Another contestshipping poem, contest battle scene this time

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

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Maximum captivity, maximum crowd.

They packed the contest hall

Awaiting the show, of co-oridators to go.

To the left was May.

And to the right was Drew.

As they entered the stage,

The crowd cheered and waved.

The hostess pops up in anime style.

A tad hyper, but none the less.

Made sure to kick up start.

The Johto Grand Festival Contest.

"And now for our finalist"

She declared

"May of Petalburg,

And Drew from La Rousse"

The judges could only watch with glee.

As both were wonderful co-oridators.

They didn't feel they were judges.

Amongst those two battling co-oridators.

Instead they felt like mere speculators.

Synchronized moves, the battle they graced.

Both with an eager to win

Looks upon their face.

"Go Roselia, go Masquerain"

Drew exclaimed

Tossing the two pokeballs.

Etched a bright light.

Enter petals and bubbles.

The crowd awed in delight.

As the two pokemon

Posed with grace

Before they would fight.

Now for May.

"Go Blazien and Beautifly"

She did say.

Blazien catapulted out in a

Orange bright ball

Hovering over the centre stage.

As the crowd became engaged.

Then out fluttered

Sparkles and glitter galore

As Beauitfly fluttered and flew

Around Blazien, the crowd thought and knew,

The sight was amazing,

Beauitfly fluttered away,

As Blazien unravelled,

And stomped the ground. Okay.

Then the five minute clock,

Got under way.

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As the clock reached zero.

Both angst too.

Of who would be champion?

Who won today?

But the answer,

It shocked them in a way.

"The Johto Grand Festival,

Winner this day,

Are none other,

Than both Drew and May."

Both co-oridators gawked.

They were in complete shock.

Tied for victory.

Each linked to their hearts.

The Champion Cup,

And the hold they had

Still have on each others hearts.

They accepted the cup with honour and grace.

A dozen flasks, from here and there

Photographers can first,

Interviewers next.

In order to get a view,

Of the result of a complex contest.

And the answer to a complex question too.

"The Johto Cup, the Johto Cup"

They replied

"Who will be taking it to travel?"

"Who will be taking it to travel?"

All the reporters replied.

As eager microphones,

Came to there face.

As the crowd silenced,

The co-oridators huggled to face,

They spoke in whisper,

And finally agreed

They would travel together,

Because the result was better than believed.

And unbest known to the reporters and the crowd too.

Whilst hudgged together they had said,

To each other,

Words so true,

They both had said,

"I really do love you"

Now with the questions,

And photos over, was a happy sight.

A beautiful picture as the stars,

Were etched by the moonlight.

Reflected and magnified their smiles,

Amongst the adoring, cheering crowd.

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A.N. Skipped the actual battle, Sorry, but this is a poem.

Review would be nice, but I really don't mind, but no flames, thank you.