Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or any affilated brands, etc. However I do wish it were real.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at first person in almost 6 months so I do apologise if it is substandard.

Also once again the main characters name is David, seriously it's the best I can think of.

'italics' means thought or telepathy


David ducked under the kick then sidestepped the next. Sweat poured from his brow, a look of intense concentration on his face as he dodged blows that if they connected would kill on contact. He blocked a punch with the edge of his hand – a textbook knife block – before launching a punch of his own, it was blocked easily like all the blows he had attempted, next tried a low sweeping kick trying to take his opponents legs out from under him. No joy. A rapid series of blows a blocks proceeded, the offence alternating by the second. After three minutes of this constant barrage a blow slipped under David's guard and caught him square on the chest with enough force to break bone rock and steel.

"Thankyou Gardevoir." Dave looked down at the shimmering shield encompassing his body.

"Choke."

"And thank you for the workout Machoke, same time next week and you need to improve your footwork, a single decent kick and you'll have lost, you need to distribute your weight more."

He looked around the cavern at his poke'mon, all except Gardevoir training with other pokemon which attended his unoffical Gym.

Gallade was duelling a Scyther, the metallic clang of blades echoeing across the cave as arms moved at speeds which were a blur to human eyes.

His own Scyther was duelling a Scizor which was currently backing away as it struggled to keep up a defence.

Lucario was currently swapping Aura Spheres for Rock Blasts against a Rhyperior. Every Aura Sphere broke through three Rock Blasts but with the speed the Rhyperior was firing at it was only a matter of time before Lucario was overwhelmed.

Machamp was fighting three Machoke and winning easily, by the looks of things he'd taken the recent lecture on nerve holds to heart.

"Machamp" He uppercutted the nearest one which had tried punch him in the chest before turning in time to stop the two fists which were cutting the air towards him, with both arms caught the Machoke was unable to block the two blows that caught him on the head. It had taken just a couple of seconds. He stepped back the kick from the still conscious Machoke passing an inch from his nose. The four arms moved in a blur of blows and the Machoke fell back, out cold.

The Machoke were either wild or belonged to another trainer.

David looked around just in time to see Lucario hit the wall, another 5 rocks hit her pinning her there till the attack ended and she fell to the floor. Another scan of the room revealed that Scyther had also won it's match.

'They're getting better don't you think?'

'Hardly, Lucario was a pushover as usual'

'Actually she lasted longer than expected, but look at Machamp, even I can't find a fault'

'Fighting types, useless the lot of them.' There was the equivalent of a mental snort, 'Why do you even bother?'

'Don't be so condescending, you haven't fought in four months, even Lucario might beat you.'

Gardevoir snarled in one of her few overt shows of emotion. In response Dave walked across the cave and put an arm around her.

"Why are you jealous? It's still just you, Empoleon and me when it comes down to it."

A bell rang telling all fighters to clear the floor.

The floor emptied of both the wild pokemon and the trainer pokemon, the wild pokemon had come to consider this a chance to get stronger without any personal risk.

The knockout competition would last the remaining three days of the week. David allowed himself a small smile, he had six entries but one was particularly unusual. Himself.

The first round gave easy victories to all five of the 'gym leader's' pokemon and finally it was his turn.

The voice of the loudspeaker begin announcing: "And now, the fight you've all been waiting for, your host and dojo master.... David!!! and his opponent a Lucario owned by 5-Sinnoh-badgeholder Travis."

The Lucario appeared on the field but there was no sign of the human.

"As with all such fights it is considered over when David suffers a would-be-fatal blow or if Lucario retreats or is knocked unconscious."

Jeers began rising form the crowd at the no show.

A spotlight turned on. David jumped from the rock shelf he had been knelt on and diving the 500ft to the ground, at seemingly the last possible moment he turned back to upright and stopped ten centimetres from the ground, hovering slightly before dropping the remaining distance. It was a time tested perfomance done solely by David's on power. The only psychic he knew of who was stronger was Sabrina.

Slowly and with maximum drama he drew his pair of bokken – wooden training blades but they'd be enough for this.

"This is a joke." said a sneering voice – the trainer Travis presumably. "Ok, Lucario let's end this farce, Aura Sphere then Bone Rush."

Again David allowed himself a rare smile, 'too predictable' he thought wryly.

He sidestepped the Aura Sphere easily and parried the first Bone Rush strike easily, jumped the second a lashed out with his own blades, Lucario parried one but the other caught it in the ribs causing a small cut and presumably a large bruise. The pair disenengaged then came in for another exchange, this time with no obvious advantage.

"Lucario get some distance, we can take this joker at range."

The Lucario tried to get away but I kept up forcing it to face towards me to avoid some serious injuries.

"Lucario use Dragon Pulse."

Dave hit the ground running – metaphorically speaking, what he actually did was leg it as far away as he could in the time it took Lucario to charge the pulse. He made around fifteen metres before turning around and crossing his bokken and bracing for impact. A small psychic shield shimmered over his skin to absorb the initial impact.

The trainer noticed at the same time as Lucario launched the pulse.

"Referee, he's using his pokemon!"

The pulse hit knocking David flying. He got up slowly.

"Ref, he's blatantly cheating – Aarrgh!"

David had formed his own small Aura Sphere and thrown it at the trainer. Like his psychic abilities they weren't quite at pokemon level, in fact his aura abilities were weaker than most he just knew how to tap them.

"Now call me a cheat."

He slowly limped to his blades and picked them up.

"Lucario he's practically out for the count finish him, Steel Claw!"

Just as the attack was about to hit David transferred the weight to his back leg and caught Lucario with a stunning roundhouse to the head – his injury feined. Lucario growled and striked blindly through a red haze of again. David took something from his jacket and through it to the ground, smoke covered a small portion of the arena as the smoke bomb did it's work.

All that could be heard was the occasional thud, but just as the smoke began to clear Lucario came flying out unconscious.

David reholstered his bokken then faced Lucario and bowed then repeated the process with the trainer and the referee before he stalked towards the exit. Round one was over and he had maybe five hours before round two.

"Too easy." He muttered.

'Told you fighting types were useless' was the smug reply

Author's Note: What do you think?