Chapter One: To Be The Best

Six years ago, I lost. I lost for the first time in five years to some kid named Gary. And then, two days later, I lost again. Ash. This son of a bitch then went on to beat Gary and become the Champion. Now, beating the Elite Four makes anyone a "Champion." They are registered in the Hall of Fame and all that. So, for a long while, Gary and Ash were the only two champions, but Ash was recognized as "The" Champion.

A few years passed, and Ash went off to do his own thing. The Viridian Gym needed a new leader, and Gary, having proven himself more than capable with champion status, quickly gained the job. See, the thing about being a champion is that it gives you fame, yeah, but no fortune. It's not a job. Being in the Elite Four? That shit was real. I got paid a scrotumload.

A few years after Team Rocket faded away, thanks in part to Ash, believe it or not, Agatha and Lorlei retired. So I hired a friend of mine, Koga, who, at the time, was a Gym Leader at Fuchsia City. That was before I knew he was fucking insane. But whatever. He was strong. Then I hired a newcomer, Karen, who proved to be very strong. She ended up taking the second highest rank.

I later heard tale of a Red Gyarados causing some serious shit in the Johto area, a good distance away to the west on the other side of the mountains. It seemed particularly strong, and I had to have it. So I retired from the Pokemon League to find this legendary Gyarados and make it my own. I appointed Karen to take my place, and she hired some faggot named Will to take over the empty slot in the Elite Four.

After I caught the Red Gyarados, and flexed some of my muscle over in Johto, I headed back to Kanto. They wouldn't give me my job back, so I went ahead and beat them and became a champion. I was not "The" Champion, however. I hadn't beaten Ash. But I couldn't find him to actually beat him. No one knew where he was. I tried to have him declared dead or missing, so then I'd only have to beat Gary, but no one could believe Ash to be anything but alive and well. So I simply waited. Then some faggot kid named Karl or Gold or something from Johto challenged us, and actually beat us. And me! That's when I knew something had to be done. Ash and Gary's stories inspired so many kids to go out and train pokemon that being the best became so much harder.

That's when I decided to do something drastic. And where my story begins. My name is Lance, by the way, if you haven't heard of me. And if you haven't, shame on you. I'm a fucking beast and I'll wreck your shit.