Discriminated against and born in a rough neighbourhood of fighting, dark and flying types, Spyke has long lived in a simple philosophy to overcome fate, adversity and to pursue happiness. When the other fighting types looked the other way on the urchin of a riolu, he trained, quietly, alone, silently, in small corners of his difficult neighbourhood until he was strong enough to face actual oppenants.

The corruption grew and coalesced into a underground fighting syndicate, centred around cage matches, no barred fighting and no rules. No one cared if you lived or died, but winning matches was a way to climb in society, or atleast cut off people from bothering you so much.

Pouring all his blood sweat and tears into his passion, things seemed to be going great, until a strange Zoroark shown up as his oppenant~