==-_ Authors Note _-==
In this chapter I dip into the story of a very good author here on FanFic. I have borrowed some of her back ground story on the famous trainer Red. A link to her story is located here - .net/s/6220889/1/Pokemon_Rose . Please stop by and take a look at it.
ALSO!It isn't bad, but there is some sexual references and slang used in this chapter and the next. I consider it to still be in the PG-13 range, but this is just a warning.
I guess that's all. I hope you all like the chapter and my story. And, just so you know, reviews are always nice!
Chapter 29
Round One
It was before daybreak when I first woke up. Pichu and I hopping in the shower, and then got ready to leave once we were done. My clothes I picked for today were some comfy ones; my green jacket, semi baggy blue jeans, and a black T-shirt with one of my favorite game logo's on it. For a long day of battling I needed to be as calm and relaxed as possible. I know that this is just the semi finals, and the real battle begins tomorrow, but I have to get through this day before I can even thing about the Elite Four.
We ate a quick breakfast before walking out. Bill said that he would catch up with us later. I was going to be the last battle of the first lineup, so there wasn't any need for him to get up at 7:00 am, like I had to. Well, I suppose I didn't have to, but to be able to get up there before the first match, I would have to leave at 7:30. Which is what I did.
The sun had just started to rise above the training ground when Pichu and I stepped outside. I slid on my helmet as Pichu picked up his goggles from the porch. I took out my capsule, throwing it on the ground as I raised the hood of the bike. The navigation screen came on as I turned on the bike, as well as the radio, which I had tuned in to the Indigo Plateau Radio Station.
"Now, welcome back to the League Champion Semi Finals!" The announcer man said. "It is now 7:30 and the trainers in this years Final Line up have just started to pile through the doors as we speak."
"Hmm." I smiled, revving the engine as me and Pichu took of the road to the building.
"So tell me Joe," another announcer said on the radio. "Who do you have your money placed on this year?"
"You mean, who do I think will win, Bob?" Joe answered. "I really couldn't tell you. So far in the preliminaries there have been quite a few trainers that have shown lots of potential this year."
"Oh yes! I heard of that! Wasn't there this one guy that only used one pokemon to battle with yesterday?"
"Why yes there was. In fact, there were several that did. The returning champion Kyle Gray use only one pokemon per match, as well as this new trainer named Travis."
I shook my head as I turned up the radio. Did I hear that right?
"Oh yes, but don't forget about that other competitor, Joe. Lance only used one pokemon for the entire day yesterday. He didn't even take it to get healed. That guy blew through every match without even breaking a sweat!"
"So you think he is going to pull up and fight the Elite Four this year?"
"It's hard to say Joe, but there is one thing that is for sure, this will be a day to remember in pokemon history!"
"You heard it here folk!" Joe cut in. "This is the Bob and Joe show, live from the Indigo Plateau, broadcasting the Johto League to you at home as soon as it happens. Will be back after this word from our sponsor. Remember folks, 'Torcky Toilet Paper is the only TRUE Scooper, Pooper, Picker, Upper'. We will be right back." After that the radio went into this really stupid song about toilet paper scooping up poop.
"I don't want to hear this crap." I clicked a button on the radio, switching it back to the CD setting.
***_-Scene Change-_***
The main building for the battles was big, but I didn't see many trainers around. I looked down at the navigation system, checking the time. Crap. Its 7:45. Eah, oh well, that means I got 15 minutes to get a ticket for me and Bill and…
"Hey!" I heard a voice call out, cutting my train of thought off. I picked up my head, looking behind me as I saw a bright red horse running my way. "Hey! Kyle!" Travis called out as his Rapidash ran as hard as it could. "Wait for me!"
"Hft…" I huffed, in a kind of chuckling way, raising the hood and standing up. Pichu jumped on my jacket, grabbing it in his little claws as he climbed up to my shoulder. I pushed the three button combination on the bike, closing it up as Travis slid to a stop beside me.
"Howdy!" He called out to me as he recalled his Rapidash. "What's new on you end, city boy?"
City boy? I looked at him strange. "You know, I might not have grown up on a farm like you, but I wasn't in the city either. I'll have you know my house is in a town smaller than anything in Johto."
"Eah, what's that matter. You still wouldn't know the meanin' of a hard days work." He laughed as he slapped me on the back. "Any way, whats goin' on?"
"Well, I heard on the radio that you only used one pokemon per match yesterday."
"Did they say that?" He laughed. "Well, all that hard work my pokemon do on the farm really pays off."
I stared at him blankly as we walked over to the ticket booth. "Two please." I said, paying the man as he gave me the tickets.
"Awe, that's offly nice of ya." Travis said as he held his hand out. "You know, buyin' my ticket and all."
"What?" I laughed, stuffing both tickets in my pocket. "Sorry, the other one is for Bill. I figured that a hard working man like you can buy his own ticket. I mean, unless you NEED help from a little 'city boy'." I stuffed my hands in my pocket as I walked inside the arena. My first stop was to register myself at the front desk, and, just like last year, the front desk doubled as a pokecenter. There were several trainers in there, healing their pokemon and checking things on the PC's, but there were a few left. I slid out a chair, sitting down as I plugged in my information. I then opened up my email, and scrolled down my list of contacts till I reached 'Bill'. Clicking on his name I placed my second ticket in the deposit unit, left him a little message, and then clicked the send button. An icon came up, showing that the message had sent when I closed out of my account. I then got up, Pichu still on my shoulder, and went to wait in line to get my pokemon healed.
***_-Scene Change-_***
I made my way out of the front office and to the bleachers. Luckily, they were located pretty close together. "Lets see, section B, row 4, seat 27. Wow, section B, huh? That's right up front." I laughed. I bet tomorrow I'll be able to sell this ticket for some big bucks. I followed the arrows, circling around the stadium and coming to the entrance of the row. Surprisingly, not many people were there, perhaps because it was just the semi finals. I have a feeling that everyone will show up tomorrow, for the big battle. And besides that, I know that if I lost in the preliminaries then I would have left right then. So, perhaps that's why there wasn't that many people here, they all left. The first two sections were somewhat full, with every other seat taken, and to my dismay, I found my seat.
"Well if it aint the city boy!" Travis said as he propped his feet up on the seat in front of him.
I groaned, sitting down and leaving a seat between us for Bill. I guess that does make since, after all we did buy our tickets at the same time.
"So where's your other friend at? He's going to miss the first battle."
"He's not going to come till I fight."
"Oh what? Is it too early for the other city boy to wake up?" Travis laughed. "Back on the farm we wake up a 5 in da' mornin' every day so we's can feed the animals."
"What's up with you?" I looked at him confused. "For the past two weeks you have been as good as gold to me, and now your acting like… well, like such a pig."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about." He smiled, closing his eyes as he pulled his cowboy hat down to block the morning sun. "I'm acting just the same as I have this whole time."
"Yeah… right…" I muttered under my breath.
"Thank you and welcome to the annual Johto League Champion Competition!" An announcer called out over the arena. "This is the semi final matches, which takes the 16 preliminary winners from the previous day of battling, and makes them all face off! Only one trainer will pull away with the title today as the Champion, and that one trainer will then have the chance to battle the Elite Four tomorrow for the title of Pokémon Master!" What little people that were in the audience cheered as the announcer continued. "The battles for this entire day are simple! Two preliminary winners will face off in order in a six on six match! The winner will advance to the next fight, the loser however will not. If you lose a match here there is no coming back! The first match will begin in fifteen minutes. Both competitors, from building number 1 and building number 2, please make your way to the stage at this time. If you are not present at the time of match then you will be disqualified! Good luck to all trainers! We will come back in fifteen minutes to announce the battle!"
I eyed the stage as Lance stepped on his side of the field. He was just how I remembered him to be. Tall, about three or so years older than me, with red hair that was spiked up high. He was wearing a new suit, however. It was navy blue with orange stripes on it that went down the shirt, and two stripes across top of his boots. His cape stayed the same, red on the inside and black on the outside. He stood there calm and collective with his arms crossed, waiting for the other trainer to show it. It took a few minutes, but she didn't finally make her appearance. She was about the same height as me, with long brown hair that went down half way past her back. It was curled at the end, causing her hair to spring as she walked. She was wearing a white zip-up hoodie with a green-stripped scarf. She had on a pair of black pants that were tucked inside her knee high grey boots, which were also zip-ups.
"Whhi-shooo!" Travis whistled. "She's hot!"
I turned my head to look at him. "Didn't you say you already had a girl?"
"Yeah, but I only want to get her done, if you know what I mean." He then pointed to the girl on the field. "Now her! Wow! I would sidle down with a woman that pretty!"
I rolled my eyes, watching the two on the field stare each other down until the announcer came back. "Welcome back all trainers and visitors to this year semi final matches! No one wants to lose having come this far!"
"I'd say not." I huffed under my breath, keeping my eye on lance. I know he would have changed his party up this year, at least improved and trained his dragons on land instead of just water. I need to watch him close, annualize his new fighting style, and-
"Woooooo!" Travis yelled out as he stood, interrupting my train of thought, yet again. "You go hot momma! Yeah! Kick his butt! And turns around so I can sees yours!"
"Oh brother."
"Now!" The announcer spoke. "Slot one will have the first move. Referee, to your station!" I watched as a ref walked onto the field, standing on a podium on the far side, and then pushed a button. All three small stages that Lance, the girl, and the ref were standing on all rose above the grassy field. "This match will be on a grass field. Referee, are you ready?" The ref then picked up both the red flag and the blue flag, and gave a single to the announcer. "Alright. Challenger 1, make your move, and let the match begin!"
I watched Lance reach for a pokeball around his belt as he threw it out. A red light shined on the grass field as a Charizard stomped and roared, blowing flames into the air while it did. Hmm… that's new. I put a finger to my chin as I observed. I wonder why he chose that to begin with? And more important, what can it do? The girl reached into her purse that she was carrying, pulling out a black ultraball and threw it on the field. Out from the light came a fearsome looking Nidoqueen, one that was just as big as Charizard.
"Oh my folks, it looks like this battle is getting heated up from the word 'go'!" The announcer started. "I wonder if either one will have the advantage over the other?"
Lance started of with a Flamethrower attack, but the Nidoqueen dodged, diving into the grass and rolling over to show that it had a massive chunk of ground in its claws, which it held over its head. The girl trainer issued a command, and the Nidoqueen used Strength, throwing the chuck of ground at Charizard. The dragon flew in the air, but was still hit by the attack in its lower half, making it do a spin in the air and land face down on the ground. The girl trainer threw out her hand, pointing at the downed Charizard as the Nidoqueen began to charge. Lance, stood their, calm, as the rampaging pokemon came closer.
"What is this?" The announcer spoke. "It would appear that the mightily Charizard has been taken down with one hit. Now it seems as though the opponent is going in for the final attack!"
I watched as Charizard laid on the ground, eyes opened and waiting for the Nidoqueen to come closer to it. What is it doing? But my question was soon answered when I saw the Charizard punched both of its hands into the ground. It then pulled the ground apart, making a giant crack in the earth. The Nidoqueen tried to stop, sliding and pushing her feet backwards, but she was going in too fast. It slid, falling into the crack in the ground, and then it all went silent. The girl trainer screamed for her Nidoqueen, but nothing happened. The crowd went silent as Lance began to speak to the girl. No one could hear it, but the girl did jump down off the podium and go over to the crack. She reached for her pokeball and recalled it as the ref motioned that lance got a point.
"What the heck just happened down there?" Travis asked, watching the girl climb back up the ladder to her stage.
"It's a move called Fissure." I said, closing my eyes as I took a deep breath.
"Fissure? I never heards of that one."
"And you probably never will again. It was an old move, taught by the pokemon master before me or Professor Oak, who lived in Kanto. Red."
"Wait, hold on." Travis laughed. "You mean Red? The guy who beat the elite four over seventy years ago and then was never heard of again?"
"Of course he was heard of again, you twit!" I barked. "He lived in Pallet Town, and the reason why he was never heard of again was because he became a pokemon guru of sorts. He wrote a book, which spurred up the whole trainer movement, and then dedicated his life to the study of pokemon. From them on he worked hand in hand with a new trainer called Samuel Oak, who he trained and soon took his place as the Pokemon Master of the Kanto Region."
"What does this have to do with that move right there?"
"In his book he talked about how he won a TM from the old leader of the seventh gym in Kanto. That TM was a 'One Hit K-O' attack. The name of it was Fissure." I then paused looking at Lance as he stood there motionless while his Charizard pushed his hands in the ground again and close up the gap.
"Okay, so what? Lance went and got that Red guy to teach him the move. Big deal."
"No, he didn't. Last year lance didn't have that Charizard, so that means he must have just got it recently. And Red died twenty years ago in a freak accident when one of his pokemon went berserk, burning his house down with him in it."
"Well that's a sucky way to die." Travis watched as the girl threw out her next pokemon, a Jolteon. "Maybe he got that Oak guy to teach it to him?"
"Highly unlikely." I muttered as the two pokemon took off after one another. Charizard blasting Flamethrowers and Jolteon dodging them all with Quick Attack. "Oak wont fight, not for anything. He has completely changed his life around, only using pokemon to study, not to battle."
"Who cares." Travis laughed. "I just gotta watch out for that after I cream you."
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. Doesn't that idiot get it? If his Charizard knows an ancient attack that can knock any pokemon out with one move, who knows what else he has taught the rest of his team? Some how he was able to get his hands on a technique that hasn't been used in over fifty years, and if he did, there is no telling what other kinds of moves he has learned.
The Charizard was taken down by the combination of speed and electric attacks of the Jolteon, but then it was quickly taken down by Lances old favorite choice, his faithful Dragonite. The girl the used a Ninetales, which was able to land a few Fire Spins and Flamethrowers before Dragonite took it down too. After that was a Marowak, which didn't last long. The girl then chose her new pokemon, this one being a Clefable, which was able to put the dragon to sleep, and then used Dream Eater to knock it out. I saw lance grit his teeth as he recalled it, and then sent out his third pokemon, his Gyarados. The serpent slithered and made quick work of the pink pokemon with it's Dragon Rage. The girl then threw out her last pokemon, a Noctowl. The owl fluttered and flew around the field before coming to rest on the railing of her platform.
"Finally! A pokemon that doesn't suck!" Travis said
I glared at him again from the corner of my eye. All the pokemon she had so far were from Kanto. What is his problem?
The Noctowl did a few physic attacks, but was brought down by the power of Gyarados's Hyper Beam.
"That's it for the first match!" The announcer screamed. "Trainer One has completed the first match successfully and will move on to round two! The second match with trainer Three and Four will begin in fifteen minutes! Please trainers, make your way to the stage now!"
I watched as the girl recalled her pokemon, sobbing as she ran over to Lance, who was walking down from his side of the stage. She ran up to him, wiped the tears away from her eyes and put on a fake smile as she offered her hand to him in the from of a friendly shake, which is what respectable trainers did. Lance stood there for a moment, looking at her hand before he raised his up. He slapped her hand away, and shoved on past her, walking back into the shadows of his waiting area.
"Man, what a jerk." I huffed, folding my arms across my chest.
"Hey, city boy, I'll be right back." Travis said, standing up.
"I don't care." With that he ran off. He was gone for the next match, well actually, he was gone for the next three matches. There wasn't much to note, all the pokemon that were used were all pretty common ones, and none of them knew that great of moves. The trainers made some pretty sloppy mistakes, and were dressed pretty funny as well. It really surprised me that a bug catcher made it this far with just a Beedrill, Butterfree, Ledian and Ariados. Every so often a hotdog guy, or snack vender of some kind would walk by, and me and Pichu would pig out on what little food they offered. I'm telling ya, tomorrow they better give me a lunch break or something, because this is killing me.
It was about noon when Travis came back, half way through the match before his. I watched as he came up beside me with this the girl hugging on his arm. She looked familiar, but I really didn't pay that much attention till I over heard their conversation.
"I can't believe that guy used a move like that." She huffed.
"Hey baby," Travis said, wrapping his arm around her as she sat in the seat to his left. "I told ya, he learned it from the Master himself, Red. No one would have seen that one coming." I glanced over at them, and sure enough it was her. The same girl that lost to Lance about two hours ago was sitting right beside Travis, who had his arm around her with his hand hovering right over her breast. I watched as he pushed his fingers around them when he moved, acting like it was an accident, but then going right back to it a few seconds later.
"Oh brother." I rolled my eyes again.
I saw her peak her head around Travis, looking at me with big wide eyes. "Oh my gosh!" She gocked as I raised an eyebrow, looking at her in the corner of my eye. "You're him! You're Kyle Gray!"
"Umm… yeah?"
"Oh my gosh! Please, would you do me a favor?"
"Umm…" I looked at the girl a little uneasy. "What is it?"
"Would you sign these for me?" I saw her look down, and stuff her hands in her purse, but I guess Travis didn't see that part.
I watched him staring at her breast. "I'll sign um for ya, baby!" He smiled.
I slapped my forehead. "She is looking through her purse you pervert, not down her shirt."
"Oh… um…" Travis then turned away as she looked back up to him, in a ticked off way. "My bad."
"Anyway," the girl continued. "Would you sign these for me?" She then pulled her hands out, holding a pokeball in each one.
I took them from her, holding one in my left hand and placing the other one in the cup holder on the seat. "Got a marker?"
"Oh yeah!" She then dug through her purse again, pulling out a black sharpie and handing it to me. I took the marker, holding it in my right hand as I thought. "Who do I make this out to?"
"Oh, right, make that one out to my sister Kat. K-A-T." She spelled out. "Not like the animal. She's a big fan of you."
"Oh great," I laughed. "Another fan girl. Okay lets see. To Kat," I spoke as I wrote. "Is she a trainer too?" I asked.
"Not yet, but she wants to be."
"Alright. To Kat, Never stop trying, and be true to yourself. Kyle Gray. There. I don't know why she would want my signature, but here ya go." I smiled handing her the ball as I picked up the other one. "And what do you want on this one?"
"Oh just your autograph."
"Just my autograph?" I asked confused. "No message, not to anyone?"
"Nope, just your name." She smiled.
I shrugged. Silly girls. "Alright. Kyle Gray. There you go." I handed her the ball, and as I did the announcer cut in.
"That's it! Trainer number 10 has just won! What a tremendous battle! Trainers number 11 and 12 please go to your designated stages at this time!"
"Welp, I gotta go hot stuffs!" Travis said, standing up. "I'll come back after I beat this guy, okay babe?"
He ran off as the girl rolled her eyes. "Thank you so much for signing my pokeballs."
"No problem." I said with a smile. "I still don't understand why you would want me to sign it."
"You are so cool." She beamed as she smiled. "So modest." She then brought out a piece of paper and scribbled something down on it. She tore off a section of it, and handed it to me. "Here's my number. Give me a call sometime if you want." She then winked. "I'd really like it."
"Mmm…" I looked at the paper as I folded it up in my hand. "If I get the chance." I said with a halfhearted smile.
"Great!" She jumped as she stood up. "Now I'm going to get out of here before that creep comes back. You take care, okay?"
"Yeah, you too."
She took off, running down the row before stopping half way and yelling back. "Oh, and Kyle."
"Yeah?"
"Plow that Lance guy in the ground for me!"
I chuckled, giving her the thumbs up as she ran away.
"Pi?" Pichu climbed down my arm, opening my hand and unfolding the paper. Jessica! It said with the dot on the 'i' being a heart. 555-438-2590. Pichu then looked back up to me. "Pi? Pi-chu?"
"As if." I laughed, crumbling up the piece of paper up. "That's the last thing I need." My heart sunk as I thought back to Shonna. "Oh Shonna… why?" I felt my heart tug again as I began to tear up. "No." I shook my head. "I can't think about her now! I have to stay focused."
"What are you talking about?" A voice said, coming up beside me. I looked up, seeing Bill sipping on a smoothie as he sat down next to me. "Wow! Great seats!" He said, handing me the smoothie that he had in his other hand. I took it from him, and saw that it had two straws in it. "Here, it's strawberry. I knew you two like them."
"Pi-chaaa!" Pichu smiled, crawling up on my shoulder and reaching for one of the straws. I held it up to him as he held the straw between his paws sucking up the smoothie. "Chaa…" He smiled.
"Thanks Bill." I said, slurping on the other straw.
"So, what were you talking about?" Bill asked. "You know, when I arrived?"
"Oh yeah." I reached my hand out to him, unfolding it and showing the paper. He picked it up, reading it as he turned red.
"Kyle? Is this a… what I think it is?"
"Yeah, why don't you call her?"
"Well… I… um…" Bill hesitated as he started to clam up.
"Oh come on." I punched him in the arm. "A stud like you wont get nervous around girls. Come on, I thought you said that you went on a date before."
"Kyle… that was um…"
"Yeah?"
There was a pause. "I've only dated online." He said in a hush way.
I looked at him oddly. "What Bill, I didn-"
"I've only dated online!" I said louder before turning away, blushy faced. "I've never actually been on a date. A real date anyway."
"Well hey, this isn't a date." I smiled. "This is just a phone call. Go on, just say you are the world famous Bill and Kyle told you to call her."
"This isn't some joke is it?" He huffed. "Cause I'm telling you, if I go to another blind date and she turns out to be a he…"
"Whoa." I back up in my seat. "What? No, I am pretty sure she is a girl. And according to Travis 'she's hot'." Bill then looked at the paper. He folded it up and stuffed it in his pocket. He was quite for a long time, staring off into space. "You know Bill." I said calmly. "I'm here for you. If there is anything you want to talk about…"
"Shut up."
"Thank you and welcome back to the sixth battle of the day!" The announcer started up. I wasn't even paying attention and totally missed when Travis and the other guy went to their stages. The ref raised the podiums, and then gave the order to start. The field was still the same field that the other trainers had fought on. The grass was burnt in places from fire attacks, muddy in others from water attacks, and also cracked from ground and rock type moves.
Travis started this turn off with a pokemon I already knew of, his Rapidash. I watched the Rapidash pick up it's hooves, shaking them off in a disgusted way as he stood in a puddle of slushy mud.
"What a dumb move." I commented, watching the other trainer throw out a Richu on the field.
"Why?" Bill asked, bringing out his computer from his book bag as he looked at the field. "Wouldn't a fire type be good on a grass field?"
"Yeah, if the field wasn't covered in water."
Rapidash ran around the field, slipping and falling on the mud. Needless to say the Richu, though slower, was able to bring the mighty Rapidash down with just two Thunderbolts. Rapidash was able to dish out a Flamethrower before he was knocked out, leaving the Richu badly burnt. Travis's next pokemon was his Sandslash, the same pokemon I saw in the pokecenter. I was watching the two's pokemon so closely that I didn't even notice bill staring at me.
"Hey?" He nudged me. "Hey? Kyle?"
"Huh?" I turned to face him. "I'm sorry Bill, I'm just trying to figure out their pokemon."
The Richu tried to use another Thunderbolt, but with Sandslash being part rock, it did little damage. Sandslash then countered the Eclectic attack by forming an energy ball in it's hands and throwing it at the mouse.
"Oh? Well, hang on then." I turned to look at him type away at his computer. "Here, this might peek your interest." He then turned the computer around to where I could see the screen. Pulled up on it was a list of pokemon with pictures and details, and beside the pokemon was a picture of Travis.
"What am I looking at, Bill?"
"Travis's pokemon that he has registered to his trainer card."
I backed up in my seat and looked away. "Bill, is that legal? I mean, can I get kicked out of the league for looking at that?"
"I don't see why not." Bill then looked at the screen closely. "After all, this is on the league's main website."
"What?" I scooted closer to the computer. "I have been all over that website and have never seen that."
"Sure you have. Have you seen those little grayed out boxes beside trainers names?"
"Yeah."
"Well that is their pokemon that they have registered to their trainer card. All you have to do is go into the page source of the website and erase the gray box images from the page and then save it as a html document on your computer."
"Okay, you lost me with 'well'." I said, taking the computer away from him and looking at the pictures. There was a picture of a Fraligator, Fearow, Rapidash, Ampharos, Sandslash and Touros, and beside them were a bunch of numbers and dashes. "Okay Bill, tell me what I'm looking at here." I said, pointing to the numbers.
"Well, right here," he pointed to something that said 'CLP:43'. "This is the Calculated Level Placement, which says that his Fraligator is at level 43." He then moved his finger down the list, showing me its moves. "The letters of a moves name are separated using dashes, lines, letters, and numbers. For instance, it says 'h-yfd5r1o-pbu1mp', which if you take out every other letter it spells out the move Hydro Pump."
"Oh, I see. So, why do that? Jumble the information up?"
"When the box is removed that is the code jargon that tells what information to give and when."
"Oh…" That still doesn't make any since to me. I started looking through his pokemon, looking up to see the battle every now and again. He is making some pretty carless mistakes, but for some reason his is winning. The Sandslash had already taken out the Richu and also Vulpix. I looked back down to the screen, studying his pokemon and their moves. "These levels seem pretty high." I said, scanning over them. "They are all 40 to 46."
I heard Bill laugh. "You're funny."
"What?" I looked at him confused. "What? What, they are aren't they?"
Bill then looked at me, still laughing, but then dropped his smile as he looked at me confused as well. "You mean you have never heard of the CLP before?"
"No? Why, should I have?"
"Have you ever looked at your own pokemons CLP?"
"Bill, if I have never heard of it how could I have looked at it before?"
Bill then reached over and grabbed the computer back. He closed down Travis's trainer card and then opened the leagues website. He scrolled down till he reached my name, opened it up, changed some code, and then spun the computer around to show me. I looked at the screen, and sure enough there were all my pokemon, with the exception of Articuno that is. I glanced at them looking at their moves and states.
"Well? Still think that 40 is a high CLP?"
I then checked the screen, running my eyes over the levels. The weakest on my team was Raticate, who was at a CLP of 22, but the highest blew my mind. My eyes grew wide as I looked at Arcanine's CLP. "Dose Arcanine really have a 79?"
"Yep. All of your pokemon that you have owned since Kanto have amazingly high levels. Of course, you could expect that seeing as how they beat the Elite Four."
I began to look at the rest. Typhlosion was second to lowest with a CLP of 39, Beedrill was at 42, Kabutops rated a 45, Pichu was at 46, Pidgeot had 57, Umbreon was 60, Scizor surprised me with a 68, and Dragonite came in second to the highest at 70. "Wow." I stared jaw dropped as I looked at the screen. "That is amazing."
Soon, Travis's battle was over, and he was declared the winner. I watched everyone stand and cheer as the two trainers shook hands, Travis giving his crooked smile the while time. "At this time," the announcer spoke. "Trainers 13 and 14, please make your way to the arena. The next battle will being in fifteen minutes!"
Before long Travis made his way back up to us, squeezing beside Bill and his computer as he sat down in the seat. "So, little city boy decided to get outta' bed, huh?"
"What?" Bill asked, turning to look at him almost like 'I know he didn't just say that'.
"Just encore him Bill." I kicked back, putting my feet up on the empty seat in front of me. "It must be his time of the month. They guy has been acting like a butt head all day."
"Hey, says what ya' want." Travis said with a laugh. "All I knows is that when the time comes down to it, you're going to be in worse shape than a Meowth in a room full of rockin' chairs, and I'm gonna have me a pretty littl' ol' girl on my arm." He then looked around. "Hey, speakin' of pretty, where'd that hot girl get off to?"
"Ah, she gave me her number and then called you a creepy pervert." I laughed, putting my hands behind my head. "After that she ran away, scared that you had gingivitis from chewing all that tobacco."
"You're liein'!" Travis pointed his finger at me. "No way a sexy littl' momma like that would pick you over's me! What do women see in a littl' city boy like you anyways?"
I then looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "What do you mean, women?"
"It is plural." Bill said, still typing on the computer. "It means more than one, such as two women."
"Yes, thank you Bill, I know that." I then looked to Travis. "What I mean is why did you say women?"
"Eah…" Travis blushed as he sat back down, crossing his arms over his chest as he pulled his hat down. "Yall's city folk take's things so seriously. Just loosen up."
I raised my eyebrow at this comment, but then shook my head when he didn't say anything else. After a few minutes the announcer came back on the intercom, and both trainers stepped on their side of the fields. The battle didn't last long because trainer 13 had all fire types and trainer 14 had all rock types. Needless to say that trainer 14 won, and rather quickly too. The heat from all the fire attacks though changed the swampy kindda grassy field into a dry, burnt, dirt field. The heat evaporated the water and the rock fire combos killed the grass, leaving nothing but dirt.
"Welp, looks like I'm next." I said, standing up as the announcer gave the call for trainer 15 and 16, me, to go to the stages.
"Good, luck', slick." Travis said, sitting back down.
"I believe that Kyle will have the upper advantage in this match." Bill said.
"And what make's ya say that?"
Bill then looked at me where I stood, turning the computer around so I could see what he had brought up. On the screen was a girl with black hair, wearing a kimono, and all of her pokemon were either grass, bug, or steel. I laughed and smiled as looked at the screen.
"Hey!" Travis said, jumping up and trying to see the computer. "I wants ta' see!"
"Sorry." Bill said, shutting the lid. "It just died."
"Liar!"
***_-Scene Change-_***
I walked to the entrance of my side of the state, and there I waited. Shortly trainer 15 showed up, and as the picture on Bill's computer showed, she had short black hair and was wearing a green kimono. The pokeballs she carried were pinned on her bow that was tied around her stomach.
"Alright folks!" The announcer called out. "This is the last battle of the first round. The winner here will move on and fight trainer 14 in round two! Trainer number 15 will have the honor of going first in this round. Referee, are you ready?" The ref gave a signal with his flags as the podiums rose. Pichu ran off my shoulder, holding onto the railing as he looked off, watching our stage rise high above the charred ground. "Then let the battle begin!"
"Stelix! I chose you!" She screamed, throwing out the steel serpent as it slithered on field.
"Hmph." I smiled, remembering back to when I fought Jasmine and Ricky. I reached for the pokeball on my belt as I held it in my hand. "I'm glad I changed out before this battle." I then looked to the field. "Alright, go Typhlosion!" I threw the ball out and Typhlosion appeared. "Typhlosion!" I screamed, before she could make an attack. "Use your speed to dodge first, and attack when it's open!"
"Ty!" He nodded, looking back to the Steelix.
"Now!" The girl cried out. "Iron Tail!"
"Quick Attack!"
Steelix's tail began to glow a bright white as it swung it at Typhlosion, who dodged it with ease. The tail hit the ground, causing chunks of dirt and rock to fly into the air. Typhlosion took this chance and use Quick Attack, running up the monster's tail and heading for its face.
"Flamethrower!" I called out. I watched as Steelix tried to shake Typhlosion off, but instead it just threw him in the air, giving him a perfect shot. Typholosion opened his mouth and shot out a Flamethrower attack, which hit the Steelix dead on, causing a critical hit. The steel pokemon then fell to the ground, shaking the arena when its head hit, knocked out.
"Unbelievable!" The announcer called out as Typhlosion landed beside my stage, standing strong and proud as the girl recalled her pokemon. "In an impressive show of speed and bravery, Typhlosion used Steelix own attack against it! What an amazing show! I wonder what the next pokemon choice will be?"
I saw her grit her teeth as she grabbed her next pokeball. "Bastiodon! I chose you!" She threw out the pokeball, and in front of me stood the prehistoric dinosaur pokemon.
"What a show!" The announcer called out. "This is one of her pokemon she has yet to shown in battle! Things must really be heating up now!"
Yeah, a rock steel type, which means fire does little damage to it, but all that armor makes it slow. I have seen her pokemon, and I must say, this was her best option at a time like this. She defiantly knows her stuff. "Typhlosion! That thing has awesome defense, but no speed. Get behind it and attack. You should be able to dodge all its moves!"
"Good luck with that!" She screamed. "Now, Bastiodon! Secret Power!"
"Get behind it!"
I watched as the rock pokemon began to roar. It then was covered in a white light, which made it float over the ground. Pieces of rocks were also lifted off the field by the white light, and then hurtled at Typhlosion. Typhlosion side stepped most of the rocks, but was hit a couple times. He winced, but was able to run past the majority of the rocks and get behind the monster as it lowered itself back to the ground.
"Now!" I screamed. "Flare Blitz!"
I watched Typhlosion's fiery mane grow till it encompassed his entire body, he then lunged himself at Bastiodon. He hit it in the side, where the armor of the pokemon was weak. The flames covered over the steel pokemon, but it twisted its head around, head butting Typhlosion off. Typhlyosion flew back, shook off his head and then let the flames burn down from his body.
"Your close enough now!" The girl screamed. "Iron Head!" The monster began to charge, running full force at Typhlosion, which wasn't very fast. With every step it took the ground shook, and the people in the audience held on to their seats.
I waited for the beast to get closer, then I yelled out my command. "Quick Attack off the wall!" I watched Typhlosion jump to the left, evading the attack as the monster ran into the wall behind it, putting a massive crack in the concrete, and pinning it's head. Typhlosion then jumped behind it and covered himself in flames again as he plowed into the other side of Bastiodon. The monster screamed out as the flames covered him, but this time it's head was stuck in the wall. Typhlosion stood back, and rammed it again, this time knocking the beast out.
"Astonishing!" The announcer called out as she returned her second pokemon. Typhlosion leaped back over to my side of the field, panting and holding his injuries with his paws. "You saw it here folks! Trainer 16 has taken down two pokemon with his very first choice! Lets hope the defender has a plan up her sleeve, because this battle is looking very one sided!"
I heard her mumble something as she grabbed another pokeball from her bow. "Go Butterfree!"
"What is this?" The announcer called out. "The trainer has chosen a Butterfree to battle against a Typhlosion! Is there a hidden strategy here that we are not seeing?"
She smiled as she issued an attack. "Butterfree! Confusion!"
"Typhlosion! Try to dodge!"
The Butterfree took to the air, flying above the field as it locked on Typhlosion. He tried to run, but the attack hit anyway. I watched him slowdown as he ran into the wall, falling to the ground. He stood up, but then stumbled, and fell again.
"Get up!" I cried out. "Flamethrower anything that comes near you!"
"Confusion, Butterfree!"
Butterfree flapped its wings as it flew at Typhlosion. Typhlosino stood up, watching the bug and shot out a wave of fire. The flames went at Butterfree, but in his state he couldn't get a clear shot, so it missed. Butterfree then swooped in, made a few cheeping noises, and then picked Typhlosion up with a purple haze around him. It then threw him into the wall, then the dirt, knocking him out.
"The mighty Typhlosion is taken down by the bug type, Butterfree!" The announcer screamed. "If I had not seen it with my own eyes I would not have believed it! I wonder what trainer 16 will chose for his next pokemon?"
"Easy." I smiled, taking the pokeball off my belt. "Go, Pidgeot!" She fluttered and flew into the air, looking around and then back to Butterfree flying in front of her.
"It seems as if trainer 15's Pidgeot will be taking the lead now folks!"
"Yeah." I smiled. "Pidgeot! End this fast! Use Wing Attack and Quick Attack to build up speed!"
"Butterfree! Poison Powder!"
The bug then shook it's wings violently, letting out a purple powder that covered the ground under it, but Pidgeot blew it away with the flapping of her wings. She circled around, flying faster as she began to turn back to Butterfree.
"Butterfree!" The trainer called out. "Confusion!" But Pidgeot dodged, striking the bug out of the sky with a fast wing attack. As the Butterfree was falling it began to flutter again, and again it was met with another wing attack, this time knocking it out. Pidgeot flew and landed beside me, perched on my railing.
"It seems as if trainer 16 has pulled back out on top again. It is now 3 to 1, and trainer 15 is about to chose her fourth pokemon!"
She recalled her Butterfree as she looked back up to me, this time holding a new ball. "Go Forretress!" The bug twisted and spun onto the field, resting on the burnt grass as it came out of his shell. One of its cannons was pointed up in the air and at Pidgeot ,and me.
"Move!" I screamed as the Forretress let out a blast of electric power that just missed Pidgeot. She took off in the air as the beam of lighting zoomed only an inch away from me.
"SSSSWWWWWWHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The referee blew his whistle. He then gave a signal to the announcer who soon chimed in.
"It would seem that the referee has called a foul on trainer number 14 for attempt of harming a fellow trainer. Your pokemon will be disqualified for this match and it will count as a knocked out pokemon! Please choose a replacement at this time!"
I was still white as she recalled her Forretress. Holy crap! I thought to myself. That beam was so powerful. It could have killed me. I gotta teach Pichu how to do that! I saw her grumble and reach for her next pokemon. "Go!"
She threw her pokeball out, and there stood a little flower. Actually, it was two red flowers on a stock of some kind. I then saw it dance, and I heard a soft beautiful song start to play.
"Bel-los-su-m. Bel. Bel-la-las-belos-belosum!" It then popped out of its peddles and a storm of leafs shot out at Pidgeot.
"Fly!" I screamed. Pidgeot flew high into the air, but the storm of leaves followed her where she flew. It began to gain on her, so she flew faster, but it was still gaining. "Fly behind it!" I screamed. Piegeot flew fast, circling behind Bellossom, getting closer with every pass. "Now! Wing Attack!" She stopped her pass, letting the leaves hit her for a brief second as she plowed into the flower pokemon. Bellossom fell over, but then stood back up as it sucked in light from the sun high above. "Another!" I screamed as Pidgeot circled back around. The Wing Attack hit Bellossom hard, making it fall over again, and this time releasing the Solar Beam attack it was building up. The attack hit Pidgeot in the wing at point blank range, causing her to spin in the air and land on the ground beside Bellosom.
"Are both pokemon out?" The announcer asked.
"Roost!" I screamed. "Use Roost, now!"
The ref was brining up both flags as Pidgeot began to stand. She folder her wings over her and began to glow a bright white, restoring her health. The ref then lowered the other trainer's flag, singling me for the point.
"I don't believe it!" The announcer called out. "This battle is getting more and more exciting by the minute! It seems as if Pidgeot will still be able to battle. But what will trainer 15 do now? It's one against five now, and trainer is down to her last pokemon. I wonder what this choice will be?"
I saw her sigh as she threw out her last pokemon. "Mega!" The Meganium called out as it stood on the field.
"Well it's a Meganium!" The announcere said. "It has to make up for lost ground!"
"Lets end this quick!" I shouted to Pidgeot. "Fly, and Wing Attack again!"
"Solar Beam!"
Pidgeot took to the sky as Meganium opened up its peddles around it's neck, taking in sunlight for the attack. Pidgeot flew down fast, closing her wings to her body to build up speed, by the time she reached Meganium the attack was done charging. It opened its mouth, and out came a massive beam of light. Pidgeot didn't try to dodge, she new she couldn't. Instead she closed her eyes, and tucked her wings back onto to her body. She held her beak out in front of her as she entered the beam of light. In a show of power and speed she cut through the attack and hit Meganium with a critical hit Fly attack to the face. Both pokemon hit the ground at the same time, knocked out.
"There you have it folks!" The announcer called out. "Player number 16 has advanced to the second round! There will be a thirty-minute break before round two. All trainers are recommended to stay and cheer for the winners!"
The stages lowered down as we recalled our pokemon. I then crossed the field, walking up to the girl as she met me half way. The field was beat up pretty bad. Rocks were everywhere, charred grass covered the dirt, and feathers, hair and other things that fell off the pokemon littered the arena. I shook off my thoughts as I walked up to the girl. I put on a smile, holding my hand out to her. "That was a great battle." I smiled.
"You only won because of that ref!" She huffed, not shaking my hand. "I bet that's how you won last year! The ref likes you or something, doesn't he?"
"What are you talking about?" I jumped back. "Your pokemon almost took off my head with that attack."
"No he didn't you lousy cheater!" She then turned away, walking away to her side of the waiting area.
"Eah." I shrugged, walking back to my side.
"Pi?" Pichu asked, running from my stage and hopping on my shoulder.
"I don't know bud." I said, looking to they sky. "Girls are strange."