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...)
 

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