...is his weakness.... (End)

Patrick's eyes went wide and his pupils shrank as he didn't hear the blood curdling scream of his Discharge "W-What's going on here!?" Karl grins deviously as he loops a few more tentacles around the zebra's body "You must be clueless... It was that Electivire's energy that I got from the Crawdaunt. You should have noticed it after I withstood your 'killer' attacks! But that doesn't matter now..." He started to use Warp and tighten the coils around Patrick's body. All the zebra could do now was struggle but every time he did the coils would grow tighter on him and eventually they got so tight he could barely breath and he started to gasp and wheeze giving the octopus a malevolent smirk "Oh? You want some air? Too BAD!" He quickly whips out a fifth tentacle and it opens up as it jams onto the Zebstrika's head. It starts to suck him in with a disgustingly wet slurping noise as it works in the helpless prey. The audience was watching with mixed reactions. Karl would usually rape his defeated opponents but Patrick pissed him off too much. The coil woild let once one the zebra's body was pulled past it and after ten minutes of the slurping the hooves slip in and sealing the prey inside and it was pulled into the Octillary's belly which bulged out grossly. Karl grumbled lowly and to himself the last round he had was better than this one as he walked off the arena.

*

The Ramparodos' group watched with disgust with how badly Patrick was beaten and how he ego blinded him. The Tyranitar groaned a bit as he looked over at the Grumpig "Are you sure it was that Zebstrika and not some other one...?" The psychic type sighed as he rubbed his chin "I thought it was him..."