From: Time Lady <sailrgal@swbell.net> Subject: Re: [PW]Tony...thief you say? Date: Friday, July 16, 1999 7:55 PM JerichoNet wrote: > A small lake background is shown as Tony Desavio stood infront of a young > trainer. > > "You foolish plebian, do you actually think you have what it takes to beat > me?" Proclaimed Tony as he looked down upon the peasant. > > "Yeah, you keep talking." the child seemed so surprisingly confident. > "Pidgeotto go!" > > "Ahhh foolish one. Go Charmander!" > > Charmander sprung forward from the pokeball, eyes red with fury. Pidegeotto > hovered far above his head. A sort of staredown formed as Tony broke the > silence. > "Teach this commoner a lesson, flamethrower." > The Pidgeotto attempted to dodge but was burned on his right wing. > "Gust Attack now!" Pigeotto flewdown and sent a gust of wind after > charmander. > Tony, "Quick Ember" Charmander let go a burst of flame as pidgeotto was hit > dead on... "Now Scratch" Pidgeotto felt a sting of chars nails..."And now, > finish him off....Slash!" The Pidgeotto hit the ground hard as it bled from > the multiple bloes it had recieved. The young trainer was shocked that his > pokemon had fallen down so easy. Grinning, Tony stared down the trainer who > pulled out his pokeball to return pidgeotto. "Quick Slash him charmander." > The ball was quickly dropped as the trainer grabbed his arm to try to stop the > bleeding. "Time to leave bud..." Fearing for his safety, the trainer ran up > into the hills. "Leaving this pokemon behind, poor fool." Tony picked up the > pokeball, grinned and said, "Pidgeotto return". He hooked the pokeball to his > belt and he and his charmander headed out of the country...too a place where he > could show his real strength... Along the road, Tony saw a rather large, rather fancy, rather costly motor home. He heard a voice. "Come on Jeeves... keep moving in the grass and flushing out Pokemon for Poopsie to battle. He has to get more experience." Tony moved closer to investigate. He observed a rather stylish 11 year old girl, in what he knew to be costly clothing, directing a middle aged man in a chauffeur's uniform. The chauffeur was crawling about the grass. Suddenly he jumped back as a Rattata lept from the grass. "Poopsie! Go get it!" Tony could almost see the Clefairy roll its eyes in exasperation as it began to chase the Rattata. "Pound it Poopsie, pound it!" The Clefairy began a half-hearted chase of the Rattata. After a few minutes, the Rattata escaped. "Oooooo.... bad Clefairy!" exclaimed the trainer. "Miss Candy," ventured the chauffeur in one of those typical snooty butler voices. "I believe the Pokemon is supposed to search for its own opponents." "What? And let my dear little Poopsie get all dirty in the grass?" returned Candy. "Never! Poopsie has to get better. I have to get more badges. Mummy said that she heard Sarah Jane has SIX badges, AND over 20 Pokemon.... and _she_ just started a few months ago!" Candy stamped her foot angrily. "I _have_ to face the Elite Four before she does! I have to!" "Yes Miss Candy," returned Jeeves in an exasperated sigh as he returned to his job. "Cle-FAI-ry," said a rather annoyed and bored Poopsie. Intrigued at finding another trainer from his class of life, Tony decided to go and try to introduce himself. <TBC> -- (o)_(o) || Time Lady, sailrgal@swbell.net _(^*^)_ || sailrgal@hotmail.com, sailrgal@my-dejanews.com (__ __) || Visit the Mystic Manor Homepage /_/\_\ || http://members.tripod.com/~MysticManor