Crushing Defeat (End)

Bull puffs a few times as he looks at Patrick breathing heavily on the ground. The bovine walks over to the zebra and picked up his leg. "Like Bull said... Just by luck... And your luck has run out...!" He tossed the exhausted Zebstrika into the air and all that was running in his mind as he was in the air was how did he lose. He was confident with himself and faced the challenges head on with a no lose attitude. However... That doesn't change the fact that he was beaten... The electric type lets out a loud scream as he was unable to accept the truth as he dropped down into Bull's maw and he makes a hefty swallow easily pulling the prey down his throat with the force of gravity. He lets out a loud burp and he pats his belly a few times. "Bull has done it..." He muttered as he sat down to listen to the crowd cheers but that went quiet when a foul scent overtook the whole arena.

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A pack of Muk had invaded the plateau while the tournament was going on and they made a meal out the whole crowd leaving no one surviving and Bull could only watch in horror as he was too drained with the fight against Patrick as one came close to him and started to stuff him into it grotesque drooling maw...