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[psychic_supremecy]

[When the feed clicks on, he can be seen standing in the middle of Attleton's Colosseum, much to the annoyance of the spectators and assembled fighters.]

I have gone far too long without a decent challenge. As such, I have decided that I will not leave the Colosseum until that need is satiated. This is an open challenge to any and all who wish to test their mettle, come find me, and I will engage any who step into this arena. Be warned, however. I will not hold back. I intend to exercise my power to the absolute fullest for the first time since setting foot in this place.

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[youfool]

Curses, it wasn't enough! If only Gengar could 'Curse' now. Despite his flotation, Gengar vastly preferred ground combat, where shadows lay. With the dregs of his strength, he abandoned his whirling attack for something spectral.

He hopped into the air, made a circle, then expanded every limb as he made a burst of ethereal energy. From underneath Mewtwo came a large, jagged, cartoon shape of power in the form of Gengar's face. This was Astonishment; a two-dimensional spike that's normally used to launch a foe. Here it would serve just as well to damage one already there.

But that was just the opener. Gengar vanished, only to reappear as a charging torpedo with unexplained momentum. As Gengar's pointy extremities formed the edge of the Astonish, so his head would crash into the barrier with the last of its might.

[psychic_supremecy]

The attack did its job well, momentarily distracting Mewtwo and forcing him into a defensive posture. However, his barriers were one thing Mewtwo specialized in, and though the attacks hit, the barriers held. Afterward, Mewtwo took stock of the situation and realized something. Though the Gengar was strong and put up an impressive fight, he wouldn't be able to push him any farther.

"I believe this is where we should end things. You fought valiantly, and were impressive, however you are not ready to face me. Not yet. Train, and I will gladly accept your challenge again."

[youfool]

By the presence of a familiar red beam, it was clear Ted agreed. He had been keeping a close eye on the battle, ready to keep Gengar from fainting. He was surprised Mewtwo had the same idea; he seemed primed to fight to the death minutes ago.

Gengar wanted to struggle. He hated losing at all times, but especially to 'Justice', whom he hated for other, more particular reasons. Would he ever live this down? Bitter to the end, he was trying to fire off a pathetic, last-ditch shadow ball before being brought to captivity again. His last words were a more verbal curse. Fortunate that poke-speech is foreign to most ears, else they'd hear a swear only a poison-type could utter.

Once returned, Ted put him in a ringside seat beside himself. Gengar fussed, furious that Ted or Mewtwo or God wouldn't let him, if not win, at least lose with the dignity of finality. Conveniently, being beaten so thoroughly left him with little energy to resist, misbehaved as is his wont. His master tried to comfort and strengthen.

"You did well, Gengar. But not well enough. For that, you must watch and observe. Look closely. Learn. One day, you'll have to beat him within an inch of his life." Ted still nursed his own plans for Justice, and Gengar was the cornerstone. But the cornerstone wasn't cooperating, turning his head away in contempt.

"...and for every fight of his you watch, I'll get you those jalapeno poppers you like." That did the trick, as the ghost reluctantly agreed, with mixed hopes of his own. Gengar wasn't sure if he wanted to see Mewtwo crushed, or victorious, and thus more preserved for Gengar's own comeuppance.

Ted wasn't sure how close Gengar was. He had no idea if they'd encountered a fresh Mewtwo, or one well-weathered from similar fights. Maybe it didn't matter. Gengar was the strongest pokemon he had; perhaps the strongest, in another way, in the world. He just had to realize that strength, and prove it in the usual way.

[psychic_supremecy]

As Gengar was withdrawn, Mewtwo closed his eyes for a moment, a blue aura surrounding and enveloping him completely. Once the light faded, all the battle damage that Gengar had left on him had vanished. Recovering between battles had been slightly taxing but it left him fresh for the next challenger at the very least.

[youfool]

Once the fun was over, Ted remembered some vague hint of matters and went to see Justice off. He felt awkward; he'd just witnessed someone he cared for hog the whole arena for selfish purpose, and he's coming down to exchange pleasantries. Gengar was put away, of course. Even Ted knew how he might behave here.

"So, ah...thank you for the...[Battle? Roughhouse? Show?]

...experience. I'm sure Gengar had fun too. Good evening."