by Whatevr89532 » Tue Sep 29, 2015 6:18 pm
Before long it's time for the first fight to start. A Pikachu-girl in flashy clothing steps up onto the ring, holding a handheld mike that she appears to be actively powering herself, judging by a bit of visible lightning jumping from her hand into it. "Ladies and gentlemen! Aaarrre yoouu ready for the rumble!?" she says enthusiastically, which the majority of the crowd responds to by being really loud. "Okay cool! For tonight's first fight, we've got the youngest member of the Swords facing off against an opponent from the next tier down, hoping for a promotion to catch up with his so-called rival. Give it up for Clyyyve!" A rough-looking Mightyena-man walks up on stage and waves around a bit, greeted by about an equal amount of boos and cheers from fans, which doesn't seem to bother him at all.
After a short pause to allow for that, the announcer turns to the other corner and waves that way. "His opponent you all know and love, Klera!" A small, young-looking Keldeo-girl walks up on the other end of the stage. She has hooved feet and a fuzzy legs a bit like a satyr, a blue horse-like tail, and the blue horn of Keldeo's Resolute Forme coming from her forehead. She's got a serious look on her face that seems out of place with an otherwise cute appearance.
The announcer nod-nods as the crowd mostly cheers for Klera, and once they're quiet enough again she says, "Yep-yep! For those of you who don't know, dark-types have a lot of trouble with fighting-types," (indicating Clyve and Klera in turn) "but you know how it is, you gotta be reeaally good to go uber. He'll earn this promotion if he can even survive a few rounds with a Sword of Justice!"
Clyve moves slightly closer to the announcer, who, noticing this, offers him the mike. "I intend on doin' one better'n that, lass," he says, somewhere under a thick British accent. "How'd you like it if I could win?"
"I'm sure we'd all be really impressed at that," says the pika-girl, though she doesn't sound convinced he'll do it. She looks over at Klera, who gives a slight shake of her head. "Well, I'll just get outta your way and let you try that, then!" She quick-attacks off the stage and onto the stairs between the stands, and then (joined by a chorus of the crowd) starts counting down from ten as she heads up toward a press box.