Pokémon Battleground
Yeah, I like Pokémon. Deal with it ;). And I most especially like the battles. So I'm making a story where all that happens is BATTLES! If there is a place called Pokémon Battleground then I am not stealing. The first few will be made up by me. If you want to battle here, there is a link on my profile to my forums. Go to the Pokémon one. I don't usually watch the show (in fact, I haven't watched it in ages) so I may be inaccurate in any sense. I do own the games though. Now, remember, if you want to battle here, go to my Pokémon forum and say so!
Pokémon Battleground
The Pokémon Battleground is a facility dedicated solely to battling. Bring your 3 best Pokémon and compete! Single battles available. Come in and enjoy the fun! This has no battle points (BP). You earn experience points from battling, but the item Experience Share is banned.
Battleground leader: Moth: tall, lanky teenager with curly brown hair that stops at the middle of her neck. Her hair has gold highlights. She wears glasses with thick purple-and-gold frames.
Moth yawned and sat up, kicking the covers off. Time to start the day.
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She usually worked with the challengers. Sure, there were the women at the front whose job it really was to register battlers, but as the leader here, she felt more 'in it' when she actually did the job.
A young boy with tousled blond hair sticking out from underneath his baseball cap walked in, Poké Ball in hand. Upon seeing Moth, he came over.
"Do you work here?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm Moth," she replied. No need to tell him who was in charge of this place. "What's your name? Do you want to battle?"
"I'm Luke, and I want to battle!"
Moth's gaze fell to the Poké Balls at the boy's waist. "Which Pokémon will you use?"
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Moth walked briskly to another building near the main one. This was a large apartment complex, not strictly a part of the Battleground. The majority of the people living here worked for the Battleground. She walked in and spoke into private intercom on the wall, calling the person she had chosen to battle Luke.
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Moth took her position on the ledge that overlooked the outdoor battlefield. There was an outdoor one and an indoor one. Since it was nice out—almost summer—the outdoor battlefield was the logical choice. It was somewhat like a football field—short, cushiony grass and soft soil underneath to prevent injury to any who fell. A white Poké Ball symbol had been painted on the middle. There were bleachers for people to watch. Below the ledge where she stood, there was a large screen that would display each challenger, how many Pokémon they had left, and even zoom in on the battle. At one end of the field, Luke was looking closely at his three Poké Balls, perhaps talking to his Pokémon. At the other end, Natalia, the darker-skinned young woman Moth had picked, was adjusting her long curls in a hand-held mirror. Moth picked up a megaphone and began to speak.
"Okay, everyone! Please be quiet!"
Everyone fell silent.
"Welcome to the Pokémon Battleground! Today, the challenger is Luke!"
The crowd applauded as Luke waved.
"And fighting him first will be Natalia!"
Natalia flashed a bright smile as the crowd clapped.
"Let the battle begin!"
Natalia produced a Poké Ball. "May the best girl win!"
"In your dreams!" Luke retorted. "Go, Cyndaquil!"
A Poké Ball flew through the air. A beam of light shot out of it and made the shape of a Pokémon. Color came into it.
"Cynda!"
The Cyndaquil's tail fire blazed as it trilled and pumped itself up.
Natalia had a Poké Ball in her hand. "I choose Ivysaur!"
"Ivysaur."
The Ivysaur glared at the Cyndaquil.
"Fight!" Moth yelled.
Luke moved first. "Cyndaquil, Flame Charge!"
"Cyndaquiiiil!"
His fiery rear blazed, and the air around it rippled from the heat. "Cynda...QUIIIL!" The fire enveloped him, and he charged.
"Dodge it, Ivysaur!" Natalia called. He did so, jumping to the side. Cyndaquil ran right past. Embers showered Ivysaur. "Ivysaur! Ivysaur!" Then Ivysaur focused himself, narrowing his eyes. "Ivysauuur."
"Ivysaur, use Vine Whip!"
"Iiiiivysaur!"
Two vines extended from either side of the bud on Ivysaur's back. They wound around Cyndaquil.
"Cyndaquil! Quil quil quil!" He trilled in panic as he was lifted up into the air. "Cyndaquiiiiil!"
"Cyndaquil! Use Ember!" Luke yelled.
"Quiiiil!" He breathed flame on the vines that were holding him.
"IVYSAUR!" The vines abruptly let go, and Cyndaquil fell to the ground. Ivysaur was circling and staring at its burnt vines. "Ivysaur Ivysaur Ivysaur Ivysaur—"
"Focus, Ivysaur!" Natalia screeched.
"Ivysaur!" Ivysaur withdrew his vines and shook his head firmly. But Cyndaquil was right on top of him, tail blazing.
CRASH!
Cyndaquil had executed a perfect Flame Charge! Ivysaur couldn't be more surprised. He fell to the ground, legs twitching.
"Ivysaur..."
Moth picked up her megaphone. "Ivysaur has fainted! What Pokémon will Natalia send out next?"
"Ivysaur, return!" Natalia sent the Pokémon back into his Poké Ball. "You can do it, Surskit!"
Luke's eyes widened at the small water type. This was a female Surskit, and it had a surprisingly unnerving glare.
"Cyndaquil, use Smokescreen!" Luke called.
The Cyndaquil opened his mouth and let loose with a stream of pitch-black smoke. Luke and Natalia began coughing as smoke enveloped the field.
Between coughs, Natalia yelled, "Surskit, use Bubblebeam!"
The thin cry of the Surskit echoed throughout the stadium. Bubbles flew all over the field, dissipating the fog. The Cyndaquil screeched, and Surskit blasted bubbles at the sound.
All that was left of the smoke was thick fog in the puddles of water. Moth leaned forward, trying to find Cyndaquil. Luke found him first.
The boy lifted Cyndaquil out of a puddle. "Cyndaquil, wake up! Are you okay? Cyndaquil!"
Cyndaquil's rear end emitted a few pathetic-looking sparks. It blinked blearily at Luke. "Cynd..."
"Oh, good!" Luke rubbed his Pokémon's head. "You did great, Cyndaquil." He hugged the drenched body close, then returned it to its Poké Ball. He drew out another one.
"I'll avenge your defeat of Cyndaquil!" Luke said bravely. "Go, Geodude!"
The Pokémon appeared on the ground. "Geodude!" it called, giving Surskit a fierce look.
"Oh, wow!" Moth said into her megaphone. "Both of these Pokémon are weak to each other! What will happen?"
Natalia looked smug. Her Surskit was faster than that Geodude.
Suddenly the Geodude held up a white object in its hand.
"Geodude, use Rock Slide!" Luke commanded. He looked excited and proud.
The Geodude lunged forward and held up its arms. "Geodude!"
Rocks fell from above, battering the Surskit. With its low stats, the Pokémon didn't have a chance. It staggered toward its trainer, its eyes the comical swirly indicating a K.O.
"Thanks to Luke's Quick Claw, Surskit has fainted!" Moth said into her microphone. "Natalia is on her last Pokémon! What will she do?"
Natalia withdrew her Surskit, a worry line across her forehead, yet a smile on her face. "Go, Wartortle!" she yelled. "Win it for me!"
The male Wartortle materialized on the field and angled its ears toward the Geodude. "Wartortle," it growled.
"This Wartortle's ready to fight!" Moth said. "Can Natalia make a comeback?"
"Wartortle, use Water Pulse!" Natalia commanded. The Water-type obliged, blasting its foe with pulsing water. The Geodude was out before it had time to cry out.
"Geodude has fainted!" Moth said. "Both trainers are on their last Pokémon! Who will win?"
"Go, Machop!" Luke called, sending out the Fighting-type. It glared at the Wartortle, who shrugged it off.
"Wartortle, use Water Pulse!" Natalia instructed. The turtle did as it was told, but it missed.
"Machop! Use Thunderpunch!" Luke shouted, a note of excitement in his voice. Natalia's eyes widened as her Pokémon was struck with Machop's electrified fist. Wartortle gave his trainer a look of apology before closing its eyes.
"Thanks to an Egg move of Machop's, Luke is the winner!"
Luke cheered. Natalia withdrew her Wartortle with a smile.
"Good fighting, Luke," she told him. He beamed and knelt to hug his Machop. It squeezed him so tightly that Natalia had to call it off.
"Congratulations!"
First Pokémon story. Please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
