*Flashback!*

After finishing his chat with Nathan, Terra headed for the Pokemon Center to retrieve Yogi from his PC, then head back to Gym, only stopping once on the way back for some bottled tea and snacks at a vending machine and enjoy with his Pokemon Yogi, Mikey, Anubi, Pixie, and Oinari. It had been awhile since he’s eaten, and watching the impressive battles put on by his friend had helped worked up a small appetite in him! Mason would need a little while to prepare himself for their match, so he could afford to take the small break and relax with his partners and friends. Him sitting in the grass underneath the shade of one of the many beautiful trees with his precious little fox dozing in his lap, while his Fighting Trio compared moves and struck various poses that suited their disposition and his ironclad fae startling and chasing around the local Pidgies. It was good respite, simply put.

Of course, the sagely monk did not entirely spend that time idle, and he used it in part to explain his plans and desire for Yogi to take on Mason’s entire team by himself. He coached his martial Fighter about what he learnt about the man and their tactics, gave some encouragement for the seemingly monumental task ahead, and expressed his regrets and apologies for not giving them due care and attention due to circumstances.

Part of the reason he wanted Yogi to solo this Gym Battle was as a way to make up for that, giving them the chance to earn some glory and honor for themselves as well as an excellent opportunity to stretch their muscles after staying cooped up in the PC so long. The somewhat enigmatic warrior looked rather pleased with the prospect, the mushroom of champion PUMPED for their fellow Fighting type while the aural jackel look a might bit envious (oh dang it, why couldn’t have been him instead?), and the black rascal briefly looking interested before she lapsed back into her previous torpor.

Like the rotation of the planet shifting day into night, though, break time transitioned into the envoy of Terra’s match against Mason, so he recalled his partners at and continued his trek back to the Gym. There, the master architect was waiting for him at the other end of the main arena, giving the Steely brawler a welcoming yet challenging smile.

“Perfect timing! Just got through organizing my team for our Gym Battle, and this time I’m ready for ya big fellow! Well, about as ready as I can be against you anyway, ha ha! How about yourself? Are you prepared to take on my prized beauties from the earth?”

Terra nodded back to them, taking his place and plucking Yogi’s Pokeball off belt, giving the Gym Leader a smaller but no less genuine smile back to them.

“Yes, I am. Me and my partner are ready…..*Smirks* to Rock your world, and Ground your partners.”

“Pfff, HA! That’s the spirit! Alright, on three and we get this show started! One, two….three!”

Both trainers sent out their chosen Pokemon, Yogi appearing in a flash of light on his side of the era , striking a pose, one leg raised high and both hands palms out towards his opponent, while his opponent sent out a Pokemon that he immediately recognized: A Solrock, hovering off the floor and locking gazes with his partner, their own calculating and inscrutable. Mason shouted out his Orders for his cosmic star, while Terra calmly conveyed his.

“Solrock, play it safe and smooth. This guy’s harder and stronger than bedrock, so we’re going to have to be smart if we’re going to hammer a victory out him!”

“Yogi, this is your battle. Do what you think is best. Want to see your style, and for you to…. enjoy yourself to the fullest.”

With that said, the battle begins!

Yogi darts forward immediately, leaping forward with a palm outstretch to grab and slam the floating space rock into the ground, but it deftly evades to the side and backs ups, having easily predicted such a telepgraphed action.. This begat the start of a game of cat and mouse between the two, with Yogi constantly trying to press their assault against while Solrock kept a healthy distance away from their treacherous rock breaking fists. And whenever he got close enough to actually land a hit, they would quickly pivot and attempt to blast them with a chuck of rock from the arena, forcing him to dodge out of the way while they regained the lead.

It was a frustrating state of affairs, and Yogi grew quite tired of it in quite a short amount of time, and promptly expressed his sentiments by giving Solrock a withering glare. Enough fooling around, and fight properly.

So sudden and potent was it that the cosmic star ‘jumped’ and shivered, before they calmed themselves, channeling the power of the cosmos to regain their nerve and fortify them against no doubt some increased hostility. It will not waver against its opponent. They will persevere and strike back when the perfect openings presented themselves.

Their bout quickly resumed, and soon enough indeed such an opportunity came for the golden sun as Yogi overextend, overreaching with their latest palm strike and stumbling forward! Immediately Solrock halted their retreat and started levitating a huge quantity of rock from the floor, before hurtling it all at the stunned fighter!

Only for them to lightly smirk as the abruptly corrected their postured and dodge underneath the wave of rumble, rushing forward with astounding swiftness! It was a feint! Figuring that the cosmic star would just keep playing it safe, it decided to fake out being flat footed so it commit to an attack, and boy did it pay off!

Realizing that it had been duped and that the psychic warrior was about to bear down on them with extreme prejudice, Solrock panicked and tried to throw them away with their own telekinetic might. Stop, stop, cease!
Undaunted by their desperate last ditch effort to keep them away, Yogi brushed off their power with ease, shattering their mental hold on them effortlessly and finally getting its hands on of its spines.

Everything went downhill for Solrock soon after. It was twirled around and slammed into arena floor with a force that caused the room to shake briefly, before the martial fighter used its other hand and buried it in their face, embedding them deeper in the floor and causing a cloud of dust to blossom. When it had cleared, Yogi was the only one standing, staring down unscathed at the unconscious star before giving it a shallow bow and leaping back to his side of the arena. That one down, and however many more left to go.

Terra was a bit surprised but pleased at his deft and flawless assault, nodding to them with a pleased smile which they returned with dignity. Mason, meanwhile, could only blink at how effortlessly that Medicham took down his Solrock before shaking his head with a small grin.

“Well damn, the League wasn’t kidding when they said you were tough as nails! Guess I have to dial things up if I’m going to have a chance of breaking through that Medicham of yours!”

Thus said, the master architect Returned their fallen shooting star and summoned their next combatant, a large and in charge Armaldo, ambling forward and eyeing their opponent with cool contempt. A Medicham, huh? And one that’s looking hale and hearty. Tch, they’re going to be a pain in the ass, he could tell….

Yogi’s own pair of peepers narrowed instantaneously as he saw the walking rock lobster , giving them wary look as he got into a defensive form. Though their Fighting type could blunt their Bug Moves, that didn’t mean he liked them any less. Plus, after hearing what little their partner told them about Arete, they weren’t about to take any prehistoric insect lightly.

The battle began with the telekinetic monk locking gazes with the armored biped and forced their Psychic might upon their mind to weaken and disorient them. This caused their eyes to water and to grimace as they were given one heck of a mental beaten, but they kept their focus, sharpening their big claws until their edges shined in sharpness as Mason called out for them to do.

Yogi redoubled his mental assault when it became clear they would not so easily fold to him, and this time they staggered back, clutching their head with one claw and shaking it with a wince, trying to dispel the stars he was suddenly seeing! Seconds later the psychic warrior was upon him, grabbing at their other claw and yanking them down to the ground before kicking them away!

Armaldo didn’t appreciate this treatment one bit, and vocally protested by letting lose a almost ear bleeding shriek that made Yogi wince hard, wobbling backwards and trying his best not to go totally deaf! That gave the rockclad insect enough time to regain their acuity and gave their opponent a downright nasty glower, rubbing dust off its exoskeleton and flexing whatever analogue it had to muscle tissue. Oh, now it was ticked off with this guru bastard, and he’s going to show it what happens those that earn his ire!

With literally ground breaking speed, the walking rock lobster pounced towards Yogi, shattering the floor beneath it and started wildly and madly slashing at him! This nearly caught the martial Fighter completely off guard, but they just barely dodge out of the way of their first blow. Then another, and another, and another! Yogi narrowly bobbed and weaved around each and every swipe, with a haste born out of not wanting to get sliced to ribbons by those scythe like limbs!

The armored biped, unable to keep up its frenzied assault without passing out into a foamy mouth stupor, had to stop, panting and looking at his opponent in incredulous dismay and disbelief. What in the deep blue sea?! How in the Mariana Trench’s name did they dodge ALL that?!

Yogi meet their look with a worn out but much less tired glare of their own, and the next moment rockclad insect was clutching its head, thrashing about in agony as the telekinetic warrior renew their mental assault on them with vengeance . Much too exhausted by their recent exertions and the heaps of hurt that he already, Armaldo’s soon rolled up into their armor platted skull and they slumped to the floor, passing out as they could no longer bear the Pain.
This time the lithe warrior didn’t show any respect to his fallen foe, giving them a viscous look before stomping back over to their starting position and tried to regain their calm. Damn Bug is KOed, and good riddance to it!

The rugged wanderer eyebrows raised the whole display of his partner briefly, but he soon shrugged it off, figuring that it was their blood pressure and near evisceration that was cause behind their discontent. Mason was again taken off guard by Yogi again wrecking his Rocks without nary a scratch to show for it, looking less confidant now of his chances of taking them down. Never the less they grit their teeth and set their jaw, not letting himself dwell on his defeats as he Returned his senseless friend with a grin.

“Shoot, are ya planning to sweep my entire team with just that Medicham of yours, big fellow? ‘Cause they’re certainly presenting a powerful case towards that!”

Terra look thoughtful at that notion, before shrugging his shoulders.

“No. *Grins* But if you think they can do it, then they will. Yogi is like me. They fight with all their might, until they can not. If your partners can not stop him, can not hurt him, then that is that.”

That got a laugh out of the Gym Leader, as well as renewing their own competitive spirit!

“Ha! Big talk, from a big man like yourself! We’ll see if there’s any weight behind those words or not! Next up, a Rock that’ll give your partner plenty of hands. Or rather, backhands.”

The rugged wanderer was confused as to what they meant, but that went away as out went a Great Ball, and out came a large and rotund Graveler with three pairs of arms! It popped its knuckles one pair at a time before flexing arms at Medicham proudly and fearlessly! No Fighting scared this buff boulder, no matter how rough or tough they are! He’s much too swol to be scared of them fleshie pansies, ha!

Mason seemed amused by these antic as he shook his head lightly and gave him instruction for their upcoming Fight.

“Like seeing that Rock solid gusto as always, Mitts! Might want to tone it down though, ‘cause that Medicham has polished off two of our buddies without a bruise to show for it!”

Okay, now the Graveler was much less confidant after hearing THAT. Holy pumice, that’s one heck of a Fighting type! ….Eh, fuck it, he can still win this, no sweat (Literally!) !

“Ha ha, that’s not happening, huh? Well in that case, why don’t ya show what those arms of yours can do to them, eh? They’re a flighty one, though, so corner and pin them down first!”

The swollest stone grins at that command, waggling its many fingers at Yogi menacingly, who gazes back them imperiously , unphased . He (Yogi) just beat a living space rock and a super tough prehistoric arthropod, so they we not about to be Intimidated by a couple extra limbs!

In fact, he’ll be the one doing the menacing here. Yogi took a big hard chunk of rock off the ground and turned it into powder in front of Graveler, his face still but eyes probing for any weakness. The macho granite guy couldn’t help but gulp at the display despite himself, but they shook their head and charged at the telekinetic monk head first!

Which completely failed as they dodged at the last second then delivered a kick that took them off their feet sent them harshly tumbling. Ouch!

Not one to let anyone get him down for long, though, Graveler used the momentum from his tumbling to start spinning at breakneck pace, bouncing all over the arena as he built up speed before running over Yogi!

Or tried too, but the martial expertly avoided all their passes, leaping out of the way of each well before they could reach him. Then when they slow to a crawl as friction and exhaustion took its toll on the swol boulder, he was right on them, and that was it for the poor guy. A precise aimed palm slap spend them up and sent them spiraling out of control right out of the arena and into a wall, knocking them out as they impacted it with a *CRASH!*

Yet again, Yogi had achieved victory flawlessly and untouched. They gave Graveler a bow for the show they put on for him (or the portion of him that was sticking out of the wall) before strolling back to his end of the battlegrounds.
Nothing need be said about how pleased Terra was about the performance of his apparent Fighting Master (even if he hardly showed it), but Mason looked downright stupefied at how damn poorly things have gone for him. He could chalk up Medicham’s first flawless win over a quick thinking, and the second to sheer determination, but three in a row, with the last being the easiest? Either that big fellow was underselling their Strength like hell, or that Pokemon of theirs was some sort of monster prodigy when it came to battling, and he was not sure which answer he liked least.

“….Ya know, I realized after seeing that creature of yours tear one of my teams apart and hearing them stories about ya that you and your Pokemon were something else, but I didn’t think you had another one like them. Not that I’m surprised about that, but it’s not often I get shown up this badly on my own home turf by a single Pokemon so doggedly.”

They sigh, before their expression goes hard and serious as some sort of sedimentary material, taking off what looked to be a Dusk Ball off his belt.

“Well, no more! My pride as a Gym Leader’s on the line now, and I’ll be a shoddy piece of work if me and my own don’t give it our all to take down that slick Medicham of yours! I didn’t plan on using this partner of mine in our match, since they’re usually too much of a pain in the ass for most visiting Trainers to handle, but I think you two should be able to fine and dandy. Go, Tinkerbell!”

The determined researcher tossed out the D.B. , and in a flash of red out comes……a Zubat? No wait, it was pint - sized Gliscor ! Now THERE’S something you don’t see every day! Terra and Yogi didn’t know what quite to make of it at first, but when it started darting and zooming all over their side of their arena at breakneck speeds and with the force of a miniature jet they took it for all the seriousness it was worth.

The teeny tiny bat suddenly stopped in front of their master with a wide and silly smile plastered all over their face, which couldn’t help but make the Gym Leader laugh despite the show they put on.

“Yes, yes, that was very cool Tinkerbell, but I’m not the one you need to be impressing right now.”

He pointed straight at Yogi, who straightened up as the mini-Gliscor’s attention snapped over to him like a eager Growlithe pup looking for affection, eyeing the with a goofy yet somehow menacing zeal that put them on edge.

“Now, this here Medicham has been making a right mess of our partners and friends, and got away scot free with it so far too! How about ya show that Fighter a thing or two about a real speed demon?”

Tinkerbell’s attention back to her trusted trainer with a “Oh really?!” look of joy on her face, and with a smile and a nod from them she let out a shriek of happiness before turning around to face her opponent with an alarming amount of cheer. Oh dear, this one was a real doozy and more than a bit screwy. Will they be the end of Yogi’s untouched chain of wins?

Everyone was about to find out, for as soon as the final battle of the Gym Match was declared started the smol nightwing was zooming straight towards the Master Fighter with glee, their tiny pincers crossed their barrel and ready to score him! Yogi let out a undignified gasp at their speed before throwing themselves to the ground to avoid their attack, before having to quickly roll out of the way and spring to his feet with they smartly double backed and tried to slice into them with a pitch black pincer!

Realizing that he was going to be diced and sliced at this rate, the telekinetic monk locked gazes with them and tried to pry into their head, but had to abort it midway through to dodge as they glide right between his legs, kicking up sand into his eyes and breaking his concentration! Damn, that sting like hell! He rubbed as much grit as he could out and gave the mini-Gliscor a livid scowl that managed to put a damper on their fun as they wilted under it. Eh, eh, scary scary! No fun, no fun, so time for her to make more of her own!

The tiny bat darted forward towards the psychic warrior with extreme swiftness, homing in on them with an enthusiastic squeal! Weeeee~! Yogi eyes went wide before he instinctively lashed out at them right before they could impact, abruptly stopping them mid-flight as an open palm swatted them straight out of the air, miraculously sparing him any harm while passing it all onto them!

Despite what their puny size might lead you to believe, one good hit did not spell their untimely Faint, for they soon pulled themselves off the ground, shook their head like a mangy dog, and was right back to zipping through the air, freckles and carefree as ever! It be an endearing display, if the smol scorpiobat wasn’t trying to lacerate you with its pincers almost immediately afterwards! This, though, Yogi was ready, and thrusted out a palm just as they near, forcing them to break away least the get reunited with the ground again! Once was enough for her this match, yes yes!

And so a sort of mock speed duel sprang into existence between the two agile brawlers, each of them trying to get at each other with their blindingly swift attacks, only to have to dodge or deflect to avoid taking any damage. It was a prolonged and grueling affair that lasted several long seconds, and it was the telekinetic warrior slipped and almost got a bloody cut across their cheek he was starting to flag, and flag hard. Three straight matches against some of Mason finest Pokemon before he unleashed this hyperactive demon upon, all of them being done flawlessly out of a need to prove that he hadn’t grown soft or meek from his lapse in battling, were finally taking their toll. If he didn’t end this fight right now, he’ll be completely worn down and torn apart in seconds.

That was not something he would not allow.

One final punch, one final hit, for all the glory he deserves.

Yogi grit his teeth let loose a low but defiant battle cry, aiming a punch at Tinkerbell as she was zipping back to try and land that one hit knockout that would end the match right then and there! Then, quick as lightning, he struck….
….and missed, as they easily avoided the haymaker. He he, couldn’t catch her with that –

Abruptly she staggered in mid-air, feeling a sudden woozy sensation caused her to almost drunkenly stall in mid-air. The Master Fighter was staring at mini-Gliscor with vivid, piercing eyes, their arm only partially outstretched. It was another feint by him, faking one attack and using it to cover up the real one. A far more daring gambit than the last one he pulled, yet oh so sweet that he did it.

Yogi whirled towards his flighty opponent, his outstretched hand now within her range as it was reaching out for her. She tried to dodge out of the way but couldn’t, as that stodgy feeling in her head killed all possibility for a quick exit.
His hand closed around her, and it was over.

With a much louder wary cry this time, Yogi completed his revolution and threw mini-Gliscor down hard and fast like a burning missile, sending them flipping and spinning across the arena and all the way to Mason, kicking up a trail of grit and dirt along the way. It soon dissipated, and for all to see was the teeny tiny bat was Fainted, thoroughly tenderized and out cold. Across the arena droop the telekinetic monk, very much exhausted from his ordeal of a Gym Battle…..

…and remained untouched.

Mason had nothing to say to that, only to just look at them with the widest eyes for the longest time, before he let out a rueful sigh and shook his head in amusement, a sporting smile crossing his face as he bowed his head toward them.

“That’s it, then. Congrats Yogi! You beat me and collection at your own game, ya beast of a Fighting Type.”

Yogi had done it. A perfect, flawless triumph over Mason and his entire team.

Yes, yes, yes!!!

He burst into a fit of laughter as that realization finally settled into him. Yes, yes, he did it, he did it! He had proved himself, and reclaimed his old glory, ahahahaha!

As for Terra? You couldn’t mistake that big smile as anything but pure happiness, at the almost unthinkable achievement his partner had just claimed. He walked over to them and rested a rest a palm on their should, and simply said 
thus:

“Phenomenal, Yogi.”

And so the Gym Match conclude, with Terra and Yogi the uncontested victors.