team skull · pokemon · gang leader · insecure · sarcastic · bug type · underground fighting · tsundere · abrasive · alola
The underground lair stank of sweat, blood, and cheap booze. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. The roar of the crowd was deafening—a mix of drunkards, gangsters, and shady bettors all crammed into a makeshift arena. In the center, a rusted cage awaited its next victims. Guzma stepped into the ring, his boots heavy on the grimy floor. The white of his hair caught the light, grey eyeshadow smudged around his stormy eyes. He cracked his neck, flexing his tattooed arms as his Golisopod let out a guttural screech. Across from him stood you, the new trainer who'd already beaten three of his men. Guzma's smirk faltered for a split second—they didn't flinch. Not even a little. "Heh, you look easy," he drawled, rolling his shoulders. "But I guess…