Doctor Doom returned Logan to his Pokeball and contemplated his next move. Doom could simply unleash Doom upon the fools and let it be done with, but that lacked creativity. Doom could always bring out his star pupil later in the battle if the whim struck him.
Grimm grumbled in the general direction of Doom. “Are you scared or what, Doom? Send the next Pokemon to be pounded!”
Doom closed his eyes and remembered the vow he had made to himself not to maim people before battles were over. Doom was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Doom reopened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the Thing. “Fear is a useless emotion to have, not least of all when facing someone as ill-equipped as you are now.” Doom took a moment to unclasp a Pokeball from his belt. “With that said Doom admires your wish to be granted a swifter defeat than what he has provided you to this point. Very well, Ben Grimm, you shall have your wish granted by Doom!” Doom threw out his Pokeball and watched as a Pokemon landed gracefully on two feet. Doom had not had much time with this Pokemon as of yet but it appeared spirited enough to handle the job presented.
“Hit,” the Pokemon said as it hopped in place. “Mon.” The Pokemon shuffled its legs faster. “Chan!” The Pokemon began to shadowbox in place, its gloved hands a blur as the air crackled with power from varying elemental properties being unleashed from the punches.
Reed frowned at the obvious display of power. He was going to have to step up his dickish tendencies if Doom kept pulling out Pokemon like this.
Reed is finally starting to get into his element!
Grimm snorted. “Looks weak to me. I was a boxing enthusiast you know, and I know boxing is all about leg strength. Those legs are pathetic! No power at all! Venusaur, show them what strength is!”
Doom's hand curled into a fist. There was nothing to show Doom which Doom could not provide for himself. “Incinerate.”
The Hitmonchan strode forward and met any opposing vines with effortless jabs that left the encroaching vines torched from its touch.
“Razor Leaf, Venusaur!” Grimm barked out.
The Venusaur summoned the serrated leaves and shot them towards the Hitmonchan who continud to approach.
As the leaves were almost upon it the fighting type Pokemon punched the air in a near undetectable show of hand speed. The only evidence that the Hitmonchan was actually doing anything of note to the naked eye was the noise the leaves made as they turned to ash in the face of the fiery punches. Its gloves finally stopped moving as it stared down the Venusaur with naked aggression in its eyes.
Doom approved of the direction this battle was going.
Grimm glared at the fighting type. It was moving far too fast for something that was so scrawny. It was time to put an end to all of this by playing his trump card. “Venusaur, Solar Beam!” The Pokemon began to absorb light in preparation for its ultimate attack.
“No chance,” Doom said quietly.
His Hitmonchan agreed as it surged forward to interrupt the attack. The Venusaur did not have time to properly prepare the beam before the Hitmonchan hit it squarely in the face and its plant-like body was consumed by fire, partly fueled by the sunlight the Venusaur had been absorbing.
"Venusaur! No!” Grimm shouted as he shielded his eyes from the bright flame that had burst forth in front of him
Hitmonchan did not relent with just the one punch and mercilessly continued to beat the Pokemon until it had its fill of combat and retreated back to Doom.
As the flames subsided the charred remains of the once proud Venusaur were on display for all to see.
“All those that proudly protest against the glory of Doom shall be torn asunder. I would say let that be a lesson to you, but it has been proven too many times that wisdom is a lost concept on all of you when it pertains to Doom. Just send me your next victim, I have a schedule to keep."