AN: My inspiration for this came from doing Geog homework. ¬¬;
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN POKEMON! THE WORLD IS MINE!
P.S. Whoever believes that is more strange and deluded than me.
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Loser
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I remember getting my first Pokémon. It was a little Magikarp. I know what you're thinking, a Magikarp, big deal. But it was my first Pokémon, so I loved it and cared for it. And soon my Magikarp evolved into a Gyarados. I was so happy that day.
Soon after, I left home with a goodbye to mother, and various healing items and Pokéballs in my backpack, along with necessary items.
I trained hard and battled Gym Leaders to get enough badges to challenge the Elite Four. I beat many trainers, and earned a lot of money. But I never thought about those trainers. Those who had worked as hard as I had.
I caught lots of Pokémon, and my squad consisted of my faithful Gyarados, a Vileplume that I had raised since it was a low-level Oddish, a stray Raichu that I had found wandering in a town I had visited, and a Sandslash that I had caught. I cared for them as if they were children. Sounds sappy, but they were my life.
I stayed in touch with mother, happily telling her of my victories, and which new Pokémon I had caught.
And then it all crashed down.
I was travelling through Victory Road, the final step before facing off against the Elite Four, and I met him. A trainer just like me.
So, not thinking, I challenged the trainer to a battle. I remember his words, they were burnt into my mind.
"Okay, but I must warn you, I've never lost a match."
I grinned. "Neither have I." I told him.
I sent out my Raichu. He sent out a Golem. My Pokémon was an electric type, his was a rock type. It was obvious who won that round.
Next was Sandslash. He sent out a Seaking. A few water gun attacks, and Sandslash fainted too.
I was getting worried by now. I sent out Vileplume, and he countered by using Alakazam. Vileplume was part poison. Poison is weak to Psychic.
I was very worried now. I only had Gyarados left. And he had a Wigglytuff that knew Disable, Fire Punch, Thunder Punch, and Ice Punch. He had good knowledge of type weaknesses and strengths. One Thunder Punch and Gyarados was down too.
I fell to my knees. Everything I had worked so hard for, all those battles, only to lose when I was so close to my goal! I couldn't believe it. It just wasn't fair!
I handed over some money and he shook my hand.
"Better luck next time, eh?" He said, before walking off. I went home.
The next day, it was in the newspapers that the trainer I had faced was the new Champion. He had beaten the Elite Four.
I hoped somebody stronger came along and stole his title.
Then he would know how it feels to become a nameless, unknown trainer. He would know how it feels to have everything you've ever worked for fall down around you. He would know what it feels like to lose.
I can empathise with all those trainers I beat so long ago, because now I am one of them.
Owari
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN POKEMON! THE WORLD IS MINE!
P.S. Whoever believes that is more strange and deluded than me.
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Loser
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I remember getting my first Pokémon. It was a little Magikarp. I know what you're thinking, a Magikarp, big deal. But it was my first Pokémon, so I loved it and cared for it. And soon my Magikarp evolved into a Gyarados. I was so happy that day.
Soon after, I left home with a goodbye to mother, and various healing items and Pokéballs in my backpack, along with necessary items.
I trained hard and battled Gym Leaders to get enough badges to challenge the Elite Four. I beat many trainers, and earned a lot of money. But I never thought about those trainers. Those who had worked as hard as I had.
I caught lots of Pokémon, and my squad consisted of my faithful Gyarados, a Vileplume that I had raised since it was a low-level Oddish, a stray Raichu that I had found wandering in a town I had visited, and a Sandslash that I had caught. I cared for them as if they were children. Sounds sappy, but they were my life.
I stayed in touch with mother, happily telling her of my victories, and which new Pokémon I had caught.
And then it all crashed down.
I was travelling through Victory Road, the final step before facing off against the Elite Four, and I met him. A trainer just like me.
So, not thinking, I challenged the trainer to a battle. I remember his words, they were burnt into my mind.
"Okay, but I must warn you, I've never lost a match."
I grinned. "Neither have I." I told him.
I sent out my Raichu. He sent out a Golem. My Pokémon was an electric type, his was a rock type. It was obvious who won that round.
Next was Sandslash. He sent out a Seaking. A few water gun attacks, and Sandslash fainted too.
I was getting worried by now. I sent out Vileplume, and he countered by using Alakazam. Vileplume was part poison. Poison is weak to Psychic.
I was very worried now. I only had Gyarados left. And he had a Wigglytuff that knew Disable, Fire Punch, Thunder Punch, and Ice Punch. He had good knowledge of type weaknesses and strengths. One Thunder Punch and Gyarados was down too.
I fell to my knees. Everything I had worked so hard for, all those battles, only to lose when I was so close to my goal! I couldn't believe it. It just wasn't fair!
I handed over some money and he shook my hand.
"Better luck next time, eh?" He said, before walking off. I went home.
The next day, it was in the newspapers that the trainer I had faced was the new Champion. He had beaten the Elite Four.
I hoped somebody stronger came along and stole his title.
Then he would know how it feels to become a nameless, unknown trainer. He would know how it feels to have everything you've ever worked for fall down around you. He would know what it feels like to lose.
I can empathise with all those trainers I beat so long ago, because now I am one of them.
Owari