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"Ladies and gentleman" The first words Pokemon heard in the grand Fighting Tournament entry match. Already, a match was taking place. Pokemon could see three figures: a large cloaked figure with an orb floating next to it and two competitors. The cloaked figure was standing between the two, slightly taller than both of them. One of the competitors was a Vigoroth who seemed quite feisty and ready for a battle. The other one had its back turned to the other. It was a Drowzee, and he was munching on a large steam bun.

"As it turns out, we have an odd number of competitors, so we shall have one qualifying match for our last two competitors to enter," the cloaked figure said before the Vigoroth ran up to the cloaked figure.

"As if this is necessary!" Vigoroth shouted. "You seriously think pitting me up against a fat food-hound is a fair fight!?" The Drowzee paused his pre-fight meal as he said this. "But I suppose it's a good idea to fill him with false hope. Let him have a chance to make a fool of himself as I, well, you know, weed out the weak!"

The Drowzee stood up, his back still turned to the Vigoroth before he tossed what was left of his steam bun, about half of it, behind him. He then turned to the Vigoroth, ready to fight. ...But then his eyes darted back to his steam bun, which he rushed right to and resumed munching on. The audience laughed at the Drowzee. The Drowzee wasn't particularly different in size for his species, which was pretty chunky, but most Drowzee weren't known for stuff like this.

"What's the matter? Are steam buns more important than fighting!?" the Vigoroth shouted. "Come on, tubby! At least try to fight! Or are you just going to sit there and stuff your face!?"

The Drowzee had finished his steam bun and stood up to pose for the Vigoroth. "I'll make you feel quite silly when I'm through with you," the Drowzee taunted.

"Oh, so you ARE going to fight me, then!" the Vigoroth shouted. The Vigoroth charged right at the Drowzee, launching himself for a claw swipe.

...As you'd expect, the Drowzee spun out of the way. He then sent a fist to the Vigoroth's face. He followed this with a knee to the chest, staggering him backward to allow the Drowzee to follow up with a kick from the same leg to the same area. The Drowzee then followed up with one more attack, a hook from his hand, which beared a ring with a purple gem. The attack knocked a fang out of the Vigoroth's head. It was clear the Vigoroth didn't know what hit him.

The Vigoroth got up, and he kept trying and trying to get a shot in, but the Drowzee outsmarted him quite easily, dodging most of his attacks, sending harder blows. It was clear the Drowzee was slower than the Vigoroth, but the Drowzee's brain was faster. Eventually, the Vigoroth made one last attempt to get up after a hard blow from the Drowzee's ringed hand again, but failed and collapsed.

"Weeding out the weak, was it?" the Drowzee asked the Vigoroth after putting a hoof on his back. The Vigoroth wasn't getting up.

"Congratulations, Enzo," the cloaked figure said. "Not that I'm surprised, of course, since it was obvious that idiot was setting himself up for failure, but regardless, you are now officially in the tournament. Of course, there are hundreds of other competitors who are probably a lot smarter than "Egg-Head" down there, but still... Good luck and such."

Enzo... That was the name of the Drowzee. He was now officially in the tournament.

But also in the tournament, the other competitors were getting ready for a fight. Some more confident than others, but all itching to win.

: Poppy and Ribbon walked down the halls talking to each other: "Wait seriously? There's a drowzee in the tournament?" : Poppy asked: "Yep, and he won again a vigoroth" :Ribbon replied:

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Nearby, a Dragonite and Watchog were eavesdropping on Poppy and Ribbon. "A Drowzee? This might be easier than I thought, Punch," the Dragonite said, referring to the Watchog as "Punch."

"Forget tubby, Pop! Look at those two!" Punch shouted, refering to Dragonite as "Pop." "Hey there ladies! Are you lost? The Beauty Pagent isn't even in the city!"

: Poppy leapt at the watchog and started punching him: "Poppy stop!" :Ribbon cried out from behind her. She pulled the lopunny away from the watchog: "I am SO sorry about that!"

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"She just wanted to "punch Punch," Pop said. "You'll have to excuse my misogynistic friend, he can be kind of a pig, but that's because he's strong. ...And so am I." Pop thrust out his umbrella and opened it up. "I'm Pop, and this is Punch."

"Hmph, hehe, sissy punches won't win you a fight against me," the Watchog said.

"LET ME AT HIM!" : Poppy yelled, trying to get out of Ribbon's grip: "I'm Ribbon, and this is Poppy. I'm guessing you can tell, but Poppy really doesn't like guys..." :Ribbon said:

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"That's a shame, cause I REALLY like the gals," Punch said.

Enzo eventually came into the hall with something under his arm. Not food, but a book. He lied down nearby and started reading the book.

: Poppy huffed at Punch before walking away: "See you later then, I guess." :Ribbon called over her shoulder to them, running to catch up with Poppy:

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Enzo was starting to get annoyed by Punch and Ribbon's antics, put a bookmark in his novel and started walking alongside Ribbon and Poppy. "Was he bothering you?" Enzo asked.

: Poppy stopped to glare at Enzo before running off. Ribbon shrugged: "So you're the one who won the fight against the vigoroth?" : She asked:

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"I'm the only Drowzee in the tournament," Enzo said. "I hope everyone isn't as overconfident as he." His tone was quiet, but somewhat annoyed. It might have just been his tone, but it was hard to tell.

OOC: Hello?

(sorry that I'm being kinda hesitant to post, its just that I'm not sure what to post)

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(Oh, nevermind, this RP's a bust anyway.)