Eventually she managed to get the upper hand, sending the Machoke down to the ground under her, letting her pin him down even as he moved to try and throw her off.
The Machoke's grin didn't vanish, even as one of her fists got past his guard and slammed directly into his face, with a crunch as his nose buckled underneath it. It would take a good number more of those to put him out, but with her advantaged position she'd have the ability to pull it off.
As the blows rained down, the Machoke's struggles got weaker and weaker, until he eventually lay under her, completely out cold. The referee stepped forwards "Machoke is unable to battle! Camerupt wins!"
She satbdown as he let him tend to her, the scrapes and cuts were shallow, likely from breaking the hard armor of her defensive layers. Most of her damage seemed to be bruiding, red marks that were already turning colors also.
As he pressed on the bruises, she kept her lips shut, the only sign she felt any discomfort at all was that she closed an eye, her muscles tensing faintly.
He immediately pulled his hand back, biting his lip as she tensed "Charlotte, if it hurts I'll stop..." He murmured softly, even as he heard a call from the Gym Leader, who was stepping across with a Badge in his hands.
“Uhm… uhh…” Jason mumbled as the microphone was shoved at him, his ears burning red from the attention “I… couldn’t have gotten here without… my Pokemon, they’re all great?” Even as he spoke, the words sounded hollow, no matter how much he meant them.
"Hm so it's a personal touch? A team building method, so smart!" She said taking his words abd ruining with them, turning to the camera. "Do you see that! This trainer has a upclose abd personal way if Mon training, they aren't just fighters to him."
“Uhm… may… I’m sorry, we need to go.” He stumbled over his words, before grabbing Charlotte and dragging her after him, even as he started hyperventilating.
As he ran off, Charlotte followed him as he pulled, the media turning to go back t detailing today's events. Once they were further off. Charlotte looked at him. "What was that?"
But even as she spoke she’d see the way he trembled, resembling a leaf more than a trainer “I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I can’t deal with those kind of things… I get so nervous!”
“Are-are you kidding?! I hate them so much! They freak me out so badly! What if I say the wrong thing and that gets broadcast all over the place?” He mumbled, looking at the ground.
“I… you say that, but all you have to do is stand around looking tough and pretty… I just can’t think when they shove cameras into my face and repeat question after question at me!” He replied, hugging her as she pet him.
His next words were lost in a muffled sound, his head shifted to between her breasts when she’d embraced him fully. He moved his hand up to try and make space to speak again “You… really think so?”
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