Ok, this should be up fast. Inspiration big time, an idea, and all the info I need for the moment. I'd be correct in assuming the Ash's main rival is a jerk?

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Gary. Standing on the hill, Umbreon on his shoulder, rock in his hand. "I was told this was the gym." He says again, before looking at the bunch. "Oh, lookie, it's wimp. How's wimp doing? Don't tell me wimp decided to try for badges."

Ash grits his teeth to keep from replying nastily- there is, after all, a kid nearby. "Nice to see you to, Gary."

"What, is wimpy little-" A rock goes speeding at, and hits, his head. He falls over, his umbreon being crushed under him.

"Right on target." Catalina walks over, looks down at him, and spits on his face. "Your manners are horrible, your aim is bad, and you smell like a snorlax after a mud bath."

Ash's, Mistys, and Brocks mouths drop open. She was a little young to swear, so it was understandable why she didn't, but still. . .

"I am Myra, and YOU are an idiot. Why should I bother fighting you? You won't last through the battle." Shouts Myra, coming up the hill quickly. "By the way, nice aim Cat."

"Thanks," Acknowledges Cat, grinning, causing Ash and co. to stare more. At the looks on their faces, she laughs. "You're not a jerk, otherwise battle two would've taken place outside, and you'd be in much worse shape. A simple move called rock throw." At this Ash had to laugh. Myra had told him this league was made to test pokemon and human trust, along with many other things. Playing nice HAD to have been one of those other things!

Myra walks over to Gary, who is slowly getting to his feet. His umbreon gets up too, a bit smushed but otherwise all right. "So YOU'RE Myra. I want a pokemon battle!"

"Not until you apologize to my sister."

"That little squirt is your sister? Yeah, right!"

"Sister and co-gym leader." Inserts Cat, not looking surprised. "You can fight her in a pokemon battle and me in another, or vice versa."

"What, you train pokemon? Yeah right!" Catalina reaches out with her left leg, hooks him about the back, causing to topple onto his umbreon again, before kicking him. Gary closes his legs just in time. She kneels on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Ash, Misty, and Brock just stand there STARING. I mean, she looks so ordinary, like a six year old! But she was beating Gary half to death, and not looking particularly merciful. Ash winces involuntarily when he thinks of what she could've done to him. . . it wouldn't have been pretty.

"Yes, I train pokemon, yes, you're a jerk, yes, you won't last ten seconds, yes, you need a printed set of rules for these gyms, yes, I'm going easy on you because I like umbreons, yes, I won't kill you, yes, I'm her sister, and I think that about covers what you need to know at the moment." Lists Catalina, a not nice look in her eyes. Gary turns Blue from having a heavy kid on his chest. "Oh, right, yes, I will let you breathe. Eventually." She stares at him, her bright blue eyes turning ice.

Gary passes out. Myra begins to applaud, then grabs her sister by the shoulder and hauls her up. "Don't kill him." She orders her sister sternly.

"Does that mean we can't tie him up in the woods, dangle him from a tree branch, coat him in sticky pokemon food, and watch the result?" Asks Cat, a small grin on her face. Misty can't help giggling. They don't know who he is, but they easily guessed he was a jerk, and it seemed that, while Myra's mature enough about handling buttheads, Cat's milking it for all it's worth.

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase?"

"No."

"How about we leave off the food part then?"

"We-ell. . ."

"Yes!" Shouts Cat, obviously proud of winning the argument. "I'll be back at noon!" She nearly shouts, picking up Gary and dragging him into the forest, leaving his umbreon on the ground. Within seconds she's out of sight.

Myra sighs, shaking her head. "I'll fix you some food for the road."

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"Due west, right on track," Calls out Brock, hiking along. "Whoa!"

"What is it Brock?" Asks Ash, coming up behind him. Brock just points.

In the tree directly in front of them is Gary, his legs tied together, his wrists tied together and positioned on either side of a branch so he's dangling by the rope, a gag is tied in his mouth, and. . . "She left off the food. Right?" Asks Misty from behind them, where she can't see.

"Well, he isn't rolled in it, it's just in baskets that are tied around his waist, head, wrists, feet. . ." Brock trails off in disbelief as an apparently awake Gary begins to try to get out of his bonds, and Ash starts laughing insanely when a flock of pidgeys decides to take advantage of the free food.

"Shouldn't we get him down?" Asks Misty when a few pidgeys decide to use the bathroom on Gary.

"Leave him for the pokemon," Is Brocks opinion, and they walk off. It takes Ash ten minutes to stop laughing.

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It was funny when I first planned it out, not as funny when I typed it, hilarious when I reread it. . .

It would have been up sooner, but my internet connection stopped working.