Blind Rage Leads to Foul End... (End)

Waldo's eyes went very wide as he looks down seeing the zebra drooping from his belly and he makes a huge sigh of relief "Oh sweet Arceus I'm safe!" He pokes the Patrick, who was still in a state of shock, and he chuckled a bit "Well this way I won't have to worry about zapped too badly." He started to pull the Zebstrika's shoulders in and forcing his arms to his sides and the zebra finally notices what was happening and he started to struggle but much to his chagrin the boar was already up to his chest and he struggled a bit with the electric type's chubby belly but that went in after few good tugs. All that was left of the zebra was his kicking legs and flailing legs but those were gone after a large disturbing slurp.

Waldo rubs his belly as he feels the squirming of his overconfident prey and chuckled a bit. "Heh... I was wrong before... You did have a lot more meat than the moth did..." He then shudders a bit "I'm up against that creepy octopus..." He rubs his belly a few times and leaves the arena.

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The Rampardos and his party just stared at the empty arena for a bit as the Tyranitar face palms himself "Oh great... If that bonehead was supposed to win the tournament then we might as well be screwed..."