Subject: [PW!] Stomp to the Beat
Date: 18 Mar 2002 23:59:43 -0800
From: email@example.com (Bandraptor)
Blizzard is walking around the streets of Goldenrod City, Sting the
Tentacool perched atop her head, as is the style of the time; when she
passes an old-style Japanese house, which happens to have a garden in
which a Mankey and a Sunkern are currently fighting. Not bothering to
wonder what an old-style Japanese house is doing smack dab in the
middle of an urban city block, Blizzard focusses in on the combatants,
Sting replies, ""
Blizzard counters perfectly, "" She waltzes into the yard, and
sits down about five inches away from where the Pokémon are dueling.
"Uh, excuse me? Excuse me?" A twenty-something male, presumably one of
the Pokémon's trainers calls out, absolutely astounded by the
Persian's nerve, for walking uninvited onto private property, and her
stupidity, for getting so close to the thrashing monsters, "Hey! Don't
you know you're trespassing?"
"" Blizzard explains. ""
"Okay." The man drops what he's doing, and walks into the house.
"Whew!" The other trainer, a boy of about eight, turns to the visitors
with an exhausted but amiable expression, "What a battle! I don't
know, though. My Sunkern is strong, but I don't think it's gonna be
able to beat Master T's Dragonite in the big tournament today!"
Sting rolls his eyes, " tent, "
"" Blizzard says knowingly, ""
" tent COOL"
"" She smiles uncontrollably at the memory,
The boy throws his arms around Blizzard's neck, "Thank you, Blizzard!
Thank you for believing in me! You're my best friend! By the way, my
name is Sonny."
"" Blizzard blinks, ""
Sting appears hurt, ""
"Sorry, Blizzard, but you can't enter this tournament!" Sonny shakes
his head, "Today's tournament is for trained Pokémon only!"
"" Blizzard sulks, ""
Stomp, stomp, stomp. Heavy footsteps shake the wooden framework of the
building as a large, green, lacertilian tromps past the yard. He turns
his head to look at the assembled trio, which is staring right back at
him, and grumbles, "Graan?"
"" Blizzard exclaims, rushing to the Tyranitar's side,
Avalanche considers this, ""
*insert commercial bumpers here*
It's a tournament! Lots of NPCs have arrived at the Goldenrod
Community College football stadium in time to see the competitors as
they walk out onto the field. There's a shorts boy with a Swinub, a
shorts boy with a Slugma, a Tracey lookalike with a Caterpie, Sunkern,
Avalanche...all in all, the contenders are pretty evenly matched. A
wizened old man steps out into the middle of the field, and raises his
arms up high. "Welcome all to the Goldenrod City Spring Fancy Cup!
This is a competition for aspiring Pokémon who are yearning to show
their stuff! Let's have a good, clean fight!"
Avalanche is slated for the first battle. His opponent is the Swinub.
From a booth at the top of the stadium, the show's announcer reports
in, "Well it looks like newcomer Avalanche is in for a tough fight!
Will this stony-faced contender be able to withstand the force of its
opponent's Water and Ground techniques?" Swinub gives a piggish little
snort of derision, or maybe it's just a piggish little snort, and
charges towards Avalanche with its fiercest Take Down attack!
Avalanche Stomps on Swinub, and breaks its back. The crowd explodes
into applause, as the announcer screams, "WOW! An upset victory by
Avalanche the Tyranitar!"
"" Blizzard throws herself at Avalanche, and embraces him
"Ran!" Avalanche says proudly.
Meanwhile, Sonny battles someone. He wins. I think. I wasn't watching.
Next battle! Avalanche VS Slugma! "Slugma may be small," the announcer
explains, "but it's *burning* with determination! Avalanche had a good
showing in its last battle, but will even the mighty lizard king be
able to withstand the force of this go-getting gastropod?" Slugma
fumes, and flames, and spews a horizontal pillar of flames at
Avalanche's chest! Avalanche Stomps on Slugma, and breaks its back.
The crowd erupts.
Sonny battles, too.
"It's the third round of the competition, and we're only three matches
away from crowning this tournament's champion!" The announcer assumes
a more somber tone, "But for the trainers who've made it this far,
these are going to be the toughest matches yet!" Case in point,
Avalanche is fighting Caterpie! It appears to be a very high level
Caterpie, too, almost ready to evolve into a Metapod from the looks of
things. Tracey's lookalike proves himself to be just as smart and
studly as the real deal, as he strikes a winning pose, and yells,
"Caterpie, Tackle attack!"
Caterpie bellows in exuberance ("priiii"), and charges towards
Avalanche at full speed! After about three minutes, Avalanche gets
tired of waiting, so he considerately walks over to Caterpie's end of
the field, and steps on its back. The crowd cheers insanely. The
elderly MC turns to Blizzard, "It's amazing! You haven't uttered a
single word, yet your Tyranitar knows exactly what to do in battle! By
any chance, are you half Espeon?"
Blizzard's response is interrupted when somebody in the stands calls
out, "Hey! Isn't there supposed to be a Dragonite in this story?"
Which leads right into the next battle: Sonny VS Master T, a
professional Pokemon trainer who looks strikingly like Will from the
Elite 4. Sunkern and Dragonite hover at opposite ends of the field,
staring daggers at each other. Neither one of them is going to let its
trainer lose! After what seems like an eternity, the flag falls, and,
the battle starts--Sunkern whips its little leaf arms about, sending
spiny-edged pieces of foliage flying at the Dragonite! Dragonite
dodges, and hurtles towards Sunkern with a full speed Fly attack.
"Oh, no!" Sonny despairs, "There's no way Sunkern can dodge in time!"
Just as the Dragonite is closing the gap, Sunkern realizes that
someone's talking about it, and with the enemy mere inches away, it
sneezes! Dragonite keels over, sobbing in pain, and longing for the
days when members of its species were still a match for Pikachu,
Nidoran, and other unevolved Pokémon.
Dragonite's trainer recalls it, sorrowfully, "Gee, my Dragonite was
defeated by a G/S Pokémon. Those G/S Pokémon are really strong! Maybe
I should start raising some G/S Pokémon! Maybe we all should!" SD
Imakuni materializes in the stands to remind viewers that Pokémon
Crystal and NEO Destiny boosters are currently available in stores at
a low, low price.
"Woah!" Sonny shouts, "We did it! We beat Master T! And now we have a
shot at winning the championship!"
Indeed, it is time for the final bought of the tournament. The
competitors are Sunkern and Avalanche! The individual members of the
audience lean over in their seats, and focus in on the arena, barely
daring to breath as the two titans take their places on the field
below. The old man who runs the tournament takes up a mic once again,
"Today we have witnessed the rise and fall of many great trainers,
trainers who gave it their all, and poured their hearts into their
matches for better or for worse. It all comes down to this. Sonny!
Blizzard! Are you ready? Then, let the battle begin!"
Avalanche Stomps on Sunkern, and breaks its back.
The crowd goes nuts. Never before has an unknown trainer walked in on
one of their sacred competitions, and defeated not one, but all of
their hometown heroes with one move! This is surely cause for
Sonny approaches Blizzard to shake her paw, "Wow, when I confided in
you, and told you how there was going to be this tournament, and how I
was afraid of losing, I never DREAMED that you'd enter the tournament
and end up being the one who caused me to lose. Kinda paradoxical,
isn't it? Well, it doesn't matter that you crushed my dreams of
becoming a famous Pokémon trainer. I'm just glad we're friends!"
"I didn't mind losing, either." Master T. puts his hand on Sonny's
shoulder, "It's not like there's any shame in losing to a kid. I mean,
even if you HAVE spent the past ten years of your life training
Pokémon, and you don't have any other skills, and your opponent was
using a Sunkern that he caught in the National Park three days
ago...why, that's no reason to end it ALL..." His left eye's
twitching, and he's grinning in a very unnatural fashion.
"Congratulations, Blizzard!" The MC announces, "You've won the
tournament! Here's 6,000,000 pokebucks that you can use to pay off
your debt at the Game Corner! Oh, and a Metal Coat for evolving the
Scyther that you're going to meet in a couple of weeks."
"Persian," Blizzard closes her eyes contentedly, ""
"Cool," Sting remarks, "<'Guess someone got tired of writing about