Tuesday, April 16.
Today, the P1 Fighting Masters Invitational officially began!
At the weigh-in, the Fighters waited with the Pokémon they would be sending into battle.
Although the masters-level competition had no lightweight or heavyweight divisions, weight was still an important factor in assessing a competitor's strength.
Gary stood in the crowd with a Hitmonlee, enduring the pointing and whispering of the Fighters around him.
"Did you hear? That guy beat up Unova's Fighting-type Elite Four member yesterday! He was absolutely brutal!"
"They say he's Master Mustard's final disciple? He's not? Then where did he get that Urshifu?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Marshal probably never saw it coming..."
"First, a Wartortle sent him flying with one punch!"
"Then an Armarouge blasted him in midair!"
"Before he could land, a Gengar hammered him seven or eight times with Shadow Punch."
"Then he took a Plasma Fists when he hit the ground..."
"For a human to get hit by that many big moves in one lifetime, he must have spent three lifetimes earning that privilege~"
"Wait, where were Marshal's Throh and Sawk? Did they just watch him get beaten up?" someone in the crowd asked.
"I heard an Urshifu with black and white on its head took them out instantly, before they could even act.
"First, it gave Throh a full combination of Surging Strikes and Rock Smash punches in Close Combat.
"Sawk tried to help, but before it could use Circle Throw, it got blasted a dozen meters away by a point-blank Wicked Blow and Iron Mountain Lean..."
Wearing a hoodie with the hood hiding his face, Marshal led a Scrafty through the crowd and onto the scales.
Seeing Marshal's bruised, swollen face and how he had puffed up all over, everyone exclaimed despite themselves, "Good grief... you're not supposed to