I Don't Own Pokemon Or Anything Related To It.
The Lives Of Gym Leaders.
Alisha Longdale.
Huffing and puffing as I step off my treadmill, and with one last gulp of air collapse to the ground in exhaustion after pushing myself to beyond my physical limits, the cold wooden floor of my exercise room cools the sweat on my cheek. Asking myself why I must always do this to myself, I stand up and look at myself in the mirror just across from me, for once admiring how I look, rather than hating on it.
My slim body finally being the way I want it, slightly muscled, but still womanly enough to not have abs and pecs. But at the same time just under womanly so men will leave me alone, and stop staring at me when I walk down the street. Not to sound stuck up or anything, but I'm hardly ugly, but I'm most definitely a tomboy, always have been and always will be, I don't really think that anything will change that. My mother couldn't, so no one else will. Still staring at myself in the mirror, watching as my work out shorts and short, tight crop top cling to my still sweaty and exhausted body, as my tanned skin glistens underneath the sweat. With my short purple hair a complete mess, and my big brown eyes still squinting from getting my bangs in them.
Giggling at the thought of how much my mother would disapprove of her youngest daughter looking in such a way, I walk off into a room just adjacent to this one, to shower and freshen up. Entering my large marble bathroom, with my walk in shower and high ceilings, I flip a switch on the wall, making the shower start to pour out hot water, as I put a towel readily on a hook next to my shower, take off my clothes and step into the hot water, feeling the relaxation from the water hitting my aching muscles.
Flashback …
"Now girls, what colour bow do we put onto a female skitty?" Smiling down at her five daughters, as they each started shouting their answers at her, and gently squabbling with one another about who was right. Giggling to herself, and settling down her rowdy gaggle of girls with a smile on her face, she states in a loving tone, "Pink. We use pink on a female skitty."
Martha Longdale was a beautiful woman in her prime, with long and perfectly straight brown hair, stunningly powerful blue eyes and full red lips. She could have any man that she ever wanted, and luckily for a man named Arthur, it was him that a young and beautiful Martha lusted after. Within months, the two were married and trying to have children, at first it was difficult as there was an apparent problem with Martha conceiving any children what so ever. But determined to prove everyone wrong, the pair continued trying, and over the course of seven years, they had conceived and given birth to five beautiful little girls.
Looking after them all wasn't exactly easy, with a rowdy bunch of girls, all with strong personalities from a young age, many arguments and fights broke out between them all. But at the end of the day, they were all happy, and safe, in a large house just out of the way of a large city, in the forest, surrounded by nature.
As her children were growing up, their father was often away on business trips, to both promote his wife's talents as a pokestylist as well as selling the products that were made by the staff in many factories that they owned. These products were usually ways for trainers and lovers of pokemon to help look after their pokemon, inspired by his wife, there was shampoos, brushes, bows and anything and everything else needed to make pokemon look their best.
With time ticking on every day, and with her daughters growing up at a fast rate, Martha thought it was time to teach her girls about the business that they would soon inherit, and also teach them things that they would surely be amazing at simply because she was, it was in their genes to be amazing pokestylists after all.
Her oldest daughter Kimberly, was most like her in personality, already seemingly having an interest in boys from a young age, as well as being very coy and clever in how she talks to people. With long blonde hair she would grow up to be very beautiful. Next in order of age were the twins, Melissa and Melanie, whose looks were just like Martha's, having long and straight brown hair with a duller shade of their mother's eyes. The bossiest of her five girls, Christina, with a long and thick mass of light green and curly hair, which she inherited from her father, not to mention having bright blue eyes just like her mothers sparkling pair. The last daughter she had given birth to was Alisha, much different from the rest of her siblings, she seemed to always want to keep her long purple hair out of her way, and was constantly tying it up any opportunity she got, her eyes were also a deep, almost red, brown.
Despite always being the one in the background, Alisha would often stick out to people who came to see the family; she was just as energetic and rowdy as her siblings, yet she seemed to lack a certain interest for the styling that her mother and sisters were always into. Much more interested in being in nature, in running into the lake and attempting to play with the few poliwag who lived there in the warmer months, and the bug pokemon who seemed to swarm the trees that surrounded the big house. Martha was shocked to learn one day that her youngest daughter intended to become a pokemon trainer, and to leave home when she reached the right age to set out on her journey.
With tears in her eyes she pleaded with the young trainer not to go on her tenth birthday, but soon realized nothing would stop Alisha and so decided to help her along by giving her her very first pokemon. A poliwag, one of the ones she had constantly been playing with throughout her life, and with that Alisha set off to her professor to get what she needed in order to set off on her pokemon journey.
Alisha had not always wanted to specialise in bug pokemon, but after being rescued by a butterfree from a pack of poochyena after stepping too close into their territory, she decided to devote her life to the protection of bug pokemon and to train them professionally.
… Flashback
Stepping out of the shower, and hurriedly wrapping her towel around herself, Alisha quickly started to dry herself off, and then proceed to wander to her bedroom to get changed into her regular attire. As she walked through the hallway, and past a rather decorative purple leaved plant, a large TV on her right suddenly flicked on, showing two young trainers squabbling in the middle of the street, just outside of her gym. Chuckling to herself and remembering how her and her old companion Jack used to argue so similarly, she continued off to her bedroom.
Throwing her towel onto her bed, and going over to some draws pulling out some underwear, she put them on, and gazed in the mirror once again, noticing how her hair had seemingly gotten darker since she last bothered to pay real attention to it. Just smoothing it over, still a little damp, it seems to settle into place with her pixie-like locks clinging to her face and head. Walking over to her wardrobe, a large wooden mahogany thing, housing all of her clothing, she pulls out her usual clothes. A tan vest top, with tan shorts, high white socks and brown shoes, not to mention her signature safari hat that she is rarely seen without.
It was Alisha's job to go easy on new trainers, after the majority of rookie trainers started their journeys; it was usually Alisha that they came to for their first gym battle experience. This was something that she took pride in doing, as it allowed for trainers to get a taste of whether they are ready to proceed on their journeys or not, with a lot of them returning back home for a short period as they weren't able to get through the first part to becoming a successful trainer, beating Alisha in a gym battle.
Alisha thought of her job as making sure that trainers were safe, and making sure they were powerful and ready enough to face the dangers that lay ahead of them, whilst venturing the world on their own.
As another TV flickered on in her bedroom, Alisha gazed up at it; to see the two squabbling trainers she had seen earlier entering her gym. It was time for a battle. Running out of her room, and down the corridor and then running down the stairs she casually walked out a door that lie before her and enter her gym, still out of view from the trainers. Her gym was overgrown with plants and trees, with various statues of iconic bug pokemon scattered around, such as a butterfree, beedrill and yanmega.
As she steps into her half of the battling arena, the two trainers come round a corner of trees to find her awaiting them.
"Hi there trainers. I am the Gym Leader of Beezed Town, and my name is Alisha. Which of you will I be battling?" Shouting from across the gym, the female trainer steps to the side and watches as her companion keeps walking forward to enter a battle stance.
"My name is Marcus, and I guess... I guess I will be the one to battle you." Speaking in a timid voice, his brown hair falling in his eyes behind his black rimmed glasses, a tattered pair of glasses if there ever was some, with a plaster barely keeping the two halves together. Not to mention his oversized green t-shirt, and light brown shorts with his brown bag and brown shoes. Making him look very outdoorsy.
As Marcus looks over to his companion, a pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair and freckles covering her pale face. They nod at one another for reassurance.
Thinking to herself, this guy reminds me of myself in my youth, Alisha begins to speak. "Right then, lets get started shall we? We will each use two pokemon, and no switching is allowed, which ever one of us doesn't exhaust our pokemon out first, wins."
Throwing a ball into the air, Alisha's shouts of excitement can be heard echoing from across the gym as a wurmple exits it's pokeball. All the while, Marcus throwing a ball into the air, his lips moving, but the sound drowned out by Alisha's own screams, as his own cyndaquil appears through the bright light.
"Wurmple, use string shot immediately." Throwing her arm in the air and pointing at Marcus' Cyndaquil in an excited fashion, her own pokemon sets into action. As white string begins to erupt from the bug pokemon's mouth, and head straight for Cyndaquil, however Marcus issues his own commands.
"Use ember to burn the string shot!" Still in his quiet and timid voice, Cyndaquil begins to shoot small flames from its own mouth, burning the substance upon compact, mere feet away from where pokemon and master are standing.
With a clear look of frustration on Wimple's face, both of the pokemon's attacks end while smoke still rises from the battling ground, with a look to his companion once again, a fiery personality suddenly emerges from Marcus as more orders come screaming from his mouth. Much to the surprise of Alisha, who could only tell her Wurmple to dodge the sudden quick attack coming from the little fire pokemon, and then take her chance to get revenge.
"Poison sting! Do it now while its back is turned from you!" Stopping in its tracks, Wurmple launches itself towards the other pokemon with its tanned and red tail before it, edging closer towards Cyndaquil all the while shooting tiny purple barbs from it, each of them hitting the foe pokemon with a shocking amount of force. As Alisha watched on with a smile on her face at her surprise attack, her smile is soon wiped off of her face once she sees the worried expression on Marcus' face at hearing his pokemon's little yelps of pain.
"Stop it now Wurmple and use bug bite." Switching to a much less distressing tactic, her pokemon switches position mid flight and with an even faster movement, launches itself towards Cyndaquil and as it lands a quick crunch can be heard as its teeth sink into the fire pokemon. Causing it to fall onto the floor, with Wurmple standing upon it, exhausted and unconscious, the power of the attack combined with the strain of poison having caused all of its energy to deplete.
"Wurmple come back here." Seeing her pokemon slowly wander back to her side, as if nothing had happened she looks up to see Marcus with two pokeballs in his hands. And with a command returns Cyndaquil whilst ordering his next pokemon to enter the battle.
"Cyndaquil return, you did great buddy." And with a flash of light the unconscious pokemon is returned to the pokeball in his right hand. "Now, Pidgey. I need you to win this, come on out!" And from the left pokeball, a pidgey emerges with a determined look on its face. Barely leaving enough time to put his pokeballs back in his pockets, Marcus lunges straight into his next act of battle, "Pidgey use sand attack, now."
As the bird pokemon rises higher into the hair, Alisha watches on, "Wurmple, be fast about this. Use your string shot to wrap a cocoon around yourself."
As the bug pokemon rushes to do it's master's bidding, Pidgey prepares to execute its attack upon the foe pokemon that is now below it, still rising higher it spins once in the air and spreads its wings wider, and with one final flap of it's wings, a giant dust cloud is sent crashing to the arena floor, making Alisha twist her body away to avoid getting the sand in her eyes, just praying that her own pokemon completed its mission in time. With Marcus cupping his glasses with his hands, and then feeling his Pidgey land down on his shoulder, chirping its sweet song, he cheers, but all for nothing.
As the sand clears a white, egg shaped cocoon can be seen in front of Alisha, as she smiles both to herself and menacingly to the young trainer before her. A gasp can be heard form both Marcus and his companion.
"Use bug bite to free yourself from this Wurmple. And prepare to fight." As another crunching sound can be heard, a small hole appears in the egg shaped shield, as Wurmple pops out and the shield it was hiding in, begins to disintegrate. "I think it's time to finish this, lunge forward and use bug bite on that Pidgey!"
By now Pidgey had flown and landed back onto the field, and could see the bug pokemon come flying towards it, "NOW Pidgey, use gust!" Flapping it's wings rapidly, it begins to lift off of the floor, as a sudden rush of air is sent towards the approaching Wurmple, and with one final effort, a gale force wind is sent flying towards the worm pokemon, knocking it off course. Sending it flying backwards and landing in front of its trainer with swirls for its eyes.
"A very impressive move!" Alisha's shouting from across the gym causes Marcus to break out into a wide smile, and bow his head slightly as a thank you. Returning her fallen pokemon, she calls out her next pokemon with a might war cry, "Combee, let's show true power." Erupting from a pokeball in a flurry of lights comes a yellow pokemon, with a smirk on its three faces.
Adjusting his glasses to get a better look at the pokemon, a look of wonder appearing on his face at this unusual looking species, but once again regaining his composure, and ordering his own pokemon to use gust.
"Combee, counter its attack with your own gust!" As both of the pokemon send out their attacks, them both countering once another and merely sending a rush of air at their master's feet. Causing both of their shorts to flail around at the bottoms.
"Swift, now quickly Combee." As the tiny bee pokemon begins to send out golden stars towards its opponent, Marcus sets a plan into motion, a plan that may win him this battle.
"Pidgey, dodge those stars! Fly as high up as you can, without losing manoeuvrability." As the bird pokemon lifts off the ground just as some stars penetrate the slightly sandy ground where it once stood, it flies upwards, wings spread wide as it dodges the continuous and endless amount of stars being shot at it from the Combee's combined mouths. "Now Pidgey use quick attack, hit Combee hard!" As the bird pokemon changed direction, and swiftly flies straight for Alisha's pokemon there isn't anything she can do except watch as he pokemon is hit with a powerful attack, sending it flying, and knocking it out. Losing her the match.
With cheers erupting from Marcus, and his companion running over to him and jumping at him for a hug, but instead knocking the pair of them off of their feet and making them land in a heap on the floor, smiling at one another as they make eye contact. Watching Pidgey fly back to its owner, Alisha returns her pokemon and walks over to the two trainers still in a tangle on the floor of her gym, suddenly standing up Marcus returns his pokemon and helps his companion up onto her feet, holding her hand, not looking as if he intends on letting it go.
Reaching out to shake his hand, a smile on her face, Alisha speaks in a cool tone, "Well done young trainer, there is much potential in what I have seen of you so far. It's not everyday I battle someone as experienced as you!" With her other hand she pulls out something from her pocket, and opens her fist straight in front of his now free hand, as Alisha puts hers back in her pocket. "This is the Crawly Badge. In receiving this, it proves you are ready to enter the world of pokemon battles, and to become a world class trainer." Handing him the small, triangular orange badge, Alisha smiles one more time before watching the two young trainers before her turn away and laugh, exiting her gym.
Special thanks to pontiger27 for the character "Alisha Longdale" :D
Wow two updates in two days. AMAZING for me .. Lol.
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