A Champion's Title: The Real Life of a Pokemon Champion

Prologue: On Drifting Clouds

"I was an ordinary Trainer from the town of Olivine City, Johto. I travelled far and wide throughout the Pokemon world and challenged many tournaments. The world was my playground. Eventually, more serious matters came into hand. An organization named Team Rocket attacked my home region, planting an entire base within the Goldenrod Radio Tower. With the help of my friends and a few Gym Leaders, I managed to eradicate them from the place. Everything was at peace.

Until one day, when I had gained all eight Gym Badges in Johto, I challenged the Champion. Lance was his name. A master of Dragon-Type Pokemon. I had a feeling this would be the time of my life. I could fight one of the strongest Trainers in the world. But that excitement was replaced by determination and anger. Lance had apparently been bribed into joining Team Rocket. We made a deal on that fight. If he won, I would join Team Rocket and become his moral slave. If I won, Team Rocket would be gone forever and I would reign as the new Pokemon Champion of Johto.

…And I won."

While it may seem like a fun time now for this Trainer, but Rob Parker, the current Champion of Johto, is learning the hard way of the life of a Champion. Being a Champion for almost five months now, he's adjusting to life. But is Team Rocket really gone? Rumors have started surfacing about a new man taking command of the organization. A man named Apollo. No one has heard of anything since. Rob has been overtaking multiple challenges against Trainers, and training regimes against the other Champions and his friends. He currently is training with a friend of his out on Route 38.

"Damn it, Ethan! You need to actually try to attack!" Rob shouted. Rob was 15, at a height of 5,7. He wore a dark orange shirt with grey marks around it. The collar popped. His dark grey pants were baggy, mostly near his ankles. He wore goggles around his neck and his hat, a black western cowboy hat, covered his dirty-blonde hair. His Vaporeon was fighting his friend's Ambipom. The Ambipom was focusing more on avoiding the attacks and climbing a nearby tree.

"Hey, it's practice for adapting to the strategies of the opponent!" Ethan shouted back. Ethan was also 15, but a month younger than Rob. He was 5,6. He wore a baggy red sweater with a white shirt underneath. His black shorts reflected sunlight and his ball cap kept the sun out of his eyes and off of his solid black hair.

"Ethan, I really doubt that I'll be fighting an official Champion battle outside. They're all conducted in the 'Hall of Fame Gate'. Last I checked, that was inside. In a room. With no nature." Rob retorted. Ethan laughed.

"Who said we were training for your eventual title challenges?" He asked. Rob looked at him as if he had food covering his face.

"I did. Before we even started. Screw it. If you're not going to take it seriously, fine. I'll go train with Red or Steven." Rob stated, returning Vaporeon to it's Pokeball. He began to walk away.

"Aw, Rob! Come on! It's not everyday a guy like me gets to help train a future prodigy." Ethan called, recalling his Ambipom. He ran after Rob.

"Well, be more serious next time. I'm going to call it a day. Wanna grab a bite?" Rob asked. Ethan looked at him oddly. Rob was a very forgiving person, despite his normal attitude towards cockiness and evil.

"Sure, I guess. Olivine Sailors Café?" Ethan suggested. Rob nodded and the two of them headed off towards lunch.

-About an hour later-

"Don't worry. I got the bill." Rob stated. He pulled out his wallet and opened it to retrieve money. He placed it on the table and left a tip.

"So, Ethan. Where are we-" Rob began. Ethan was gone. Rob looked around until he saw him by the bar, talking to a girl. More likely flirting with her. He got up and walked over to his friend.

"Aw, c'mon. You can't be THAT annoyed. I haven't even tried my pick-up lines." Ethan stated, looking at the girl. He was pulling the cheesy "smile now, lean on the counter, pick-up line" move.

"I assure you, I am annoyed. Please leave me alone." The girl stated. She looked about the same age as Rob and Ethan. Maybe a year younger. Her brown hair was kind of weird. It bounced out from above her ears. She wore a light orange dress with white symbols on it. She looked very annoyed indeed.

"That doesn't seem likely to me, pumpkin. Whaddya say I take you down to the beach sometime?" Ethan continued. Rob pulled him away from the girl and gave him a glare. Ethan immediately shut up. Rob turned his focus to the girl.

"I'm really sorry for my friend here. He's a bit of a case. It won't happen again." He apologized. The girl finally looked up from her drink.

"I certainly hope not. Next time, I'm filing a sexual harassment charge." She answered. Rob nodded and pulled Ethan outside. Before either could speak, Rob smacked him on the backside of the head.

"You worry me, sometimes." Rob stated. Ethan looked back at him with puppy eyes. Ethan was the kind of guy who would pick himself up if he got knocked down over and over again. Which was pretty often.

"I'm not going to be so lenient next time. Show some respect to-" Rob started. He was interrupted by a shadow casting over them. Both looked into the sky. A blimp was hovering in front of the sun.

"There an air show today or something? I don't remember reading about it." Ethan asked. Before anyone could answer, everything went dark. Rob and Ethan both had fallen unconscious at random.

"Take that witness as well. She probably saw something." A voice stated.