"Mom, Misty, Pikachu, Violet, wake up we're here, in Orre! I wonder if there's any Pokemon species I've never seen before!" Ash exclaimed awaking his friends and family.
"Ash do you have any idea what time it is?" Misty moaned grumpily as she yawned and stretched and rubbed her eyes. Pikachu was also aggravated by the rude awakening and zapped Ash with thunderbolt Which woke up Delia and Violet.
"We're here!" Misty in an unpleasant, sarcastic tone. They all bounced out of bed and raced off the parked boat and onto the dock of Gateon Port. They stretched and inhaled the fresh, warm, breezy, bay air.
"Oh, Ash, i forgot to mention it when you woke me up at six in the morning, there aren't any new Pokemon in Orre, least that's what Professor Oak says." Misty explained as Ash groaned disappointedly.
"So, if the boat goes off for departure to Pyrite Town at six then we've got plenty of time, why don't we grab a bite to eat, on me!" Delia suggested.
"Thanks, Mrs. K. that like sounds totally rad to me!" Violet exclaimed in agreement.
"Why don't we go to this place called the Krabby Club it's got a great view of the bay and I heard they put on an impressive show!" Misty queried as they headed down to the Krabby Club. The place had an enormous krabby shaped logo overhead and a dozen of picnic tables outside with a checkered paneling cement pavement. An old man stood outside checking everyone who passed by to allow them to enter.
"Ahoy, what brings ye to thee ol' Krabby Club?" said the old navy veteran standing outside the diner greeting the guests.
"For lunch!" Ash exclaimed as his mother nudged his arm for being a tad rude.
"Mutiny! Nobody, especially young scalawags such as yeselves gets in the Krabby Club that is without a membership." the old sailor explained.
"Couldn't you make an exception, just this once? We're not from around here." Misty queried.
"Sorry, landlubbers!" he replied.
"Well, fine if you don't want our money!" Misty snorted the sailor felt guilty seeing the starving look on the kids' faces so he decided to come up with another excuse, though it certainly wasn't a lie.
"Aye, aye I will make an exception, though I still don't think this be a very apporpriate place for youngin's!" The sailor began.
"What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Ketchum said raising an eyebrow begining to have her opinons on the joint swayed.
"Oh, he doesn't mean anything, he doesn't know what he's talking about, right Misty!" Ash said, desperate to indulge something into his stomach.
"Hush up, Ash. What were you saying sir, why is this place so bad?" Delia continued and Ash frowned, seeing as he was half starved to death.
"Well you see mam, they'd be drinkin' and gamblin' in there 'till the crack of dawn and it gets especially rowdy at this hour! On a good day they'll settle their disputes with their battles outdoors but that be a rare occasion, very rare indeed." The sailor sneered.
"Well, that settles that! Thank you, mister." Delia finished. They all started aimlessly walking for a place to eat until just sitting on a curb pondering on an alternative solution. Ash and Pikachu started complaining as their stomachs growled and grumbled.
"Aaah, I'm starving!" Ash moaned and Pikachu nodded affirmatively.
"I've got an idea, why don't we go back on the ship and I'll fix up something! How's that sound, kids?" Delia asked.
"Sure, mom's cooking's the best let's go everyone!" Ash exclaimed enthusiastically as he led the way to the boat's kitchen.
"I only wish Brock were here, for Pikachu's sake, no one made batter pokemon food than Brock." Misty commented.
"Pikachu can totally have some people food like just this once, right Ash, I give it to Seel all the time!" Violet proposed.
"Sure, just this once won't hurt!" Ash agreed as Delia got to cooking a feast for a king, they all then dug in to the buffet. Before they knew it nightfall came as they all drifted off to sleep as the S.S. Anne set its sails for for Pyrite Town: Town of thugs.
As everyone was fast asleep the crew arrived at Pyrite Town around 1 AM Ash was so nervous about his crucial battle with his father he couldn't rest so when the boat came to an abrupt halt Ash gazed out the window and laid his eyes on a horrendous trash heap of thugs and thieves. Ash being the adventurous boy that he is, decided to venture out around Pyrite alone at one in the morning. Ash quietly slipped on his vest and cap, laced up his shoes and silently woke up Pikachu. Pikachu was puzzled but obediently followed its trainer as they tiptoed out his room and snuck into town. Ash explored the nasty town with curiosity. Obviously, the town wasn't a safe place for ten-year-old kids to roam around at night. As Ash wandered the dumpy wasteland he heard a large commotion and immediately rushed over to see. There was a huge battle center in the middle of the town called Duel Square full of convicts, suspects, jailbreaks, thugs, delinquents and people who just had lost there way in life with nowhere else to go. They all battled despicably abusing the Pokemon and betting on who the victor would be, it was more like a cock fight than a Pokemon battle. Little to Ash's awareness his own father participated in this sickening gut wrenching scandal. Ash watched the Pokemon mercilessly be fought to the near death a spark of fire lit up in Ash he was engulfed with a critical animosity for the wretched trainers who were disgustingly abusing their innocent Pokemon even after they were fainted or too weak to battle. They paired up the weakest to strongest like a Blastoise to a Chimchar, making sure of a type advantage as well, just for kicks. Ash was building with rage like a volcano about to erupt as he stormed into the middle of the horrid battle.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing! You can't treat Pokemon this way!" Ash screamed. The battles ceased as all the shady looking trainers glared at the young boy with hate in their eyes and tarnished souls, then they began to laugh, which only added additional outrage to Ash's short temper.
"Stop it, stop it right now! Pokemon battles aren't meant to be fought this way! You'll never get stronger that way you gotta be friends with your Pokemon and have a special bond with thmem that's the only way a Pokemon will get stronger!" Ash scolded the immoral practices as Pikachu sat broadly on Ash's shoulder nodding along to his inspirational speech. The abuse of Pokemon disgusted Ash it was like Paul but ten times worse.
"Hey, kid what are you doin' out alone at this hour anyway and what gives you the audacity to challenge Duel Square? Huh, little boy, huh?" the intimidating muscular man taunted as he lightly shoved Ash which was enough to send him off his feet.
"Hey, ya little baby why don't cha go home and get yourself a pacifier to keep ya from cryin' after that fall!" another scary looking trainer rebutted. Ash slowly lifted himself up off the ground and glared around the duel square arena at all the exhausted, vacant looks in every on of them's eyes.
"I'll show you! I challenge you!" Ash shouted full of rage.
"Did ya hear that, fellas the little tot challenged me to a battle me; the Pyrite Town Coliseum champ! Alright, pipsqueak, but don't come cryin' to me when your Pokemon are all in intensive care!" The muscular trainer said throwing in his irritating snide remark.
"Fine, but you're the one who's gonna be crying! You're looking at Battle Frontier and Orange League Champion not to mention all my other top places in the other leagues and all my badges." Ash snapped back vigilantly.
"Alright, I admit I'm impressed. But since your just a tot fresh outta the day care we'll make it a one-on-one, no subs and no holdin' back!" he said . Ash flipped his hat around and sent Pikachu to the battlefield as the crowd watched intently.
"That stuffed animal's your Pokemon? I expected nothing less from a mere child!" Muscle Man said then he sent out a Medicham. The battle heated back and forth as each trainer called out attacks with all their strength, both of their prides on the line. Then, suddenly a striking blow of thunder by Pikachu took Medicham out. Ash hid his excitement and pretended to handle the victory maturely smirking, to fight back a smile.
"Way to go Pikachu!" Ash exclaimed as Pikachu hopped up to his shoulder. The other delinquent trainers congratulated Ash , thoroughly impressed but , "Muscle Man" was built up with fury from the defeat. He couldn't control his blistering despise so he went over to Ash acting as if they were going to shake hands acceptingly, but instead he punched Ash across the cheek. The rest of the ruthless group gasped in shock by the ferocity of their leader/role model. To make matters worse he kicked him when he was down literally.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you psychopath!" a voice in the crowd shouted out and Muscle Man just turned away hiding his false shame and fake resentment as he snickered to himself maniacally. Ash lied on the ground in agonizing pain, unconscious by the excruciating bruise. As the others yelled and rioted at "Muscle Man" Red made his way to the front of the scene pushing through the crowd. It then hit him as he empathetically gazed down at the small boy crippled on the floor. He felt a pang of pain in his heart as he knelt down beside the boy and the immediate recognition struck him, it was his son, Ash Ketchum.