Prologue: Beginning Via the End
"I don't believe it!" the announcer shouted as the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. On the battlefield below, a small monkey with shaggy orange fur was jumping around happily. He appeared to be wearing a blue mask, all except for the bit of red in the middle, which sat over his eyes. A spiky patch of white fur poked out of the base of his neck, vaguely resembling a collar, and a long orange tail swished behind him, the end of which was aflame. In front of him was a crumpled blue and orange fish-like creature. He had two large dark blue fins sticking out of his head, along with four orange spikes, two on each side of his mouth, which glinted dangerously in the sunlight. A third giant fin was also attached at the end of his body in between his two thick hind legs.
A boy grunted as he held up a red and white sphere, pointing it at the fallen creature. A beam of red light shot out of it, hitting the unconscious fish and sucking him inside.
"And with Swampert out, Brady is down to his last Pokémon, while Cinder still has her Monferno and Typhlosion in reserve," the announcer continued, watching the scene unfold below them.
"Who would have thought that a Fire-type Pokémon like Monferno could have ever taken down a Swampert, who has a huge type advantage over it?" his colleague, an announcer a few years his junior, asked.
"Well, Grass Knot was what really tripped Brady up. Not only did it do a mountain of damage to a Water- and Ground-type like Swampert, but it also allowed Monferno to sneak up and pummel him with his Fighting-type moves."
"Ooh, it looks like Brady is about to send out his final Pokémon."
Down on the field, Brady had just thrown another red and white sphere, releasing a large, brown feathered bird with a long, thin neck. His wings had two bushy patches of white feathers near the base of them, and his feathers, which were primarily brown, also had a bit of white near their tips on his wings. Two beady eyes in between a large, red coxcomb glared at Monferno as the bird opened his long pale beak and uttered a high-pitched squawk.
"Fear!" it cawed as it took to the sky.
"And Brady has sent out his Fearow! How will Cinder counter it?"
Cinder smirked as she held up her own red and white sphere and recalled her Monferno. Just like the Swampert before him, he disappeared in a beam of red light moments before his Trainer threw a second sphere. There was a flash of light, and in his place stood a large, dinosaur-like creature. His back was covered in long, sleek blue fur, while his belly had a lighter, cream color to it. Upon seeing the circling Fearow, he let out a deafening roar as his back burst into flames.
"And Cinder sends out her Typhlosion to counter Brady's Fearow! Things are heating up!"
Moments before the announcer stopped talking, Fearow gave a loud caw, and dove at Typhlosion, his wings glowing a bright, silver color. Typhlosion responded by inhaling sharply, blasting a huge blast of fire and lava out of his mouth, smothering the fast-approaching Fearow before the bird could even react.
"Ouch, that has got to hurt," the first announcer said, wincing.
"I'd say, Matt. I doubt anyone would want to be hit by an almost full powered Eruption attack like that," the second announcer replied.
Fearow squawked in annoyance as he broke from the attack and flew back into the air, eying Typhlosion carefully. Typhlosion smirked as he unleashed a weaker stream of fire from his mouth. Fearow squawked as he rolled to the side, before flying at Typhlosion with his wings glowing silver once again. Typhlosion hissed as the Steel Wing attack slashed against his body before unleashing another stream of flames, which Fearow dodged with almost arrogant ease.
"And Fearow strikes back with a Steel Wing attack! Even though Typhlosion has a resistance to Steel-type moves, it still looked like it hurt! How will Cinder and Typhlosion respond to that?"
Typhlosion growled again, before curling up into a ball and spinning, heading slowly towards Fearow. A white ring of energy appeared around him before he his entire body was covered red, flickering flames. Fearow cawed, before glowing with a strange, blue aura. He then also started spinning, a glowing ring appearing around him before he was also covered in flames. The two Pokemon collided and met with a stalemate, neither of them giving an inch. After a few seconds, both Pokemon jumped back, the flames and rings disappearing as they glared at each other.
"Neither of these Pokémon seem to be giving an inch! Typhlosion attacked with a powerful Gyro Ball and Flame Wheel combo, and Fearow answers right back by using Mirror Move to copy Typhlosion's combination and use it against him!"
"Both of these Pokémon seem to be evenly matched. I think it will come down to luck and whoever wants to win more."
Back on the battlefield, Fearow flew back up into the air and started glowing with a swirling white aura. He let loose a deep caw, before going into a nose dive straight at Typhlosion. Meanwhile, Typhlosion just stood there, waiting, as Fearow crashed into him, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
"And Typhlosion gets nailed by a powerful Sky Attack! I don't know if anything could still be standing after that!"
"Well, Sky Attack is one of the most powerful Flying-type move there is, and that one looked particularly deadly."
After a few tense minutes, the dust cleared, causing the audience to gasp at what they saw. Typhlosion had grabbed a hold of the struggling Fearow's beak, stopping the Sky Attack in its tracks. Typhlosion then gave an evil grin as he swung Fearow around and slammed him into the ground, creating a small crater with multiple cracks shooting out of it.
"Wow!" Matt shouted as Fearow struggled to get back up.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Typhlosion stopped that Sky Attack with his bare hands, and then used Reversal to do a massive amount of damage!"
Fearow struggled back to his feet, and jabbed Typhlosion with his spinning beak. Typhlosion staggered back and growled at Fearow, who responded by spreading his wings with the new room and taking off back into the air.
"And Brady and Fearow are back into it!"
Fearow unleashed three beams from his beak, one red, one yellow, and one blue. The three beams then merged together and created a single, swirling beam of red, blue, and yellow. Typhlosion barely had time to get out of the way before the beam smashed into the ground, creating a second crater in the arena. Fearow, meanwhile, landed on the opposite side of the arena, shedding some of his feathers and healing some of his wounds.
Typhlosion growled as he rolled into a second ball of flames and talked Fearow, not letting him get a chance to heal. Fearow shrieked as the flames burned his feathers as he tried to take back in to the air.
"And Typhlosion comes back with a vengeance after barely dodging that Tri Attack. What health Fearow restored with that Roost is probably gone from that Flame Wheel."
Typhlosion growled, not wanting the weakened Fearow to escape. He stomped on the ground, sending two sheets of rock shooting up from the ground, coming together right where Fearow's wing was, pinning him to the ground and making him unable to fly away.
"And Typlosion pins Fearow to the ground with a Rock Tomb! Could this be the end for Brady?"
Fearow started using multiple Drill Peck attacks in a desperate attempt to try to free himself from the Rock Tomb. Typhlosion, meanwhile, had started to gather energy from the sun, making the flames on his back glow a blinding white.
Finally, after a few more Drill Pecks from Fearow, the rock holding his wing down finally started to crack, and with one last pull, he managed to yank his wing free. He cawed in triumph moments before he was blasted by a blinding white hot beam of energy. Screeching in pain, Fearow fell weakly to the ground, clearly unfit to continue.
"And that's it! After an intense battle from both participants, Cinder Flair is moving onto the quarterfinals!"
The crowd erupted in applause and boos as Cinder punched the air and started to run over to her Typhlosion. Brady sighed in defeat as he recalled his fallen Pokémon, turned, and walked out off the battlefield.
Typhlosion grinned weakly at his Trainer before suddenly falling to the ground on all fours. His body started to convulse, and the Typhlosion suddenly vomited all over the ground. He then began to thrash about wildly, sending streams of fire out of his mouth and back.
"And it seems that there's something wrong with Cinder's Typhlosion. Look, the medics are even running out onto the field to see what's happening."
A group of men dressed in white clothing rushed onto the field, two of them restraining Cinder and pulling her back from the flailing Pokémon. Cinder resisted, trying to break free from the medics' grips, but it was no use.
Typhlosion looked wildly at the circle of men slowly advancing upon him. Disoriented and confused, he shot a fireball at the nearest one, who fell back as three other medics jumped on him. Typhlosion struggled as the men pulled out syringes and injected him with a clear liquid. He thrashed about weakly for a few more seconds before going completely still, except for the very shallow rise and fall of his chest.
A few days later…
"…And finally, we must regretfully inform you that the contestant Cinder Flair has dropped out of the Indigo League due to the health of her Typhlosion. This means that her last round opponent, Brady Clark, will be moving on to the quarterfinals to face Andrea Smith tomorrow at ten in the morning."
So yeah, I uploaded this chapter again because it was pretty bad. It still is, but at least it's not riddled with as many grammatical errors. It seems a bit rushed, but I blame the fact that I was going from a sort of separate point of view, like one might get from watching it in the stands or on TV, instead of the usual Trainer's point of view.
Anywho, that's about it from me. Hopefully I'll be able to edit a few other chapters here soon and get them uploaded so they're not quite so…mistake ridden. Of course, I probably missed a few things, so anything anyone can point out would be greatly appreciated. So until next time.