From: Bongin' Lazy Elf <droe50@yahoo.com> Subject: [PW!][LEAGUE] Grass Field Gauntlet: Dernam VS. Gads Date: Wednesday, December 15, 1999 2:38 PM OOC: Sorry I could't make this earlier, Locke, but on Monday the 'rents hd other ideas, and Tuesday when it was done, my newsreader server had the hickups. "Well, 6 old pal, it ain't every day you spike a bowl of puch with asprin. Time to get he nxt match, what ya say?" "Flaaarrreeee!!" Walking through busy halls, he was gad he was larger and more opposing than most of the younger trainers. Theysimply moved out of the way. Soon, he and 6 stood outside the arenas, prepared for he next fight. The field selector spun, and spun, an spun, round and round it goes, where it stops nobody kn... "Congratulations, you are on the Grass Field, against Gads Trisan." Someone behind Dernam jumped. "You mean he guywith Sketch? Hey, everybody, SKETCH IS ON THE GRASS FIELD!" A near-rabid band of people bolted past Dernam, 6, and he receptionist who was, to Dernam's concealed delite, the red-head from earlier. "Go figure, I'm the one fighting, and I'm also the last one through the door...." "Welcome, everyone. I'm Bob." "And I'm Tom." "We'll be your announcers for this match." "We have a truckload of exctement for you today, folks. Straight from Saffron City's Fighting Dojo, is Gads Trisan!" Uproarious applause from the audience, and chanting of 'Sketch! Sketch! Sketch!' "That's right, Tom. Coming back from a loss earlier, Gads has still managed to steal the heart of the crowd with his charismatic, marker-wielding Jigglypuff, Sketch. Let's see if his popularity with the crowd can help pull him through this tough match." Gads, Monk-chan mounted in the usual position atop his had, walks to his platform, raising it to the 10-foot height. Monk-chan directs his gaze, first down to the ground, so he could see how to land when he is sent out, then at the opposite platform, to wait who he wishes to defeat. "Now, Tom, from what we here at Pokémon League have been able to gather, and it ain't much, Dernam hails from Fuschia City, presumablyhavng spent time there at that gym. Whle here at the League games, he's so far beaten Amber of Cerulean in one of the nastiest stunts recorded, being introduced by an expletive-laden song by the Insane Clown Posse, ICP." "So who will it be, Bob, the crowd favorite, or the guy that seems to have no decency whatsoever?" <Elsewhere> "Yo, musicboy." "Yes sir, I'm at your beck and call." Unlike the last guy that controlled the sound, this one was actually civil looking and kind. He understood completely as Dernam made his own selection, and exited out into the stadium to the tune of "Will They Die 4 You?" By Mase, Puff Daddy, Lil' Kim, and System of a Down. Boarding his own platform opposite Gads, he surveyed the area. Grass. No obstacles. Clear spaces. Should be intresting. The crowd chanted there 'Sketch!' mantra. Obligingly, Gads sent out his Jigglypuff. The crowd went nuts. "Morons....." Dernam said under his breath. "6, get out there and show that sucker just how combustable it is." "Flaaaaareeee!" 6 charged out into the field, but lost speed as it came within 10 feet of Sketch. He put his ears back, defensive like, and creeped up till he was in Sketch's face. "Jiggly!" squeaked Sketch, drawing the marker and pointing it at 6 as if to say, 'En guard!' 6, now sensing the match was somehow compromised, looked at the new obstacle. A pen. A.... his ears popped straight up in an instant... SHINY PEN! Without hesitation, 6 took his new treasure from the the pink little puffball with a quick bite and yank. Sketch facefaulted, as did most of the crowd, and Dernam, and Gads for that matter.. Meanwhile, 6 just wandered off and began batting his new possesion around, curling in a ball with it, and other such things. Some people, whil not most, stopped to 'Oooh' and 'Aahhhh' at the display of utter, sickening cuteness. Not Sketch. Oh no, Sketch was pissed. It's little arms poppped up, and started waving. Back. And forth. Back. And forth. "Uhoh, Bob, this looks to be a Metronome. Who KNOWS what will come of this?" 6 payed no heed, simply rolling with the pleasure of something glimmering. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the ground split, a rock flew up into Sketch's hands, and it was let loose at amazing speed. 6, coming out of his shiny stupor, sensed the projectile just in time, and rolling out of the way. Playtime, it seemed would have to wait. "Look out, little Flareon, another Metronome is on the way!" Sketched wagged it's fingers, wagged and wagged, and suddenly dissappeared underground! 6 just ran and ran and ran until.... "6, jump for christ's sake!" 6 jumped, and narrowly avoided Sketch as the pissed Jigglypuff burst from the ground. Sketch immediatly initiated another Metronome, and suddenly, gunned at 6 with a Quad-blast of water. "Unbelievable, Bob! Sketch the Jigglypuff gets Rock Throw, Dig, and them Hydro Pump, 3 attacks in a row, all to it's advantage! That's luck if I've ever seen it! What will be next?" 6 was unable to evade, and got slammed bigtime. He slid all the way to the podium that Dernam stood on, which was fortunate because of 6's lack of a Pokéball and inability to be recalled. Dernam wasn't mad. Hey, losses happen. But maybe he could turn this around. He threw his second Pokémon out. "And Dernam has sent out a Gastly! Will Sketch's luck hold and get a Psychic or Earthquake?!" Shadow beared down at the Jigglypuff as it reclaimed it's pen. The crowd roared as Sketch lifted it over it's head in triumph before Shadow made himself known by showing up in Sketch's face. Sketch tried to poke his left eye. It floated effortlessly to the right. Then his right eye. It soared to the left. Sketch tried to poke him again. Same result. Then tried to slash him with it. His eyes zipped behind him. Tried his mouth. It vanished out of reach. Sketch, now pissed thoroughly, proceeded with what appeared to be a Fury Attack, but Shadow's liquid face dodged the jabs effortlessly. "Shadow, Confuse Ray." Same calm voice, never yell, it's inefficient. The immediate area went black, and a white bolt hits Sketch! Silence and boos from the crowd. Sketch, unable to see what is happening, proceeds to scribble on it's cute pink face! Eventually, Sketch falls over, with a very acurate rendition of Leonardo DaVinci's Mona Lisa on it's pink forhead. Shadow can't help but snicker. "Umm, Sketch, Metronome!" Gads had decided luck might hold out, and the entire crowd sat on edge to see what would happen. Sketch twitched it's fingers, puffing up for extra effect. Suddenly, it is magically lifted off the ground, and flies up, up, nd then down, down, down, feet first at Shadow.... and flies right through, smacking into the unforgiving ground, rolling, and finally stopping, with cute little swirls for eyes. "Gas ah ah ah ah ah!" "Unbelievable, Tom, Sketch's luck finally runs out as it Metronomes HI JUMP KICK! Doh! Sorry Sketch!" "Sketch, return." The crowd boos and hisses as Sketch is carted off the field by a red energy beam. "Go.....Dow!" With a click, a flash, and a ping! sound, a Drowzee appears. "Well, Bob, will Drowzee get the best of Gastly? It looks likely, but right now, it's up to Mr. Locke! Take it away!" TBC! Bongin' Lazy Elf