I'll be honest. I know English very poorly, so there may be mistakes in the text. And I'm a lousy writer. But I wanted to write this little story for you so much that I took it and wrote it. DON'T judge me too harshly )))) I hope you like it ))))

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Bright lights, loud music, and 30,000 fans greeted little Spinarak at one of the stadiums in Ocean Beach City. His trainer was incredibly proud of him. And it’s not surprising, because it was almost impossible to get into the stadium of a major promotion. The young trainer was sure that this was a well-deserved invitation, not thinking for a second about how big this event was. In the yard of his house, his Pokemon was really stronger than many opponents. And he always dreamed of becoming the strongest Pokemon trainer. His dream came true (or so it seemed to him) on the day he received an email with an invitation to a fight. At that moment, no one knew how badly everything would end. The young trainer knew this promotion very well. High-class Pokemon fought there. The fees for one fight could reach several tens of millions of dollars. These fights were watched by more than a billion people around the world. And this fact attracted the trainer to take part in this battle. The CEO of the promotion decided to open a completely new type of battle to attract an even larger audience. The organization sent out random letters to the database of Pokémon trainers to invite them to the competition. But the director's idea was poorly thought out. Instead of arranging a battle between novice trainers, he decided to arrange a battle between amateurs and professional fighters, in the hopes of increasing the color of the battles. Of course, none of the assistants and advisers objected to the director, it was a pointless exercise. The director was stubborn and did everything at his own discretion. At a certain moment, the music to which Spinarak and his trainer came out died down. And a few seconds later, the opening song Iron Maiden - No More Lies sounded. The audience literally exploded with screams and applause when Blaziken and his trainer appeared in public to this song. A short guy with a mustache, dressed in a denim suit, did not look like a Pokémon trainer at all. He looked more like a guy who got lost and instead of the audience went to the arena. He was sloppily dressed, was clearly fat, and his hair was a little disheveled. But the Blaziken standing next to him was completely different. He was 2 meters 35 centimeters tall, his figure was incredibly muscular, a chiseled body, legs reminiscent of tree trunks, muscular arms with huge paws clenched into fists. His feather was well-groomed, and literally shone in the colors of the spotlights. His muzzle was lowered down, his eyes were closed. When the words of the verse began in the song, the Pokemon raised his muzzle up, opened his sky-blue eyes. After which the pair began their way to the arena. When the Pokemon entered the arena, he stood rooted to the spot. He saw the trainer, but did not see his opponent. Waiting for his trainer to approach him, Blaze looked at him in surprise. Lowering his head to his trainer, Blaze noticed a tiny opponent on the floor out of the corner of his eye. The fighter's calm face frowned. - Blaziken!!! The Pokemon exclaimed loudly, looking at his trainer with a displeased look. The mustachioed chubby guy began to peer at the arena floor, squinting his small eyes. - We'll figure it out now. While Blaziken's trainer was figuring out why such a weak opponent was put up against him, Blaziken himself walked around the perimeter of the arena, looking at the crowd of spectators and demonstrating the beauty of his muscular body, delighting the already excited crowd. - Mister Anderson! Don't be arrogant!!! I understand that your Pokemon is a real veteran of battles, but your doubts towards the invited guest are unfair!!! - You've gone completely crazy!!! My Blaze will destroy him!!! This idea is a failure!!! - Mister Anderson!!! The fight will take place!!! The discussion is over!!! As if that wasn't enough, the young trainer began to complain that his Pokemon was being unfairly underestimated. -Okay!!! Let it be what it will be!!! Spinarak was already feeling very bad. The loud music was causing him severe discomfort, but it was much worse to watch a huge, muscular titan walking around the perimeter of the arena. Each of his steps shook the flooring very hard, deafening with loud claps of the elastic and very strong legs of the fighting anthropomorphic bird. He was so gigantic that even the claw on his toe was much larger than a spider. The mustachioed trainer returned to his place and called Blaziken to him with a casual wave of his hand. Seeing this, Blaziken walked straight to his trainer, almost through the center of the arena. Thump! Thump!!! Thump!!! Spinarak barely had time to understand what had happened, as the titan's paw fell next to him. The auditorium disappeared in a split second behind a destructive wall of gray flesh that was the fighter's bird's feet. A deafening bang literally blew the spider out of its place and to the side. A stream of air flipped it onto its back. This already served as a reason for the entire hall to tens e up. The Pokémon approached its little man, knelt before him, and began to listen attentively, catching every word of its trainer. When Spinarak rose back to its feet and turned to its trainer, all it saw was a thumb raised up, and an approving smile on his trainer's face. - What have I gotten myself into. Thought Spinarak. POKEMON TO THE STARTING POSITION!!! The judge's voice made the music stop, and the Pokemon stand at the starting point before the fight. Blaziken saw that the small spider had moved to the start rather quickly, so there was no time to waste. The young trainer had planned that when the fight began, he would give the command to Spinarak to tie the titan's legs with web, then poison the opponent, and the job was done. The next second changed everything. When the judge gave the signal to start the fight, the young trainer only managed to shout the first two letters of Spinarak's name, when Blaziken was already hanging over the spider. The titan raised his leg 180 degrees up, after which he stompthe spider with all his might. The blow was so strong that each of the 30,000 people felt the shock wave under their butts. The seats in the stands vibrated. Everyone fell silent as if on cue. White smoke was pouring out from under Blazeken's leg. But the titan didn't finish there, he raised his leg, showing the spider's trainer the sad state of his protégé. At that moment, the fight had to be ended, but the referee was shocked, as was everyone in the arena. TOOOM!!! The second blow. The spectators jumped up. Blaze raised his leg again. This time the spider literally stuck to the titan's leg. But there was no command from the referee again. - Enough Blaze!!! The voice of the dearest and closest person, like a mental anesthetic, sobered Blaze up. Undoubtedly, this fight was very easy, but it was one of the most unpleasant experiences of the Thai kickboxing veteran. The voice of the mustachioed chubby also sobered up the referee, who immediately stopped the fight, awarding the victory to Blazeken. Blaziken immediately took the injured spider to the young trainer. Blaziken could do nothing to help the guy except somehow console him with a hug. Such a gesture from a fighter was completely uncharacteristic of him. The result of this incident was as follows: The promotion paid the guy $300,000 for this battle. Blaze earned $1,500,000 from this fight. The director canceled his own initiative to hold such fights. However, the criticism from the audience towards him was quite serious. Spinarak recovered in two days. And Blaze and I went home. The next day I took Blaziken to visit Spinarak and the guy. And the guy said that he would spend the money he earned on a medical university to help Pokemon. (And yes, that fat, mustachioed, unkempt trainer is me)