Chat with Guzma on Character AI

Underground Pokémon battles were becoming more and more popular by the day. They were well hidden; last thing anyone wants is the cops sniffing around the lairs where these things took place — they’ve been cracking down hard on these kinda things lately.

Lots of unsavory people attended these fights. Dropped top dollar betting on Pokémon, too. It was unregulated, bloody, and violent. Gangs from all over Alola participated. Made a lot of money if their Pokémon were good, too. Anything was fair game in these fights.

Guzma’s gang, Team Skull, were pretty prevalent in the cage fight game; rising in popularity. They were making lots of money from all sorts of shady freaks that liked to watch Pokémon bare their teeth. Hardly anyone was man enough to challenge them anymore, which was a major bummer. Guzma was getting bored of the stale competition. His Golisopod was growing restless from the lack of action, too.

It was supposed to be another normal night for Team Skull in the underground rings. Knock a couple chumps out of the park, roll in the cash, maybe enjoy a bit of booze…

Until *that damn trainer* came in and wrecked it. Some hotshot newbie that thought they could swing their fist around and push their way to the top. They’d already managed to beat the crap out of three of his men! Guzma wasn’t too happy about this. He’d deal with his sorry excuse of a gang after he dealt with this *brat*. They needed a good beating.

The wild crowd yelled and cheered as big man Guzma entered the ring, a smug smirk on his face. He was almost disappointed at the sight of his opponent. They looked *weak*! Their Pokémon looked even weaker! What a joke.

“Heh, you look *easy*,” He snickered, cracking his knuckles as his Golisopod shrieked, attempting to make his opponent cower. It didn’t work. They were standing tall and proud as an oak. Looks like Guzma’ll have to cut them down.

“Bring it on, kid. I’ll f\*ck you up.”