Just a thought

So i have been thinking some on this but. What if pokemon was switched what pokemon would want to catch you.. What number would you be? What abilities would or could you bring to the table? What would make you unique to be the one being caught?
Im sure this question has been asked and there is probably a book being written about it or something. But just think about it what if roles were reversed in any and all things you like. Say for instance that book or tv show you just got done with. What if you was in it who what would you be and that character you replaced is now the one reading or watching tv.

Monster Hunter 4 monster poem and also guess what creature am I talking about?

Flying high in the sky, the sky grew dark with your approach how I love you the most. The thing about you is that you blow me away with your voice, such a tone and appeal. Your lips masking those teeth shredding upon your victims like a predator to its prey. Your eyes shatter my soul looking deep into my eyes as you smile of delight creeps over your snout. The bursts of rage, and aggression you give spreads like the flame of a thousand degree's burning and making things crisp. The rage you possess makes my blood run and boil, the way you gracefully move along the terrain. No environment is to tough for you as the lava runs rapid or the waves of the ocean splash against your scales glistening from the sun. Your blaze is to be feared, giving a heated step when you walk. Your body covered in scales, each one priceless as I watch you from afar. The sun shining upon your body as you dash, your voice recognized even from afar. The sound of your voice send shivers down my spine as those around you fall to your voice. Your scales come in different color, as your siblings are much tamer. Your the best and most rude, as you trample over your food or those who dare to try and attack your beauty and rage. Your forearms give you such strength, slamming and giving those who dare attack a fury to face. when you limp you look so sweet, innocent but your reign has come to an end to the swords end. The color of your scales are sot after by many the way it's strength and durability is needed to face you even once. You may be darker than your siblings, and your rage fills us with thrills and chills. Once your defeated we shall be filled with glee, but your scales are mine such treasures we love you give us with your corpse. Your siblings will not like us not one bit, striped and loved we care for you dearly but your raw meat is what we love the most. Trampling our hearts, with your strength and blowing us away with your voice we come back for more and more. Strong and mighty, we strive to mount you shaking us and throwing us around your teeth sharp we stay away.