From: R2D2METWO <r2d2metwo@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] Ener Lasser Date: Sunday, July 25, 1999 11:35 AM A tall, slender figure, accompanied by a Machamp and a Hitmonlee, walked quickly towards Mount Moon. "Machamp, Machamp Champ?? Chaaaaaaaammmp???" "No, Machamp, I am not giving you a piggyback ride. Maybe later." " MA - CHAMP!!!" The exceptionally large Machamp folded both pairs of arms across his chest, stuck out his bottom lip, and planted his butt firmly on the ground. "Machamp Champ ChampMachamp!!" "Okay, okay, how 'bout this? When we get to Cerulean, I'll buy you a Pikachu burger at the Pokémon café. "Machamp Machamp champ?" "No, their not made from real Pikachu! Now come on, let's get going!" "Lee, Hitmonlee?" "Fine, we can run there then." "MACHAMP!!" "Oh, come on you big baby you can run. Besides, we need to catch up with that covered wagon or whatever. We would be there already if you hadn't eaten all those cheese ballz before we left!" "Champ Machamp!" "I don't care how much your stomach hurts! Let's just go! Ready…set…See ya losers!" Machamp and Hitmonlee blasted after the cheating Lasser in pursuit of the caravan that was pulled by an incredibly fast Rapidash. Lasser finally reached Cerulean gasping up to his Hitmonlee meditating on the ground, not the least bit winded. Machamp stumbled a short distance behind Lasser pumping one pair of his arms while grasping at his stomach with the other two. "Ma…(gasp)…champ…(gasp)…*thud!*" Machamp fell flat on his face from exhaustion "Hitmonlee! Ha Ha Ha Ha!" Hitmonlee cracked up at the sight of Machamp lying on his face. He laughed so hard that he fell over himself. After Lasser had rescued Hitmonlee from his laughing fit and Machamp had recovered from his fall, all three of them went into the Pokémon café for breakfast. There was an all-you-can-eat special going on at the café. "100 dollars each? Hmmm, let's see here. Cool! I have enough for all three of us! Electabuzz, Ivysaur, and Hitmonchan will have to wait to eat, I don't have enough money for all of them." Hitmonlee and Lasser headed to the salad table to stack up on Jell-O. Meanwhile, Machamp was disposing of the dessert tray. As soon as the three of them were finished with their breakfast, and Machamp took some Tylenol, Lasser heard an excited yell from Hitmonlee. "Monlee! Hitmon! Lee!!" "What are you talking about? Boots? Why in the world would you want boots?" Hitmonlee calmed down and repeated very patiently, "Monlee, Hitmon lee." "What?! You mean Jerry's Persian? I thought that dipthong had gone to the Elite Four a long time ago?" Hitmonlee grabbed Lasser on both sides of his head and turned Lasser's head until he was looking at the back of a boy conferring with the Persian sitting across from him. Lasser could just make out the deep blue jewel embedded in the Persian's forehead, replacing the usual red one. "That is Boots! But that really doesn't look like Jerry. Hmmm… strange. I hope that the new guy hasn't made Boots keep his old name. As I recall, the Persian HATED the name "Boots". So would I, so ya can't blame him, anyway.. Hey.. Machamp, get over here!" Lasser waited until the Pokémon had built up enough courage to leave his precious ice cream after convincing himself that no one would steal it. "Do you recognize that Persian?" Machamp squinted a little, then drew back, shocked. "MA - Chaaamp!!!" "Exactly. Now, guys, follow me." Lasser sidled up to the table and said, "Hey, boots, how ya doin'?" suddenly the Persian turned around and jumped on Lasser, purring happily. "Hello, I assume you know Pardus?" Lasser managed to get up from under Pardus to greet the stranger that looked about 15, only a year older than him. "Hello, my name is Darian McCain. Nice to meet you. What is your name? I would normally not ask, but since Pardus obviously trusts you, It might be nice to travel together." Lasser decided the stranger was a bit too formal, but that is probably because he has no friends except his Pokémon, but that would change. Then Lasser had an Idea. "My name is Lasser Raidon. Pardus, you say? Is that what he goes by now? He must enjoy that better than Boots…anyway, he used to belong to my "best friend", well, according to my mother. I thought he was an idiot. And a jerk. And any other diss you can think of that I can't say because there are young Pokémon present. Did you ever notice that blue jewel on Pardus' forehead? It is red on most Persians. That is how we could tell it was Pardus. The blue jewel." Darian looked shocked. "You mean that Pardus has a different Jewel than most Persians? Cool!" Lasser decided it was time to cut the small talk about now. "I want to see what sort of training you've done on your Persian. Let's see if you are better than Jeremy." "What are you talking about?" I'm talking about a battle.1 on 1. Your Pardus Vs my Machamp. C'mon, let's go! Just a friendly battle, C'mon!!! Even ask your Persian, please??" Darian walked over to his Persian, who was having a friendly conversation with Hitmonlee and Machamp. "Hey, Pardus, wanna fight the Machamp?" the Persian's eyes glinted dangerously as he got as malicious a face as a Persian can get. "Peeaeerr-ssiaan!!!" "Allright then." Darian walked back over to Lasser and said "Okay, if Pardus is up for it, let's go!!!!"