The day of the championship had finally come. Jared and Nick were ready to go, and had all of their battle-ready Pokémon psyched up for the tournament. This would certainly prove to be an extremely difficult event. 64 of the greatest trainers from around the world had gathered to compete for the title of one of the Charisma Team.
"Do you have everything?" Jared asked Nick as they drove to the Ecruteak Pokémon Stadium.
"Think so." Nick answered while checking through his pack, "Let's see...Pokéballs, check. Tournament bracket, check. Registration form, check. Yeah, that's everything."
"Good." Jared replied, "We should be there in a few minutes." The Ecruteak Pokémon Stadium was just coming into view. The stadium was over 1,000 feet long and 750 feet wide, with enough seats for 5,000 people. There was also a small area inside for buying supplies and another for last minute and between-match healing of Pokémon. The entire stadium was almost a small town in itself. Jared and Nick pulled into the parking lot. A large section of it was reserved for competitor parking. Jared and Nick pulled into a spot and went in through the challenger's entrance to get ready for their first match and meet their first opponents.
The stadium was almost already filled to capacity. Thousands of screaming fans were waiting for the first battle to start. Jared, however, would be fighting in the 27th match and Nick in the 14th. Jared and Nick took a seat in the reserved area of the Stadium. There were 64 seats lined up straight across, which is where the competitors were to sit. This way, the challengers could easily step down to battle. Jared and Nick took seats along with the other 62 competitors and waited for the championship to begin. Suddenly, the announcer spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the First Annual International Pokémon Masters Tournament. Today we have quite a show prepared for you all and I hope that you find it enjoyable. Behind me sit the 64 Pokémon trainers from around the world who have been chosen to compete for the title of one of the Charisma Team, the most elite and powerful Pokémon masters in the world. Our first match will begin soon, but first, let's take a look at our competitors!"
All of the 64 competitors immediately stood up, some of them waving their hands and whistling, others simply standing there. The crowds cheered as they all sat back down.
"Alright, with that, let's get this show on the road!" The announcer said into the microphone as a huge display board came down from the ceiling. The board faced in 4 directions and would display each trainer's name and current loadout of Pokémon. A play-by-play area was also at the bottom of the screen. The names of the first two trainers appeared on the screen.
"Will the first two trainers please come forward!" said the announcer. "Drake of Mahogany Town and Greg of Vermillion City! Please step down into the dueling arena!" The two trainers, Drake and Greg stood up and went down to the arena. Both of them stood in the ring, exchanging stern looks. Drake grasped the Pokéball at his side. Greg reached in to his pocket.
"Trainers, are you ready?!" again said the announcer, "Ready...BEGIN!" Both trainers immediately whipped out their first Pokéballs.
"Go, Machoke!" Drake yelled out as he threw the Pokéball to the ground. A large fighting Machoke came out and flexed its enormous muscles. The display board read that the Machoke was at Level 45.
"It looks like Drake has sent out his Machoke! What has Greg prepared for us?" the announcer said with a questionable look about his face.
"Go, Piloswine!" Greg screamed as the Pokéball left his hand and struck the ground. A large, angry-looking Piloswine emerged. Piloswine was also at Level 45.
"Machoke! Use Seismic Toss!" Drake said pointing toward the Piloswine. Machoke charged after it and picked the Piloswine up. After holding it in the air, Machoke threw Piloswine to the ground.
"Oh, a brutal Seismic Toss from Machoke brought Piloswine down by a third of its health! That doesn't look too good for Greg."
"Alright, Piloswine!" Greg said to his Pokémon, "Use Blizzard!" Immediately, Piloswine launched a barrage of snow and ice at Machoke. Machoke tried to guard itself, but was frozen solid by Piloswine's attack.
"Wow, it looks like Machoke has been frozen solid by that Blizzard! It doesn't look like Machoke will be able to break free. Machoke is now considered down." The display board showed a small snowflake next to Machoke's picture, along with a red X through the photo.
"Machoke is no longer able to fight. Drake, call out your next Pokémon!" Drake didn't look too happy. He reached for his belt and pulled out another Pokéball.
"Machoke, return!" Drake said as he brought Machoke back into his Pokéball. "Go, Quilava!" A fiery red and orange Quilava emerged from the ball. It looked healthy and ready to battle.
"Quilava, use Flame Wheel!" Drake yelled at his Pokémon. Quilava shot a burst of flame from its back. The fire gradually spun itself into a circular shape and continued to roll toward Piloswine. Piloswine could not move away in time. The fire hit it square in the face and took it down.
"Excellent strategy, Drake!" the announcer said, "That Flame Wheel was an effective hit and knocked out Piloswine! Piloswine is now no longer able to fight! Greg, please call out your next Pokémon!" Greg reached in his other pocket and pulled out another Pokéball.
"Piloswine, return!" Greg said as he restored Piloswine to its ball. "Go, Graveler!" A huge, rocky Graveler came out from the next Pokéball. It assumed a battle pose.
"Graveler! Use the Earthquake technique!" Greg ordered Graveler. Graveler raised its fists and slammed the ground with full force. The entire stadium began to shake. Quilava was knocked to the ground and hit with driving rocks from the floor.
"That's enough!" the announcer interrupted, "Quilava has been knocked out! Drake must now bring out his last Pokémon!" Drake looked seriously pissed now. He reached for his belt and pulled out his last Pokéball.
"Go, Seaking!" Drake said as he released the magnificent Seaking. The Pokémon looked extremely elegant and powerful.
"Seaking! Finish it off with Waterfall!" Drake said pointing to Graveler. A large stream of water came after the Graveler, but Graveler was able to dodge the attack.
"Amazing! Graveler has managed to evade Seaking's Waterfall attack!" the announcer said with an excited expression.
"Alright, Graveler!" Greg said with a grin, "Time for the big finale! Self destruct!" Graveler curled itself up and started glowing through the cracks in the rock. Almost instantly after, a huge explosion came from Graveler. When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon had passed out on the arena floor.
"Amazing! Graveler knocked itself out in order to do the same to Seaking! Both are unable to fight, and Drake no longer has any battle-ready Pokémon. Greg is the winner!" The crowd cheered for Greg as he raised his arms in victory. Drake took Seaking back and walked off of the stage.
"Sorry about your unfortunate defeat, Drake." The announcer said as Drake walked out the door, "Better luck next year!" The board now displayed the final results of the battle. Drake had 3 Xs through his Pokémon, while Greg had an X through only his Piloswine and Graveler. Greg still had an Electrode left in perfect fighting condition.
"Well, that certainly was an interesting battle. Will the next challengers please come forward!"