Phantom Rider: Chapter 5
A/N: (Dances around) YES!!! THIS IS THE MOST REVIEWS I'VE EVER GOTTEN FOR A STORY!! Here! (Gives all the reviewers a platter of cookies each). Thanks Gema J. Gall, Carbonite4, Morban, and Thunder mouse pikachu for the constant revews. It's getting to the end, so keep on reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, or it's characters just mine.
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~Sara's POV~
I chew irritably on the eraser of my pencil.
"You know, that's a bad habit," Tracy comments as he comes in carrying an armload of firewood.
I shoot him an irritated look as I look up from studying the list of pokemon that my opponent uses. "And you never do the same thing."
He shrugs and looks sheepish as he plops down next to me, "I never said that."
I make a face at him as I go back to my notes.
It's been about two weeks ever since I got here, and the competitions intense.
Not including the fact that I have to go to every competition to see what the other competitors use.
Well, at least tomorrow is the championship battle.
Then, it's off to the Elite Four...
If I can beat my opponent, which seems an impossibility right now.
"Can't find a pattern?" Tracy asks sympathetically as he puts the wood into a teepee.
"No, he never uses the same pokemon, never the same types, I'm totally stumped." I say, sighing in frustration as Sue starts the fire on the wood with her ember.
"Let me see..." he says, as I hand over the notebook.
"Found it," he declares two minutes later.
I glare at him as he hands back my notebook with a triumphant smile. "Well, what is it?"
"See for yourself."
I shoot him a nasty glance as I look at the notebook, and then smack my hand against my forehead as I realize what it is. "I'm an idiot."
I whistle as loudly as I can, and in a minute all my pokemon are around me.
I study them carefully, some are raring to go, and some are about to drop on their feet. "All of the tired ones go."
With a bit of grumbling, my pokemon that can't make it through another battle leave.
I scan over them slowly; thinking about the ones that would work with type of strategy, "Bulldog," and instantly my Granbull comes bounding forward, eager to battle.
"Muscle," Machamp is next.
The last one should be one that's totally unexpected.
"Sheep," my Ampharos completes the three.
"Why Sheep?" Tracy asks as I recall all three of them to rest for tomorrow.
"You'll see." I say with a mysterious smile as I stretch out and relax for the night.
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"This is it, folks, the championships. Two trainers have gotten this far, but only one will be declared the champion. Who will it be? The trainer Matthew Coddinagn who has battled his way easily through the ranks? Or the mysterious Phantom Rider who has appeared out of nowhere and seems to be dominating the competition."
I ignore the roar of the crowd as I walk up to my opponent, Buddy eagerly trotting beside me.
I offer my hand with a smile, even though it can't be seen through the mask: "Good luck."
He smiles, and takes my hand without hesitating: "You too, and may the best trainer win."
I turn and walk to the platform, feeling it slowly start to rise.
Then in what seems in slow motion, the ref asks if we're ready.
I take a deep breath...
So much is riding on this.
The fate of Johto, the fate of the Elite Four,
and the fate of any trainer that might be considered a threat to the Pokemon League.
Am I really ready for this?
Without hesitating, I nod.
"BEGIN!"
"Go, Gengar!"
"Go, Bulldog!"
I smile as my opponent looks caught off guard at my choice of a Granbull, and realizes that I already have the upper hand.
"Hypnosis!"
"Close your eyes and use Crunch!" I snap, already knowing about the big weakness that my opponent has.
I smile as he obeys, almost taking out Gengar.
He hesitates, stuck on which move to use next: "Night Shade!"
I shake my head sadly at his obvious mistake; I knew that he depended on one move too much.
I wait until the move is completed, and then say: "Finish it, Crunch!"
He winces as he recalls Gengar, "Go, Golem!"
"Bulldog, return, and good job! Go, Muscle!" Machamp's next.
"Earthquake!"
"Cross-chop!"
Muscle attacks first, laying a devastating attack on the Golem, almost at the point of knocking him out.
The Golem's attack shook the stadium, and Muscle almost fell to the powerful attack.
"Rest, Golem!"
"Wait until he's asleep, and then lay it on him!" I order calmly.
Muscle did just that, KO'ing Golem easily.
"Go, Lapras!" He shouts recalling Golem and sending out the water/ice pokemon.
I smile, that's the biggest mistake so far that he's made.
"Muscle, return, great job! Go Sheep!" I yell, sending out my final pokemon, Ampharos.
"Lapras, Sing!"
"Try to..." I say just before the song starts, and Sheep is snoozing away.
I smile, perfect.
"Lapras, Ice Beam!"
"Sleep Talk!"
Matthew winces as a large amount of electricity comes down, frying the Lapras in an instant.
When the electricity clears, it's shown who's the winner.
"I don't believe it! Ladies and Gentlemen, the Phantom Rider defeated all her opponents' pokemon without losing one! Lets hear it for the new Champion!"
I ignore the cheering crowd as I walk up to my opponent after returning Sheep. "Good job, you got me with that pattern, until a friend spotted it." I say with a smile, once more offering my hand.
He smiles sheepishly as he takes my hand, "I thought nobody would find my pattern." He says.
Then the press comes mobbing up. Buddy growling at the sight of such a crowd. "Phantom Rider! Who are you really?" "Why did you seem so determined to win the championships?" "What are you going to do know that you won the championships?"
I say a simple sentence as I try to shove my way through the mob. "I'm going to defeat the Elite Four."
The press tries to corner me, but a warning Roar from my Growlithe stops them, and I leave in peace.
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"Couldn't you have been a little less cocky?" Tracy asks when I trudge back to the campsite, ten minutes after the championships.
I shrug, "it shows the Elite Four that I'm another cocky trainer that seems to think highly of myself and my pokemon. Gary was the same way, but what they don't know is that I'm the complete opposite, and I'm hoping to beat them. Thanks again for pointing out the fact that Matthew depends too heavily on sleep attacks."
"Who are you planning to use against Will tomorrow?" Tracy asks as I plop down, leaning against my favorite tree in the area.
"Howler, my Houndoom, Shadow, my Umbreon, Fiery, my Typhlosion, Mousie, my Raichu, and Zapper my Electabuzz." I say, ticking them off with my fingers.
"That's five, and you can use six." Tracy points out, stirring the fire.
I sigh, "I know, and I need all of them in some sort of way. Will also has a new pokemon that he's using that I don't know about if the guidebook this year is right."
Tracy frowns thoughtfully, "How good is Howler against Xatu's?"
"Pretty good, he has problems when they use the Fly attack, but he seems to have recovered against trying to attack it."
"What does Mousie know?"
"Mega Kick, Thunder, Thunder Wave, and Agility. Why?" I ask, staring at him in confusion.
"Use Howler and Mousie for backup. Put in one of your fire-types against his Ice or Grass. Mousie can KO any flying-type easily, and the Mega Kick could come in handy."
I stare at him, "you're right. All fire types, come here!"
Within minutes, they're all over.
I study them, Sue and Buddy are out, I want to save them for Koga and his bug types. Charmy's out, saved for Karen. I want to save one for Koga's Forretreess, so I need to choose carefully.
"You're going to use him?" Tracy asks in surprise as I recall all my chosen pokemon.
"Sure, I want show the Elite Four I'm serious, so why not? Anyway, it might surprise him." I say with a smile as I settle down for the night.
Ready to battle tomorrow.
TBC...
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A/N: I'm going to cover the Elite Four in very short chapters, I think that maybe this story is starting to drag, so I might not even cover all of the Elite Four. Please review.
A/N: (Dances around) YES!!! THIS IS THE MOST REVIEWS I'VE EVER GOTTEN FOR A STORY!! Here! (Gives all the reviewers a platter of cookies each). Thanks Gema J. Gall, Carbonite4, Morban, and Thunder mouse pikachu for the constant revews. It's getting to the end, so keep on reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, or it's characters just mine.
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~Sara's POV~
I chew irritably on the eraser of my pencil.
"You know, that's a bad habit," Tracy comments as he comes in carrying an armload of firewood.
I shoot him an irritated look as I look up from studying the list of pokemon that my opponent uses. "And you never do the same thing."
He shrugs and looks sheepish as he plops down next to me, "I never said that."
I make a face at him as I go back to my notes.
It's been about two weeks ever since I got here, and the competitions intense.
Not including the fact that I have to go to every competition to see what the other competitors use.
Well, at least tomorrow is the championship battle.
Then, it's off to the Elite Four...
If I can beat my opponent, which seems an impossibility right now.
"Can't find a pattern?" Tracy asks sympathetically as he puts the wood into a teepee.
"No, he never uses the same pokemon, never the same types, I'm totally stumped." I say, sighing in frustration as Sue starts the fire on the wood with her ember.
"Let me see..." he says, as I hand over the notebook.
"Found it," he declares two minutes later.
I glare at him as he hands back my notebook with a triumphant smile. "Well, what is it?"
"See for yourself."
I shoot him a nasty glance as I look at the notebook, and then smack my hand against my forehead as I realize what it is. "I'm an idiot."
I whistle as loudly as I can, and in a minute all my pokemon are around me.
I study them carefully, some are raring to go, and some are about to drop on their feet. "All of the tired ones go."
With a bit of grumbling, my pokemon that can't make it through another battle leave.
I scan over them slowly; thinking about the ones that would work with type of strategy, "Bulldog," and instantly my Granbull comes bounding forward, eager to battle.
"Muscle," Machamp is next.
The last one should be one that's totally unexpected.
"Sheep," my Ampharos completes the three.
"Why Sheep?" Tracy asks as I recall all three of them to rest for tomorrow.
"You'll see." I say with a mysterious smile as I stretch out and relax for the night.
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"This is it, folks, the championships. Two trainers have gotten this far, but only one will be declared the champion. Who will it be? The trainer Matthew Coddinagn who has battled his way easily through the ranks? Or the mysterious Phantom Rider who has appeared out of nowhere and seems to be dominating the competition."
I ignore the roar of the crowd as I walk up to my opponent, Buddy eagerly trotting beside me.
I offer my hand with a smile, even though it can't be seen through the mask: "Good luck."
He smiles, and takes my hand without hesitating: "You too, and may the best trainer win."
I turn and walk to the platform, feeling it slowly start to rise.
Then in what seems in slow motion, the ref asks if we're ready.
I take a deep breath...
So much is riding on this.
The fate of Johto, the fate of the Elite Four,
and the fate of any trainer that might be considered a threat to the Pokemon League.
Am I really ready for this?
Without hesitating, I nod.
"BEGIN!"
"Go, Gengar!"
"Go, Bulldog!"
I smile as my opponent looks caught off guard at my choice of a Granbull, and realizes that I already have the upper hand.
"Hypnosis!"
"Close your eyes and use Crunch!" I snap, already knowing about the big weakness that my opponent has.
I smile as he obeys, almost taking out Gengar.
He hesitates, stuck on which move to use next: "Night Shade!"
I shake my head sadly at his obvious mistake; I knew that he depended on one move too much.
I wait until the move is completed, and then say: "Finish it, Crunch!"
He winces as he recalls Gengar, "Go, Golem!"
"Bulldog, return, and good job! Go, Muscle!" Machamp's next.
"Earthquake!"
"Cross-chop!"
Muscle attacks first, laying a devastating attack on the Golem, almost at the point of knocking him out.
The Golem's attack shook the stadium, and Muscle almost fell to the powerful attack.
"Rest, Golem!"
"Wait until he's asleep, and then lay it on him!" I order calmly.
Muscle did just that, KO'ing Golem easily.
"Go, Lapras!" He shouts recalling Golem and sending out the water/ice pokemon.
I smile, that's the biggest mistake so far that he's made.
"Muscle, return, great job! Go Sheep!" I yell, sending out my final pokemon, Ampharos.
"Lapras, Sing!"
"Try to..." I say just before the song starts, and Sheep is snoozing away.
I smile, perfect.
"Lapras, Ice Beam!"
"Sleep Talk!"
Matthew winces as a large amount of electricity comes down, frying the Lapras in an instant.
When the electricity clears, it's shown who's the winner.
"I don't believe it! Ladies and Gentlemen, the Phantom Rider defeated all her opponents' pokemon without losing one! Lets hear it for the new Champion!"
I ignore the cheering crowd as I walk up to my opponent after returning Sheep. "Good job, you got me with that pattern, until a friend spotted it." I say with a smile, once more offering my hand.
He smiles sheepishly as he takes my hand, "I thought nobody would find my pattern." He says.
Then the press comes mobbing up. Buddy growling at the sight of such a crowd. "Phantom Rider! Who are you really?" "Why did you seem so determined to win the championships?" "What are you going to do know that you won the championships?"
I say a simple sentence as I try to shove my way through the mob. "I'm going to defeat the Elite Four."
The press tries to corner me, but a warning Roar from my Growlithe stops them, and I leave in peace.
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"Couldn't you have been a little less cocky?" Tracy asks when I trudge back to the campsite, ten minutes after the championships.
I shrug, "it shows the Elite Four that I'm another cocky trainer that seems to think highly of myself and my pokemon. Gary was the same way, but what they don't know is that I'm the complete opposite, and I'm hoping to beat them. Thanks again for pointing out the fact that Matthew depends too heavily on sleep attacks."
"Who are you planning to use against Will tomorrow?" Tracy asks as I plop down, leaning against my favorite tree in the area.
"Howler, my Houndoom, Shadow, my Umbreon, Fiery, my Typhlosion, Mousie, my Raichu, and Zapper my Electabuzz." I say, ticking them off with my fingers.
"That's five, and you can use six." Tracy points out, stirring the fire.
I sigh, "I know, and I need all of them in some sort of way. Will also has a new pokemon that he's using that I don't know about if the guidebook this year is right."
Tracy frowns thoughtfully, "How good is Howler against Xatu's?"
"Pretty good, he has problems when they use the Fly attack, but he seems to have recovered against trying to attack it."
"What does Mousie know?"
"Mega Kick, Thunder, Thunder Wave, and Agility. Why?" I ask, staring at him in confusion.
"Use Howler and Mousie for backup. Put in one of your fire-types against his Ice or Grass. Mousie can KO any flying-type easily, and the Mega Kick could come in handy."
I stare at him, "you're right. All fire types, come here!"
Within minutes, they're all over.
I study them, Sue and Buddy are out, I want to save them for Koga and his bug types. Charmy's out, saved for Karen. I want to save one for Koga's Forretreess, so I need to choose carefully.
"You're going to use him?" Tracy asks in surprise as I recall all my chosen pokemon.
"Sure, I want show the Elite Four I'm serious, so why not? Anyway, it might surprise him." I say with a smile as I settle down for the night.
Ready to battle tomorrow.
TBC...
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A/N: I'm going to cover the Elite Four in very short chapters, I think that maybe this story is starting to drag, so I might not even cover all of the Elite Four. Please review.