The Zebra Didn't Get Far... (End)

Patrick pants a few times as he looks at Owen as he had a smirk on his face "Well look what we got here... Pastry's out of steam and my stomach is calling for you!" The Zebstrika groaned weakly as he watched the Samurott walks to him and grab his shoulders. I... I lost... How... How could I have lose in the first round... While I had an advantage!? Damn it! That stupid lizard...! Gah! If that stupid lizard didn't get in my way none of this would be- The electric type couldn't finish his thoughts as his head was enveloped by the armored mammal's maw and he tries to struggle but his strength had left him and his body hangs loosely from Owen's maw. He murrs softly as he sucks and swallows dragging in the zebra's shoulders and chest. The Samurott was too deep in his enjoyment of his prey's sweet flavor and licking all over the chubby belly before swallowing them down and slurps in his legs like they were licorice strips.

Owen burps proudly as he rubs his large stomach "Oh... You were even sweeter than I thought Pastry. Enjoy stewing in that chamber of mine! HA HA HA!" He walks off the arena as most of the crowd cheered.

"...He lost... Oh dear... This is a very bad sign..." The Grumpig spoke to his group as the Haxorus and Marrowak held each other feeling scared about what will happen as the Rampardos makes a small sigh "I was hoping he could do it. I guess he wasn't strong enough..."