Subject: [PW!] Misty's Wrath
Date: Monday, November 29, 1999 4:21 AM
Misty had finished her morning swim for the day, and now she was getting
dressed for an afternoon of gym battles. She slid a pair of leggless jean
shorts over her bikini, being careful to leave the top unbuttoned, and the
zipper half down. Then she wiggled into an orange halter top, keeping the neck
loose, so anyone at eye level with her head could easily stare down the shirt.
Next, she attached her leather suspenders, hiking her short shorts up even
higher. She didn't have to worry about the suspenders chafing her exposed
stomach, because, thanks to the way her body curved, they never came anywhere
near it. Finally, she grabbed her Pokébelt, and hung it loosely around her
The youngest Cerulean Gym leader admired her reflection in the swimming pool,
pleased to have finally surpassed her three sisters in fashion sense. She could
tell they were jealous, because whenever she asked them how she looked, they
sweatdropped, and came up with an excuse for leaving.
From the other end of the gym, there came the sound of a door opening and
closing. Blizzard the Persian strode purposefully into the gym, glad that she
had found it, after what seemed like ten days of searching. On her way in, she
passed a Slowpoke, who seemed to be in a daze, and paid her no heed. Blizzard
couldn't help feeling a little insulted--after all, she was used to having
everyone comment on her remarkable beauty. Under normal circumstances, she
would have beaten the Slowpoke over the head, to teach it some manners; but
today she had more important things to worry about. She sauntered over to where
Misty was standing, and sat down before her.
"A Persian?" Misty blinked, "What's a Persian doing in my gym?"
"Persian shian shian persin purr sian persian shann shann purr," Blizzard
"What, are you hungry? We don't have any milk here. Just Calistoga, and some
diet Frappuccinos! I don't suppose you'd want any of that..."
"Persian shian persian persian persian shan!!!!"
"Ash is stuck down the well?!?" Misty crossed her arms. "Well, I'm not calling
the fire department this time! Tell him he can use his Bulbasaur or whatever,
to get himself out!"
"Persian shan shan persian..." Blizzard sighed, frustrated that Misty couldn't
understand her request for a badge. "Persian persian shan persian shan shan
persina persian shan shan persian!"
"Are you sick?" Somehow, Misty managed to lift the puma-sized wildcat, and
cuddle it against her chest! "Poor thing. We'll get you to the Poké Center, and
Nurse Joy'll have you fixed right up!"
Frightened by the prospect of getting 'fixed', Blizzard voiced her request with
new resolve. She struggled in Misty's arms, and flailed her claws about,
indicating that she wanted to fight! "Persian shian shian persian persian shan
One of her paws went flailing a little too wildly, and slashed Misty's shirt
wide open! Although no more of her was revealed than before, Misty
instinctively dropped the Persian, and clutched her chest. "Why, you!" Misty
fumed, too upset to come up with anything more threatening than 'Why, you!' .
"Grrr...that's it! I want a match, right now!"
"Persian!" Blizzard smiled, pleased to have finally gotten through to the gym
leader. She happily bounced across the floating mats that lay throughout the
swimming pool, the slippery platforms being no problem for her, thanks to her
many years in Seafoam. The Persian chose a platform that was to her liking, and
took a seat, careful to avoid any puddles.
"Hmm...." Misty stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Now, which Pokémon should I
use? Tentacruel? Nah. Dewgong? Nah. Gyarados? Overkill. Staryu? Starmie? Too
predictable. Goldeen? Better wait for it to evolve into Seaking. Horsea? Better
wait for it to evolve into *something*. Togepi? Er...Maybe not. Psyduck?"
"Just a preventive measure." Misty tossed the mallet aside. "Ah, here we go.
Misty calls Poliwrath!"
On the platform across from Blizzard's, a large bluish-grey creature appeared.
It glared at her with its big, angry eyes, and clenched its white gloves into
fists. Somehow, it managed to grunt "Poli! Wrath!" despite the fact that it had
Blizzard cocked her head, trying to make heads or tails of the creature.
Finally, she gave up, and turned back toward Misty. "Persian?"
"Never seen one'a these before, eh?" Misty sneered, "Well, don't feel too
bad--you're one of the many. We'll just have to ingrain it in your memory!
Poliwrath! Let's give that cat a fight it'll never forget!"
For a long time, neither Blizzard nor the Poliwrath made a move. Blizzard was
still trying to size up her bizarre opponent, wondering if she had any moves
that would be effective against it. Bite was out, of course, because she didn't
want to lick the vile, slimy tadpole. Slash would be her best bet then...but
she really didn't want to touch the thing, even with her three inch claws.
Payday? There was an attack she hadn't used for a while. Yes, a long range
attack would be perfect for this situation. The Persian squinted at her
opponent, judging the distance between them, calculating the trajectory of her
Poliwrath hadn't attacked yet, because it was busy performing Amnesia!
Suddenly, its eyes snapped open. It leapt into the air, and came down in a cat
stance. With a cry of "HA!" it clapped both fists together, then threw them out
towards Blizzard, unleashing a Hydro Pump attack from its palms!
Fortunately for Blizzard, this was one of those one-in-five chances, where
Hydro Pump missed its mark completely. Unfortunately, the only reason it had
missed her, was because Blizzard had jumped in the pool to dodge it. The very
wet, and very unhappy Persian cat-paddled around the pool, finding it difficult
to swim with her drenched fur weighing her down.
"All right, Poliwrath," Misty snapped her fingers, "Now that it's in the water,
there's no way you can lose! Not that there was any chance of losing to begin
with! Get in there, and give it your Submission attack!"
"Poli...wrath..." Poliwrath dove into the pool after Blizzard. It cut across
the water with long, graceful strokes, and although Blizzard could normally run
circles around a Poliwrath, she was out of her element, and unable to escape.
When Poliwrath came close to its target, it latched onto her with all four
limbs, and wrestled her to the bottom of the pool.
Blizzard's eyes went wide, as they sunk deeper into the water, and throwing her
vanity into the wind, she began to claw desperately at the Poliwrath's body.
The burst of action caused her to run out of air more quickly, and within
seconds, she felt like her lungs were about to burst. The surface of the water
seemed to draw further away, and the Poliwrath's face in front of her became
blurry. Blizzard felt a sudden snap at the back of her head, and then
everything went dark...
"Great job, Poliwrath!" Misty congratulated her Pokémon, as it lugged itself
out of the pool, pulling the drowned Persian after it. "Now, what to do with a
fainted Persian. Hmmm... Maybe I'll trade it to that guy down at the Earth Gym!
He's always looking for Persians, and I could use that Kingler of his. Then
again, I think I remember something about the Earth Gym being affiliated with
Team Rocket. I'll just keep this Persian for myself! After all, a Classy Cat
befits a classy Pokémon trainer like me!"
Upon saying this, Misty carelessly shrugged off her torn halter top; and
motioned for Poliwrath to follow her to the Pokémon Center, so they could heal
her new Persian. As they left, a rather dazed Psyduck stood up, and realized
that it was wearing the discarded garment atop its head. It blushed slightly,
and decided to try it on. "Psy ai ai..."