Pinned by the Hothead

You throw out your fist in a brave attempt to strike his head, however, his hands suddenly grasp your shoulders in a quick flash with his oncoming body slamming on top of you! You bark in pain as your backside smashes into the wooden flooring, stinging a sharp strain along your spine to jolt throughout your back, forcing you to bark out in a helpless manner. A fist dwells down upon your head, striking you square in the jaws. Not only that, but your suffering would have to endure a painful knee being thrusted at your gut, squeezing your insides to make them want to pop out of your recently punched muzzle. Now excruciatingly dizzy, you not only feel heavily disoriented, but it was as if your brain was rocking madly back and forth inside your pounding skull, which has your surroundings and thoughts spinning way out of control. Your alarmed ears frizz out, hearing nothing but a monotonous ring as your nerves tremble with the burning sensation of pain. Your opponent's attack and weight surely did a number on you. The Typhlosion gets up off of your stunned body, having a leg stand next to each of your sides.

You cough out a dry tone and try to rise back up to face your enemy, but the Typhlosion softly plants a foot down against your torso, slowly pushing you right back down to the floor in a dominant gesture, as it if the floor was where you truly belong. “You think you can just barge into this town and break into any building to take whatever you want…?” He brashly asks. You can only groan in response, feeling sick to your stomach while it begs plop out of your poor, battered body. "Tch. You pieces of trash are all the same." He sneers down at you all before he plants his hindpaw down upon your face, nudging it against the ground for him to grind the foot over the side of your head for him to indulge his victory. The soft, fuzzy paw looms and smears your face with humiliation, but the act has the Typhlosion murring softly in bliss. A bubbly gurgle suddenly quakes deep from somewhere, and to your horror, points to the Typhlosion's gut as your prime suspect.

He grins with the most devilish smile you could imagine for someone to have, all before he retorts, "I think I should put worthless meat like you right where you belong...!"

Taking his hindpaw off your face, the fire type opens his maw open for you to stare into as a cruel **** sentence, letting his impatient tongue hang out in hunger as he picks up your…

1. Head!

2. Paws!