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One of my personal favorites. ;D

To say that Charley Armstrong is a Hitmonchan with some chutzpah is a wee bit of an understatement. It'd be slightly closer to the truth to call him a raging blur of hard-hitting, angst-ridden, slogan screaming red-flag FURY. Were he not so agonizingly obsessed with honor and glory within the sacred barriers of the battle ring, the world at large might've been purchasing new deadbolts en mass right about now.

TroubleBoy Armstrong is the dread arch nemesis of one Weaver Hipnough--at least in his punch-drunk mind. Back in Freshman year t'was she who damaged his crest with her Headbutt attack (sort of a rookie mistake on both of their parts...she used excessive force, but he should have ducked instead of standing there and taking it like a mon). Ever after Armstrong has been (loudly, annoyingly) consumed with the goal of defeating the enemy tapir in GLORIOUS, BONE-SHATTERING COMBAT!! To this point, however, he's managed to do little more than embarrass the both of them with his antics, as the Drowzee type-trumps the living daylights out of him.

Will young Charley ever grow out of his blaring, vociferous tantrums? His best mate Tyrone's been trying to coach the uppity 'Chan in the soothing ways of meditation, which actually has done Armstrong some good--often for whole seconds at a time!...

The other two quarters of Team TroubleBoys will be in your face ASAP!

PS: Go on, ask Charley about his skirt. Do it. Dooooo it...

Description
One of my personal favorites. ;D

To say that Charley Armstrong is a Hitmonchan with some chutzpah is a wee bit of an understatement. It'd be slightly closer to the truth to call him a raging blur of hard-hitting, angst-ridden, slogan screaming red-flag FURY. Were he not so agonizingly obsessed with honor and glory within the sacred barriers of the battle ring, the world at large might've been purchasing new deadbolts en mass right about now.

TroubleBoy Armstrong is the dread arch nemesis of one Weaver Hipnough--at least in his punch-drunk mind. Back in Freshman year t'was she who damaged his crest with her Headbutt attack (sort of a rookie mistake on both of their parts...she used excessive force, but he should have ducked instead of standing there and taking it like a mon). Ever after Armstrong has been (loudly, annoyingly) consumed with the goal of defeating the enemy tapir in GLORIOUS, BONE-SHATTERING COMBAT!! To this point, however, he's managed to do little more than embarrass the both of them with his antics, as the Drowzee type-trumps the living daylights out of him.

Will young Charley ever grow out of his blaring, vociferous tantrums? His best mate Tyrone's been trying to coach the uppity 'Chan in the soothing ways of meditation, which actually has done Armstrong some good--often for whole seconds at a time!...

The other two quarters of Team TroubleBoys will be in your face ASAP!

PS: Go on, ask Charley about his skirt. Do it. Dooooo it...