TEAM AYEUN
versus
TEAM UNDERSCORE
Location: Partly frozen riverbank with cliffs and snow and stuff
Rules: Weather moves, Protect/Detect and mid-game switching (except via Baton Pass or U-turn) are banned; permanent Hail in effect
Abilities: Active
DQ Time: One week
‡ Pre-Round ‡
‡ Round 15 ‡
The curtains part. The lights go up. Our scene: interior of a dimly lit bordello, where the men are manly and the women are three for a Buffalo nickel. The air is heavy with cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke and the sultry wail of a saxophone. Cigarette smoke and sultry wail of a saxophone and even more cigarette smoke. It's a world not yet ravaged by the cruel hand of the Great Depression or Chelsea Lately. The main players lock eyes across the craps table.
"The gig's up, wise guy," Darumaka says in a gruff, sexy baritone, accepting a drink from a scantily-clad Corphish waitress who giggles coyly. "Thought you could bump me and scram, eh? Figured it would be easier than a gooseberry lay? Sorry, mister. Luck ain't your lady tonight."
Mothim watches as Darumaka takes a cool, self-assured swig of scotch.
"Hah!" Mothim blurts out between long drags of his nine and a half cigarettes. "Joke's on you, sap! I laced your drink with Sleep Powder! Prepare for the big sleep. Tonight, you're bunking with Satan."
"Sleep Powder?" Darumaka responds with a savvy chuckle. "Why, that's... not even a move you can legally use according to Bulbapedia!"
The air is filled with gasps! The music stops! The Corphish waitress passes out! Or maybe she just tripped on a slippy spot! Either way, Darumaka whips out his revolver. It has the word "Betsy" engraved in the side, named after a leggy dame worth more than her weight in trouble. The word "revolver" is also engraved there as well, named after the fact that it's a revolver and sometimes it just makes sense to label your possessions.
"It's been a gas, Slick," Darumaka whispers, downing the rest of his scotch in one swig. "Enjoy the Harlem sunset."
He pulls the trigger. With one Fire Blast, it's done. Mothim falls.
"Say, broad," Darumaka says to the Corphish waitress as he helps her up, "how do you feel about us heading out back and knocking boots together? I'll show you a derringer that will really blow your mind."
End scene. The curtains close. The lights fall. The crowd cheers. The reviews are ecstatic but maybe that's just because it's been a slow season. The production sweeps the Tonys. Darumaka wins for Best Leading Actor and is forever enshrined as the greatest crimson oval monkey thing of his generation. Mothim wins for Best Featured Actor but later has to give up the trophy after it's been proven that he used performance-enhancing drugs to make himself really, really good at acting. Decades later, the play is adapted into an HBO miniseries directed by Sophia Coppola. It's okay. She's done worse.
THE END
Mothim: <-17 HP; Can't move!>
Darumaka: <-10 EP>
‡ Post-Round ‡
And that's that! And yeah, if the thingy didn't make it clear, Mothim doesn't learn Sleep Powder so it failed. Wah-wah. Underscore, for annihilating Ayeun, you win eight points. Ayeun gets four and I get eight. Later!
*disappears in a puff of cigarette smoke*
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