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THE GREAT WALL... OF MUSCLE

It doesn't take long until comments start flooding Dragonite's recording of Blaziken battering Draco's belly. Blaziken signals him to sit up (which is still a bit difficult due to the pain the Serperior feels on his abs) and start reading them.

Blaziken takes charge in finding the best comments he saw.

"OMG he's so hot!"

"When's the new guy going to fight?"

"The snake can do much better than that."

"Since when can Serperiors get so buff?"

"I thought his kin was scrawny!"

"Please make him the puncher one day."

"Bet he could knock down a car with one punch."

Draco smiles at these comments, but then Blaziken starts showing him another set of comments that are more of the weird kind, such as the typical "First", or those that beg for him to take part in more... explicit situations, for which both him and Blaziken laugh.

"We do get that kind of comments sometimes. From males, females, and whatever you can think of." Blaziken claims. "Even from incompatible Egg Groups."

"Best to ignore them, right?"

"Take the compliment." Blaziken winks. "But apart from that... yes, we get enough from the channel's monetization to NOT need to do such things."

Draco looks at him suspiciously. "... which means you are not against the idea."

"I'd rather not do that." He chuckles.

Draco stands up from the bed... or at least as close to stand up as a snake Pokémon like him can, and slithers towards the door. "I'm going to get my things from the bag."

When Draco leaves the bedroom, he happens to come across Kommo-o. Or rather... Kommo-o approaches him.

"Is everything alright?" Draco asks.

"I'd like to test your strength." Kommo-o's words make Draco stammer a bit. "Come on, you might feel a lot of pain in your gut but that won't stop you from delivering some good punches."

"Uh... what do you want to do?"

"What Blaziken did to you. I want to see you TRY to make my abs give in." Kommo-o challenges, placing a lot of emphasis on the word 'try'.

"Are... you sure of that?"

"OF COURSE!" He yells bombastically. "When I see someone strong for the first time, I ITCH to test them out!"

"Hey, Kommo-o." A voice that is not Draco's says.

Both Draco and Kommo-o notice Dragonite's presence.

"You could do that another day." Dragonite says in an attempt to soothe the grey dinosaur.

"But I really want to see him punch!"

"Argh." Dragonite groans and rolls his eyes. He then walks to Draco to whisper to him. "When Kommo-o feels the urge of a fight, nothing's stopping him." He looks back at Kommo-o. "In case you forgot, we had our boxing fight interrupted earlier on."

"But I want to see HIS strength matching with MY endurance!" Kommo-o raises his voice.

Dragonite lays a hand on Kommo-o's chest. "You can do that another day. Let him rest... and see us fight to see how tough we are."

That seems to make Kommo-o calm down. And by "calm down" I mean "switch targets". He smirks. "I'm going to complete what I was doing before and make you kiss the mat."

"I want to see you try." Dragonite dares the Dragon/Fighting-type Pokémon.

Kommo-o clenches his fists. "You will regret saying that."

Both Dragon-type Pokémon head on to pick up their boxing equipment (which they had taken off while Draco was resting) and move towards the boxing ring. Draco sits down on a bench so he can witness this (however a snake can sit down, but that's another story).

Now with their boxing gear on, Dragonite and Kommo-o look at each other.

Both are very determined, but their stares of determination are briefly interrupted when Draco has a question he finds interesting: "Where's the round clock?"

"There isn't any." Dragonite explains.

"But... I thought there WAS a round clock in boxing."

"There is." Dragonite nods. "But we don't fight with a round clock. Here, in this home, boxing fights last until either of us loses by KO or TKO, or gives up. There are no interruptions and no time limit."

Draco's eyes widen. They certainly like to put their endurance to a limit. "I'm going to get mauled one day." He mutters, low enough that no one hears him.

Kommo-o stretches his arms. "Too much chatting... BRING IT!"

Dragonite puts on a guard stance. "Okay. Let's start in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

"FIGHT!" Kommo-o yells.

Kommo-o goes on the offensive, quickly closing into Dragonite. However, the orange-and-yellow dragon is not leaving any openings... yet.

"Come on! Don't you want to leave yourself open?" Kommo-o taunts Dragonite, even gesturing him to attack.

The gesturing actually creates an opening on Kommo-o, which Dragonite uses to try to land a punch to his face. He does, but Kommo-o reacts in time and minimizes the damage, and even tries to make use of it to land a punch on Dragonite's stomach.

He does, and in fact the hit lands perfectly well, with a noisy thud, loud enough to make Draco feel like it was him who took the hit. Dragonite, on the other hand... is only mildly inconvenienced, barely grunting from the hit and quickly covering the opening again.

They spend a good deal of time measuring at each other, trying to get an opening. They've clearly fought each other a lot of times and can read the other's pattern.

Dragonite decides to do something out of the ordinary for him: taunting.

He pats his cheek. "Didn't you say I was going to kiss the mat?"

This gets the intended reaction on the hot-headed Kommo-o, who immediately goes to punch Dragonite's face, but the orange-and-yellow dragon dodges and strongly slams his fist on Kommo-o's abs. This looks to be a lot more painful than the first hit!

"ARGH!" Kommo-o groans as his eyes widen from the hit, but has little time to react that Dragonite goes with a follow-up cross on his cheek. Kommo-o quickly has to step back to avoid further hits.

"Not so tough, are you?" Dragonite insists on trying to get into Kommo-o's nerves.

"Grrrr... stop mocking me..." Kommo-o is containing his urge to try to beat Dragonite up, as he knows he's expecting to do that. But it's difficult to stay calm when Dragonite even drops his guard to bait him in.

And then he starts to walk closer, his guard still down. "Aren't these 220 kilograms of pure muscle tempting for punching?"

Dragonite's taunts drive Kommo-o into attacking... but the former is not exactly good at making effective taunts, so he doesn't have enough time to put his guard back on before Kommo-o lands a pair of hooks on his belly and an uppercut on his jaw.

Dragonite steps back but Kommo-o does not relent, landing a few more punches on Dragonite's face and midsection. The accumulated effect of the punches makes Dragonite begin to groan in pain, but he manages to stop the assault with a jab on the grey dinosaur's snout.

Now Dragonite is the more hurt of the two. To recover his advantage, he goes on the offensive again.

This is convenient for Kommo-o because he can focus on blocking or dodging the hits and then counter with jabs. Which is what he does - whenever he dodges a punch he lands a jab on Dragonite; a jab won't do much on the highly-resilient dragon, but it's better than nothing. Kommo-o cannot do this when he is forced to block as the force of the hit pushes him back.

And after enough blocks, Kommo-o finds himself cornered.

"Ah! No way!" Kommo-o complains. He has no more room to dodge. It's either blocking or taking the hit. Dragonite's large frame does not give him much of a chance to escape the corner either, and he cannot try to hug Dragonite for a break because he'd get punched instead. It's all or nothing right now.

He tries his best to block and counter as much as possible, but in this position, Dragonite's blows are too much, even for him. Around 5 or 6 strong hits force Kommo-o to take the risky maneuver of hugging Dragonite. He takes a hook on his gut, which makes him wince, but manages to embrace his opponent.

This forces them to break, and gives Kommo-o enough distance to quickly leave the corner.

Dragonite tries to repeat his strategy. The recent punches, especially the ones on the belly, have slowed Kommo-o down a bit, reducing his chances of dodging unless he can see the hit coming.

Seeing that he's going to end in a bad spot again, Kommo-o decides to get on the offensive, and the fight becomes exciting. The two Dragon-type Pokémon begin exchanging a series of punches, jabs, hooks, crosses and uppercuts against each other.

And finally, someone gets knocked down. It's Dragonite, who cannot recover his balance after a hit on his face. It surprises both himself and Draco.

"Wow..." The Serperior says.

Kommo-o breaks away and starts to count. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..." Dragonite stands up. He could have done so earlier, but he made use of a few seconds to recover a bit more of his breath and balance.

Dragonite receives the first knockdown of the fight. Two more, and Kommo-o wins.

"You're not going to catch me off-guard again..." Dragonite says with a nearly-threatening tone.

"Let's see..."

Kommo-o throws some deliberately whiffed punches to bait Dragonite. And it works... in Dragonite's favor, how throws a punch on one of Kommo-o's sides, nearly to where the liver is, and the shock of the hit makes Kommo-o groan loudly and drop to his knees.

Dragonite steps back and crosses his arms. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8..."

Kommo-o stands up. He clutches the part where he took that last punch, but is otherwise ready to keep fighting.

Both fighters have been knocked down once.

Despite the lack of success, Kommo-o tries to bait Dragonite once again, and this time he goes for straight punches.

This is less inconvenient for Kommo-o who ducks at one of these attempts and lands multiple hooks on Dragonite's belly. In a hasty move, Dragonite responds by pushing and landing a cross punch on Kommo-o's face.

The Dragon/Fighting-type Pokémon stumbles back but manages to keep his feet, while Dragonite feels the impacts on his gut. "Nngh..." He groans.

Draco understands the impact caused by the lack of rounds: with none of that precious third of the time to rest, the fighters' endurance wears off very quickly.

Kommo-o and Dragonite need to slow down and not go all-out if they want to be the last one standing. And both seem to agree with that, spending a good deal of time keeping distance, and outside of some very short trades where practically no hits land, they take this moment of respite to catch their breath.

"I'm going to make your orange body red or even blue from the hits." Kommo-o boasts.

"It will take more than that." Dragonite replies.

That actually gives Dragonite an idea. He knows he has more resilience than Kommo-o, thanks to a very thin but effective layer of fat covering his midsection. He's always considered that even a very minor case of a musclegut is better on the defensive than being completely ripped like his opponent.

So Dragonite begins to close into Kommo-o, conveniently leaving his belly exposed.

Kommo-o thinks something's wrong, so he doesn't take the bait. At first. But the more Dragonite closes in, he cannot resist anymore and lands a straight punch and a pair of hooks on Dragonite's stomach.

It hurts Dragonite, indeed, but he tanks the punches and counters with a pair of cross punches, one on each side of Kommo-o's head, an uppercut into his abs, and then on his jaw.

It's certainly very painful, and it puts Kommo-o on the ropes... literally. Dragonite lands one final straight punch on Kommo-o's stomach and forces him to step away.

The grey dinosaur's breath is becoming a bit heavier as a result.

With one arm covering his face and another covering his belly, Kommo-o charges again.

Dragonite, yet again, leaves his gut unguarded to bait him. This prompts Kommo-o to immediately change his strategy, and he gets an idea: he makes use of his much longer arms to throw jabs while keeping him out of reach.

The Dragon/Flying-type Pokémon is now forced to put on a standard guard and close in.

Kommo-o uses this to slam his fist on Dragonite's right side of his belly, making the winged dragon let out a loud groan. He tries to follow up with a punch to his face, but Dragonite stops it and counters with a straight punch to Kommo-o's snout and a hook to his stomach.

"OOMPH!" Kommo-o reacts, spitting some saliva in the process. He tries to tank the punch to deliver an uppercut on Dragonite's jaw... and succeeds. The orange-and-yellow dragon is shocked by the hit, loses his balance and falls into the mat again.

Kommo-o walks away, clutching his belly, and begins to count.

Dragonite takes as much time as possible to get back in his feet, and he does so at around the 9 seconds mark. Now he's one knockdown away from handing Kommo-o the victory.

"I told you I was going to make you kiss the mat." Kommo-o says while smirking proudly.

Draco assumes at this point that, while Dragonite is stronger and more resilient, Kommo-o's style is more effective - he's able to knock him down more times with less damage. Perhaps it's one of the caveats of him being a Fighting-type Pokémon. Also, while Dragonite seems to have a weak spot of sorts on his head, it seems there are no particularly good places to hit Kommo-o - whether head or abs, a punch will do similar damage on either.

Dragonite takes a deep breath... and charges straight into Kommo-o. The grey dinosaur is surprised by this change in aggressiveness and only barely manages to block the initial sequence of punches. One of them even gets through his defense and lands on one side of his face. The hit makes all of Kommo-o's large, metallic-looking scales clang.

Kommo-o can only defend himself at this point. He needs to block or endure as many punches as possible until Dragonite needs to take a brief pause. Then he can counter-attack.

"ARGH!" "AAAH!" Kommo-o tries to yell when hit as if trying to tank the damage a bit better. He manages to put a halt on Dragonite's assault with a cross punch to his face and a straight hit on his upper belly, making Dragonite wince...

.. but that only gives him a second or so of calm.

The angry winged dragon begins to deliberately try to punch Kommo-o's ams in order to push them away and create an opening.

Eventually, the punches Dragonite throws manage to push Kommo-o's arms away enough to leave his midsection exposed. A series of very hard punches, one to the left, one to the center, and one to the right of Kommo-o's abs are too much for the Dragon/Fighting-type Pokémon to handle and collapses to the mat.

Dragonite, takes a deep breath, steps away, and begins to count while Kommo-o is coughing. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..."

Kommo-o manages to stand on one of his knees and then tries to stand up. But when he does so... he drops again.

"7... 8... 9..."

Kommo-o shakes his head in frustration. "This... cannot... be..."

"10." Dragonite smiles. "Knock out."

Dragonite wins by knock-out. Kommo-o slams his fists on the mat in anger at his defeat.

"I was about to beat you!" Kommo-o yells at Dragonite, his teeth seething in fury.

"Heh." Dragonite lets out a brief chuckle. "Good fight, anyways. You really made me doubt for a moment."

Dragonite extends his hand to help Kommo-o up. After a few seconds of heavy breathing and frustrated muttering, Kommo-o accepts Dragonite's offer and manages to stand up.

In the process, Draco has slithered into the boxing ring, clapping at the fight he just witnessed.

"You guys are beasts." Draco can only say in satisfaction.

The two Dragon-type Pokémon, while breathing heavily, stare at the happy Serperior.

"Impressed, huh?" Dragonite smiles.

"And kind of intimidated." Draco scratches the back of the head. "You two could beat me up to a pulp in a straight fight."

"You'll never know until you try." Kommo-o says in a tone that screams 'I want to fight you one day'.

Draco notices it and grimaces. "I-I mean... sure, the only way knowing how much of it is true is by fighting, but you two are like great walls of muscle to me."

"That's quite the description." Dragonite comments.

"And it's totally accurate!" Draco insists, then lays a hand on Kommo-o's eight-pack. "Even after the disgustingly strong hits he just took, his abs are still rock solid."

"And they will always be that way." Kommo-o says with a lot of pride.

Draco then pokes Dragonite's belly. "And behind this thin layer of fat, it's like there's concrete."

"Oh, you are making me blush..." Dragonite feels flustered.

"I'm serious, men. I bet you could deflect cannonballs with your abs alone."

"If you are so sure of that..." Kommo-o says. "Why don't you try to punch them?"

"Here we go again..." Dragonite rolls his eyes.

"Uhm... are you sure of that?" Draco asks Kommo-o. "I mean, you are pretty hurt and--"

"No, I think it's okay this time." Dragonite says. "Just two or three punches, not a full gutpunching session. And since we're at it..." He leans towards Draco while grinning. "Punch mine as well."

Draco takes a long, deep sigh. "You two really want it so badly, right?"

"Why not?" Kommo-o says with simplicity. "We're here for that, after all."

Draco smiles. "Guess you're right about that. Okay, position yourselves."

Dragonite places himself on Draco's right, and Kommo-o is on his left.

Draco clenches his fists, takes a few deep breaths...

And lands a strong straight punch on the center of Kommo-o's abdominals. He groans and winces in pain, but otherwise his abs don't budge.

Draco stares at that for a few seconds, clearly looking impressed. "It's indeed a great wall."

"The end result of years of workout." Kommo-o explains.

Draco then throws two hooks, one with each hand, on Kommo-o's stomach. Those hits do make him budge a bit, but he's otherwise taking them like a champ.

"Awesome..." Draco says in awe.

"Ahem..." Someone else clears his throat deliberately.

Then Draco looks at Dragonite, who is pointing at his stomach as if demanding the punch.

"You punched a ripped belly. Now punch a heavyweight one." Dragonite says.

The Serperior concentrates, clinches his fists... and throws an identical combination of punches on Dragonite's midsection. Dragonite winces, but otherwise looks like he was never hit to begin with.

"What do you think?" He asks while crossing his arms.

Draco is extremely impressed. Behind that deceitful thin layer of fat lies some ab muscles that are even tougher than Kommo-o's.

But that impressed feeling is replaced by something else quickly.

"I feel... weak." Draco says sadly.

This confuses the two dragons.

"Why would you feel weak?" Dragonite feels concerned.

"You two are weakened, I'm trying my best, and you barely even react!" Draco complains.

"Ah, that." Kommo-o replies as if that were not something to be worried about. "You are not weak."

"Compared to you two, and probably Blaziken as well, I surely am."

"And do you know why that's the case?" Dragonite asks Draco to try to cheer him up. "Because you should not compare yourself to us."

"Why not?"

"Because we are all Pokémon of species that are already naturally very strong, and in Kommo-o and Blaziken's case, they are Fighting-type Pokémon."

"And we Fighting-type Pokémon have a natural affinity to muscle growth and martial arts." Kommo-o adds. "But you, Draco, are from a species that tends to be physically weak."

"And that makes me always weak compared to..." Draco tries to say, but he's interrupted by Dragonite.

"To us? Yes, maybe. But we are naturally very strong Pokémon that have also worked out for a long time. On the other hand, if you were to fight a physically similar Pokémon, you'd crush them with no effort. You might be weak for Kommo-o's and my species' standards, but for your species, you are CRAZY strong. And never forget it."

"It's difficult to keep that in mind when there are no 'physically similar Pokémon' here for me to compare with..." Draco keeps feeling inferior.

"Let me put it this way." Kommo-o explains. "Against a lowly-trained member of my species, you could win. And I don't know of another Serperior that can claim that."

"But hey, if what you think you need if someone of your class to compare to, let me tell you one thing: this house has room for more." Dragonite grins. "Who knows, maybe that someone could come in anytime in the future."

They are all so nice towards him that it makes Draco smile.

"You will never reach our level." Kommo-o says bluntly, but at the same time with a tone that is not dismissive. "But you don't need to. You are already very strong, and we can help you get even better."

"Thanks..." Draco can only say. Then he remembers something. "Oh, right, I was... going to take my bag to my bedroom, hehe."

"Go for it, then." Dragonite motions Draco to his bag. "We're having dinner in 2 hours."

Draco nods, slithers towards his bag, picks it up, and enters his and Blaziken's bedroom.

"Took you long to find a bag." Blaziken jokes.

Draco shrugs. "Well, what would you do if you were in the middle of two buff males in the mood?"

"EH!?" Blaziken is startled. He seems to have misinterpreted the question.

"IN THE MOOD OF A FIGHT!" Draco blushes a bright red in embarrassment.

"Oh..." Blaziken calms down. "Let me guess. Kommo-o."

Draco nods.

"Yeah, when he is riled up for a fight, nothing and no one can stop him. As a suggestion, don't talk about fights or strength if you don't want to feel his punches."

Blaziken punches his own belly once to prove his point. Or who knows why he did it...

"Understood."

Draco puts his large bag next to the double bed. Then Blaziken begins to smell something...

"Hmmm... perhaps you should have a shower." The Fire/Fighting-type Pokémon suggests.

Draco smells himself. "Oh, right, even I can smell it by now."

"It's only natural." Blaziken shrugs. "Physical exertion will cause this. Let me take you to where the bathroom is."