From: lordlocke@my-deja.com <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: Re: [PW!][League]Those Who Don't Play Well With Others... Date: Saturday, February 26, 2000 In article <891lnd$god$1@nnrp1.deja.com>, lordlocke@my-deja.com wrote: > 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... > "EEVEE!" Gads groaned. "Like I didn't see THAT coming..." Gads releaced Sketch onto the field, to the cheers of thousands of people. "Eevee! Eevee!" Mikey's Eevee was jumping up and down, looking at Mikey. "Stop that, and attack!" "Eevee!" Eevee did not... Sketch just watched. Growing redder and redder with each passing moment. How DARE that Eevee try to out-cute her! "Eevee, Eevee, Eev- GAK!" Eevee's romping was stopped by a pair of Jigglypuff hands wrapping themselves around it's little throat. "PUFF! PUFF!" Gads was stunned. "I didn't know Sketch knew a choke-out attack..." However it was effective, as the little Eevee passed out from a lack of Oxygen. "Eevee is inable to fight! Jigglypuff is the winner!" "Eevee, return! Eevee, go!" Mikey simply swapped a worn-out Eevee for a fresh one. Which was probably a bad idea. "EEVEE! EEVEE!" As cute as the last one, it looked like Eevee wanted to play, rather then fight. "PUFF!" That did not go over well with Sketch, who's form shimmered... ... and where there was one, there now was three. "PUFF!" And with that mighty cry, the three turned their back, and rammed into the scampering Eevee from three different sides, squishing it. "Ee...vee..." The Eevee fell over, dazed. "Eevee is inable to fight! Jigglypuff is the winner!" Mikey glared at the Jigglypuff. "This SHOULD be a little more Eeven then it's turning out to be. Go EEVEE!" Gads, from the green tower, groaned. It was going to be one of THOSE matches. Maybe he could send Monk-chan to get a soda... "PUFF!" Sketch started to wiggle her fingers... ... and suddenly lept HIGH into the air, then came crashing down, one foot extended each. The new Eevee, unprepared for ANY attack, went straight into slumberland less then 5 seconds after it's appearance. It didn't even get the chance to romp. "Eevee in unable to fight! Jigglypuff is the winner!" Mikey's face flushed. Three Eevees down, and a grand total of ZERO damage to that Jigglypuff. "Go, Eevee!" "Eevee!" This Eevee came out swinging, much to Mikey's relief, and charged at Sketch. "Tackle Attack!" The Eevee ran head-first into one of the three Jigglypuffs, knocking it out of existance. "Eevee!" It did a back-flip in joy! It had WON! "PUFF!" The two remaining Jigglypuffs dissagreed, however, mimicing the tackle attack, sending the Eevee clear out of the arena. "Eevee has left the arena! Jigglypuff is the winner!" Mikey didn't say anything. He just (Barely) caught Eevee with the red beam, then releaced another one. "EEVEE!" This Eevee didn't waste any time, using Take Down on another image. However, in doing so, it left it's back to a wiggling Sketch... ... who nailed it utterly and completely with the resulting Psychic. Eevee didn't even twitch- it just fell over. Mikey, still silent, sent out his last Eevee before the referee could make the call. "Eevee..." This Eevee was younger then the rest. It didn't appear to want to fight... or even be in an arena. "Puff..." Sketch turned to face the small Eevee, flames burning in her eyes. "EEVEE!" The Eevee fled behind it's trainer, crossing the boundry line. "Eevee has left the arnea. Green Trainer has won the match!" Gads couldn't comment. He was too busy laughing. 'Arrogant asshole fell ONLY to Sketch... one takes down six. ANYTHING I could say now wouldn't matter. That is humiliation enough.' Mikey broke down crying. "IT'S NOT EEVEN FAIR! THAT JIGGLYPUFF IS USING EELEGAL DRUGS! THERE'S TO WAY EEVEN A DRAGONITE COULD TAKE DOWN ALL *SIX* OF MY EEVEES!" Sketch simply sat down, and began drawing a picture of the crying Mikey, now that she was, once again, the cutest thing in sight. From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE