It is apparent the most Pokémon trainers have some ambition to be part of the Elite Four. Most of these people are uneducated Pokéschool drop outs; like our protagonist, Solly Chute. Solly is a small, blonde headed thirteen year old and has several severe mental disorders like schizophrenia and Turrets'. He wears a tattered black "Pink Floyd" T-Shirt and over-size camouflage pants with a silver chain wrapped loosely around his waist. He has four Pokémon, a lazy eyed Chatot named Brick, an over-weight Bidoof named Milo, an over-aggressive Agron and a Luxray that thinks it's a Beedrill.
Solly's home town Postville is located somewhere near the Elite Four's Secret Training Ground. The Citizens of Postville are fascinated with the Elite Four Trainers and usually hold large gatherings and shows where Town Members challenge the Elite force without having to collect all the badges or anything like that. Today was one of these days.
Solly lifted one of his heavy boots onto the dusty ground, indented into the soil was countless battle scars where explosions and hyper beams went horribly wrong. The Sun was slowly drifting out of the sky and Solly took a deep breath. The whole of last year, Solly spent his days training, catching and battling Pokémon.
As a child Solly was considered a freak and an outcast but now he wanted to prove everyone wrong. He ran out onto the dusty yard.
"Hey" shouted Solly.
40 Metres down the arena stood a purple haired suit reading a Japanese romance novel.
"What is it, Can't you see I'm reading!?" Lucian replied.
All the little brown hairs stood up on Solly's back, which told him one thing and one thing only. A Turrets Attack.
"I don't give a f****ity F**K F**K F**K You F**King F**K F**K Turky Ball Sack ARGH!!!!" he shouted feeling into his pocket for any random pokéball. It was Milo, he discovered as it flew out of its pokéball.
"Ah F**KITTIE F**K F**K" he exclaimed as his miniature beaver totted on to the feild.
"Your Beaver will never defeat my Galade! Go Gallivant, Psychic!"
Solly watched in horror as his beloved Milo was thrown into the air.
"What do you have against beavers you homosexual!!!" Solly's wave of turrets had faded and he started to regain control over his body.
"Milo, return!" he sighed.
"Never interrupt my reading kid or face the consequences!" he laughed returning to his novel.
"Grr...." Solly grunted as he released two of his Pokémon at once.
Luxray and Agron.
"Not even two of your Pokémon can defeat my Gallade!" shouted the purple haired homosexual as his Gallade advanced on his Agron.
Solly and his Argon shared brief glance at each other, exchanging their anger at Lucian.
"Go Agron, grab his Gallade!" Solly Shouted as his Agron spear tackled the Gallade.
"Now Luxaray thunderbolt!" He screamed.
Lucian looked back in horror as a bolt of white lightning travelled through the air through Agrons armour onto the Gallade, shocking it senseless.
"Gallivant! Noooooooo......!" Lucian screamed.
"You're on kid!" Solly noticed a small audience gathering around the field.
"That's what I wanted!" he laughed.
"Let's make a deal, If your Abracadabra beats my Luxray I'll leave you alone but if we win than I can be part of the Elite Four for a day!" the crowd behind Solly tensed.
"Sounds good!" Lucian giggled.
"Abra. Abra."
"Agron, return. It's time to dance Lucian."