From: Chet Weaver - Burn Up and Go! (nichirasu@hotmail.com) Subject: [PW!][SC][R1] One-'Mon Skarmory! View: Complete Thread (5 articles) Original Format Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-03 16:42:44 PST "Well, anything?" Smasher's Larvitar, Big Time, just slumps down on the rock he's sitting on and sighs. His trainer follows suit in a more exasperated manner. The entire purpose for Smasher's journey through Johto was to collect enough badges to take Big Time to his native habitat of Mt. Silver. Now at the Silver Conference, he's found that the depressed Larvitar's mood hasn't been elevated by noticable margin. "It figures," Smasher says. "I don't know what I have to do to make you happy. Not that it'd help much for the Silver Conference. Even if I could cheer you up, there's no way I can train you to be on par with the rest of my team before the tournament ends." Big Time doesn't respond. He just continues staring at his feet. "I didn't mean to harsh you or anything," Smasher continues. "I'm just a little frustrated, I guess. There'll be other tournaments, and by then you'll be kicking butt with the best of 'em! But for now just sit back and watch your number-one trainer do what he does best. And don't worry about the Psychic-types. Shuriken's got all the resistance I'll need for now. Right, Shuriken?" Shuriken the skateboarding Starmie, ignoring Smasher's prompting, skates up to Big Time and communicates a reassuring telepathic message to him. The rock-type sighs and a moment later says, "Lar, larvitar lar." "Okay," Smasher says unenthusiastically. "I've got to prepare for my match. When you're ready, meet me in the green room." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Round One of the Silver Conference!" the announcer greeted over the PA. "The first match-up will be between Derek Fisher and Smasher from Lavender Town in Kanto! The match will begin once the trainers take their places. Funny, it looks as if Voltorbs have lined up on either side of the green trainer's entrance. What could this be about?" Loud music began to thump its way out of the green entrance. Smasher soon followed, grooving his way on to the field to the tune of the boombox he was holding. The Voltorbs immediately Self-Destructed in unison, flinging Smasher face-first to his box in a shower of electronic parts and completely ruining his entrance. "My boombox!" Smasher exclaimed shortly before his skateboard slammed into his Marowak-skull helmet. "A otherwise spectactular entrance goes up in smoke - literally - due to bad timing!" the announcer declared. "Hopefully, this extreme-sport enthusiast from the East has better-trained team than that! Those of you with good memories may vaguely recall Smasher washing out early in the semi-finals of the Indigo League tournament a couple years ago! Is this botched entrance a sign of history repeating itself?" "Not if I can help it," muttered Smasher as he and Shuriken gathered up the parts of his shattered stereo while his opponent made his entrance. To be continued...?