{Battle 1: Welcome To Your New Life}
The lights were bright and numerous and shined down with a warmness to those standing in it, being the shining light with the night sky behind it. The stadium seats around were filled, not one seat left empty... and yet, no one was sitting. Everyone was on their feet, shouting out unfavorable cheers to the participants, urging both sides to do their best. The competitors were two young boys, standing outside of a big circle. On the inside, were the true combatants, the monsters in which they trained with all their hearts. These monsters, usually residing in a small capsule device until summoned, which they were to be called Pocket Monsters or Pokemon for short,
These wide varieties of creatures have been co-existing with humans for many years. Since that time, humans and Pokemon have formed bonds through working together in life and even battles. Humans who have their Pokemon battle are called Trainers. The primary Goal of a trainer is to showcase their talent to the world via a tournament called the "Pokemon League." To outlast fellow challengers, surpass the authority, and defeat the current Pokemon Champion, every trainer strives for.
A big blue serpent-like Pokemon, similar to that of a dragon, stood tall, towering over it's opponent, looking as though it was waiting to attack, It's opponent looked a bit reptilian, aside from the huge flower the sprouted out from his back. At the center of his flower, a light was glowing within it, like it's power was being stored up inside. The trainer of the serpent-like Pokemon called out "Gyarados, use Hydro Pump!" Gyarados allowed it's jaws to close as it reared back it's head, in an instant he came back with it's mouth open with a torrent of water blasting out like it was shot out of a cannon. The pressure of the attack caused the flower like monster to skid back a few feet. The fans showed their unbiased appreciation of the Gyarados' display of power. The boy held an arm over his face as the water splashed around him and he blinked, looking to his monster "Are you okay, Venusaur?" The trainer asked to the monster. Venusaur shook it off though and eyed the big blue monster. Seeing this, the young trainer smiled "Alright Venusaur, fire right back at him with Solar Beam!"
As ordered, Venusaur aimed it's flower toward his opponent and let out a roar, the light that was stored inside of this flower burst out in a beam of light Gyarados roared in dismay upon taking the blast head-on, causing the Pokemon to fall back and collapse right in front of it's trainer. Upon seeing this display the fans roared in cheers as the announcer of the match looks. "Gyarados can not continue any further, the winner of the match is the Challenger, Paul! Now to be crowned the new Pokemon Champion!" The crowd roared once again as Paul and the ex-champion shook hands for a good match. As the ex-champion left, Paul released all his Pokemon out to celebrate. Paul laughed happily and shouted out "YEAH!!! I did it, I did it!" Suddenly the Venusaur looked to Paul and started calling out to him with a middle-aged woman's voice "... Paul?" Paul blinked and eyed Venusaur oddly "... Y-You can talk? And for some reason... you sound like my mom..." The Venusaur didn't respond, only calling out to him "Paul, it's time to get up!" Paul blinked a bit "... Huh?"
Paul blinked slowly and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself not in a stadium full of fans or with super-strong Pokemon. He was laying in his bed, messed up due to his constant rolling in his sleep. His room was kept nice and clean, which would be surprising for a boy his age... until you find out that his mother would starve him unless it was clean. The boy sat up restlessly and gave up a big yawn and stretch. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at his mom "... Mom? What is it? Can't I sleep in some more?"
The mother was a beautiful young woman who had her black, upper back-lengthen hair tied into a ponytail She wore a yellow top and a denim blue skirt. "... -sigh- I knew this was going to happen, playing video games all night like usual. Paul, you remember Professor Oak came by to visit today to hand new trainers a Pokedex to help with his research. He can't wait there forever, you know!"
Paul blinked and recalled they town head mentioning about Professor Oak coming by to see the new trainers off. Paul sprang out of his bed and shouted "Oh man, I'm late!"
His mother blinked and noticed that his son was stark naked as soon as he got up. She glanced down and sighed ".... And I was praying to god that this was only going to be a short-term phase, like peeing on the bed or something. I was sure he'd grow out of it..."
Paul blinked a bit and glanced down at himself, gasping and blushing as he covered himself with his hands "D-Damn it...."
She turned away from Paul and headed out of the room "... Just try to keep yourself from doing that while out there, Paul..."
Quickly ran over and threw on some fresh clothes for him to wear. His outfit was the staple blue jean pants with a black T-shirt. Then, he slipped on some black, finger-less gloves He then slipped on a hooded zip-up blue and black coat with a poke ball design on his back. He puts his running shoes on and ties them, then slips on an accessory on his belt, a carrier for his Pokemon team. He slips on his back pack on which held many compartments which he could assort his items with.
He stepped down to the first floor of his house and was about to head out of the house. "Hey, wait up one second!" his mother called out to him. Paul blinked a bit and stopped, turning over to his mother "Hmm?" His mom sighed and walked over "Here... you're going to need this in your travels, I'm sure of it." Paul blinked and looked over "Ah, my Poke gear!" Paul takes it and slips it in his coat pocket. "Thanks mom! I know you will miss me when I'm on my journey, but..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Paul blinked and turned around and answered it "... Hello?" As Paul let the door creak open slowly, some force from the other side pushed at the door, sending Paul back a bit "Waaah!" He kept himself from falling and watched as three big Machokes suddenly stomped their way into the houses and headed up the stairs. A man followed after them, stopping before his mother "We're here for the remodeling job, ma'am."
She gave a small smile "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd come a little later but, it's fine."
The man then looked to him and said "... Ah... awkward..." The man slipped a hard hat on and went up the stairs as well.
Paul blinked a bit and turned to his mother ".... Mom? Who was that guy? Why three Machokes?" The mother blinked and rested her head against her hand ".... Well..."
The Machokes came walking back down, carrying things that were in Paul's room, one carrying a TV, the other a dress, and another a big Snorlax Plushie. Paul blinks and steps in the way of the Machokes "Whoa! Hold on! That's my stuff!" The Machokes simply shoved by Paul, following their master's orders word for word.
His mother walked over to Paul "Now, now... don't get in the way of their honest work." Paul blinked and looked at his mom "Honest work? They are pulling stuff out of my room!" His mother tilted her head, rubbing the back of her head "... My, this is troublesome... I was hoping I could tell you about it later... but, Paul... I love you, my beautiful son! That is why I say it's time that I let you go and spread your arms out and bask in your horizons. Trying to hold you here at home... no, I don't want you to become an Otaku or NEET. No, I have great aspirations for your life!"
Paul eyes his mom ".... Sounds like a load of bull to me, mom.... so, why are they taking my stuff out of my room?" His mother sighed "H-How cruel to think that your own, lonely mother has ulterior motices... but, yeah... we are storing your stuff at a garage shop and renovating your room into a bigger bath and hot tub room." Paul stomped his foot down "I KNEW IT! But, why? I thought you'd keep it for memories of raising me into the brilliant young man I am today..."
His mother waved his hand, the smile fading from her visage "... Naw, you were a pain in an ass to raise, being a bastard child and all. Your father said he was going to achieve his dream of becoming a Gym Leader and catch some strong Pokemon. He ended up capturing that Tramp, instead... home wrecker..." Paul eyed his mom oddly, tilting his head "... I see..." His mother snapped out of it and smiled "Ah! Ah ha ha ha... Boys are meant to leave home someday. It said so on TV!" Paul glares at his mom "So nostalgic! But, hearing that out of you just pisses me off!" Paul turns around and growls "Fine then, I see how it is. Goodbye, mother!"
He stormed off outside, couldn't believe that his mom would move on so quickly. His eyes fell upon some of his furniture that sat inside the truck. "... My stuff, some day, I'll make it rich and then, I'll free you from this storage facility! Mark my words!" He then turned to the small town of New Bark, a rather small town with a very low residency but, nice and quiet, and everyone knew one another. As Paul made his way to new trainer's meeting spot, which was most likely the Lab of Professor Elm. Like Professor Oak, Professor Elm is a high-esteemed scientist in the study of Pokemon evolution.
Paul waved at some of his neighbors that he passed by An elderly man called out "You're setting out today, Paul?" Paul looked to the old man and smirked "You betcha, gramps! Root for me, okay?" He turned and smiled, feeling all proud until he heard the old man yell back "Feh... the one I'm rooting for is Ethan! He's shown a lot of potential and has been involved with a lot of Professor Elm's work." Paul growled a bit "Like I care, you old fart! Fine, I'll just have to prove you wrong?" He stopped and looked over to a lady. "... Right?" The woman smiled some "... Well... I was kind of rooting for Ethan, too..."
Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, this only made him even more pissed off. "Fine! I don't need anyone's praise! I will become a great trainer, better than Ethan, better than anyone! And you all could kiss my ass!" His neighbors watched silently as Paul stormed off in an ill mood. He was getting close to the lab as he muttered ".... Ethan this, Ethan that... I'll show them! Soon, they can't help but, talk all about me!"
Paul stepped in front of the lab and pulled the door open. As he stepped in, he noticed a few of Professor Elm's assistants, who greeted him at the door. As he approached the back of the lab, he noticed Professor Elm and Professor Oak were standing there, Elm was bent over, clutching his head with his hands "... That poor Pokemon... I hope that boy at least treats it well..." Professor Oak frowned a bit and patted Professor Elm on the shoulder, then looked up noticing Paul. "Well, hello there."
Paul blinked a bit and nodded "A-Ah, my name is Paul. I am one of the new trainers that is to come today to receive a Pokemon. Oh, here, this is my Trainer Card." Paul pulled out his wallet and pulled out the card, proof that he's passed the exams of becoming a Pokemon Trainer.
Professor Elm adjusted his glasses while looking at Paul's trainer card and gave off another frown of his own ".... Paul, was it? I don't know how to tell you this but, about an hour before you came, a boy with red hair, which Ethan came to see that his name was Silver, broke in through the back door and stole the Pokemon that was meant to be yours. I'm so sorry, this is all a really bothersome mess."
Paul blinked a bit and eyed Elm, and looked over to the machine that held the Pokemon, seeing that there was nothing left. "... that means, I don't have a Pokemon now?" Everything seemed to be crashing around him fast, and now he doesn't even have a room he could go back to.
"We didn't say that!" Paul blinked and looked over to Professor Oak, who was brimming with a smile. "This only means we need to improvise." Professor Oak stepped over to Paul and smiled "Paul, today marks a day of legend, a beginning to your story. And here, is your first Pokemon partner. Train it, raise it, and have faith in your Pokemon. You both could accomplish great things!" With that, Professor Oak handed Paul a Poke Ball. Paul gasped a bit and looked down inside, peering at the Pokemon. "... Wow... really, Professor Oak? Thank you!" Professor Elm got up and smiled "Say, Paul. Why don't you let that Pokemon walk with you? I say a trainer and his or her Pokemon will be able to get along better when they are able to communicate more. Plus, it might be better when facing wild Pokemon, not having to pull out a Poke Ball all the time."
Paul blinked and nodded to Professor Elm, pressing the little white button on the Poke Ball and it popped open, releasing the Pokemon inside. As the Pokemon materialized from the ball, Standing before them was an Eevee. Paul recognized this Pokemon and gasped "... A-An Eevee? N-No... I couldn't... aren't these species rare?" Professor Oak let out a chuckle and patted Paul on the shoulder "Do not fret over it at all. Here." He handed Paul a Pokedex and some Poke Balls. "With these tools, not only will you be able to keep track and manage your growing team but, you could learn much more from them. My dream was to fill the Pokedex with all the Pokemon in existence. But, that could indeed prove to be impossible but, with help, I'm sure anything is possible."
Professor Elm smiled and then concluded this meeting "Paul, of New Bark Town, Professor Oak and I wish you the best of luck. Go on and enjoy your journey. Your new life!"