Les Rockétables-Act 1-Master of the Gym
(The stadium on MountforMail at Indigo Plateau is famous for its leader: Mr. Dreganardier, also
known as the Lancelord. He's deceptively upright, and the battles he fight are unfair, as well
as the drinks and food served at the stadium's Pokémon Center is not---real. But Trainers and
spectators continue to flock to the stadium. eager for food and fights.)
Jr. Trainer: (Come on, don't you jest! Fetch a battle
of your best! What's the Dragon of the day?
(Dreganardier sends out Gyarados. A towering height, but has an eye for both empty and
occupied PokéBalls and is in truth a low bass.)
Dreganardier: Here, try this 'mon! It'll fight from dusk to dawn! Or I'm not Dreganardier!
(The battle commences, Gyarados versus a tiny Slowpoke. The outcome has been decided from the
start, because the stadium owner is a sly Trainer, and Gyarados wins easily, dodging the
Psychic attacks. The Jr. Trainer
isn't too disappointed, but his Pokémon has fainted.)
Jr. Trainer: Give a chug 'a Revive, Lancelord, it fainted!
Dreganardier: (under breath) Right away, you scum. (to Jr. Trainer) : Right away, kid.
Jr. Trainer (to his Slowpoke): God, this guy must be from Hell.
Slowpoke: (So you tell me, little kid!)
Jr. Trainer: My opponent Dreganardier. He was there so they say, at the Johto Waterfall.
Spectator: Found a water wall, Seadra took a fall, but he knew just when to stall!
Then Dragonair with its head, turned the Pidgey red, and he went picking up PokéBalls of the Orange dead!
Jr. Trainer: (He made a tidy score from the spoils of war!)
(After the battle, Dreganardier turns to his loyal gang of Gym and Elite Leaders, all as
dishonest as he.)
Dreganardier: You still didn't croak, Trainers of dissolutes! Stop telling jokes, I've pissed at the news.
Sons of whores spent their lives fighting in my stadium. Homing Pidgeys
homing in. They Fly through my doors, and their attack's good as yours.
Slowpoke: (Ain't got a sight what he put in the fight, must have got it off his brain.)
(Jr. Trainer drinks wine from the stadium's Pokémon Center, and spits it out
immeidately onto the Nurse Joy there.)
Jr. Trainer: God what a wine! Ninetails of Turning Times! Fermenting on the street!
Lancelord, ( : ) over here! Where's the bloody man? One more for the fight!
Slowpoke: (Dreganardier, one more slug 'o Gyarados' chin!
Spectator: (Look, Stun Spore! Ny Vileplume is 'gonna do you in!)
(Dreganardier greets a new customer, being deceptively nice. His stadium is so large that
there are beds in the Pokémon Center, as well as refreshments. He treats it as an inn as well,
and the unsuspecting Trainers are his major source of income. Every time they stay there,
the sly Dreganardier is able to wring more money than the Trainers plan on paying.)
Dreganardier: Welcome, good Sir, Jigglypuff's round, go have it fight the best Trainer around.
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks, fixing the match, admiring their looks.
Seldom d'you see honest men like me:
A gent of good intent who's content to be...master of the gym,
Talking of the win, ready with a handshake and an ugly trim!
Fights a little war, Dragonite stir, challengers appreciate a complete blur!
Glad to do Trainers a favor, wouldn't have the fight another way.
But you know as well as I do Dragons don't do fair play!
Master of the gym: you know I'll make you rue the day that you released your Fushigisou.
Killing Piloswine, killing off its mate, pickin' up your PokéBalls when they arrive too late!
Dragonite fights for money, it gets some experience! But all the rest lose out, Jesus, don't it all make sense?
Dreganardier and Spectators: Master of the gym, quick to catch yer eye, never wants potential Trainers to pass him by,
'couragement to the sprouts, praiser of experts...
Slowpoke: (Lowlife and a sleazeball, a complete pervert.)
Dreganardier and Spectators: Charizard's boon companion, Kangaskhan's chaperone!
Dreganardier: But lock up your weak ones! Jesus, won't I break up the Cubone!
(The first challenger suffers a defeat, and the next enters. He speaks again, softly,
nicely, to this Youngster.)
Enter, good Sir, lay down your Balls, heal your Squirtle and rest in the hall!
(This challenger is carrying a suitcase, and Dreganardier takes it and sets it down.)
It's big as a Megaton! Your Gengar knows Curse? Gyarados will Bite and use Surf.
Here your Fearow's cooked, here Farfetch'd is fried!
And no monster is spared 'till I'm satisfied!
Fight beyond compare, fight beyond belief, use Gyara and Aero and proclaim their grief!
Lung of a Ponyta, face of a Dragonite, beating off their asses from day to night!
Johto Trainers are more than welcome, trophy case is occupied......the usual penalties plus a little fine on the side....
Charge 'em with Dragonair, five "p" they've got to spare, ten "p" if they're caught losing in their underwear!
Here a little Ice, there a little Rock, four "p" for if you claim that your name is Brock!
When it comes to getting money, there're lot of tricks we know!
How it all increases, all those bits and pieces!
Jesus, it's amazing how it grows!
Dreganardier and Pikachu, Meowth, Charizard, and Victreebel chorus: Master of the gym, quick to catch yer eye, never wants a passerby to pass him by!
Servant to no one, helper to his 'nite, battler, incapacitatator, winner of the fight!
Charizard's boon companion, gives 'em everything he's got!
(The challenger has just sent out Weezing, and the spectators cheer.)
Dreganardier: Smelly pile of Weezing! Jesus, what a sorry little lot!
M. Dreganardier: I used to think that Dragons were so strong, but God Almighty, it looks like I was so wrong!
Master of the gym? Isn't worth me spit! Battler, incapciatator, and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltorb, thinks he's quite a fighter but a boring snore.
What a cruel Curse of Genger! It Landed me with this dimwit.....God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard full of shit!
Dreganardier and spectators: Master of the gym!
M. Dreganardier: Master and a half!
Dreganardier and spectators: Battler, incapacitator...
M. Dreganardier: I'll hit him with my staff!
Dreganardier and spectators: Servant to no one, butler to his 'nite!
M. Dreganardier: Slave of his PokéBall, and a burnt-out light!
Dreganardier and spectators: Everybody bless the Lancelord! Everybody bless this stadium!
Dreganardier: Charizard, Fly into the gas!
M. Dreganardier: Fly into the master's ass!
All: He's gotten rid of the gas! Hail the master of the gym!
(The stadium on MountforMail at Indigo Plateau is famous for its leader: Mr. Dreganardier, also
known as the Lancelord. He's deceptively upright, and the battles he fight are unfair, as well
as the drinks and food served at the stadium's Pokémon Center is not---real. But Trainers and
spectators continue to flock to the stadium. eager for food and fights.)
Jr. Trainer: (Come on, don't you jest! Fetch a battle
of your best! What's the Dragon of the day?
(Dreganardier sends out Gyarados. A towering height, but has an eye for both empty and
occupied PokéBalls and is in truth a low bass.)
Dreganardier: Here, try this 'mon! It'll fight from dusk to dawn! Or I'm not Dreganardier!
(The battle commences, Gyarados versus a tiny Slowpoke. The outcome has been decided from the
start, because the stadium owner is a sly Trainer, and Gyarados wins easily, dodging the
Psychic attacks. The Jr. Trainer
isn't too disappointed, but his Pokémon has fainted.)
Jr. Trainer: Give a chug 'a Revive, Lancelord, it fainted!
Dreganardier: (under breath) Right away, you scum. (to Jr. Trainer) : Right away, kid.
Jr. Trainer (to his Slowpoke): God, this guy must be from Hell.
Slowpoke: (So you tell me, little kid!)
Jr. Trainer: My opponent Dreganardier. He was there so they say, at the Johto Waterfall.
Spectator: Found a water wall, Seadra took a fall, but he knew just when to stall!
Then Dragonair with its head, turned the Pidgey red, and he went picking up PokéBalls of the Orange dead!
Jr. Trainer: (He made a tidy score from the spoils of war!)
(After the battle, Dreganardier turns to his loyal gang of Gym and Elite Leaders, all as
dishonest as he.)
Dreganardier: You still didn't croak, Trainers of dissolutes! Stop telling jokes, I've pissed at the news.
Sons of whores spent their lives fighting in my stadium. Homing Pidgeys
homing in. They Fly through my doors, and their attack's good as yours.
Slowpoke: (Ain't got a sight what he put in the fight, must have got it off his brain.)
(Jr. Trainer drinks wine from the stadium's Pokémon Center, and spits it out
immeidately onto the Nurse Joy there.)
Jr. Trainer: God what a wine! Ninetails of Turning Times! Fermenting on the street!
Lancelord, ( : ) over here! Where's the bloody man? One more for the fight!
Slowpoke: (Dreganardier, one more slug 'o Gyarados' chin!
Spectator: (Look, Stun Spore! Ny Vileplume is 'gonna do you in!)
(Dreganardier greets a new customer, being deceptively nice. His stadium is so large that
there are beds in the Pokémon Center, as well as refreshments. He treats it as an inn as well,
and the unsuspecting Trainers are his major source of income. Every time they stay there,
the sly Dreganardier is able to wring more money than the Trainers plan on paying.)
Dreganardier: Welcome, good Sir, Jigglypuff's round, go have it fight the best Trainer around.
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks, fixing the match, admiring their looks.
Seldom d'you see honest men like me:
A gent of good intent who's content to be...master of the gym,
Talking of the win, ready with a handshake and an ugly trim!
Fights a little war, Dragonite stir, challengers appreciate a complete blur!
Glad to do Trainers a favor, wouldn't have the fight another way.
But you know as well as I do Dragons don't do fair play!
Master of the gym: you know I'll make you rue the day that you released your Fushigisou.
Killing Piloswine, killing off its mate, pickin' up your PokéBalls when they arrive too late!
Dragonite fights for money, it gets some experience! But all the rest lose out, Jesus, don't it all make sense?
Dreganardier and Spectators: Master of the gym, quick to catch yer eye, never wants potential Trainers to pass him by,
'couragement to the sprouts, praiser of experts...
Slowpoke: (Lowlife and a sleazeball, a complete pervert.)
Dreganardier and Spectators: Charizard's boon companion, Kangaskhan's chaperone!
Dreganardier: But lock up your weak ones! Jesus, won't I break up the Cubone!
(The first challenger suffers a defeat, and the next enters. He speaks again, softly,
nicely, to this Youngster.)
Enter, good Sir, lay down your Balls, heal your Squirtle and rest in the hall!
(This challenger is carrying a suitcase, and Dreganardier takes it and sets it down.)
It's big as a Megaton! Your Gengar knows Curse? Gyarados will Bite and use Surf.
Here your Fearow's cooked, here Farfetch'd is fried!
And no monster is spared 'till I'm satisfied!
Fight beyond compare, fight beyond belief, use Gyara and Aero and proclaim their grief!
Lung of a Ponyta, face of a Dragonite, beating off their asses from day to night!
Johto Trainers are more than welcome, trophy case is occupied......the usual penalties plus a little fine on the side....
Charge 'em with Dragonair, five "p" they've got to spare, ten "p" if they're caught losing in their underwear!
Here a little Ice, there a little Rock, four "p" for if you claim that your name is Brock!
When it comes to getting money, there're lot of tricks we know!
How it all increases, all those bits and pieces!
Jesus, it's amazing how it grows!
Dreganardier and Pikachu, Meowth, Charizard, and Victreebel chorus: Master of the gym, quick to catch yer eye, never wants a passerby to pass him by!
Servant to no one, helper to his 'nite, battler, incapacitatator, winner of the fight!
Charizard's boon companion, gives 'em everything he's got!
(The challenger has just sent out Weezing, and the spectators cheer.)
Dreganardier: Smelly pile of Weezing! Jesus, what a sorry little lot!
M. Dreganardier: I used to think that Dragons were so strong, but God Almighty, it looks like I was so wrong!
Master of the gym? Isn't worth me spit! Battler, incapciatator, and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltorb, thinks he's quite a fighter but a boring snore.
What a cruel Curse of Genger! It Landed me with this dimwit.....God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard full of shit!
Dreganardier and spectators: Master of the gym!
M. Dreganardier: Master and a half!
Dreganardier and spectators: Battler, incapacitator...
M. Dreganardier: I'll hit him with my staff!
Dreganardier and spectators: Servant to no one, butler to his 'nite!
M. Dreganardier: Slave of his PokéBall, and a burnt-out light!
Dreganardier and spectators: Everybody bless the Lancelord! Everybody bless this stadium!
Dreganardier: Charizard, Fly into the gas!
M. Dreganardier: Fly into the master's ass!
All: He's gotten rid of the gas! Hail the master of the gym!