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This is my first post on this site, but I have been writing for a little over six years professionally. I hope you like this story, it has been one I have wanted to share with people, but my editor told me there is no market for it, but I proved her wrong when I found this fan site lol. Enjoy...
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The sun had just sunk behind the mountains, shrouding the massive arena in darkness. The Finals of the Pokemon Championships were about to begin and the crowd was getting restless, a ripple of whispering moved throughout. They had been waiting so patiently for this moment for more then two weeks, and now they were only a few seconds from the greatest match that there would ever be.
The challenger’s gates opened and a young man walked out. The crowd was deathly silent, as if this man had been sentenced to death. But with the reigning champion about to defend his title for the tenth time in a row, this challenger was going up against the greatest Pokemon Trainer in the country, maybe even the world. Ten years the champion had dominated, the closest he had come to losing was in his first ever title match, when he narrowly won against the reigning champion. This man was a legend.
The crowd roared in excitement as their champion marched out, his hands held high over his head, celebrating a win that he hadn’t earn yet. But with him, it was only a matter of time. They sent out their first Pokemon and the crowd roared even louder. The Challenger used his strongest, a large Arcanine, its fiery red hair blowing in the gentle breeze, making it looking even more menacing. The Champion decided to start the match of a little differently, he used a Tropius, one of his weaker Pokemon.
“Are you insane?” the challenger yelled over the crowd. His opponent smiled and pushed his greasy black hair out of his eyes.
“You make the first move!” the champion yelled.
“If you say so! Arcanine! Use flame thrower!”
The large Arcanine charged at the massive Tropius and jumped high above it with its powerful legs. A jet of flame erupted from the Pokemons mouth, engulfing the grass Pokemon with an intense heat. Arcanine landed just behind Tropius with a roar of victory.
“Give me a challenge!” the challenger yelled, but again the Champion smiled and shook his head.
“Since you asked! Tropius! Hyper Beam!”
The flames around Tropius died down and a massive beam of pure energy shot out and hit Arcanine square in the face, sending him flying into the far wall. The referee ran over and examined the Pokemon who was not moving. He raised the green flag showing that the winner of that round was the Champion. The crowd roared again, the very noise shaking the stadium.
“What’s the matter?” the champion asked as he flicked his hair back again. The challenger had fallen to his knees, a look of shock etched all over his face. He couldn’t believe that his strongest Pokemon, a fire type, had lost to his opponents weakest, grass type Pokemon. He knew now that he could not win this battle, the champion was just too strong.
“Did you have to beat that kid so bad?”
“He needed to be put into his place Rachel, you know that. He was too cocky,” the victorious champion said as he sat down on a bench in his changing room. The door opened and the challenger entered, tears welling in his eyes.
“Please sir! I beg of you! I tried my hardest, but you are just too strong! Please don’t destroy my village! We have nowhere else to go!” he begged.
“Well you should have thought about that before you lost. Now get out of my face before I call security!”
The boy sobbed and then ran out of the changing room, slamming the door in anger as he did. Rachel sighed and walked over to the wall where a map of the country was hung.
“Shall I tell the demolition team to get to work James?” she asked.
“Tell them to bulldoze the village today. Now we get to choose the next village to destroy in the name of progress. Hand me my darts please Rachel,” James said and took the gold darts that were handed to him. He closed his eyes and held a dart up. He threw it at the map and opened his eyes walked over to the map to see where it had landed.
“It looks like Reiden is the next to become a mall,” he laughed.
“Are you planning to do what you always do?” Rachel asked.
“Of course, it is funnier this way. Give them the hope of being able to save their homes and then crush them in the tournament!”
“Why can’t you just do it the proper way? This is really sick you know, bordering on inhumane. I know you are a great trainer, but what if, in the long run, you get beaten?”
“Come on now Rachel! I have never been beaten in my life, and the only time I came close to losing was ten years ago in the finals. I can’t lose, I’m golden!”
“I know, but what if you have an off day? All it takes is one of those and it is all over!”
“You worry about the legal side of our business, and let me worry about the other stuff. Now let’s get out of here before the crowd barges in looking for an autograph!”
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Prologue
Demolition
Demolition
The sun had just sunk behind the mountains, shrouding the massive arena in darkness. The Finals of the Pokemon Championships were about to begin and the crowd was getting restless, a ripple of whispering moved throughout. They had been waiting so patiently for this moment for more then two weeks, and now they were only a few seconds from the greatest match that there would ever be.
The challenger’s gates opened and a young man walked out. The crowd was deathly silent, as if this man had been sentenced to death. But with the reigning champion about to defend his title for the tenth time in a row, this challenger was going up against the greatest Pokemon Trainer in the country, maybe even the world. Ten years the champion had dominated, the closest he had come to losing was in his first ever title match, when he narrowly won against the reigning champion. This man was a legend.
The crowd roared in excitement as their champion marched out, his hands held high over his head, celebrating a win that he hadn’t earn yet. But with him, it was only a matter of time. They sent out their first Pokemon and the crowd roared even louder. The Challenger used his strongest, a large Arcanine, its fiery red hair blowing in the gentle breeze, making it looking even more menacing. The Champion decided to start the match of a little differently, he used a Tropius, one of his weaker Pokemon.
“Are you insane?” the challenger yelled over the crowd. His opponent smiled and pushed his greasy black hair out of his eyes.
“You make the first move!” the champion yelled.
“If you say so! Arcanine! Use flame thrower!”
The large Arcanine charged at the massive Tropius and jumped high above it with its powerful legs. A jet of flame erupted from the Pokemons mouth, engulfing the grass Pokemon with an intense heat. Arcanine landed just behind Tropius with a roar of victory.
“Give me a challenge!” the challenger yelled, but again the Champion smiled and shook his head.
“Since you asked! Tropius! Hyper Beam!”
The flames around Tropius died down and a massive beam of pure energy shot out and hit Arcanine square in the face, sending him flying into the far wall. The referee ran over and examined the Pokemon who was not moving. He raised the green flag showing that the winner of that round was the Champion. The crowd roared again, the very noise shaking the stadium.
“What’s the matter?” the champion asked as he flicked his hair back again. The challenger had fallen to his knees, a look of shock etched all over his face. He couldn’t believe that his strongest Pokemon, a fire type, had lost to his opponents weakest, grass type Pokemon. He knew now that he could not win this battle, the champion was just too strong.
“Did you have to beat that kid so bad?”
“He needed to be put into his place Rachel, you know that. He was too cocky,” the victorious champion said as he sat down on a bench in his changing room. The door opened and the challenger entered, tears welling in his eyes.
“Please sir! I beg of you! I tried my hardest, but you are just too strong! Please don’t destroy my village! We have nowhere else to go!” he begged.
“Well you should have thought about that before you lost. Now get out of my face before I call security!”
The boy sobbed and then ran out of the changing room, slamming the door in anger as he did. Rachel sighed and walked over to the wall where a map of the country was hung.
“Shall I tell the demolition team to get to work James?” she asked.
“Tell them to bulldoze the village today. Now we get to choose the next village to destroy in the name of progress. Hand me my darts please Rachel,” James said and took the gold darts that were handed to him. He closed his eyes and held a dart up. He threw it at the map and opened his eyes walked over to the map to see where it had landed.
“It looks like Reiden is the next to become a mall,” he laughed.
“Are you planning to do what you always do?” Rachel asked.
“Of course, it is funnier this way. Give them the hope of being able to save their homes and then crush them in the tournament!”
“Why can’t you just do it the proper way? This is really sick you know, bordering on inhumane. I know you are a great trainer, but what if, in the long run, you get beaten?”
“Come on now Rachel! I have never been beaten in my life, and the only time I came close to losing was ten years ago in the finals. I can’t lose, I’m golden!”
“I know, but what if you have an off day? All it takes is one of those and it is all over!”
“You worry about the legal side of our business, and let me worry about the other stuff. Now let’s get out of here before the crowd barges in looking for an autograph!”
However, how an author acts doesn't reflect how well written his story is. I mean, most authors are either high or were alcholics but you see them producing works like Moby Dick or A Farewell to Arms or something.