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Game:Pokemon
Artist: Satoshi Tajiri
Official site:https://www.pokemon.com/us/



The story is written by Jonaphin~~!  randomist9363

At the end of summer, the carnival comes to town, with this one being the few to maintain a tradition of strongmen shows... or more accurately, strong Pokemon; Strong-Mons. Even amongst their own species, they were all burly titans that performed feats of strength that always brought in the crowds. The newest addition to their Strong-Mon troupe was an Obstagoon from the far-flung Galar region, boasting that nothing can hurt him, let alone topple his imposing form, challenging the audience to try.

PokeDex: Obstagoon, the Block Pokemon. The combination of it's thick fur coat, corded muscle-tissue, high bone density and low center of gravity have made this Pokemon a formidable opponent in tournaments and battles, winning by sheer endurance.

Obstagoon: You heard it from the 'Dex, folks! If you can even make me flinch, you get the bottom prize of $100! Lose my footing, you get $500! Knock me out... heh, $1000 dollars! Tho, nobody's come close to that!

His arrogant boasting and the chance at winning prize money always lured carnival-goers to test their mettle and punching-power against this exotic Mon's sinewy form. But his ego was well-deserved, having every clenched fist bounce off his tensed muscles, barely even noticing them. Adding salt to one loser's wound, he pretended to fall alseep amid a flurry of angry jabs as his midsection from one angry contender.

Obstagoon: Alright sport, you had your chance, let somebody else make a fool of themselves!

Humiliated, the sore loser stormed off the stage with his head held low, ashamed to let another person see their wounded pride. Obstagoon's rose-quartz eyes scanned the crowd for the next challenger, his smirk taunting the next one to come forth, hoping to wipe off his pointed muzzle.

Of course, another one did. This one was an ape, an actual simian, with terrible posture, long dangling arms covered in scars and white tattoos, and a blank harrowed-looking expression that would've unnerved the Pokemon's less stoic colleagues.

Obstagoon: So, you think you've got a good right hook or two?

Jonaphin: ... I don't think. I know.

Obstagoon: Confident... I like that! Even better when I take it away!

The Block Pokemon unfolded his large arms, exposing his impervious midsection for the next volley.

Jonaphin: ...Could you raise your right arm?

Obstagoon: What...?

Jonaphin: ...Your right flank is the only place that has not been struck yet, since you barely lift that arm to expose it.

Obstagoon: Your'e saying my right side is my weakspot?!

Jonaphin: ...Only your lower serratus.

If he weren't on stage, Obstagoon would be both shocked and impressed by this strange ape's observation. But, as the consummate professional and entertainer he was, he kept up the arrogant facade.

Obstagoon: Let's say you're right about this and you fnally put me in my place. What then?

Jonaphin: ...Then you would have the right to return the grievance.

The odd choice of words made the strong-mon pause for a moment.

Obstagoon: So I can return the favor, punching you back...?

Jonaphin: Because fair is fair.

Obstagoon: Hahahaha!! Then go right on ahead! [relaxing right arm, clawed hand resting on hip] Keep in mind, I can dish out way more than I can take!

Jonaphin: I'd expect nothing less from you...

The ape readied his left arm for one precise jab, while the Strong-Mon poked his surprisingly long tongue out in one last mocking gesture, before his pride was finally wounded.