I will gladly take you one" said the young man as his machop walked behind him, setting in a boxing stance before the battle could start. throwing jabs and stretching to bet ready. He was sure that they would beat them, he had no real training as a trainer and the machop was a rare commodity in the mountains, he had never met it before but they seemed to get along well enough, something about the energetic attitude of the machop and the obsequious attitude of the boy worked so well, they were a surprisingly good team. Yet the resistance of fighting type moves kept the rival at an advantage, though that wasn't to say he could not win and the Pokemon seemed eager to try out the small Pokemon. Still the boy assumed the same stance as his companion.

"ready when ever you are"