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The second part of the first round starts now.
Neutral P.O.V
It's noon. Everyone eats lunch, brought by Bianca. Meanwhile, Whitney is battling in the dome. After very short minutes, she already comes back to the Victory High locker room but no one bothered to look at the screen. Only Brock did, but he missed the match and only saw Whitney being cheered, victorious.
"Did you see that?! That match was super duper great!" She declares cheerfully. "But my opponent looked scared at the end though; he was foaming at the mouth for some reason."
"I'm happy for you Whitney." Brock replies.
After Whitney's group was done with all their matches, Skyna's turn finally comes.
"Watch me guys! I'll give you a flying experience you won't forget!"
"Do your worst, girl…" Tyler says with his eyes already on the screen.
"It's Skyna. Idiot…" She answers and leaves.
From the screen, everyone watches as Skyna enters the stage.
"FROM VICTORY HIGH, HERE COMES THE FLYING SKYNA!" The announcer introduces her.
He then shows the other corner.
"AND FROM ROCK ACADEMY, HERE IS EVERETT!"
A long brown haired hoodlum shows up.
"Swellow, fly away!" Swellow screams as it comes out.
"Come on, Swalot!" The Poison type appears.
"BATTLE BEGIN!"
"Swellow, Quick Attack!" The fast move hurts Swalot before it could react. But it still looks fine.
"Swalot, use Sludge!" The disgusting slime ball heads for its opponent.
"Dodge, and answer with Brave Bird!" Swellow dodges easily and tucks in its wings to give the devastating collision.
"Counter with Body Slam!" Swalot stops the attack but takes some damage in the process. It then presses all its weight on the Flying type to keep it down. "Now, use Toxic!" The poison spreads all over Swellow. It's now poisoned badly.
"Get out of there Swellow!" Swellow struggles and gets out but pants in pain. "Now, fly high." Swellow flies all the way to the dome roof. "Use Façade, let's go!" The bird Pokémon crashes on Swalot like a missile before its trainer could even blink. It's over.
"IT'S A DIRECT HIT! SWALOT IS UNABLE TO BATTLE; SWELLOW IS THE WINNER! SO THE VICTORY GOES TO SKYNA!"
Her victory was announced and the crowd goes crazy. The punk from Rock Academy rage quits the place. Skyna smiles when she sees her sister Skyla clapping in the heated crowd. Tyler in the locker room looks impressed. But he'll never admit it to her though…
15 minutes later…
Jimmy's Azumarill is staggering before Brock's Relicanth. They've been fighting for 4 minutes but Azumarill couldn't inflict strong enough damage to the sturdy Pokémon. The field was converted into a pool so both Water types could fight. But it was not enough to take the upper hand.
"So this is the skill of an A class? I should've known…"
"You've been doing well. I understand why you defeated Bianca." Brock states calmly.
"We're not done yet! If I defeated an A class then... Then I can defeat you too!"
"Bianca may have the same rank than me, but I'm… Far stronger than she is." He replies undisturbed.
(Oh no!)
"… Time to end this. Relicanth, Head Smash."
"Azumarill, counter with…" But it's too late. Relicanth strikes and Azumarill is felled by the attack. It doesn't get any recoil damage thanks to its ability Rock Head.
"It was a good battle, but you can still qualify if you win 2 other matches. Good luck to you." Brock finishes with his arms crossed.
"AND THE WINNER IS BROCK!"
Brock then walks away…
And a bit later…
Things were heating up in group 6 as Jack and Daniel were fighting one another. But despite Daniel's valiant efforts, the match is terribly one-sided. Jack's Lucario blocked all of Voltorb's attacks with one paw. No Charge Beam, Sonic Boom or even Thunder could put a dent in Lucario's defense. It didn't even bother to dodge the attacks, or strike back. Voltorb is tired from attacking in vain. Daniel doesn't know what to do anymore.
"For a C-class, you are not that bad. I can see you and Tyler fighting side by side helped you progress quickly. Good, VERY good!" Jack grins. "But you have hit your limit, give up."
"I know I'm still too weak. But I promised myself to never give up and keep moving forward. That's why I'll give my all against you! Come at me! I'm ready! Voltorb, let's do this together!" Daniel screams. At those words, Voltorb surges with energy and gets bigger; it's evolving! Even tired, Electrode still wants to fight. "Yes! Now let's go, Electrode! Thunderbolt!"
Jack smiles; sadistically excited: "Great, it's GREAT! Lucario, dodge it!" It dodges rather easily. "Now use Aura Sphere!" As if acknowledging Daniel as a worthy opponent, Lucario finally dodges and attacks. The orb of light easily plows through the Electric type. The battle is over.
"ELECTRODE IS UNABLE TO BATTLE! LUCARIO IS THE WINNER SO THE VICTOR IS JACK FROM VICTORY HIGH!"
Jack and Daniel go back to the locker room together. Daniel still has a chance to qualify…
Afternoon is beginning. It is now time for the matches of Group 7.
"NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE BATTLE FROM VICTORY HIGH! A C CLASS TRAINER WHO MANAGED TO QUALIFY WITH DETERMINATION, BORIS!"
Boris comes out of the Victory High locker room. Once in place, he nervously waits for his opponent.
"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS AND POWERFUL SCHOOL ELYSIUM, THE ONLY CONTESTANT REPRESENTATIVE OF ELYSIUM FOR THIS TOURNAMENT, PLEASE WELCOME THE NOBLE ERNEST!"
"Tch, I'll have to perform in front of all those plebeians? Pearls before Piloswine. But it is always a good opportunity to prove our skill is unreachable to all the peasants from the other schools. The only reason for Elysium's participation perhaps…" As he mumbles, Ernest comes down the stairs from the honorary box. He is wearing a white shirt with frills at the sleeves at black classy trousers. He looks like some person from high class society. The elite of the elite. He is heavily applauded.
The two opponents look at each other.
"N-nice to meet you. Let's have a good match."
"…"
"W-what do you say?"
"I'm supposed to have a duel with this weak fat Grumpig? What foolishness is this? Anyway, let's get this mockery of a match over with." Boris is shocked by the snobbish response.
"W-what?! That's not the way a competitor should behave. Where is the respect?"
"Oh? Trash does have claims after all, I see. Oh well, I hope you can at least entertain me."
"Zigzagoon, battle!" Boris's Zigzagoon comes out.
"A Zigzagoon? This fight really isn't worth the effort… Come forth, Ninetales!" A beautiful Ninetales appears.
"BATTLE START!"
"Zigzagoon, use Tackle!" Zigzagoon heads straight for the Fire type.
"Use Flamethrower…" The move roasts the poor Zigzagoon before it could even close in. Boris calls it back.
"ZIGZAGOON IS UNABLE TO BATTLE! WHAT POWER! ELYSIUM DOESN'T MESS AROUND! THE WINNER IS THE ILLUSTRIOUS ERNEST!"
"Tch, there is no glory in taking down such trash. It couldn't even be called a one-sided fight. I sure hope the others aren't waste of space and time like this greasy germ." Complains Ernest while leaving. Those words profoundly hurt Boris who goes back to the locker room sheepishly.
"Don't let that snob jerk get to you. You can still qualify; you might even get your revenge." Jimmy tries to comfort his friend.
"Yeah, yeah! If you excuse me I like to be left alone for a moment." He replies as he disappears to the toilet.
"That bastard will pay for this!" Jimmy rages.
"Yeah, yeah. When you're done with your TV drama attitude, could you please move over? My turn is next."
"Roxie… You."
"Tch, still so bitchy, I see." Tyler says about Roxie's attitude to Jimmy. He glares at her like death itself. Roxie smiles at this.
"Hoh! That stare of yours is such a… Turn on." Roxie whispers to Tyler as she gets out.
Effectively, it's Group 8's turn to compete.
"AND THE POISONOUS ROXIE COMES TO FIGHT!" (…)
Tyler didn't bother to watch her match. But apparently, Roxie won easily after the opposing trainer was poisoned during the confrontation by 'accident'. Because of that, she doesn't need to fight anymore and gets automatically qualified for the second round, along with the other victor of her group: A hoodlum from Rock Academy.
It was a very long Afternoon…
Tyler and Jack pass with flying colors in their second match, with almost 1 hit K-Os each. Whitney won again while no one was looking, qualifying in the process. Skyna let Fletchling have fun with its opponent and qualified Skyna to all the arena's (except Skyla) surprise. Cheren wins again without breaking a sweat and Brock leaves no chance to his opponent. Daniel and Jimmy gave a heroic struggle by being constricted with two matches that they all won tenaciously. But Boris couldn't be focused, as he was completely demoralized, he lost his two remaining matches. Needless to say that Ernest's dominance qualified him right at the second match. During this intense battling, the announcer was on fire.
"GOOD, GREAT, AWESOME, OUTSTANDING, AMAZING! (Etc…)"
It's now late afternoon…
The 16 qualified for the knockout of the second round are in the middle of the dome on front of the heated crowd. Ernest winks at Roxie: Very good job. You shall get your paycheck at the end of the competition." He whispers.
"Of course, it's a good job! Who do you think I am?"
"Oh! Yes, of course."
"AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TURN YOUR EYES TO THE TOURNAMENT BOARD! HERE ARE THE MATCHUPS FOR THE KNOCKOUT! GET A LOAD OF THIS!"
Tyler
V.S
Whitney
Skyna
V.S
Roxie
Jack
V.S
Tyson
Ratzky
V.S
Daniel
Ernest
V.S
Celia
Klancy
V.S
Jimmy
Cheren
V.S
Lana
Brock
V.S
Mike.
"AND THE MATCHES ARE UP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! FROM NOW ON, THEY ARE 3 ON 3! THE FIRST MATCH WILL BEGIN IN TEN MINUTES, SO BOTH THE CONTESTANTS AND YOU, DEAR AUDIENCE, CAN BE READY FOR THIS EPIC MOMENT! AND YOU TOO, PEOPLE WATCHING AT HOME, YOU BETTER BE READY SO YOU DON'T MISS THIS! *Cough**cough*."
"So I'm up against you, Whitney, huh?"
"I feel this will be awesome!" She answers, excited.
"But I won't pull any punches. Hope you're ready!"
"Yes! Let's both give it our all! We'll fight seriously against each other for the first time, after all." She says before leaving to the locker room with a smile.
However, when she is out of sight from Tyler and the others, she pulls a Poké Ball from her pocket.
"Hey, my little Miltank! You never played with Tyler before. It's gonna be very, very fun. Hee hee, Tyler may be awesome, but he's in for an entertaining surprise."
A 10 minute break can go very fast…
I hope you enjoyed it. Next week, the knockouts…
