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Champ
You know, it’s funny. I should be freaking out over all this, but I still feel absolutely calm. I have doctors looking over me while I’m typing this. Aside from having to mind how hard I type on the keys, things don’t seem to have changed all that much. Well, barring the fact I’m incredibly strong now, and I feel an intense need to lift things.
... And I have a massive increase in appetite. I suppose I should go back to the beginning. See, I’m an amateur bodybuilder looking to get into the big time. Or at least, I was. I felt like I had pretty good form and nicely sized musculature. I went to the gym on a regular basis, still do, and I made sure to maintain a proper diet for myself. When I wasn’t working on building, I would dedicate my cardio to Pokemon Go. Yes, I’m a Pokemon nerd. And there’s nothing wrong with that, no matter what other people may say. Anyway, a friend of mine knew I was about to try my first competition, so he sent me a special package with a black speedo and a very familiar belt with gold studs and a red P engraved on the top of the buckle at the front. Found this at a weird store. Made me think of you. Good luck, man. Don’t machoke on me, all right?
~Felix
I rolled my eyes at the pun, but it really was thoughtful of him to send me something that reminded me so much of my favorite pokemon. I chuckled and tried it on immediately, of course. The material hugged closely to my frame, and I smiled as I showed off the veins and striations I’d developed in my thighs, torso, and glutes. No matter the angle I took, the underwear fit perfectly. I smirked and struck a pose in front of the mirror, hunching forward as I ground my pectorals together and flexed.
“I’m not a choke. I’m a champ,” I said. I remember that well. I also remember the giddy rush I felt after the fact. I chuckled again and growled out a gravelly, “Chaaaaaaamp,” for extra measure. The belt warmed quickly, and I smiled at how comfortable it had become. The material was so light, it felt like I was wearing nothing at all as I stepped into the hall and progressed to check-in with my other posing straps and speedos for the competition. On top of height and weight, I also had to show them what else I might be wearing for future phases of the competition. On the plus side, the dope test had already been performed, and I passed with flying colors. I offered my CD and picked up the number to attach to my belt. The rest of the process was tedious, but worth it. The prejudging was nerve-wracking, but I think I did well. The faster my heart beat, the more exhilarated I felt. You see, bodybuilders have to keep at least semi-tensed during these examinations, because the judges are watching us the whole time. My research told me most judges choose the winner during this phase, rather than out on the live stage with the audience. I had to stand out with two other men and pose for the judges. With each successive pose, I felt the pump in my muscles growing stronger. Everything felt so taut and vibrant! I could hardly keep still, so I put that energy into maintaining the poses for as long as the judges required. The lat spreads and double bicep poses left me feeling positively euphoric. I swear, I wasn’t on drugs, but it sure felt like I was.
That night, the free-posing round left me even more hyped. My biceps looked like over-inflated footballs. My traps writhed behind my back, causing me to shudder each time I flexed or stretched them. I felt so big. And I reveled in that. My skin was smooth and glistened in the stage lights. I was positively ecstatic when I got called up for the posedown. Me, a rookie! The music faded. The crowd’s cheers faded. Honestly, those moments on the stage still feel more like a dream. I remember transitioning from archer to crab to chest to traps. Every pose, every flex, flowed one into the next. I heard a number, my number.
Sixty-eight. Sixty-eight. Sixty-eight!
It rang in my brain like some sort of chant.
And somehow, I just felt so confident, so powerful, so self-assured. I knew that I was going to win. I knew that I was a champion. That title was going to be mine, and I would always keep it, no matter what anyone else might say against me.
The sensation of a new set of arms growing out of your back is ... difficult to describe. As I said, my body was overriden with a sense of utter pleasure. It was, I guess like I was getting a massage, and every nudge and knead of growth sent surges of heat and pleasure down my shoulders and back, and into my swelling legs.
That same kneading pulled at my skull as three great fins protruded out the top. I didn’t care. I don’t know if I even noticed. I just had to keep posing. Two hands clenched. Two arms writhed behind as new muscle groups knit together to support the structure of my new anatomy. By this time, the dull cry of the crowd had managed to permeate the fog. I thought I had won, that those screams were cheers.
I soon found out otherwise when I came out of the haze and saw the gaping judges. The music had long since stopped. The crowd stared at me. I stared back. I remember one of my fellow competitors asking me if I was all right, if I was still me. You know the cliche.
I responded in what I thought was perfect English. The step back he took from me indicated otherwise. So, I opted to give him the only sign I could, a thumbs-up.
Only, I did it with my two right hands.
I think that’s when the shock set in properly. Go on, you can say it. I know you’re thinking it. MACHAMP IS CONFUSED!
And I was. My whole body was literally coursing with power and energy, but it wasn’t my body anymore. My legs still moved fine, and I was grateful for that. But I now only had two massive toes. My feet had widened with my stance to make up for all the extra weight on my top and help carry it. I fell the first few times I tried walking. Too easy to lose my balance. But the thing is, it didn’t hurt. I mean, seriously, no pain. Not even a scratch. It was just ... I don’t know, a light tap?
Yes, I know. MACHAMP HURT ITSELF IN ITS CONFUSION. You don’t have to rub it in. Though, like I said before, my fall(s) didn’t really hurt. The audience was speechless. So was I. I mean, what do you say when you spontaneously turn into a pokemon? Other than your name, I mean, obviously. I see you trolls out there! Don’t get any ideas. This is one builder you do not want to mess with. I had to motion for pen and paper. Fortunately, my hands were still just as capable of writing. Machamp is mostly humanoid, barring the weird feet and extra arms. And the whole head fins thing.
On the plus side, I don’t have to worry about shampoo and conditioner anymore. But anyway, yeah, I wrote I was okay, still me, and requested that someone call a doctor, and maybe the police. I had to file a statement, after all, and better to get my name and face out there as soon as possible, rather than give anyone in the government the chance to hush it up and haul me off somewhere for experimentation.
I have been approached asking for consent to that effect, by the way. Being a super strong entity that has superhuman endurance and is capable of taking most any blows, which I assume would include bullets, given the fact my new species can literally take a beam of pure solar fire shot from the blossoms of plant monsters, kinda makes me a hot commodity from a military standpoint. I could be an asset, if I were to consent to serving my country.
Yes, an asset they’d send in as a tank in warfare to be blown up or watch others he cares about get blown to bits in a pointless conflict. No, thank you, Mister President or whatever shadowy aspect of the government is asking. I mean, seriously, it’s not like I could be some sort of super spy with this body and mug. I am literally one of a kind.
And if any foreign actors happen to get any ideas, they should know that I can break out of any prison they try to put me into. I am highly resistant to drugs and poisons, and I don’t give in to blackmail. In short, I’m not going to tolerate any shenanigans, but I’m not going to be a threat to anyone either, except in my capacity as being inexperienced with this body, which is why I am typing this up now as I work out my other arms under careful observation.
I didn’t agree to be the military’s property, but a coalition of biologists and scientists were very anxious to learn about what happened to cause the change, and how my genetics have been altered. They’ve been very helpful, providing me with a synthesizer I can type into to speak for me. It’s designed to fit around my wrist like a brace, and it doubles as a monitor for other readings. Yes, I am still only capable of speaking in what has been dubbed Pokespeak. It sounds normal when it comes out of my mouth, but no human can understand me.
That being said, I’ve made some demands of these scientists, as well as of the nations that are concerned about me as a potential threat. I am to be allowed to see any phase in the experiments, and we are to have round-the-clock security composed of a coalition from each of the nations who are concerned about my “welfare.” There is also going to be an interior security team composed of UN forces to keep the peace. Any blood or tissue samples are never to leave this facility, and are to be destroyed after the tests have been carried out to ensure no one can get hold of my genetic structure to attempt anything.
I’ve already broken several of their measuring machines in regards to testing the strength of my punches. And I found, much to my surprise, that I really can rain a flurry of blows at a pace that’s almost faster than the eye can see. They had to use a slow cam to show the individual strikes. So, that means I’m probably going to have to be registered as a lethal weapon and act accordingly. That’s to be expected, I suppose.
At least I still have my rights as a US citizen, and the UN has offered me proper protections with my visa as I stay here in Switzerland. Overall, it’s turned out a lot better than it could have. Naturally, as a large part of this research, I am allowed to speak with whomever I wish and text, call, video chat, etc. accordingly. It’s not like they can stop me from leaving a session, anyway, if I really want to do something else.
I’ve put in a few more failsafes, just in case anyone tries anything like falsifying videos of me or voice messages. It’s about all I can do for now. Anyway, yeah, that’s where I stand. I guess I really did become a champ, though I don’t think I’ll be able to compete in bodybuilding anymore. On the plus side, with strength like this, I can be my own moving crew or warehouse worker. Just don’t ask me to do any fine tuning. I’m still learning how to coordinate for the more delicate tasks.
The government, naturally, interviewed Felix about the mysterious store and its proprietor, but there was no sign of either. I get the feeling this is one of those things that will likely wind up in the X-files. But hey, gotta look on the bright sight, right? At least I’m still me.
And honestly, I can’t wait to get back to my normal life again.
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An adorable gift (Just be careful using animals as presents!), a snappy dude with a familiar shirt, a heavy lift (Oh hey, another of my Pokemon, Kung the Machamp!), and a demonstration of how ancient peoples made exit signs.
Poorly drawn Machop line.
Fire Punch
“It’s not so simple, is it, Machop?”
Blaziken chuckled at my expense as I dusted myself off. She offered her hand, lifting me up to my feet. The ranch my trainer had left me to stay in was serene, grassy, and beautifully expansive; it perfectly juxtaposed the intense, suffocating emotion I felt rushing through me.
“I just don’t get it. I’m strong enough to do it!” I yelled.” I can lift boulders five times my size, I could throw them up a mountain! I’m not weak, so WHY can’t I do this?!”
The boulder I had been training with split, rent in half in the wake of my rage. I punched and hurled myself at it until all that was left of the boulder was a pile of pebbles, and a cloud of dust.
Blaziken placed her hand on my shoulder, her claws gripping so tight I didn’t dare move. “It’s not about power,” she said, tone firm, but comforting. “It’s about awakening something new from within: a fire. It is something that you must learn for yourself, but I cannot teach.”
I looked down, hoping the cloud of dust obstructed my tears; even so, my voice betrayed my defeat: “What if I can’t learn? What if I can’t be the partner my trainer deserves? She believes in me, what if I fail her?”
Blaziken’s hand tensed on my shoulder, growing hotter, almost painfully so. “You are already deserving of a good trainer. They will accept your partnership no matter what happens. If they can’t, then they don’t deserve you,” she rasped. “You are strong, and will only continue to grow. You may learn how to summon fire into your hands, or you may not. You are capable. You simply must continue to try. Do not let failure deter you, and do not let your fears stop you from becoming the best that you can be.”
She brought herself down to my level as I tried to compose myself-- and she wiped away my tears, and encompassed me a hug.
I returned it with everything I had.
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The first thing I hear is an uproar of cheering as I’m summoned into battle. I crack my neck, roll my shoulders-- and flex my arms. I look behind me, to my trainer, Nora, and give her a nod and a smile, which she returns-- and to my left, at Meganium. She takes a fighting stance, her petals fluttering in the wind.
“Machamp and Meganium!” a voice announced, somewhere overhead. “My, what an interesting combo. Let’s see what the red corner’s last two Pokemon are!”
In the distance, I see a trainer, small and scrawny, almost sickly looking, hold up two pokeballs with trembling fingers. At once, red light shoots from them, and two figures emerge: a Pokemon in what appeared to be a red dress and yellow hair, and a tall Pokemon, with a coat of red and yellow fur.
“Surely, it couldn’t be…” I muse. “...Blaziken?”
“Ah, there they are! Verity’s last two Pokemon, Jynx, and her ace, Blaziken!” the announcer booms. The crowd goes wild, screaming, cheering, jumping in anticipation and excitement!
I steel myself in preparation of the fight to come.
Suddenly, the opponent, Verity, smiles. “Jynx,” she leads, “attack Machamp with Psychic!” The Jynx’s hair lifts into the air, her eyes glow, and I’m hurled back by a blast of energy. I crash into the wall behind me, leaving cracks in the stone.
Above, the announcer jeers, “Ooh! That one’s gotta hurt! What a powerful Psychic attack!”
I lift myself off the ground as quickly as I can. Behind myself, I hear Nora, cry out: “Meganium! Use Petal Dance on the Jynx!”
Meganium’s petals twist and sway, and from within her flower, a flurry of rosy petals fly out, hundreds of them, and hurl toward Jynx, who becomes trapped within them. The battlefield is surrounded in a dance of petals, and it’s almost mesmerizing-- but there’s more important things to think about right now.
In the chaos of the fight, Verity’s command is only a whisper, but Blaziken seems to nod, looking directly at Meganium. At the same time, Nora calls out again, this time shouting, “Now, Machamp! Use Fire Punch on Jynx!”
I grin widely; this is my moment.
I charge at the Jynx, arm growing hotter and hotter as my passion for fighting erupts in a blaze, and I strike Jynx in the fiercest, most fiery punch I can deliver. She is struck, sent flying backwards into a rock behind her, and after a moment of tension, her body collapses.
“Verity’s Jynx is unable to battle!” shouts the referee.
“Machamp struck down the Jynx with Fire Punch!” The announcer adds. “The type matchup looked to be heavily in Verity’s favor, but now it’s a 2-against-1!” I flex for the crowd, absorbing their praise. The announcer’s voice picks up again, this time saying, “Though, we can’t be too sure the Green Corner has the upper hand just yet, especially after that massive hit Nora’s Meganium just took.”
My face falls, and I turn to look at Meganium-- and sure enough, she’s lifting herself up from a pile of rubble, obvious burn marks on her side. But she’s not looking at Blaziken, and neither is Blaziken looking at her-- now, Blaziken’s sights are fixed on me, almost studying me. I tense, preparing for the next command from Nora. As if we’re in sync, Nora cries out, “Machamp! Focus Punch!” I smile, close my eyes and center myself. One breath in. Hold. And breathe out. Somewhere in the distance, I faintly hear Nora shout for Meganium to use Synthesis, and Verity whispering another command. Fire… something. I open my eyes, and see that while Meganium is looking a little less worse for wear, the Blaziken is rushing toward her, claws wreathed in flame.
I start to charge at Blaziken, aim true, but I can’t stop what happens: Blaziken leaps into the air, descending upon Meganium like a bolt of lightning, pummeling two fiery fists into her, one hand after another, sending her crashing into the ground with a resounding boom.
Already, I know that Meganium couldn’t withstand an attack that powerful, even at perfect health. “A DIRECT HIT!” shouts the announcer from above. “Another Fire Punch from the Blaziken! What a showstopper! Let’s see if Meganium is still in it!”
A resounding, “Meganium is unable to battle!” bursts from the referee, as I draw closer to my target. I don’t wait for the announcer to pivot his focus to me before I rush Blaziken with the Focus Punch I’d been saving for it. Blaziken turns to meet me, barely recognizing it’s being attacked before absorbing the full impact of my punch. Blaziken stays on its feet, holding mostly upright as it slides backward. Impressive, I think. I grin madly, certain that no Pokemon could take my most powerful attack and continue to battle.
But, what I hear next stops my train of thought. The announcer, shouting, “Wait, what is that in Blaziken’s grasp?” A strip of cloth.. Folks! I don’t believe it! That’s a Focus Sash! Blaziken is STILL in the fight!”
And, sure enough, there it is: Blaziken, pulling itself upright, a band of cloth turning to cinders in its claws.
I squint my eyes, and study Blaziken. Between the tattered crest on her head, and the scars on her arms, there can be no mistake.
Blaziken speaks before I can. “It’s you, isn’t it? The Machop I taught to hold fire.” I nod.
She laughs, a sort of chittering sound. “You’ve learned so much since then, I see. You wield fiery fervor well.”
“Thank you,” I say sincerely, trying to convey the gratitude I feel. “You taught me something I needed to hear, right when I needed to hear it. My trainer and I understand each other, we grew closer and stronger together. I never gave up, and I never will, and that’s all because of you.”
Blaziken beams, looking the most proud that anyone has ever been for me. “I suppose the feeling is mutual.”
I tilt my head, confused. “What do you mean?”
“The trust you put into your trainer made me realize how much I did not trust mine,” she explained. “I ran away from the ranch that night, and I met Verity the same night, as she had also run away. We saved each other that day. I learned that I, too, deserved to be loved and trusted.”
I assume a powerful stance, keeping my four arms at the ready. As nice as our rapport was, I’m sure everyone’s wondering why the fighting stopped. “We should probably get back to it,” I say.
Blaziken laughs heartily, before responding, “Of course. But just know, as grateful as I am for the lesson you taught me, I won’t be magnanimous in the rest of this fight. So.. show me what you’ve got. One last Fire Punch, to finish off the championships. What do you say?”
I nod. “You’re on, Blaziken.”
We both take a leap back, and I channel every ounce of gratitude I have into an inferno in my fist, and look to Nora. She seems to understand, and together, the trainers shout:
“Blaziken!”
“Machamp!”
“Use Fire Punch!”
We charge at one another, flames licking at our wrists, trailing in whips of fire behind us. Blaziken raises hers as I raise mine, and our clenched fists meet in a blinding, incendiary light that absorbs everything.
And then, everything goes quiet.
I hear cheering, but I can’t focus on it. What just happened?
Suddenly, it all makes sense. And the referee confirms that, yes: “Machamp is unable to battle! The Red Corner trainer Verity emerges victorious!”
The crowd’s roars become deafening, their excitement enough to alleviate the pain of defeat, even if just a little. I open my eyes, and look to the sky, and how wonderfully blue it is. And, standing above me, is Blaziken, holding out her hand. I take it, and she pulls me into a hug.
I return it with everything I have.
DxP REWRITE - Ingo
The main reason for this comic himself lol. In the past 2 years, Ingo has had bits of his old personality come back as his subconscious makes more sense of what little of his memories he had left, particularly his volume & posture.
Like Emmet, I could’ve just gave him his in-game Hisuian team, & it is almost one-for-one, except for the free Shiny Ponyta you get near the beginning of the game - I had the thought that he was “lured” to its purple flames as a Rapidash for some reason…so Mizumi gave it to him between the end of PLA & the start of DxP REWRITE.
🔼 After some thinking (mostly thanks to this Sword / Shield Submas run I’m playing), I decided Emmet & Ingo do nickname their Pokémon after rail terms after all lol. Apart from the more obvious names, Olton is for the 5972 Olton Hall, the train they used for the Hogwarts Express, & Victoria, named for a type of horse-drawn carriage that refers to the time before the “iron-horse” ran the rails.
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UPDATE: As you can see, I decided to update these character profiles with new art, & a cleaner design that allows for more info! If you want to compare / contrast, here’s the older version:
Raboot + Machamp + Primeape Primaboot is an extremely hot-tempered and angry pokemon. Its fighting styles are so extreme that it no longer has a championship belt. It practices its moves on mountaintops,completely isolating itself from people and pokemon.
Next form is the Machop line,based on fire dancers and some inspiration from Machamp’s gigantamax form.
Also might take a couple days off from drawing. I FINALLY got the Mystery Dungeon DX and I feel like binging it! XD
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