At this point he'd almost lost track of the years. Days were quickly weeks, weeks became months. and the months at some point here wasn't sure when; passed by the decade mark. His first sentence had been scarcely a few months, but in time that had grown. Nourdons is what they call him now, the other prisoners, a shortening of "We lose". His presence is so respected, he need only tell a person to back away, and they might even request themselves be confined to solitary. Master General Vite, One of the Battle Barracks council of 6, used only four pokemon; Krokorok, Tentacruel, Rhydon and a Delphox.
The Battle Barracks that acts as home to the great Master General Vite kept only three gangs within its walls. Vite held no allegiance to any of them, they were small and petty in his eyes. Squabbling children that bickered among themselves always vying for daddy's attention. From time to time some would challenge him, never alone though. These petty children could never defeat him, not even if all tried at once. Most would try in fours or fives, bringing their poles and knives. The only scars on his body were tally's, a mark for each pokemon he'd killed.
He barely spends time at the prison anymore, Sleeping and eating at the barracks. Once people stopped challenging Master General Vite at the barracks, he took challenges at the Battle Chateau, gaining some notoriety of his own even there. Among his many battles, Vite had killed more than a few prisoners. His sentence had been extended many times, but at this point the Kalos courts finally decided it might be better to put this man to his death. The Master General holds that they simply fear his power.
"I know our time is running out Mr. Vite" The warden wouldn't even look at the man. "But I have some news just come in that you'd find very interesting" The warden had been at the prison less time than the great Master General, he was obviously trying not to be intimidated by the older man. "We have a prisoner coming to visit. He was convicted of murder, with at least eighty witnesses" Vite shrugged, not impressed. "He's been in prison for only a couple months and has already challenged the other generals." This got the man's attention.
"And he wants to fight me? He's not going to win" Vite scoffed. Anyone who wishes to be considered a 'Battle Barracks General' must defeat all the existing Generals. An impossibility given that Vite hadn't lost a battle in the past twelve years. "Why do you think I care?"
"He's your son", the warden's smile was of obvious spite. The word seemed to ring in the self-assured man's ears, choking in his throat. "From what I know, you thought he'd been aborted" Vite shook his head, that bitch wouldn't have borne his child, let alone raise it. "His name is Ryan Cabberin, he doesn't know who you are though." CABBERIN! His fucking mother had raised his son, the boy probably hadn't even heard the name 'Vite' his whole life. That cow herself was the one who'd told him the child was aborted, she was the one who broke contact, and now he had the chance to fulfill that promise she'd made.