A Large Meatball!

Waldo grunts as he struggles with Psychic's power but it soon proved to be too great to handle as his body was forced into a ball and was slowly hovering over to Conner as he chuckles a bit "I knew that Quiver Dance would help me. Now down the hatch you go!" The Emboar growled and tried to struggle but the Psychic held his body in a curled up ball and the moth opened his maw and inserts the boar inside. No matter how hard Waldo struggle it did nothing as he watched his body slipping into Conner's and the Venomoth closes his maw around the head and swallows.

Conner lets out a loud burp and he rubs his hugely bugled stomach "I'll stop using Psychic once you finished digesting. Having a stuffed belly is nice but not when it squirms." He chuckled a bit and and waddles off of the arena and the Machamp chuckled a bit after watching the match "Alright folks on to last battle of this round! Owen the Samurott versus Patrick the Zebstrika!" The zebra cracked his knuckles as he steps into the arena and the armored mammal "Ah it's finally time Pastry!" Patrick growled from Owen's statement. From the looks of things the two fighters are the same height and bulk