Game RP Abused Desires (Knight of None)

As she scrapped the glass up, Zigs shook his head, simply turning to return to his dressing room and get a clean shirt. He wasn't going to waste time nor spend it trying to convince her. If she wanted to sequester herself, he would allow it to play as she chose.
 
And she'd remain in her dressing room for a while, at least until he'd gone out for his next round, back into the arena. If he cared to glance at the crowd, he'd catch sight of her sat in much plainer attire, a baseball cap pulled low over her face and a bandage over her hand as she watched, the only thing that gave her away the fact she was glaring heavily at him whilst everyone else was cheering madly.
 
Zigs walked back onto the arena, waving to the audience and seeming to be trying to look at them all. Giving them all his best smile, rathervthsn pretending as he had in the first round. He rubbing his hands together as the stage began to open up, transforming from the grassy forest to a sandy desert scape.
 
Eleanor shifted forwards, glaring harder at Ziggs in response to the stage opening up into something that would have been so much better for her, the open plains and lack of hiding spaces for him making her already pissed off state worse "Fucker gets luckier and luckier..." She muttered to herself "Bet his opponent is some poor water type now... scripted bullshit to make him win..."
 
Eleanor leant forwards slightly, smirking as she saw the Krook rise from the sands, licking her lips "Nevermind... guess he's got another challenge... Now he'll know what it's like to fight in an environment meant for his opponent." She laughed to herself, crossing her arms even as the rest of the crowd around her surged in a mixture of cheers and boos as the Krookodiles appearance.
 
Zigs lowered himself, his mon form unleashing slowly, his claws glinting as they both waited for the call. Gen lifted the microphone to his lips. "...Begin." He called.

The sand erupted, Zigs dashing forward as the Krookodile craved downward into it, narrowly avoiding the Slash that raked a trench inti the sand . Zigs skidding around in the sand, trying to gather traction to turn and maneuver.
 
As Eleanor waited, the crowd waited with baited breath, an eruption of dust rose up as the Krookodile burst out and grappled him, dragging him inti the burning sands and slamming him down to rain blows on him hard and fast. Zigs shifted his posture, tucking his arms over his face amidst the ground and pound assault. It was upclose and rough, nor some game of elegance here.
 
Eleanors grin got wider in response to Ziggs being pinned and beaten on the ground, sitting back and basking at the fact she was getting to watch him losing, even as the rest of the crowd made a loud noise of sympathy for the Zigzagoon, all his fans horrified by what was happening to him. It was, however, at this point that Eleanor remembered something "Oh shit..." She muttered, standing to head back to the participants ready area, the fact she'd completely forgotten the fact that she still had to compete for third place returning to the forefront of her mind.
 
As Eleanor got up to go back to participants staging area, the crowd gasped as the Krookodile was shunted backwards, forcing the two of them apart briefly. Ziggs leapt out of the sandpit, as the Krookodile rubbed a slash mark that was lashed into its scales. A two pronged mark that was punched inti them. A slow motion reel running of Ziggs using Extreme Speed at close range,Ike a one inch punch to break the Krookodiles trap
 
Eleanor glanced up at the screen as she walked back down, pausing as she saw the Krook suddenly shunted away from Ziggs, waiting for the replay before swearing as she saw he'd escaped the predicament, shaking her head as she continued back to her dressing room, sitting down and looking at the dress, debating if it was worth putting it back on, or just going out as she was. Sure, her clothes as they were weren't meant for battling, but they'd still be enough to stand up to a contest fight, and maybe she'd been approaching the concept of 'cool' wrong... Dressing casually might end up being a lot 'cooler' than anything she could've deliberately chosen to wear.
 
As she prepared herself, the TV in her room was attuned to the fight, playing in the background as Ziggs was apparently locked in to thr battle, a stalwart Melee, the Cool of it likely less in raw elegance and more in the fight itself. The Krookodile unleashed a sandstorm, but the Terrian camera did its best to keep yhe fight mapped out as the two Mon were practically pummeling eachother like Machokes, trading Slash for Crunch, and grinding sands.
 
She continued to watch, crossing her arms as Ziggs seemed to be fighting his way clear of the Krook, then frowning as the Sandstorm whipped up and obscured the camera's vision, the image distorted into flickers and shards of detail. She balled her fists, whispering softly "Go on, beat that smug racoon prick..." As she did so, even as the constant battering the pair were giving each other made her wince slightly, the commentators voice ringing out "Ooh, another savage blow there! But as tough as our contestants are proving, will either be cool enough to find our main judge's approval?"
 
Ziggs weaved in the storm, the dragged out nature of the fight making it harder on him than before. The sandstorm ripping at his battleship and softening him up. He dodged out of a Bulldoze, a crater slammed inti the sand as he flexed his claws further out, a flurry of fast swipes puncturing abd slicing at them.
 
Eleanor glanced down at her bandaged hand, testing it by making a fist for a moment before remembering something else and shivering, kicking off her shoes and then removing her socks, knowing how her feet would change and likely shred her footwear. But then she looked back up to the screen, seeing Ziggs dodge his way out again and giving a huff as his speed got him clear of the Krookodile "And there it is again folks! Just like with his battle against Eleanor, Ziggs' superior speed has given him the way out again! But does he have the endurance to bring down a foe with so much power?" The commentator crowed, making her spit onto the floor angrily "Oh fuck you, dumbass. I had him on the judges scores, he only won because the vote went public..."
 
The Krookodile paced in tye sandstorm, the desert storm bouncing harmlessly off their body. "You thought you could just win like before, rat boy? You're gonna wish you never stepped inti this ring with me" He said as he Swaggered, brushing off his wounds, fighting to seem aloof even in this moment. Ziggs flicked his tail, getting lower to the ground, his leg muscles pusling slowly, knowing he had to use his speed carefully. He'd exhaust himself and take a blow he couldn't afford.
 
Eleanor's face twisted into a growl as the microphone picked up the Krooks words, her arms crossing as she was once again spoken of disparagingly "Oh fuck off with you too...Just hurry up and punt him into next week so this can be over and I don't have to see his smirk at the ribbon ceremony." She huffed, as the Camera began to zoom in on Ziggs' face, closing in as the announcers voice dropped into a low whisper, playing into the shot "A bold proclamation from his foe, but can Ziggs turn this around? More importantly, can he keep the Judges attention, especially after Krookodiles name gave such a swaggering performance?"

(I could not think of a good name...)
 
(XD hmm Krookodile names...something like Brutus?)

Ziggs seethe briefly, his breath turning misty in the dry air as frost curled around his limbs. He raked his claws upwards. Slashing the sand it seemed as ice burst out, frost and frigid wind shaping blades and blowing apart the sandstorms path, knocking the Krookodile off his feet with Blizzard.
 
"An Ice Cold strike from Ziggs, as Brutus is swept away in the snowdrift!" The Announcer cried out, clearly biased in favour of Ziggs as Eleanor frowned, crossing her arms and biting her lip "No way did he... Linoone can learn that?" She muttered to herself, even as the Announcer continued to speak "Is it over? Was that enough to best the Brute? The referee looks to be counting out the Krook here folks..."
 
Brutus struggled to stand up, as ice sapped his strength, breaking the sand into wet mud, abd water, Zigs left forward, claws catching ice and using it to climb and Maneuver. Jumping up and blasting him with another Blizzard, burying them under snow in nippy snow bank to land on abd show off.
 
Eleanor sighed as Ziggs struck again and buried the Krookodile with another Blizzard, the count restarting but soon enough reaching ten as the only evidence the poor ground type was there was his hand, sticking out from the snow like a hand from a grave "Great... Now even if I do get third, He'll be a smug prick on top... Well, unless the votes go hard against him..." She muttered to herself, taking a deep breath before starting to head for the ready area, bouncing softly on her toes as she waited for her turn.
 
As she waited for the judging, the clear biases (at the very least for Eleanor) was clear. Ofcourse the battle wasn't very cute, but the Zigs was still a good looker. His Toughness had been shown and fighting a mon in a disadvantage was clearly a sign he was tougher than he looked. Standing up toe to toe was still cool. In smarts and tactics, he atleast showed off his fast problem solving, much more than Brutus. His Coolness in the battle was still there, going for moves that would make a nice comeback effort and showing his top status...he had given a show of it enough for a clean sweep of the board.
 
Eleanors grumbling got worse as the fan vote listed even more heavily in his favour, basically handing him the entire thing on a silver platter even as she saw the Krook walking back, head hung as he had to accept silver. She gave him a wave to try and get his head up, but didn't expect much from him, even as she finally got the sign to step out for the runners up final, looking around for her opponent and to see what arena had been presented this time.
 
As she waited, she heard music start playing, a guitar, wild, angry, the air crackled with Ozone faintly as a Mon sauntered abs swayed, a long blond Mohawk asked off his head, wearing a leathery purple suit. The stage lighting waved and rippled focusing in as the Mon, a Toxtricity flaring its electricity and transforming with a raucous screamo cry. The crowds energy getting pumped up by the raw Rockstar energy bleeding off this Punk of a Mon.
 
Eleanor blinked at the flash of light coming from the Toxtricities side of the arena, before she realised exactly who it was, her mind running at a thousand miles an hour as she both had to come to terms with the fact her opponent was an Electric Type, and the fact he was one of her absolute favourite artists "Oh my god I have to fight him." She gasped out, before biting her lips as she began to take off, getting up and away from her foe as she mentally tried to prepare herself.
 
The Toxtricitys skin was crackling with raw lightning, all Amped up as his top disintegrated and the strings on his chested framed his electrical nodes. His stare probably would have made every rock groupie in a front row require a clean up crew after they stood up. It was raw calm swagger and distant challenge. "You gonna flap around like I saw before or are you gonna come down and take your spanking ?" He Taunted as he dragged his fingers over his strings,starting to strum a personal battle song as the stage started to set up, folding itself into an urban industrial area, an open zone but with scrap, steel piping, and spires of junk. A steel types area of control, but didn't easily help both of them.
 
Eleanor had to bite her lip hard in response to the stare, muttering to herself as she kept herself steady "Don't fall for it, don't fall for it... You can win this... just... don't get baited..." She murmured, before taking a deep breath and looking across the arena, the start of a plan flicking through her head as she saw all the steel "Oh... That might work... play him against himself..." She began to circle slowly, ready to react to him attacking even as she slowly baited him where she wanted.
 
"Is this really the best use of your time after that little display round 1? Shame you're out of that dress too. I might have slipped up." He Taunted again, as he kept her in sight, his fingers still moving, his posture not even active. "Framed you out just right"
 
Eleanor almost choked at his words, her shock at his taunts making her tumble a few foot from her altitude as she tried to process what he'd just said about her, before she managed to recover, glaring at him as she went back to her baiting movements, trying to pull him onto one of the metal panels.
 
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