From: Yoda <yoda325344@aol.com.jedi> Subject: [PW!] Speed Demons Date: Friday, August 13, 1999 8:34 PM [PW!] Speed Demons P:OTPW!:.. [PW!] Homeless Men and Cranky Gym Leaders. Cloud had met the owner of the voice, a man who gets transported to the roof of the Cinnabar Gym every time someone surfs, then steps on shore while next to the gym. He "got rid" of him, then found Blaine harassing the guy and yelling at him constantly. Now Cloud is seeking a new adventure on the back of his Charizard, Tyrant. -===---===--===---===--===---===- What seemed like a fireball exploded accross the sky, ripping clouds apart. Many people in Fuschia city stopped and stared in awe of what seemed like a phenomenon. But as one man put it, fireballs didn't have black and red Pidgeottos following them. Cloud clutched onto the wings tighter with every minute. He was going at a blazing speed, literally. Tyrant cut through the air, his flame leaving wisps of smoke and fire as a trail. All the more harder for Corsair, having to dodge around them. -=-=-=-=-<Scene Switch.>-=-=-=-=- A teenager stood on the roof of Pokémon Center. He had black hair, and was dressed in red pants, and a red flight jacket. "Grr.. that guy thinks he's so slick, riding on his Charizard like that. Let's see who the real speed demon is!!! Pokéball, GO!" The energy released by the Pokéball formed a Pidgeot. The feathers on his head formed a make-shift cape, blowing in the wind. His trainer mounted him, and in a few flaps, was off in a flash. -=-=-=-=-<Scene Switch.>-=-=-=-=- "Hey Corsair, you think you can ever do this?" Cloud joked about Tyrant's flying. # No.. but maybe HE can. # Corsair retorted. "You're halluncinating again, Cors--" With that, a red streak flew by Cloud, zooming past them. The streak then curved around, doing a U-Turn, heading straight for Tyrant. He sneered. "The hell is this?!" Cloud demanded. The streak stopped mere inches away from Tyrant's mouth, and a gust formed straight at Cloud, blowing his air around. The teenager on the Pidgeot laughed. Cloud scowled. "What's the idea, hotshot? You want a steel-toed boot shoved up your ass?" The Pidgeot flew over right next to Cloud, the teenager smiling evily. "And you're the one to deliver it, I gather?" Cloud shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, kid. You really remind me of a younger version of myself." The kid's eyes lit up. "Really?!" Cloud grimaced, and punched the kid in the face. "No." "AHHH!!!!! MY FACE YOU PIECE OF CRAP!" Cloud lit a cigarette. "I have an idea, punk. Me vs. You. Pokémon battle. Right now. In the air. Think you can handle that?" "DAMN YOU, MY NOSE!!" "I'll take that as a 'yes'." Tyrant flew higher in the air, and got primed for combat. -===---===--===---===--===---===- TBC? -- Yoda Site: http://yoda.pagehub.com E-Mail: Grasshopper@hotpop.com, Yajirobi@bigfoot.com ICQ: 31178519 AIM: YodaMonX, Yotenks Quotes: "Yoink!" "It said Win95 or better, so I bought a Mac." "Do. Or do not. There is no try." (Remove .jedi)