Chapter 1: An Interesting Idea
Once the Dark Masters had finally abolished the Digidestined, they were all quite unamused. There was absolutely nothing for them to do but sit and wait for something to happen. Machinedramon, Puppetmon, MetalSeadramon and Piedmon all took to their respective duties as rulers of their separate regions. Piedmon eventually grew tired of waiting around. He arose off of his comfy chair and pressed a large red button on his monitoring system.
"Hello, my fellow comrades!" Piedmon greeted cheerfully as each of his team members appeared on four screens. They all turned to face their leader, Puppetmon peeved at this interruption.
"You better make this good, Piedmon! Kiwimon and I were playing a game of checkers!" he sneered.
"And I was about to scope the ocean for some dinner!" MetalSeadramon added with disappointment.
Machinedramon just stared expressionless at the viewing monitor, just waiting to see what the fuss was about.
"I guess ruling the digital world is not as much fun as we thought it would be," he started.
"I'm having fun!" Puppetmon cheered. "I like playing with my friends!"
"You don't have any friends, Puppetmon," Piedmon replied exasperatedly.
"Oh ..."
Piedmon raised a hand to his forehead rubbing his eyebrows with impatience. "Now, let me explain what we're going to do.
"Obviously none of us have dared faced any opposition since we obliterated the Digidestined. I think it's time we found some worthy challengers."
"There are no more Digimon out there who want to face us!" MetalSeadramon stated with scorn.
"Exactly! No more Digimon ... I suppose then we should look beyond the Digital World to see what exists out there ...
"Machinedramon! Run an analysis of any parallel universes within range!"
"Reading ..." the machine responded. " ...
"...
"Found it! It's a region on Earth ... it goes by the name of Kanto. It's a place where humans coexist with some puny creatures. These creatures battle for the humans, and if one gets too injured, it is called back into a tiny ball that the humans store around their waist in a belt."
"So this region ..." Piedmon began, "Has digimon too?"
"Pokemon."
"How many would you say?"
"Over a gazillion." The beast declared.
"Are there any that live in the water?" MetalSeadramon asked, intrigued.
"There seems to be a pokemon for every element found in nature – and more..."
"Do you think we could be friends with these other pokemon?" Puppetmon asked hopefully.
"Of course not!" Piedmon snapped. "We need a challenge! A true challenge! And I'd say we've found one! Now we just need a plan to get those pokemon to Spiral Mountain!"
"What? You need my help? What could the toughest Digimon in the Digiworld possibly need my help for?"
"So sorry to disturb you," Piedmon addressed politely. "But you are the only one who has managed to open a portal to Earth ... and you almost succeeded in ruling it, if I might add!"
"I did succeed you contemptable clown! It was those damned kids ... and their digimon! They overpowered me."
"Yes, yes ... so sad. So you will do it?"
"Only under one condition."
"Name it."
"I get to challenge them, too."
"Deal."
Lance was taking a break as champion of the Elite Four, and decided to go for a stroll around the beautiful region of Kanto. It was a gorgeous day outside: the sun shining brightly, a few clouds drifting lazily overhead in the blue sky, and the grass danced in the gentle breeze.
Lance smiled as he passed by a rookie trainer battle.
"My caterpie is going to destroy you!" the trainer enthusiastically exclaimed.
The champion walked steadily along the nature trails of Veridian City. He eventually came within the downtown area. The downtown was amazingly beautiful and accessible. Anywhere you wanted (or could) go was just a few steps away.
It wasn't until a crowd of people surrounding the nearby Pokemon Center that caught the elite's attention. He eagerly, and easily parted through the crowd once people knew who was approaching. Posted to the outside of the center, a large poster hung and bore the words:
COME ONE, COME ALL!
INTRODUCING THE NEW AND IMPROVED ELITE FOUR!
This struck Lance as odd. He's been the reigning champion of the Indigo League for years now, and not once has anyone been talking about a change in the league's four professional trainers. He read on:
Come to Spiral Mountain, a place where wonderous new creatures await you.
Bring your toughest team and see how they match up against ours!
NOTICE: A portal to Spiral Mountain will be located in the valley beside Mt. Moon on Monday at 2:00pm. Good luck!
Lance contemplated this poster for a while. He had beaten nearly every single trainer that had ever challenged him. He knew the feeling of desiring a more worthy opponent, and could easily sympathize with whoever had posted the advertisement. But something wasn't right. Spiral Mountain? He had never heard of that place. Then again, he had never heard of the Unova region until of recent. This was probably some area that had just been introduced to the pokemon world. He then convinced himself that he would attend this tournament. When was it? Monday? That's today, he reasoned. And the time? Two o'clock? It's one-thirty now!
"So what're you sayin', Lance, ol' buddy?" a townsperson inquired.
"I'd say it's time to show these jokers who's the more powerful opponent! I'm doing it!"
He tossed a pokeball on the ground. It opened and a stream of white light exited out taking the solid form of a large, imposing dragon. It had small arms, and wings. It stood on two strong legs, and had a long tail for balance. Its face was of a friendly countenance, looking as though it was smiling.
"Let's go, Dragonite!" he spoke as he mounted his trusty steed.
The crowd cheered and chanted his name. He acknowledged their praise, pumping his fist into the air. He then took flight at full speed towards Mt. Moon.
"Very good. Everything seems to be going according to plan," Piedmon commented.
"You're lucky to have Myotismon and I working to get these pokemon trainers here," Machinedramon asserted. "With my knowledge base of parallel dimensions, we've been able to understand how their world works. Their world is full of impulsive fools who'll go to any lengths to test themselves against others -"
"Kinda like what we're doing, right?" Puppetmon chimed.
"Yes. But we know what we're up against. These imbeciles won't know what to do when they see how powerful we are."
"They should start arriving any minute," Myotismon reasoned, looking at the time on the monitor.
"Where'll they be coming?" MetalSeadramon asked. "I gotta be prepared when they arrive!"
"It'll be a standard Elite Four battle," explained Machinedramon. "We'll each be waiting in our own areas of the Digiworld. We face them one at a time. Should they be able to defeat us, they move onwards ... until they meet the champion ..."
"That'll be me!" Myotismon confidently interjected.
"Wait! How will we decide who gets to be the champion?" Puppetmon asked.
"Logically, Piedmon will be," explained the overgrown metal beast. "They'll enter at the bottom of the mountain, moving up if they defeat one of us. They'll move from the base, to the ocean, to the forest, to the city, then to the summit."
"Fine, so I'll face them first!" declared the vampire. "Too bad you losers won't get a chance!"
And with that he wrapped himself in his cape and disappeared from sight.
"Time to get wet!" the leviathan announced, as he soared into the air and headed to his ocean.
"I guess checkers can wait! Time to pull some strings!" the puppet sneered, gripping his hammer with pride. He then headed out to his forest.
"Destruction awaits those who wander into my territory!" Machinedramon vocalized, as he started in the direction of his city.
"They better be good," Piedmon sighed, assuming his usual position on his comfy chair, staring at the screens monitoring each of the areas.