A young man of about eighteen years old steps into the small pillar of light eminating to the dark tunnel leading from the Trainer's Prep Room, up into the center arena in the League Stadium on Indigo Plateau. It is of course night, the stillness of the air is made even more heavier due to the quiet and eager on-lookers in the stands. The young man is wearing a black leather vest with a forest green undershirt beneath it, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black boots. His silvery green eyes gleam in the dully known stadium lights, his jet black hair reveals a dark blue tint to it. In his right hand, he holds a PokéBall.

The platform he stands on slowly rises, lifting him into the Trainer's Commanding Platform on the battlefield above. "Now that the winner of six tournaments in a row has finally came up to his post." starts an enthusiastic announcer, "Please welcome the Trainer from Saffron City, Kentra Farrunner!". The whole stadium erupts in enthusiastic cheers. He simply tosses the ball up and down with his hand sarcasticly. "And the challenger, all the way from Goldenrod City, please welcome the Gym Leader Whitney!" A few people in the stands, about five hundred out of five hundred thousand, cheer. This causes him to just smile at his challenger. A dainty girl of about fifteen years old with fair skin, pink-red hair, blue eyes, and wearing a white short sleeved shirt and white short shorts. "Hey!" Whitney says, "I am the Gym Leader of my hometown, so don't try and take it easy on me!". "Fine," he replies cooly, "This shouldn't take very long. So you can go back home soon, little girl, okay?"

She growls under her breath, "Don't call me little! I'll make you pay for those words!"

He sighs, "Fine, bring it on! I was hoping for some resistance!"

The scoreboard to his right flashes on, showing his Trainer's License photo, as well as Whitney's Gym Leader ID photo. Showing six PokéBall icons suddenly illuminating under each trainer's name and picture.

"As I said before, Kentra!" she closes her eyes thoughtfully, then reopens them, glaring at him, "I will not lose!"

"Then throw out your PokéBall first. Ladies first."

"Alright then," she takes out the first PokéBall from the belt she has around her waist, the ball expands, "Tauros! Go!" She tosses out the ball, the ball opens, a fan of light comes out, and the Tauros emerges. The ball snaps back to her hand.

"A Tauros, huh? This should be interesting." He tosses the ball in his hand, "Dragonite! You get to start this off!!" The ball hits the ground, the Dragonite emerges with a cry.

"Tauros! Use your Iron Tail attack!!" Tauros charges Dragonite head-on.

"Dragonite! Dodge and counter it!!"

Dragonite times its attacker carefully.

Tauros speeds up its charge but Dragonite still manages to dodge it, kicking the bull pokémon's back as it dodges.

Tauros trips and falls on its face, sliding for about five feet, stopping as it hits Kentra's trainer platform, dazing it. Kentra gets shaken up a bit, nothing major to worry about, just damage to the platform. "Dragonite! Slam it into the ground!" he commands his dragon pokémon.

Dragonite flies into the air, high enough to align itself with the platforms, and plummets to the ground onto the temporary fallen and dazed Tauros. The sound of a slight crack can be heard at ground level. Tauros cannot get up, even after Dragonite stands back up. "Oh my!" Whitney says, brokenhearted, "It can't be! Tauros return!" She holds out her hand with Tauros's pokéball in it, a red beam of energy emits from the ball onto the fallen pokémon, sending it back to the safety of the ball. The first PokéBall icon on her side on the scoreboard fades out.

"What's the matter, Gym Leader?" Kentra says mockingly, "Is my Dragonite too powerful for you? Why don't you just give up? It'll make your life easier."

"I can't just give up!" she takes out another PokéBall, "Mr. Mime! Go out there and defend the honor of your fallen comrade!" She tosses it out onto the battle field, a Mr. Mime emerges from its PokéBall. "Mime!" it cries.

"Alright then," he says, withdrawing Dragonite from battle, "Go!" he tosses out another ball. A Houndoom comes out, instantly eyeing the psychic-type. "Do as you must, Houndoom."

Whitney screams, "A dark-type?!"

"That's right."

"Mr. Mime! Baton Pass!" Mr. Mime actually makes a baton appear out of nowhere and vanishes, "Persian, get out there!" She tosses out the pokéball containing her Persian. Persian comes out with a long meow. "Persian, Shadow Ball!"

The arena becomes darker, a ball of energy forms in front of Persian, it paws the ball away lightly, sending the dark ball hurling towards the unaware Houndoom. "Houndoom! Evade!"

The Houndoom gets no time to respond, though, and is hit, and is sent flying backwards. The Persian slowly walks towards the dark pokémon. Houndoom suddenly gets back up on all fours and charges Persian at a pace faster than what a Persian can comprehend. It shrouds its body in a red aura, and bites into the Persian's tail hard.

"What the-?" Whitney says, shocked, "What's your Houndoom doing?!"

"I don't know," Kentra shrugs in response, "But it looks like it might kill Persian if it continues, you should withdraw from this battle and stay in your Gym forever. Or train more until you can come back."

"Stop insisting that I should give up!"

"Just trying to look out for your own training career, that's all..."

The Persian's screeches of pain can be heard throughout the stadium, Kentra notices that it is starting to bleed. "Alright. Houndoom let it go!" Houndoom does not obey, Kentra and Whitney both withdraw their pokémon at the same time.

"How about... you bring all the rest of your pokémon... and I bring out one of mine, that should give you a good fighting chance. Right?"

Whitney grunts sharply, "Alright, you win... everybody else..." she fills her arms with the pokéballs containing last remaining pokémon that are able to fight in her team, "Go..." she drops them onto the battle field. Mr. Mime, Donphan, Golduck, and Miltank emerge from their PokéBalls.

"Alright." he tosses a PokéBall out onto the field, "Let's finish this quickly, Scyther." The ball lands on the field and lets out his Scyther. "Think you can take Scyther on? Try it. I dare you!"

"Go! Squash that BUG!!" Whitney exclaims with some excitement in her voice, her pokémon obey and charge Scyther.

"Using the old power-in-numbers strategy, huh?" he snickers, but commends Whitney for her sincere resistance to not go down without a fight.

"Your Scyther doesn't stand a chance!"

"That's what you think. Scyther, start off with Steel Wing."

Scyther's wings become shiny and metallic, it flies into the air and dive bombs the pokémon on the ground and slashing with its wings at the same time, causing severe damage to each.

"What?! That's just a bug! It can't do that!" Her voice has some desperation in it. Her pokémon are extremely injured.

"Scyther! Use your inner power and finish those pokémon off, once and for all!!"

"Huh?" Whitney says, dumbfounded, "Inner power?"

Scyther's wings stiffen and stick straight up. It juts out its head and cries out, its eyes glow an amber color. Energy crackles and emerges from its body, its body glows amber. It fires a beam from between its stiffened wings, a beam big enough to envelope the group of pokémon. The beam fades a moment later, Whitney's pokémon fall.

"And there goes the Battle! Kentra Farrunner defeats Whitney, the Gym Leader of Goldenrod City in an awesome battle, as expected!" says the announcer, the crowd cries out Kentra's name repeatedly and entusiasticly. Kentra bows, Scyther flies up to and stands next to him, bowing as well; leaving Whitney defeated, heartbroken, and in tears.