To The Elite Four!
Unlike Blaze, some trainers were much more passive. One such trainer was a boy of 15 named Florence. He had just flown in from the Sinnoh region to compete in the elite four. He was of average height, thin build and long scarlet hair that fell to his shoulders. His eyes resembled an emerald. He was a pokemon photographer and part time trainer, one who dreams to snap a shot of the ever elusive mew, perhaps the rarest and most sought-after Pokemon of all.
He tended towards Pokemon he thought fit his personality, whimsical and beautiful in their own special way. He was wearing a green shirt with a white grenade on it, and tight black jeans.His shoes were grenade themed as was his belt with various motifs and designs relating to grenades. He was quite sensitive and caring for his Pokemon, usually switching them out mid battle, just to make sure they didn't faint. From this his Pokemon loved him, and he loved them back even though their levels weren't as high as they could be.
He was in the Ever Grande city airport when he got off, when suddenly his rival was staring him in the face. "Well if it isn't Florence, the wannabe Pokemon trainer, shouldn't you be off taking pictures somewhere?" said an African American trainer with long blonde dreadlocks. A pair of beige cargo pants adorned his legs, a white tank top with a black boom box covered his chest but showed off his muscular arms, and fingerless gloves "I'm here to challenge the Elite Four Jermaine what are you here for, being stupid!" said Florence with a chuckle.
"Quite frankly, yes I am here for that, one difference though, I'm gonna win, unlike you did when you faced me!" said Jermaine with a snobbish scoff. Ever since the incident in the Snowpoint Gym Florence and Jermaine have been rivals. Florence who had entered the gym alongside Jermaine soon became swept up in a battle over who would face Candice first during the battle Jermaine's Loudred started to play its own music while his Ludicolo became confused, costing him the battle, and his chance to face the Gym Leader.
"None of you are going to win, because I am." An arrogant voice stated. Both Florence and Jermaine turned to face this upstart. He was about three inches taller than Florence, had onyx hair and striking ruby eyes. He was wearing black converse that had blue flames running along the side, black jeans that weren't tight, yet not baggy. He was wearing a tight black shirt with a red griffon. He was muscular, built pretty well for a fifteen year old.
"And who are you?" said Jermaine, his arms crossed. "Oh! You're going to enter too! By the way, my name's Florence!" he said, a giant smile present on his face. "Yeah, I'm gonna enter, and I'm gonna win." He replied, serving only to anger Jermaine more. "I've been looking for a warm-up. You game?" said Blaze sternly, a cocky grin on his face.
"Yeah, I'm game. Let's go outside and settle this. One Pokemon only. You down?" Jermaine asked, even though he knew the answer already. "Of course."
Blaze followed Jermaine out of the airport, where he led him to a grassy field by the road. Florence followed, interested in the battle that was to take place. "Go, Loudred!" A large purple bipedal Pokemon stood in front of Jermaine, music blaring from its ears. "Go, Charmeleon."
"Loudred, use Swagger!" The music blaring from its ear began to increase in volume, as the Pokemon began to dance around, teasing it. The Charmeleon flew into a rage, losing all sense. "Charmeleon, if you can hear me, use Double Fire Punch." Screamed Blaze. The Charmeleon, however, could only form fire around its fist and swing at everything around it, Trainer and Pokemon alike.
"Loudred, use Earthquake!" The ground shook, knocking Charmeleon to the floor, but in the process restoring it to a normal state of mind. "Charmeleon, use Double Fire Punch, and then Fire Fang!" Charmeleon rushed forward, its fists blazing, before quickly punching the Loudred in the stomach twice, and then bit its shoulder. "Now, Loudred, use Hyper Voice!"
A sphere of blue energy formed in its mouth, and Charmeleon who didn't have the space needed to evade it, took the attack point blank. It skidded along the ground, knocking up dirt and debris in its wake. "Charmeleon, use Fire Spin! Fire Blast!" The Fire Spin was magnified by the heat of the Fire Blast, creating a vortex of flame that engulfed the Loudred. It had no hope of escape. It fell to the floor with a great thud, the earth blackened around its form.
"I win, loser. Chameleon, return." Blaze calmly said, that said cocky smirk upon his face. "Loudred, return. See you chumps later." Jermaine started to walk off, only to stop short. "Don't worry, I'll beat you before the Elite Four. We've got a lot of training to do, huh, Loudred?" Florence childishly stuck his tongue out at Jermaine's retreating form.
"That was a nice battle. I used a whole roll of film on that. That Fire Spin Fire Blast combination was pretty sweet." Florence said, and Blaze scoffed. "Of course it was, we're talking about me." Said Blaze, and Florence grinned. "You've got a fine ego." Blaze laughed, his smirk returning in full force. "Yeah, I do. But I can back it up, don't worry." Blaze turned to walk away, only to be stopped by Florence. "Prove it to me."