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Digimon/Pokemon Battles!

Battle Three: Matt vs. Brock

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to a special person. Angelicmon. Hope you enjoy!

Izzy gritted his teeth when they wheeled in Mimi’s lifeless body. This had gone too far. The pokemon team was still way ahead, and now two of his closest friends where gone. It was time for payback.

“Matt!” Izzy yelled out, his eyes closed. Matt instantly came up to him.

“Yeah Izzy?” Matt asked. Izzy turned to him.

“We need a plan, and we need it now. You know who you’re up against, right?”

Matt flashed a devious smile. “The girl crazy dimwit? Yeah. And don’t worry, we have the perfect plan. It won’t fail.”

For the first time since he heard that Mimi had died, Izzy smiled. “Good. Very Good.”

Meanwhile at the other side of the building, the others were bus tending to Misty, who was busy downing two aspirin for her head.

“Are you feeling any better, Mist?” Ash asked anxiously, leaning in close.

Misty nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m ok. Just need a little bit of rest that’s all.” Ash breathed a sigh of relief.

“Just make sure Brock kicks that yancy-boy’s butt,” Misty finished then closed her eyes and went to sleep. Ash smiled a little and kissed her on her cheek.

“Sleep well, Mist,” he said quietly. He then went over to Brock who was busy getting prepped. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that clung slightly to his muscular torso and showed off his muscled arms. He finished off the outfit with black sweatpants, and was busy applying fighting tape to his hands.

“Are you ready?” Ash asked him anxiously. Brock flashed him a confident smile.

“Yeah of course! He doesn’t stand one chance!” Brock said smugly.

Once again the, fight was in the old abandoned building. Light came from old bulbs that were jury - rigged around the area. As did the others before them, they came from opposite entrances.

Matt was dressed inside of his trademark green sleeveless shirt, blue jeans and brown boots. His brown hair was tied down with a bandanna, though a strand stayed in between his eyes. He had a smug grin on his face, and had some sort of magazines under his arm.

Brock came in, cautiously. He was busy making sure no traps or anything were set up for him. Then he noticed the package under Matt’s arm.

“Hey! No weapons!” he called out, backing up slightly. Matt’s devious grin came back.

“Oh no, friend. These aren’t weapons,” Matt called back. He threw one of the magazines from under his arm to Brock’s direction.

It spun through the air, and landed at Brock’s feet. Warily, Brock knelt down to pick it up, but kept his eyes completely on Matt. As soon as he saw the cover, he went completely into girl mode.

“PLAYBOY’S WET, WILD AND NASTY SPECIAL MAGAZINE!?!?!” he cried out. Matt nodded his head. Brock began flipping through the pages ogling each and every one of the models.

“Complete with phone numbers,” Matt finished, and threw the rest at Brock’s feet. Immediately, Brock whipped out a pad and pencil and began to write furiously.

Smirking, Matt began to ran towards Brock and launched himself into the air. With a shrill cry, he threw a devastating side kick at the drooling Brock, he knew he couldn’t miss…

Until he actually did. He ended up just kicking space as the still busy Brock was scribbling phone numbers. Anger beginning to form in him, Matt decided to do nothing fancy and just kicked at him with the sharp point of his boot.

Amazingly, Brock evaded, and stood straight up. Screaming in anger, Matt launched a series of kicks and punches at the drooling pokemon breeder, but he just dodged them all.

Brock had gone through all of the magazines except the one left on the floor. It was face down, but he didn’t care. So far he had the numbers for all the recent playmates and penthouse girls. He was in a damn good mood, and he was lost in his own little world until that one last porno mag.

He picked it up excitedly and turned it around to the cover. The smile went from his face, and his suddenly nerveless fingers dropped it.

“Play…girl… you… give me a … PLAYGIRL!?!?!?” Brock screamed in anger absolute. He turned around to Matt, his eyes blazing. Matt frowned.

“Hey, uh… I kinda need that back, man…” he said. Brock ignored him and cracked his knuckles. Matt felt real fear for the first time in his life.

Brock’s massive fist almost crushed his jaw as he the enraged breeder threw a left hook. He followed up with a uppercut to Matt’s stomach. As Matt doubled over Brock whipped around and slammed the heel of his foot into the side of Matt’s head.

“Never,” Brock began as he delivered a devastating left hook to Matt’s face.

“EVER!” he continued as he delivered a right.

“GIVE,” another left….

“ME A,” A front kick to his stomach…

“PLAYGIRL!!!!!!” Brock finished and gave him a hard reverse roundhouse to his cheek. Matt slumped to the ground. Holding down the impulse to gag, he picked back up the Playgirl and went over to Matt’s prone body. A devilish grin went over Brock’s face.

“Open wide,” he muttered as he opened Matt’s mouth and shoved the magazine in. With one mighty push, he pushed it all the way down Matt’s throat. Blood came spurting up on his arm and t-shirt as Matt gagged for the last time.

“Sick bastard,” Brock spat out as he wiped off the blood on his arm and picked back up the numbers he had retrieved. After thinking for a second, he also picked up the other porno mags.

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