Winning
Ruling
Bashing
Trashing
Ripping up
The record books
Winning
You will surely be wowed!
Stronger
Rocking on
The Champion!
Best Friends
Pokemon League?
No sweat!
First Round knock out
Second Round Bash
Third Round was a one minute match
Fourth Round The others drool!
Fifth Round We knew it!
Sixth Round We're rocking on
Not even breaking out in a sweat
C'mon, world, had enough yet?
Elite Four?
EASY!
Lorelei was gone in a second
Bruno No way! We didn't lose!
Agatha was down with one hit
At Lance-WE WON!
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"And this young trainer has now defeated Lance, leader of the Elite Four, and was proven himself worthy of becoming a Pokemon Master!" the announcer screamed into his microphone. He looked around. The roar of the crowd was deafening. Before he knew it, his cheeks were wet with tears, and he didn't try to stop. He let out all of his Pokemon, and they celebrated around him. Fans burst onto the field and lifted him up. He didn't care. He had achived what he had beem trying to do since he was a young boy-become a Pokemon Master. The sight of the crowd, with signs with his name on them with encouraging statements made his eyes blur up again. This time, he wiped his eyes and punched his fist into the air. Pokemon Master, Pokemon Master, Pokemon Master. "And this boy will carve his name into the stone of the Pokemon League, along only a few others!" Oh yes, this boy's name? James Morgan.
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Author's Note: Betcha thought this was a Ash fic, wasn't it? Well, Feedback and comments are welcome! Read and Reveiw, and when I get ten decent reveiws, Team Rocket's Trip To The Fair Part 3 is out! Well, bye till I get ten reveiws!
-Pokemon Kid (o^_^o)