From: S. Flamehair <highbard_HOOPAK_@yahoo.com> Subject: [PW!] You're On! -or- A Bad Case of Indigestion {Frost}{C&R} Date: Wednesday, November 17, 1999 2:41 PM "Damn, I'm hungry!" Ray moaned. "When are we going to get something to eat?" Chuck, who was getting sick and tired of Ray's whining, sighed, "When we find a restaurant." The two boys and their Pokémon were wandering through Pewter City, aimlessly, but enjoying the sites. Except for Ray who was famished from not eating in 8 hours. Suddenly, Ray spotted the Golden Arches of a Mr. McMimey's. "Sustenance!" he screamed as he rushed towards the fast food joint. By the time Chuck, Pyre, and Sparq got inside, he had already ordered three Big Mimes and was devouring them. "God, Ray, slow down!" Chuck said, disgusted by how quickly Ray was ingesting dead cow. He ordered himself a salad and sat down as Ray was busy sucking down his 32-ounce soda. Sparq, who was also viewing the spectacle, turned to the more knowledgeable Pyre. {Is he gonna explode like a Koffing?} Pyre, who was busy eating his Pokéchow, lifted an eye. {Probably not, but he will be sick to his stomach later on.} Chuck was finishing his salad when he noticed a kid in a nearby booth twirling two Pokéballs in his hand as he was drinking an orange soda. Chuck swallowed the last bite of salad, and stood, facing the boy. "Hey kid, I challenge you to a Pokémon match. 2 on 2." Ray belched. "Go get 'em, Tiger!" Sparq looked around for one, but the closest he could find was Pyre, who was already gearing up for battle. The boy stood, and looked at Chuck. "You're on!" A voice yelled from the direction of the counter. "Hey, if you battle in here, I'll have to ask you to stop!" No one paid attention to the manager, who was getting his people ready for clean-up duty. The boy expanded one of his Pokéballs, and laughed. "I bet you've never fought with anyone from PokéTech, have you?" He cocked his arm back and threw the Pokéball. "Go, Seel!" It appeared with its battle cry at its lips. "Seel!" Chuck, now a bit worried, threw out his Pokéball. "Here we go, Flutter!" The Pidgey began flapping around the room. "Hey, stop that! Or I'll kick you out for a day!" the manager wailed. "Seel, Ice Beam!" The Seel's horn flashed as a bright blue beam shot out and narrowly missed Flutter. "Flutter, Quick Attack!" Flutter dived in and rammed the Seel with its beak. To its Credit, the Seel nailed Flutter with its beam, but was knocked out in doing so, as was Flutter. "A draw!" the boy yelled. He threw out his other Pokéball. "Go, Gastly!" Chuck was shocked. "How did you get Gastly?" he yelled, his voice cracking a bit. The boy smirked. "You learn these things in PokéTech." Chuck gulped. "Here we go, Stinger!" The Beedrill whizzed around the room. The boy laughed. "Gastly, Lick Attack!" The ghost swooped in and licked the buzzing Beedrill. Stinger wavered as the Paralysis set in. Valiantly, the wasp attempted to counterattack, but fell to the ground, buzzing sporadically. Chuck's arms fell. "Damn, I lost!" The boy jumped in the air. "YES!! I won!" He ran over to Chuck and shook his hand. "Thanks, I needed that. Now I know I can beat Brock!" He was about to rush to the Pokémon Center when he turned back. "What's your name, by the way?" Chuck smiled. "When you tell of your stunning victory, don't forget get you bet Raymond Neupert." "And likewise, your better is Frost!" With that the boy left. Chuck smiled. He collected his fallen Pokémon, and looked around for Ray. Sparq pointed towards the lavatories. {He's in there,} the mouse chirped. "I warned him..." TBC You're welcome, Frosterfree. And feel free to battle me any time, since we'll be on the same path for a short while. -- S. Flamehair Remove "_HOOPAK_" to reply via E-mail! The intelligent are wary of a bored kender! ICQ# 29042774