Badly

The Blaziken cracks its neck as he looks at you, making a show of popping each vertebrae. His eyes narrow and fixate on you, as he drops into a battle stance. You nervously back away, but it isn't like there's anywhere to go, so you do the best thing you can and put your fists up in at least a semblance of a real boxing pose.

"And with that, our contestants are ready for their bout!" the Rotom cries. "Let the match begin!"

The bell rings and Blaziken launches itself at you, propelled forward by jets of flame from its palms. It kicks, a flame wreathed claw just barely missing your face as you stumble back. It kicks again, a devastating, ground cracking crescent kick, and you skip to the side just in time. Still, you aren't fooled. He is toying with you, corralling you toward the edge of the arena.

"Looks like Blaziken is going in for a strong start! He's an expert at managing his opponents, keeping them on the back foot and controlling their movements! Looks like Green just can't keep up!"

You try to escape the onslaught by diving forward, but a feathered knee comes up and catches your midsection, driving the breath from your lungs. He grabs you by the hair, strong talons gripping your pigtails as his knee strokes your crotch, driving you to your knees. The pokemon looms over you, daring you to make a move. Shakily you push yourself to your feet, only for him to launch another vicious kick that lances deep into your stomach and drives you into the wall.

"Oooh!" Rotom calls over the roar of the crowd, "That's gotta hurt!"

Your head spins in a daze, and you can barely make out your own face on the jumbotron where the cameras have zoomed in on your dire predicament. You swing a fist weakly, only managing to scrape your knuckle on Blaziken's beak. A talon closed around your throat, and he slams you against the wall, a few inches above the ground. Your feet scrabble for purchase as he raises his other claw, tipping up your chin so you are **** to loom him in his cold, avian eye.

Slowly, slowly he lowers his talon, the sharp claw cutting through shirt, jacket and bra all at once, like nothing more than tissue paper. Your garments fall open, revealing your thin stomach and modest breasts. Blaziken balls up his fist, and you can see the electricity crackling across his knuckles.

"Looks like Blaziken is ready to finish this one off quick folks. It's been a heck of a first round but I can't wait to see what our contestant has planned for his opponent!"

Blaziken's thunder punch drives into your midsection with the **** of a train. You double over, gasping for air, only to be slammed back against the wall for another attack. Flame punch this time, as his burning talon strikes your tits in an open handed slap. The fire hurts like hell, but flickers out immediately without burning you.

You're not sure you can take much more, but you don't really have a choice. Blaziken has you right where he wants you, against the wall and at his mercy. Something pokes your leg, and you look down in shock to see a bright red, rocked shaped cock poking out from the downy fluff between his legs. Your eyes widen as you realize the beatings are the least of your concerns. Blaziken catches your eye, and despite the beak you can tell that he's somehow smirking at you. He grabs both your wrists, pinning you against the wall, and pins both arms over your head with one claw.

"Ooh, this is it folks!" Rotom chimes in over the loudspeakers, "Blaziken's going in for the finisher!"