A/N: This is my 2nd tale. Hope you enjoy!
Once upon a Hoenn tale, there stood man of a great legend. He wore a red tie and a black vest with a neat collar white T-shirt inside. His Light steel blue hair styled up. With ambitious turquoise eyes, now filled with rage.
"Why?" He asked, vengeance, confusion and sadness all mixed in it. Opposite was a silhouette of a man. The man whore light blue and white T-shirt. The pants was also of the same colour. "WHY?!" Now the 'Great Legend' yelled at the top of his lungs. Tears streamed down his face. "We were friends…were we?" He mumbled this time. The 'Great Legend' waited for an answer in the eerie silence.
The opposite standing man opened his mouth. "Anything can be exchanged for this power, my dear Steven…even you. Our friendship means nothing to me. I just befriended you as you look pitiful without one." The man named Steven stared daggers at the other. Steven was tied up to a stripper pole. Hands and legs together. In the small empty confined room was the two of them, the once 'best friends'.
After much consideration, Steven muttered, "If…you want it that badly…then…take it. Just release me already…" His voice was at least loud enough for Wallace to hear. Wallace smirk and put his heels on Steven face as Steven's legs had buckled and he fell. "Well then, shall we?" Wallace said, with much arrogance in his voice. He was glad to see his used to best friend crumple beneath his feat.
Wallace stripped off Steven's white coat and wore it. He's now the Champion of Hoenn. Wallace made Steven sign a letter indicating that Steven Stone passed down Champion role to Wallace. Wallace was always a power hungry man but never in Steven's life did he believed that. Now he's betrayed.
Once upon a Hoenn tale, there stood man of a great legend. He wore a white hat and a white and blue t-shirt with a white pants to accompany it. His turquoise hair styled up. With ambitious matching turquoise eyes, he looked over Hoenn on the top level of the Champions' League in Ever Grande City.