Hey guys, I have deleted my old story about Guzma's story (not that you guys would remember it) due to many complaints about plot and grammar from a certain person. I know this revision will suck, but I want to try again. I hope this is a lot better and will satisfy you better than it did for that person and me _
A young kid wore his white hair proudly and dark clothing with swagger. These colors symbolized his emotions and pain at home.
Born to the Bugium-Z trial captain, Guzma was a natural battler. He looked up to the amazing Kahuna Hala of Melemele island, where he was raised. Guzma fought battles at the pokemon school against older kids, and while he always lost with a runty Wimpod from his 10th birthday, he always managed to get better after each battle. He studied type advantage for bugs (which were remarkable) and weaknesses on Wimpod.
After each battle, people liked to discourage Guzma, "Squished you like your bug pokemon" or "You were hitting like a mosquito:annoying, and weak" but Guzma always knew the look of fear from almost losing.
At home, Guzma was abused by his father the trial captain. His mother put up with it, since long ago, the trial captain was a humble and hard working man, before praise and ego got into his head, but Guzma had 2 fathers: the one who bestowed gifts (like the Wimpod) as well as encouragement, and one who yelled at him and hurt him. So Guzma decided to take revenge now.
"Rockruff! Rock tomb!"
His head snapped up to see his challenger, a boy about his age in a white jacket tied around his waist and a baseball cap. Guzma looked at his Wimpod, who was bruised, trapped, and battered. Some spectators yawned, snickered, or left.
"Aqua jet! Then Metal Claw when you get close!" Wimpod mustered all his remaining energy, and blasted through the rocks surrounding him, attacking Rockruff as well. Then an iron hand raked across the rock canine.
Rockruff weakly stood up after the combo. Guzma looked at his Wimpod, who was tired out as well. Should he do it? When he took it, he only wanted to have his father NOT have it. However, all the boys at Trainer school were watching him and all bet his challenger would win. Guzma figured he would get two things out of , if you counted Wimpod ending the battle quickly and taking a nice rest afterwards.
"WIMPOD, LET'S END THIS!"
Guzma took out a lime-green crystal, and with a special bracelet, did a dance formation with Wimpod. Guzma felt as if he and Wimpod were one creature. Finally, he finished the formation with a hand slicing into the air. All of a sudden, his crystal was searing hot, like a Pokemon transporter. Guzma's voice yelled "SAVAGE SPIN OUT!"
With curiosity, more spectators came back. Wimpod looked at Guzma and blasted silk out, making a cocoon around Rockruff, and slammed the cocoon on the ground, then hurling it in the air, and letting the cocoon fall. While the silk unraveled like a twine ball, people started to look at Guzma with new found respect. The challenger looked amazed as Rockruff collapsed on the floor after the twine disintegrated.
"Wow, he beat the strongest trainer here! That boy is strong!" murmurs were heard through the crowd. Guzma didn't feel strong. He wanted to collapse crying. Guzma then fell to the floor, panting. The crowd tried to walk over and be his friend, but Guzma knew they were just trying to take advantage of him. Some gave up, and others were more persistent, but Guzma saw the forced smiles and twinkling eyes as they though Guzma would accept. They started to leave one by one as the sky grew dark.
After everyone left, the challenger walked over, the only one who would stay with him, and held out his hand. Guzma took it.
"Wow, that Z-Move was something. I really want one now!" his challenger smiled. A first smile from some one Guzma recognized as genuine. "Hey, my name is Kukui. What is yours?"
"Guzma."
"Well, Guzma, lets be rivals!" Kukui jumped up and down. "In fact, here."
Kukui pressed a shiny blue stone in Guzma's hand. "I found this by the beach and its my good luck charm, but my dad says that losers give winners prizes after every battle!"
Guzma let a smile escape. His first trophy, a symbol of victory.
"Anyway, see you tomorrow by the beach? We can look for more dawn stones and chuck Pyukumukus! Some times sodas and candy hearts will end up in the sand!"
"Sounds great. Bye."
"Bye!"
And so Guzma reluctantly walked back to his fear, home.