd like you to come work for me."
"Ma-choke!" The Pokémon said, disgruntled, before returning to the sandbag.
Slightly irritated, Armstrong walked up to the Machoke and put his hand on its shoulder. "Please, don't turn me down so suddenly. I'm sure we can-"
His statement was cut off when the Pokémon suddenly turned and violently punched the man away. Turning back to the sandbag, it stopped when it saw Armstrong's steaming arms from having blocked the attack, appearing with a metal sheen before returning to normal. The man uncrossed his arms and readjusted his glasses, spitting out his cigar.
"So, I see you're a man of fists instead of words," Armstrong said, cracking his knuckles and getting the cricks out of his neck. "That's fine. If you want to know the truth of things, I hate having to use words too. Society is broken, where some monkeys dressed up in suits can gain all the power in the world with just pretty words. The only thing that should matter in this world is your raw strength." Armstrong violently ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, before he lowered himself into a combat stance. "So, let's see yours."
In the blue corner, we have Senator Armstrong from Metal Gear, and in the red corner, we have Machoke from Pokémon.
"Hello there!" he said in a casual voice as he walked up to the Pokémon. "I was hoping to take a moment of your time. You see, my name is Armstrong, I'm running a campaign to become elected president of this fine country, and I would appreciate the help of some muscle to...make sure nothing can stop me prematurely. To make things brief, I'd like you to come work for me."
"Ma-choke!" The Pokémon said, disgruntled, before returning to the sandbag.
Slightly irritated, Armstrong walked up to the Machoke and put his hand on its shoulder. "Please, don't turn me down so suddenly. I'm sure we can-"
His statement was cut off when the Pokémon suddenly turned and violently punched the man away. Turning back to the sandbag, it stopped when it saw Armstrong's steaming arms from having blocked the attack, appearing with a metal sheen before returning to normal. The man uncrossed his arms and readjusted his glasses, spitting out his cigar.
"So, I see you're a man of fists instead of words," Armstrong said, cracking his knuckles and getting the cricks out of his neck. "That's fine. If you want to know the truth of things, I hate having to use words too. Society is broken, where some monkeys dressed up in suits can gain all the power in the world with just pretty words. The only thing that should matter in this world is your raw strength." Armstrong violently ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, before he lowered himself into a combat stance. "So, let's see yours."
In the blue corner, we have Senator Armstrong from Metal Gear, and in the red corner, we have Machoke from Pokémon.
- This is a battle to the death or incapacitation. No holds barred.
- Neither character are aware of each other beforehand, and there is no prep time.
- Neither character are allowed any outside help.
- This battle takes place in the Veilstone City Gym, giving Machoke the home-field advantage.
- Speed is equalized.
- "I have a dream!": 0
- "Machoke!": 0
- Inconclusive: 0