#prideraiised

But come on. 12-0? He'd been doing so good, but if he passed that up he'd never forgive himself. He strides forward with purpose. With aura. Small in size he'd been doing his best to try and not draw attention. Not anymore. The golden threads in his suit are glittering every which way, as if they were a spotlight. Hands in his pockets as he rolls his neck, wicked fanged teeth on display as a grin creeps onto his face.

He makes his way to Wake, lifting his hands from his pockets to slip out the suit jacket, flinging it over his shoulder with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. A full commitment to looking like a high society bruiser. (He needed to look he was at least SOMEWHAT capable of blending in right?)

" 'Sup champ? I 'ear dat yer undefeated? Gotta be honest, I've been tryin' real 'ard to stay outta trouble tonight...but dere ain' no way I can just pass up takin' a stab at yer record. So? You up fer one more round?" The absolute presence of this 5'2" little creature....

Crasher Wake's raucous crowd of adoring fans fades mid-chant as Gold approaches them with unmatched swagger. There's something in the way the Johto trainer carries himself, his aura magnifying his striking presence ten-fold. Some people take a step or two back as if afflicted by Intimidate. Who is this guy again?

The undefeated arm-wrestling champion sets his untouched glass of sake down as he sizes up Gold. This isn’t just some punk kid in a nice suit; he can tell right away. A nervous thrill suddenly overtakes Wake. He had been ready to call it a night, but this guy?

He'll do it. One more match. End that streak on a lucky number 13.

"You." Wake jabs a finger in Gold's direction, baring a wild grin, looking resolute. "My last match of the night. Let's go! HUAAAAAAAAAA!!"

With a dramatic cry, Wake rips the sleeves off his dress shirt and his crowd erupts in cheers. Somewhere in the background, Fantina lets out a horrified 'Sacré bleu!'. It's all or nothing...!

He and Gold lock arms fiercely. The customary countdown fades into the background as they glare at each other, Gold's piercing gaze fixed intently on him. Wake recognizes a spark of something in Gold: a fighter's exhilaration that comes only from facing an opponent of the highest caliber, coupled with the confidence of certain victory. Were he a weaker man, he might falter... but he's Crasher Wake! Powerful! Undefeated!

'Go!'

Wake immediately makes a move to push his opponent back but Gold doesn't budge an inch. What's worse, the kid seems completely unbothered, as if he's simply testing the waters, his wild grin broadening to show a hint of fang. The pro wrestler grits his teeth. No way—

SLAM!!

A collective gasp resonates through the crowd as the table rattles violently and the entire room falls silent as they process the fact that the arm pinned against the tablecloth is none other than Crasher Wake's.

No... way. Did he just... LOSE?!

" i almost feel the urge to ask you who in your life has told you that you're funny, but i really don't care. " he doesn't even try to hold back the scoff even just a little. " what are you talking about, really? "

" This is self-expression. It's the human condition. You think my boss had to force me to do this? You wouldn't understand. Look inward. "

Brian is eating a bag of chips. "…what's there to fix…?" He doesn't get it…she's already so perfect??

@prideraiised​ questioned.

  "...You there...are you Maverick...or Reploid?" ((From Harpuia))

“Either. Are you a Liberi, or someone who wants business?” Hoshiguma questions back, eyes being sharp akin to a hawks, shield being slammed down, sharp edges digging into wetted soils. Unfamiliar winds blowing their way, green strands being lifted up, & skin tainted with dripping rain. She doesn’t know who this person is, as those wings seem more machine-like, not one from feathers, but what she does know is that this person is serious. 

With that, her grip tightens on her weapon, yanking it out from it’s spot. Being cautious that she’s about to have a battle break out, or defend herself.