"The next battle will be between Anthony and Phlaire."
Anthony was a fat guy who looked to be about 5'9'' with black hair. Phlaire…was strange. Very, very strange. He was dressed in a red suit and had red hair and red glasses.
"Hah, I'll burn you up… with style!" Phlaire sent out his Pokemon. It was a red, bipedal Pokemon with puckering lips and a large, highly bumpy head. "A-right, a Magbyyyyyyy!"
"Whatever, Dragon trumps all." Anthony sent out his Pokemon. It was a blue bipedal Pokemon that faintly resembled a dinosaur. It had large teeth and a white, bone-like structure on it's head and running down a small part of it's back. "Bagon, awesome!"
"Let the battle begin!"
"Bagon start things off with Dragon Dance!"
"Baaa…gon!" Bagon started stomping around, biting anything in reach. As he did, he gained a fiery red and black aura. Slowly, Bagon calmed down and the aura went inside of his body.
"Huh. So what. Magby use, uh... Okay use Iron Tail!"
"Mag." Magby turned around, revealing a stubby tail that was glowing silver. He backflipped through the air and brought his tail down on Bagon's skull. There was a brief pause, then… "Byyyyyy!"
"Hah, our turn. Use Crunch."
Bagon's teeth turned black and lengthened. He ran at Magby, who was still cradling his hurt tail, and chomped (crunched) down on his head. Then he released it.
"O.k. Bagon, use Dragon Dance. A lot."
"Let him."
Bagon rampaged for a whole two and a half minutes. Magby just sat there nursing both his head and tail.
"O.k. Bagon, now we're unstoppable!"
Phlaire just smirked as he looked at Anthony. "Now seems like a decent time for a Power Swap."
Magby glowed white and glared at Bagon. A red and black aura came out of Bagon and entered Magby. Then a white aura went from Magby into Bagon.
"Now, use all that massive attack you just gained and channel it into a Cross-Chop."
Magby crossed his arms and ran at Bagon. He uncrossed his arms and hit him on the head, dealing massive damage.
"Ba. Ba. Bagon." Bagon keeled over and died. Excuse me, I mean fainted as quite obviously you have to literally be buried alive (c. Arceus and the Jewel of Life) for you to die.
"Well. The winners are Phlaire and Magby."
"Fuck yeah. Style is the best! If you have style, then you'll always win!"
"So your win was a fluke," Alessa said as she pushed Phlaire out of her way, "cause you sure as fuck don't have no style."
"Um, anyway. The last battle will be between Alessa and Zenaere."
Zenaere, the thirteen year old, and Alessa squared off. Zenaere was all of four and a half feet tall and was so skinny that if she lost any weight, she'd be emaciated. She had on a vivid blue T-shirt, bright yellow shorts, and had hair dyed green. Both she and Alessa sent up their Pokeballs.
Author's note:
Cliffhanger! Be prepared, there will be a few in this story. Also, I am so sorry for the wait. I had absolutely no access to a computer. I should be able to start updating again. Hopefully.
Combo moves:
N/A
Drako's Party:
Ralts (f):
Nature: Modest
Ability: Synchronize
Moveset: Teleport, Confusion, Magical Leaf, Focus Blast