by Martial Arts Master
The original concept of Pokemon and all related characters copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc., 4Kids, TV Tokyo, Satoshi Tajiri, and Wizards of the Coast. All characters I use as Pokewomen are copyrighted by their original creators and owners. I made up Rick and Orville, though. See the first chapter for the rules by which the Pokewomen world operates by. Now, on with the story.
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In the morning, Rick woke up, recalled his Pokewomen, checked out of the hotel with his Pokewomen, and then left Celadon City.
He soon came to a guardhouse, and he went inside.
Once inside, the guard said to him, "You can't go past here unless you have a bicycle."
"Why is that?" Rick asked.
"Because past here is Cycling Road," the guard answered. "Everyone's on a bicycle there. Pedestrians would probably get run over."
"Oh," Rick said, dejected.
He brightened. Maybe Cycling Road wouldn't get him anywhere special anyway.
"Where does Cycling Road lead to?" Rick asked.
"It leads to a forest, and the Fuschia City gym is in the middle of this forest," the guard said. "If you go past this forest, you'll get to Fuschia City."
Rick slapped his forehead in disgust. He had to get a bicycle somewhere.
He left the guardhouse, going back into Celadon City.
As he arrived in Celadon City, he was shocked.
Team Rocket members were everywhere, and they were waving their guns at everyone in the city.
"Give us all your Pokewomen, or we'll fill ya full of lead!" one of them said.
The citizens were cowering, but they didn't look like they would give them up anytime soon.
Luckily, Rick had an ace in the hole. The Team Rocket members didn't see him, and they didn't know he was there because he'd been in the guardhouse when they'd arrived.
He quietly released Inque, then whispered in her ear to take the guns away.
Inque chuckled evilly like the villain she was, then transformed herself into a gigantic ink puddle.
She snuck up on the Team Rocket members until she was under them, then suddenly thrust up several ink tentacles, snatching the guns away from the Team Rocket members.
"Hey, what?!" they all shouted in unison, surprised.
"Inque, kick these losers' butts and get them out of here," Rick said, bored at an inevitable outcome.
"With pleasure," Inque said.
Inque started beating the Team Rocket members up with ink whips, and then she used an ink tentacle to throw the Team Rocket members over the horizon.
"Good job," Rick said, recalling Inque.
"Thanks, you saved our lives!" a little boy with a bicycle said. "How can we repay you?"
Rick was about to say that he needed no reward, when he remembered that he needed a bicycle to get to Cycling Road.
"Well, that bicycle would be nice," Rick said.
"Here, take it," the little boy said, giving Rick the bicycle. "I never use this ugly old thing anyway."
Rick couldn't believe his luck. He rushed back to the guardhouse.
Once inside the guardhouse, the guard said, "So, you got yourself a bicycle? Then by all means, go right through."
"Thanks," Rick said, and he went out the other side of the guardhouse.
Once outside, Rick got on his bicycle.
He started bicycling down the road ahead of him.
It looked like it would be smooth sailing all the way down.
That's when he noticed something.
Other cyclists wearing gangster outfits were starting to form a circle.
If he kept going he'd crash into one of them.
He stopped his bike.
The leader of the people said, "Hello there, we're the Bridge Bike Gang! We take wallets from any cyclists we happen to come across, unless they can properly introduce themselves."
Rick was confused. Why would a gang leave somebody alone just because the person introduced himself? There had to be a catch.
"Hello, my name is Rick," Rick said, introducing himself.
"Not that way, you dummy!" the leader said. "When I say introduction, I mean Pokewomen battle. You can choose to battle any one of us, but if you lose, we don't just take some of your money like winners are supposed to; we take the whole wallet!"
Rick groaned. He knew there had to be a catch.
"And what if I win?" Rick asked.
"If by some miracle you win the battle, you get to take the wallet of the one you beat," the leader said.
"Can't I just leave?" Rick asked futilely.
"Nope, sorry," one of the gang leader's cronies spoke up.
"To choose which one to battle, just point to one of us," the leader said.
"Ok," Rick said, immediately pointing to a very young gang member standing to the leader's left. Rick figured this one was probably the easiest.
"Fine, you can battle me," the leader said.
Rick was shocked. Obviously the leader had thought Rick had pointed to him!
"No, I meant the kid next to you!" Rick shouted.
"Don't try to stall for time, dingbat!" the leader shouted. The leader threw a Poke Ball and said, "Go, Queen Beryl!"
A red-haired evil-looking lady in a blue dress with a staff came out of the Poke Ball.
Rick pointed his Pokedex at the Pokewoman.
The Pokedex said, "Queen Beryl. This character is from an Earth TV show called Sailor Moon. She is a villain. She can put someone under an eternal sleep spell that only she can deactivate, she can brainwash someone, and she can fire black lightning or pink energy orbs at her opponents."
Rick gulped. No wonder this guy had become the gang leader, Queen Beryl sounded like a tough cookie.
Well, Rick would fight toughness with toughness.
"Go, Inque!" Rick said, sending out Inque.
"Queen Beryl, brainwash this freak!" the gang leader commanded.
"As you wish," Queen Beryl said, making some hand motions.
Inque was not about to let herself be controlled, though, and she smashed herself into Queen Beryl before Queen Beryl could complete the spell.
"Now, toss her away!" Rick said.
Inque wrapped an ink tentacle around Queen Beryl and threw her into the air.
"Some black lightning'll do the trick," the gang leader said.
Queen Beryl recovered in mid-air and threw black lightning at Inque.
Inque merely slid out of the way.
Inque then turned into a hammer made out of ink, bashing Queen Beryl over the head.
Queen Beryl gave a shocked gasp, then fell unconscious.
"What the---" the gang leader said, unable to believe he'd lost so quickly.
"You lost, now give me your wallet," Rick said.
The gang leader cursed, but tossed his wallet over to Rick.
Rick didn't want two wallets, so he simply took the money from the newly acquired wallet, put it into his own wallet, then tossed the now-empty wallet back to the gang leader.
"Here, keep this as a souvenir of your loss," Rick said, laughing.
Inque laughed too and said, "When you mess with a trainer like Rick, you're asking for trouble."
Rick then recalled Inque and cycled on.
He soon could see the guardhouse at the other end of the road.
Just as he was about to reach it, there was a hissing sound.
Rick looked down and saw that his tires had somehow gone flat.
Then he saw the needle-sharp darts sticking to them. Apparently the gang leader had thrown them, being a sore loser.
Rick would have gone after that creep, but he didn't want to be caught on the road without a bicycle.
He just made it inside the guardhouse before the flat tires caused his bike to completely stop.
Rick then went out the other side of the guardhouse, having lost a bike, but gained some money, and gained access to his next adventure...
To be continued...
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You're probably thinking, "Oh no, not another new trainer fic that the author won't bother to finish!" Well, let me tell you, I hate those kinds of fics too, and let me tell you in advance that I DO plan on finishing this fic. I never start a fic that I don't intend to finish. In fact, if I'm lying about planning to finish the fic, may I get pounded by a madman. E-mail all questions and comments to bleifer@msn.com.