From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: [PW!][League]Those Who Don't Play Well With Others... Date: Wednesday, February 23, 2000 2:07 PM In the forests near Indigo Plateau *WHAM* Gads, upon crash-landing, didn't waste any time on picking himself up, grabbing his favorite mallet, and running as if the gates of hell were opening behind him. Behind him, he could hear the sound of his opponent closing in. "Completely RUTHLESS..." Gads muttered. He headed for the edge of the forest, then as soon as he reached it, climbed up the tallest tree. This fight had NOT been going well. He had been winning until his opponent uprooted a SMALL TREE and started swinging it like a baseball bat. Gads' hit-and-run tatics were worthless when his opponent's reach was farther then the distance he could escape. That last swing, a particularly-nasty home run swing, sent him clear to the other side of the forest. As it was now, Gads' only hope was to sit in the tree and wait, ambusing his foe once the mighty opponent moved under him... "Stop flying through the air, you coward! Stay put and take your beating like a MAN, wuss!" It took LARGE amounts of will power to keep from jumping down and answering the challenge. However, the pain Gads was feeling, as well as memories of his life as a baseball, kept him from charging head-first at his foe. Instead, he waited as his enemy came closer... closer... Gads smirked as his opponent moved under his spot in the tree, looking outward outside the forest. The tree, at least eight feet long, was hefted upon his opponents shoulder, much like a normal person would shoulder a long, thin pole. "HEY! The forest is the boundry for the fight! You leave, you lose!" Gads lifted his mallet over his head. "Who said I left?" And with that, he lept downward, swinging the mallet... *WHAM!!* "IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..." Unfortunately, his opponent turned, looking for the source of the voice. In doing so, the tree smacked Gads, once again sending him soaring, this time out of the woods and back towards Indigo. After watching Gads soar for a bit, the mighty foe, still carrying the tree, ran after. Indigo Plateau, near the cabins... *SPLAT!* Gads crash-landed face-down in a mud puddle.. For a moment, he thought about just lying there, when... "So you're Gads Trisan, the oh-so-mighty Dojo Trainer? HA! It looks like my next match is gonna be an Eevee one." Gads looked up to see a teenaged boy, only a couple of years older then him, standing over him. "You know, Mankey-boy, you should take the Eevee way out and stay there. If you come to the Stadium, there's no way you'll Eever beat me." With that, the tormentor walked off before Gads could reply. "Lousy, sacrastic, egotistical bas- UUGH!" Gads was cut off by 5'8", 120 pounds of hyperactive female, carrying 8', 350 pounds of stout oak tree, running over him. Mara put her hand to her forehead and searched the horizion. "Damn... I hope I didn't send him all the way to the stadium." Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to move. "Under... you..." Mara looked down at the mud-covered... thing. Of course, she knew what it was on sight. "UGH! A MUK! DIE!" And with that, the Tree of Doom came crashing down upon Gads' head. A moment later, Mara relized what it REALLY was. "Oh... oops. Sorry." Gads didn't reply. He was too busy being unconscious. "Great. First he lies down in a mud puddle and pretends to be a Muk and scares me, then he expects me to go and drag him back to the cabin. Typical." Despite being out-cold, Gads' face looked REALLY pissed off after that comment. Mara grabbed one of Gads legs and dragged him over to their cabin, knocking on the door. *knock knock knock* Inside the cabin, Andrew looked at his opponent. Just as lazy, just as busy doing nothing, and just as willing to get up and answer the door. "You get it. I got it last time." "Key key man..." "Whadda ya mean YOU got it last time. I was the one who got it when my parents came back from lunch." "Mankey man man key." *Knock Knock Knock* Andrew pulled a coin out of his pocket. "Hmmph. How about we flip a coin for it? Heads, you open to door. Tails, I open the door." "Key." Monk-chan nodded. "Ok. Here it goes." Andrew flipped the coin. Before it could land, Monk-chan caught it using his tail. "Key key key..." Monk-chan snickered. "'Tails' he says... oh well..." "KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "I'm comin', I'm comin'. Sheesh..." Andrew got up and opened the door. And then just stood there, suprised as hell. Now, it wasn't uncommon for Andrew to see Mara dragging Gads back from a sparring session. He'd seen quite a few of them, and the two martial artists were ruthless on each other. Usually, unconsciousness was the state one of the two was in before a match ended. However, he had NEVER seen Mara not only drag Gads back, but carry a small tree over her shoulder. "What's wrong?" Mara looked at Andrew. He was in some sort of trance... "Tree..." "Oh, this?" Mara gestured with the tree. "I'll get rid of it." Mara tossed it behind her back, then walked inside and placed Gads on the sofa and headed for the bathroom to get some cold water. "Tree..." Andrew remained in the doorway, staring at the tree. *SPLASH* "HEY! What the?" Mara suddenly turned red. "Er, sorry about the clubbing, bro. I thought you were a Muk." "That explains the headache." Gads shook his head and looked at the clock. "Geez, it's almost time for my match. Come on, M-C!" "Mankey!" Monk-chan lept upon Gads' head, giving a Karate Chop to his favorite sitting spot, which for some reason, had a large bump on it. "OW! Damn it, Monk-chan, quit it!" Gads pulled out his bottle of painkillers and downed a pair on his way out. "See ya later, Andrew!" "Tree..." Andrew simply mutter his responce, still gaping at the tree Mara had tossed a good 10 feet. Indigo Staduim... Gads though back to his opponent as he walked through the tunnel to the stadium grounds. "Geez, not only is he a complete JERK, but he makes bad Eevee puns..." "Mankey." "MONK-CHAN! No one deserves to be called THAT!" "Key?" "No, not even him." Monk-chan bowed his head. "Man..." Gads charged through the last part of the tunnel... ... and once again was greeted by the cheers of thousands. Gads smirked at that. "Still as popular as ever." One person, standing upon the Red Tower, was booing his lungs out. "BOO! BOO! You don't Eeven stand a chance! Go home!" Gads glared at his opponent, taking note of his name on the scoreboard. "Mikey..." He headed for the green tower and climbed up it. As he reached the top, he seached his pocket for a particular Pokeball. "Normally, I wouldn't open with her... BUT in this case, I feel like giving this guy the beating of his life." Mikey grinned. "Are you ready to get youself Eeliminated from the games?" Gads simply gave a fanged smirk. Sketch would show Mikey exactly HOW he felt at the moment. "The strong, silent, stupid type, eh? Well, Mankey-boy, it seems Eeven you have some guts. Too bad you don't got a matching brain." And Mikey prepared to release his first Pokemon... TBC? (Don't you hate it when you get that message before the action REALLY begins?) From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.