Nero's work out

It's your day off and you wanna do something different then just lounge around. Unfortunately...most of your friends are busy with actual productive stuff. You can't even get a ride to the video rental place...well that sucks. With little to do and and no one to hang out with, you decide to go out and maybe find something to do out in town....and wouldn't ya know. A new gym has opened up and while working out isn't exactly fun....you have been meaning to at least get some exercise in this year. As you enter, it seems mostly quiet....aside from the front desk greeter. There's not that many people or pokemon here....still, you pay for a small monthly membership and head on in to maybe get something done for your body....but yet as you enter the main gym room, a sight stops you. There's no way....it can't be him...you watch as at the far end of the room by his lonesome, sitting on a bench, curling a heavy dumbell in his hand to work his extremely well defined muscles, is Nero....the villainous king of the PBC....Pokemon Brawling Championship.. You remember how close that match between him and Cynder came, it was match of the year, even with Nero cheating his way through it 98....99....100 You watch as he drops the heavy weight before taking a breath and then peering at you through the corner of his eye. Oh shit, did he notice you staring?! The last thing you wanna do is piss off a championship brawling pokemon that could probably fold you into a pretzel for fun...you try to look like your looking past him or checking out the different weights, but it's all for naught as his gruff irritated voice rings out through the work out floor you know it's rude to stare....whatcha want? An autograph or something? See me before a match....maybe then, but for now.....beat it, I aint interested in whatever you're sellin.....I got things to do You hear him growl and grumble about two bit managers and stupid publicity stunts, clearly the nidoking is stressed and annoyed about his other life