The Loser's Club Part 13 - Meowth vs. Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey

[SSJRuss]

The Loser’s Club

Part 13

Previously -

Part 11
Part 8

 

--Some abandoned warehouse in Verse City

 

M. Bison's Psycho Energy crackled through the air, clashing against the threads of Doflamingo’s Devil Fruit powers. Across from him, Doflamingo stood as calm as ever, grinning, though his coat bore several scorched holes from Bison’s relentless attacks.

Bison shot forward like a bullet, his Psycho Crusher splitting the air. The energy around him burned brighter as he aimed to crush Doflamingo once and for all. The Shadaloo king could feel victory within his grasp. No one, no one, could withstand the full brunt of his Psycho Power.

But just as he was about to collide with Doflamingo, his opponent raised a single finger, and thin, razor-sharp strings snapped into place in front of him, forming an almost invisible net. Bison’s Psycho Crusher struck the strings, but instead of slicing through, the threads twisted and coiled around him, pulling him to a grinding halt.

“Fuffuffuffu. Predictable,” Doflamingo said, his voice filled with amusement. With some effort, he flicked his wrist, and the strings hurled Bison backward, slamming him into a crumbling wall with enough force to dent the steel supports of the warehouse.

Bison growled as he pulled himself out of the debris, dust and rubble falling off of his shoulders. His eyes burned with Psycho Energy. “You dare mock me?”

Doflamingo chuckled, his grin widening as he stepped forward. “Mock you? Oh no, Bison. I’m testing you. And you’re doing well for someone who is holding back his true power.” He raised his hand, and more threads began to weave through the air, crisscrossing the space between them like a spiderweb. “You’ll have to prove you’re worth our time if you want to walk out of here alive.”

Bison was furious. He knew this man was toying with him. It was infuriating that his effort was not enough to wipe the arrogant smirk off his face. He didn’t have time for this, but if he wanted to see the true power of Psycho Energy, he’d show it to him.

Bison leapt and unleashed a barrage of Psycho Shots, the spheres of energy streaking toward Doflamingo with blistering speed. Doflamingo moved quickly, his strings forming barriers and deflecting each blast with precision. The last Psycho Shot grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow burn.

“Close,” Doflamingo admitted, wiping the blood from his cheek with a gloved hand. “But not close en-”

The attack was a diversion, as Bison flared his power and in an instant, shattered the strings and closed the distance between them, his fist connecting with Doflamingo’s gut, driving him several feet back into the opposite wall.

Bison landed on the ground in a crouch, his aura crackling like wildfire. “Enough games, I will not be made a fool of.”

Doflamingo coughed, holding his stomach as he steadied himself to his feet. To Bison’s confusion, he began to laugh. “Fuffuffuffu! That’s more like it, Bison. Truly impressive. I’ve seen what I needed to see."

Bison, panting slightly from the exertion but keeping his guard up. "What is the meaning of this? Are you surrendering?"

Doflamingo chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite. You’ve been chosen by my employer. I just wanted to make sure you were worth his time. Vince will be pleased to see you.”

"Vince?" Bison’s eyes narrowed. "Who is this Vince? And why should I care?"

Doflamingo smirked, his hands slipping into his coat pockets. “You’ll find out soon enough. Let’s just say he’s the one who truly runs this city. And he’s someone you’ll want to meet if you’re serious about building your empire here.”

Bison considered the offer. He didn’t trust Doflamingo, but if this Vince could offer him the resources to establish Shadaloo in Verse City, it was worth investigating.

“Very well,” Bison said finally. “Take me to him. But know this—if this is some kind of trick, I will destroy you.”

Doflamingo chuckled, his grin returning. “Fuffuffuffu. No tricks, Bison. Just opportunities. Follow me. Come along, then. Vince is expecting us."

 

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--The Commission's Lair, in Verse City

Doflamingo led M. Bison to a towering skyscraper that loomed ominously over the bustling streets of Verse City. The building was unlike anything Bison had seen before—its architecture a blend of styles from countless worlds, reflecting the diverse origins of the city’s inhabitants. Inside, several of the walls had posters depicting this “Mr. McMahon” promoting various wrestling companies, namely WWE.

They entered through a set of grand wooden doors, the interior spoke of quiet money. Bison could feel the air thicken with a sense of power and authority.

At the far end of the room stood a figure, his back turned as he gazed out of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. The man was dressed in an immaculate suit, his presence exuding a calm yet overwhelming sense of control. This must be Vince.

"Welcome, M. Bison. I've been expecting you,” Vince spoke, without turning around. 

Bison crossed his arms, studying the man with a critical eye. "So, you're the one Doflamingo spoke of. What do you want with me?"

Vince turned to face him, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I want to offer you something—a place at the table. Verse City is a nexus point of a thousand, billion worlds. It is the kind of place where people like myself, and you as well, can claim power and really turn this city on its head.”

"And what do you get out of this?"

Vince chuckled. "I already have control over this city, Bison. But maintaining that control requires strong, capable allies. I have a group of friends, The Commission,  made up of the most powerful beings across the multiverse. They facilitate that control, as well as satisfy their own domains and agendas. By joining, you'll gain access to resources and influence beyond whatever backwater world you come from."

Before Bison could respond, Doflamingo spoke. "The Commission is just about to start a meeting. Join us, and see for yourself."

Vince nodded, motioning for Bison to follow him. "Excellent idea. Come, Bison. Meet your new colleagues."

The trio traveled to a lower floor to the meeting room. Bison followed behind as Vince and Doflamingo walked into the already full room.

Around the large, circular table sat some figures of intrigue, their names labeled on immaculate name tags in front of them. Bison stood, taking their measure.

Vince walked to his seat at the head of the table, a position that left no doubt as to who held the ultimate authority in this gathering. Doflamingo took his seat casually, sitting next to Talia al Ghul. She sat with an air of regal confidence, her eyes sharp as she observed Bison.

Across from her, Professor Zoom tapped his fingers impossibly fast. His crimson and yellow suit glinted under the faint light as he smirked at Bison. Next to him was Hexadecimal. She wore a porcelain mask that shifted from an amused grin to a sharp frown as she tilted her head towards the newcomer.

Another figure, more of a silhouette than man, was also joining them. The Father is what his tag read. He sat straight-backed and smoked a pipe.

King Cold sat with an air of authority, towering over most with his large figure. His tail flicked lazily as he offered Bison a cold smile. His size was comparable to another named Maestro, who looked unamused at Bison’s arrival.

The three remaining were simply known as Bill, Babidi, and Ainz Ooal Gown. Ainz looked as though he were some undead warlord, but he was the first to greet Bison and offer him a seat. "Take your place, Bison. The Commission is ready to convene."

Bison took the offer and sat. "Quite the assortment of tyrants you've assembled here," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I assume you've all been promised something for your compliance."

Professor Zoom chuckled. "Promised? No, we take what we want here. But I suppose someone as simple-minded as you would need promises to motivate you."

Before Bison could reply, Talia cut in. "Enough, Zoom. Let him prove his worth before you dismiss him."

"Fuffuffuffu," Doflamingo interjected, lounging back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "He already has, Talia. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here now."

Vince raised his hand to call the meeting to order. "Our newest colleague, M. Bison, has already proven himself a man of ambition and power. I expect him to contribute greatly to our efforts. Now, let’s take a look at our spoils. We’ve got a large order of new worlds to subjugate and resources we need and time is money!”

 

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--Verse City Rodeo

The smell of hay and popcorn filled Meowth’s nose as he sat miserably in a small, rusty cage. The cage rattled with every step of the rodeo handler who carried him closer and closer to the arena. Through the gaps in the bars, Meowth could see the packed stands of the Verse City Rodeo. The roaring crowd, the loudspeakers blaring country music, and the announcer hyping up the next event all blurred together that made his ears flatten against his head.

“How’d it come to dis?” Meowth muttered to himself. “Me, a sophisticated Pokémon with brains and charisma, reduced to a circus act for a bunch’a yee-haws!”

He slumped back against the cold metal bars, his tail flicking nervously. His mind wandered back to the events that led him here—the disaster that was their attempt to steal that truck from Ernest.

It had started out like any other genius plan: Jesse, James, and Meowth had scoped out their target, a Multiversal Postal Service delivery truck that they were convinced was filled with valuable Pokémon cargo. Ernest, the bumbling delivery driver, didn’t seem like much of a threat, and it should’ve been an easy grab.

Except it wasn’t.

Ernest had been more slippery than they expected. Just when they’d cornered him in an alley, he’d somehow outmaneuvered them. The goofy driver had somehow used a nearby pipe as an escape route, sliding down into the sewers and leaving the three of them scrambling to chase him.

“Dat’s where it all went wrong,” Meowth muttered bitterly. Jesse and James had been too slow, and before they knew it, police sirens were blaring down the street. Jesse and James had gotten themselves arrested in the confusion, shouting "blasting off again" as they were hauled away.

Meowth, however, had slipped through a storm drain and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He’d thought he was safe, but then animal control had spotted him in the city park. He’d been too tired to fight back as they tossed him into a net and carted him off. That’s how he’d ended up here at Verse City Rodeo’s “Wild Animal Show.”

The handler stopped in front of the arena gates, and Meowth snapped back to the present. He could hear the announcer's voice booming through the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, cowboys and cowgirls, get ready for the wildest showdown you’ve ever seen! Coming to the arena, it’s the crafty and quick-footed Pokemon… Meowth! But can he outwit our very own Whiplash the cowboy monkey?!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Meowth’s stomach sank. “Oh, great. A monkey. What’s he gonna do, throw bananas at me?”

The handler unlocked the cage and tipped it forward, sending Meowth tumbling out onto the dusty arena. He landed on his feet, of course—he was a cat, after all—but his fur bristled as he looked around. The stands were packed, and all eyes were on him.

The gates at the opposite end of the arena opened, and out trotted Whiplash, the cowboy monkey, riding atop a mean looking pony. The monkey wore a miniature cowboy hat and vest, and in his little hand, he held a lasso. Whiplash tipped his hat to the crowd, earning an enthusiastic roar of approval, before his beady eyes locked onto Meowth.

“Wait a minute,” Meowth muttered, holding up his paws. “Let’s not do anythin’ hasty here, pal. We can talk this out, right?”

But Whiplash wasn’t interested in talking. With a high-pitched whoop, the monkey spurred his pony into action, charging straight toward Meowth with the lasso spinning above his head.

“Aw, come on!” Meowth yowled, bolting in the opposite direction. The pony’s hooves thundered across the dirt as Whiplash closed the gap, the lasso whirling faster.

“Alright, fine! If it’s a fight ya want, it’s a fight ya gonna get!” Meowth growled, his claws extending as he crouched, ready to pounce.

“Bring it on, Monkey Boy!” Meowth hissed.

Whiplash bared his teeth, spinning the lasso before lunging toward Meowth.

The crowd erupted as the two collided.

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Meowth vs Whiplash the cowboy monkey.

Meowth is as he in the Pokemon Anime. Whiplash is in his prime and riding a Pony instead of his usual dog. He has complete control over the pony, as he is an expert rider. Whiplash as all the usual equipment a bull rider would have.

Whiplash wins if he can hogtie Meowth. Meowth wins if he can make Whiplash submit, or escape the arena.

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Meowth
Read more about Meowth at Wikipedia
Official Site: Nintendo Links: Wikipedia Entry Meowth's Origin Episode Guide Pokemon's Official Site

Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey
Read more about Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey at Wikipedia
Official Site: Kenny Petet Links: Wikipedia

[Macklemore]

Meowth should have this. He's a gag character, sure, but he's also a Pokemon and wildly more impressive than any normal animal as a result of that.

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
5.00 - Macklemore

FPA Calculation:
1 Total Votes cast
5.00 Total Combined Score
5.00 / 1 = 5.00 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Meowth: 2
Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey: 0

[SSJRuss]

Not a surprising win for Meowth, or that we didn't get a lot of votes. I'm the only person whose heard of Whiplash, after all.

[JohnnyChany]

I missed this and wanted to at the very least say that I appreciate you putting in the work to continue the Loser's Club, it's such an interesting mix of characters. I also would have voted for Meowth. 

[SSJRuss]

3 minutes ago, JohnnyChany said:

I missed this and wanted to at the very least say that I appreciate you putting in the work to continue the Loser's Club, it's such an interesting mix of characters. I also would have voted for Meowth. 

Yeah. It has a crap ton of characters and set up that I've already planned out, so I might as well try to write them every now and then.