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This is a fanfic i started thinking thinking up while i was sitting around thinking one day. Some characters are trainers from the past i've made up and one of them was made just recently for this Fanfic but is already being used in an RP. This is pretty much the Team Havoc Fight Club RP i created a while back except adapted more how i pictured it would be. Its a reality based pokemon so most of the pokemon have more than 4 moves but do have 'favorite' moves that they're very good at... Not much else to say about it, its my first fanfic so feel free to reply any time and tell me what you think of it so far.
Overview
This story will follow the exploits of 4 Elite Trainers who have, in their own ways, exhausted their joy for contemporary battles. Based in the not so far off future, Team Rocket had been disbanded and Giovanni retreated to a location no one knows. While in retreat, Giovanni had plenty of time to think of where he went wrong in his conquest of the regions and slowly devised a new plan which soon went into action. He began recruiting extremely powerful trainers to aid him in his conquest. Eventually he set his sights on the center of the Kanto region, Saffron, where he set up his home base and proclaimed the town his by way of force, thus establishing his and his team's new existence as "Team Havoc". Team Havoc now controls Saffron city with an iron fist, letting nothing that happens in Saffron go on without going through Team Havoc first. All of this power was wonderful but Giovanni was fearsome of his team's glory falling again. So instead, he planned against that event. He organized an underground no rules tournament where only the most brutal trainers would survive. After 2 years of scouting, he found many of the trainers he needed and via Carrier Pidgey, sent them all letters of invitation. The letter read this.
Dear Trainer,
You are receiving this letter for a very powerful reason. My scouts have pinpointed you as a trainer with very high potential to become the greatest. By this point we know about all of your accomplishments and exploits as a trainer and are quite pleased with the results. But let us cut down to the chase. Money, Fame, and Bragging Rights await you at the end of this letter. The strongest trainers from around the world are being gathered in Saffron City on July 11th of this year. That gives you approximately 1 month from when this letter arrives to to arrive at the city. This letter will be your passport into the town. From the moment you enter Saffron, you're being watched. This letter will be your access to everything you will need from food to clothing while you're present in the city, and will be the ONLY way you will gain entrance into Saffron after July 11th. This league is a chance to prove that you're beyond one of the best and can take any challenge you're faced with. If you wish to prove yourself, meet at Club Havoc in the center of Saffron on the date mentioned with a maximum of 3 of your best pokemon.
Remember...There are no nice guys. Only winners and losers.
Giovanni
Main Characters
Reina Oosaki - The Japanese Vixen from the Hoenn, Reina is a 19 year old red headed bombshell from Dewford Island who's brute strength as a trainer is scarcely rivaled. Her red hair is relatively long, reaching mid back and has two strands of hair that stick out from her forehead, scarcely being called 'bangs'. The Oosaki is known for their mastery of large pokemon and Reina is no exception for the most part. All of her pokemon possess an incredible amount of brute strength and she is known as a battling genius when it comes to raw power. Her innocent attitude may fool people for a moment but it'll be the last mistake most people make.
Albrecht Pierson - The young, black haired, 19 year old Artist, Reporter, and Photographer for Pokeweekly Magazine earned his fame through his impeccable ability to predict the winner of any battle he watched. Though at the age of 17, he mysteriously vanished for months on end, only to appear once more as a powerful trainer. His eyes had mysteriously turned to opposite colors of green and blue. Albrecht completely ceased predicting fights and began to battle himself, growing into the powerhouse trainer he is today. He uses keen intellect and amazing focus in battle while still maintaining his naturally curious and usually sarcastic attitude not in the arena.
Fenra Kurai - A young trainer also hailing from the Hoenn region, 'Fen' as he likes to be called, is a 17 year old from Dewford Island. With scruffy green hair that never looks combed in anyway, Fen always has the appearance of being extremely lazy, but don't let his looks fool you. The child genius from Dewford is an excellent tactician and wasn't invited because of a fluke. The pokemon he carries around with him are incredibly loyal and powerful, helping him win the previous year's Grand Tournament. His strategies are fierce and definitely merciless. As light hearted and intelligent as he is outside of battle, there is no escaping his battle plans when he enters the arena.
Crossford Hale - The eldest of the group although only by a year, Crossford Hale can basically be described as a drifter. He has no particular home town he can remember and has traveled anywhere his legs can carry him. Although his journey began as a normal pokemon trainer, he soon lost his way. He became engulfed with learning answers about pokemon and nature in his own way, which was to travel and watch. Through this journey he picked up his only two partners. Coming to the match with only 2 pokemon was a bold statement from the carefree trainer but he didn't mind. To answer the questions he had in his mind, he joined the Havoc Fight Club to finally test how he could fare in serious combat. He's the only trainer to not have proven himself using popular tournaments and leagues. He is an incredible underdog in the eyes of the spectators and almost completely unknown.
The thunderous boom of subwoofers shook the walls of the club the music surrounded everyone inside. Lights and lazers flashed all around with large Televisions broadcasting vivid displays of the party all around. Hundreds of people were gathered inside the sky high building, on balconies, down on the floor, the constant night life of the newly formed Saffron City. The best and only place to be when you're there, Club Havoc. But on this night of July 11th, it becomes the most fearsome Pokemon battling arena in existence, and the people gathered here tonight were not only there to party, they were there to see those battles. The large double doors which marked the front of the club were suddenly thrown open, letting the warm night air rush inside. A group of people stood, shrouded by the night's darkness momentarily before they all walked inside the club in unison and in silence. The people inside the club immediately parted, letting the group walk through to the center of the club. The music shut off as all attention was focused on the large group gathered in the center of the club. The silence was only broken by the person who could have broken it. On all the monitors around the room, Giovanni's face appeared, looking down at the group in the center of the room.
"Welcome welcome! My fearless trainers! This is the Club Havoc, the home for all of your next battles to come. As you know, I am Giovanni, proud owner of all you see before you. But you all know why you're here. All of you gathered here today have in many ways earned yourselves the respect and privilege required to fight in the upcoming battles. From here on out you will be VIP's of the highest honor here at my club. The best accommodations, the best food, and the best service await you here... As long as you're winning. So please, using your invitations as your proof of status at this club, help yourselves to everything you desire, for tomorrow night, league battles start and I hope you're all prepared."
Giovanni's voice echoed loud and booming through the club as he spoke down to the group of assembled Pokemon trainers in the center of the club. Upon close inspection, the group of people were not really fearful at all to look upon. It was a group of young men and women, all with their own style and flair to them, just an average looking group of people. They all listened intently as Giovanni spoke and explained to them, some with their Pokemon standing right beside them. Suddenly without warning, a white spotlight shone into the center of the group, singling out one trainer among the group. The trainers instantly separated from him, letting him stand alone in the spotlight. He was revealed to be a lanky looking boy with shaggy blond hair who stood about 5'9. His modest look of jeans, long sleeve shirt and flip flops gave him no real threatening aura. A waste high Pokemon stood at his side with its eyes shut and palms pressed together. A Medicham. Standing on one foot, concentrating quietly at its master's side. The boy squinted into the bright light, looking up at the monitors. Giovanni eyed him carefully for a moment before speaking.
"You. What is your name." Giovanni's voice boomed.
"Crossford.... Crossford Hale. I heard about your little party down here and figured my invitation got lost in the mail." The boy called up to the speakers, with a slight chuckle in his voice.
"No invitation then, I see. To me, it seems like you weren't strong enough to make it into my league, kid." Giovanni spat at the young man. "You should leave or I'll have you ejected forcefully."
"Whoa, whoa, what? If I'm so much of a small fry, then why not just let me get beaten by some of these "amazing" trainers, and kick me out of Saffron? Or... you just scared that I'm gonna beat all y'er little grunts?" Crossford said, sneering at Giovanni. The young boy definitely had a mouth on him and didn't show a single element of fear at his position. He stood silently grinning as he crossed his arms, awaiting Giovanni's response.
Giovanni stared maliciously at the boy, clearly angered at his rudeness and bluntness. The entire club was on edge watching the situation unfold before them. Finally, Giovanni spoke once more.
"Very well, the first trainer to kick this boy out of my face will receive a forwarded portion of the prize money from the end of this tournament." Giovanni demanded as all of the trainers began to grin at the sound of the guaranteed cash.
"What the hell, I'll do it. He's a small fry, he didn't even get invited."
A voice cut over top the silence from inside the trainer circle. A black and gray heavyball was immediately seen arcing high over the group and bouncing in the center near the dirty blond, Crossford, in the middle. The ball popped open as a red beam slowly took form to the ball's contents. A massive bulk of gray and silver stood before them, an Aggron. It roared loud before stomping and sending fear into the onlookers. The voice from before came through again, hearing it this time was revealed as another young man's voice.
"Aggron, hold on just a sec. I want to make sure Giovanni see's my face so I can get my money." The voice said with a sly tone as it moved closer to the center. A thin black haired boy emerged from the group of trainers, wearing tight fitted stylish jeans and black dress shirt. His thick black hair hung over one eye which was covered by his thick black rim glasses. He looked up to the screen and gave a small wave
"Albrecht Pierson, sir. Lets get this thing on rollin, I came here to win but I'm kind of tired tonight, ya know? I was hopin to go to bed soon, so if by getting rid of this joker I get to go to sleep AND more money! Let me do the honors."
At the sound of Albrecht's bold proclamation, Crossford, still remaining fairly silent, let loose a heavy sigh of annoyance at the sound of the challenge. The Medicham at his feet slowly opened its eyes, and glared at the opposing Aggron. Albrecht's voice came from the other side of the crowd once more from beside his huge Aggron.
"Well, Crossford was it? I've got nothing personal against you. Aggron, do it, Iron Head." Albrecht commanded as his voice slowly turned serious.
Albrecht's mass of an Aggron roared ferociously as it charged Crossford and his Medicham, with full intent to knock them out of the front door. Its feet rumbled the earth with every running step as its armor plates clanged on the ground.
"What a bother, I just wanted to battle in the league... Go 'head Crash, stop that Aggron, we aren't going anywhere." Crossford said calmly to his partner standing at his side. Crash, Crossford's Medicham, immediately sprang into action leaping in front of Crossford, and quickly jumping into the air and launching a spinning kick which deflected the mighty Iron Head up into the air and tossed the bulky steel Aggron off its balance momentarily.
"Aggron, what was that crap? Don't half ass it anymore. Got it?" Albrecht snapped at the large Pokemon. Aggron nodded in confirmation at his scolding at it glared down at the small pink and white Pokemon in front of him.
"Aggron, I told you that I was tired. Get this over with NOW. IRON TAIL!" Albrecht snapped with frustration at his Aggron.
"Okay, Crash. Take him down hard, it seems like this guy is thick headed. Make it your best. Dynamic Punch." Crossford called to his partner with a smooth voice.
Crash quickly began to focus his energy on his right palm while Aggron's tail began to glow with a mirror aura of strength. The huge pokemon took a giant step forward, shaking the ground and letting its tail whip around fast. Medicham leaped backwards, letting the tail narrowly miss at it crashed into the ground, tearing up the hard floors. The Medicham then leaped from a great distance, coming down from mid air with fist glowing. Aggron's tail, still shining powerfully, came around for another clash as well. Two voices immediately called in unison overtop the action.
"Lefty, Focus Punch!"
"Cubert, Bone Club!"
The two higher pitched voices echoed through the club as everyone looked around in confusion for a moment before hearing the clash of the attacks in the battle and snapping their attention back to the action. A large cloud of smoke covered the battle area and slowly cleared to reveal two more pokemon in the arena, struggling with great power against the two other Pokemon's attacks. The Medicham gasped in awe as a giant Slaking was before him, left fist raised, matching attacks that were still clashing against eachother. The massive Aggron struggled with immense strength as down below at the bulk of its tail, a small Cubone stood, holding the tail back with an incredibly large bone pressing against it.
Both Crossford and Albrecht stared in confusion at the arrival of the two foreign Pokemon which were so incredibly strong. Together, a young boy and young girl stepped from the crowd into the center with the other two trainers. Giovanni quickly questioned the two new trainers and their reasoning.
"That Cubone... where is all that strength coming from?? Albrecht questioned fiercely in his mind as he watched the tiny Pokemon hold his Aggron at bay.
"You two! What is the meaning of this?! Who are you?!"
The young girl stepped forward first, wearing a plaid skirt and long white dress shirt. Her red hair stretched far down to her back and shined beautifully in the light with two small strands sticking up above her forehead. She had soft yellow eyes and the face of an angel. Definitely the mark of a girl who looked good and knew it.
"Reina Oosaki, Giovanni. Thats my Cubone over there. Me and Cubert don't think its very fair that Pierson over there gets to take all the prize money for kicking out the hobo when we haven't even gotten the chance to." Reina replied with a slightly cute tone of voice. Before Giovanni could respond, the young boy next to Reina stepped forward as well. He had green scruffy hair and had a younger look to his face. He had wide blue eyes which were half closed, looking tired and lazy. His skin was slightly tanned. He was a very lanky boy wearing jeans with holes and a tight fitting dark blue t-shirt.
"I'm uhh Fen. Personally, I don't see the problem with letting Mr. Hale participate. If he didn't make it into the league himself, then we shouldn't have trouble beating him, correct? And besides, I don't like the idea of him getting more money and I don't. Speaking from an investigated point of view, judging by his Medicham's appearance, I'm fairly positive this is one of the strongest I've ever seen. I'd like a chance to study it in battle if you don't mind, Mr. Giovanni." Fen called to the monitors in a timid voice.
Giovanni sat silently for a moment contemplating the trainers assembled around him. He moved from side to side, visibly thinking about the dilemma until an eyebrow raised, showing his confirmation of a decision.
"He can not participate. He doesn't have a letter to show." Giovanni said proudly.
The mumble of the crowd could be heard immediately as the pokemon in the middle were still pressing their attacks at each other with all their strength.
"Well what do you propose you do about my chance for the prize money then?!" Reina called angrily to Giovanni.
Before Giovanni could respond again, a sound came from the center of the arena which silenced everyone in the room and focused their attention behind Reina.
*RRRIIIIIIIIIIP*
All eyes fixed on Fenra as he fished the crumbled letter from his front pocket and held it in front of him, ripping it down the center. He walked in silence towards Crossford, handing him one of the halves of the letter and looking at Giovanni.
"He can bunk with me? I'd like to fight him sir." Fenra said with a more determined sound in his voice.
"I dunno what you're trying to pull kid..." Crossford whispered to Fen under his breath.
Giovanni thought once more, this time more with a look of frustration.
"Fine. Hale may stay. We'll work on finding appropriate lodging for Mr. Hale but he will room with you until the time comes. Call down your Pokemon." Giovanni's voice finally proclaimed with a defeated tone. First to move was Albrecht, who gave a frustrated huff at towards Reina as he pressed his lips to his mouth and gave a loud ear splitting whistle.
"Come on, Aggron." He said as he began to walk into the crowd. The huge Aggron's tail immediately stopped glowing and dropped with a smashing thud on the ground, just in time to be recalled to the black and grey pokeball it lived in. Albrecht stepped through the crowd placing the ball at his hips and retreating to the darkness of the club.
"You too, Cubert honey, lets go." Reina called across the clearing. The Cubone immediately rejoiced, leaping happily into the air and scuttling to Reina. She scooped him up, cradling him and tickling him slightly. "You did well Cubert!" She giggled with him as they also stepped back into the crowd. Fenra and Crossford both looked at each other, calling down their pokemon in unison.
"Crash, Come."
"Lefty, that's enough."
The two pokemon broke their fist lock immediately as Medicham bounced quickly to its master's side. The mighty Slaking took a few massive steps toward Fenra before Fenra held up the red and white sphere, recalling the beast of a Gorilla Pokemon to its pokeball. When all Pokemon had been calmed, Giovanni spoke once more.
"Your lodging information is on the back of your letter, involving the room number you will be staying in. Your keys will be given to you upon arrival at Havoc Suites down the street from the club. A map of the town will be provided in your rooms along with room service and full size exercise and training facilities for Pokemon and Human. Fight hard while you are here, all of you. Victory here will make you the best of them all. Remember, anything goes in these fights. Do not slip up. Welcome trainers. To Club Havoc."
An applause erupted through the crowd as they applauded the group of trainers in the center of the club, guaranteed for the greatest battle entertainment ever seen. Cheers soon surfaced as the club was in an uproar. Crossford and Fen still stood in the center of the group, looking up at the large monitors as Giovanni's face disappeared and the club sprang to life once more. The music erupted and everyone began dancing wildly. It was the start of the Team Havoc Fight Club.
This is a fanfic i started thinking thinking up while i was sitting around thinking one day. Some characters are trainers from the past i've made up and one of them was made just recently for this Fanfic but is already being used in an RP. This is pretty much the Team Havoc Fight Club RP i created a while back except adapted more how i pictured it would be. Its a reality based pokemon so most of the pokemon have more than 4 moves but do have 'favorite' moves that they're very good at... Not much else to say about it, its my first fanfic so feel free to reply any time and tell me what you think of it so far.
Overview
This story will follow the exploits of 4 Elite Trainers who have, in their own ways, exhausted their joy for contemporary battles. Based in the not so far off future, Team Rocket had been disbanded and Giovanni retreated to a location no one knows. While in retreat, Giovanni had plenty of time to think of where he went wrong in his conquest of the regions and slowly devised a new plan which soon went into action. He began recruiting extremely powerful trainers to aid him in his conquest. Eventually he set his sights on the center of the Kanto region, Saffron, where he set up his home base and proclaimed the town his by way of force, thus establishing his and his team's new existence as "Team Havoc". Team Havoc now controls Saffron city with an iron fist, letting nothing that happens in Saffron go on without going through Team Havoc first. All of this power was wonderful but Giovanni was fearsome of his team's glory falling again. So instead, he planned against that event. He organized an underground no rules tournament where only the most brutal trainers would survive. After 2 years of scouting, he found many of the trainers he needed and via Carrier Pidgey, sent them all letters of invitation. The letter read this.
Dear Trainer,
You are receiving this letter for a very powerful reason. My scouts have pinpointed you as a trainer with very high potential to become the greatest. By this point we know about all of your accomplishments and exploits as a trainer and are quite pleased with the results. But let us cut down to the chase. Money, Fame, and Bragging Rights await you at the end of this letter. The strongest trainers from around the world are being gathered in Saffron City on July 11th of this year. That gives you approximately 1 month from when this letter arrives to to arrive at the city. This letter will be your passport into the town. From the moment you enter Saffron, you're being watched. This letter will be your access to everything you will need from food to clothing while you're present in the city, and will be the ONLY way you will gain entrance into Saffron after July 11th. This league is a chance to prove that you're beyond one of the best and can take any challenge you're faced with. If you wish to prove yourself, meet at Club Havoc in the center of Saffron on the date mentioned with a maximum of 3 of your best pokemon.
Remember...There are no nice guys. Only winners and losers.
Giovanni
Main Characters
Reina Oosaki - The Japanese Vixen from the Hoenn, Reina is a 19 year old red headed bombshell from Dewford Island who's brute strength as a trainer is scarcely rivaled. Her red hair is relatively long, reaching mid back and has two strands of hair that stick out from her forehead, scarcely being called 'bangs'. The Oosaki is known for their mastery of large pokemon and Reina is no exception for the most part. All of her pokemon possess an incredible amount of brute strength and she is known as a battling genius when it comes to raw power. Her innocent attitude may fool people for a moment but it'll be the last mistake most people make.
Albrecht Pierson - The young, black haired, 19 year old Artist, Reporter, and Photographer for Pokeweekly Magazine earned his fame through his impeccable ability to predict the winner of any battle he watched. Though at the age of 17, he mysteriously vanished for months on end, only to appear once more as a powerful trainer. His eyes had mysteriously turned to opposite colors of green and blue. Albrecht completely ceased predicting fights and began to battle himself, growing into the powerhouse trainer he is today. He uses keen intellect and amazing focus in battle while still maintaining his naturally curious and usually sarcastic attitude not in the arena.
Fenra Kurai - A young trainer also hailing from the Hoenn region, 'Fen' as he likes to be called, is a 17 year old from Dewford Island. With scruffy green hair that never looks combed in anyway, Fen always has the appearance of being extremely lazy, but don't let his looks fool you. The child genius from Dewford is an excellent tactician and wasn't invited because of a fluke. The pokemon he carries around with him are incredibly loyal and powerful, helping him win the previous year's Grand Tournament. His strategies are fierce and definitely merciless. As light hearted and intelligent as he is outside of battle, there is no escaping his battle plans when he enters the arena.
Crossford Hale - The eldest of the group although only by a year, Crossford Hale can basically be described as a drifter. He has no particular home town he can remember and has traveled anywhere his legs can carry him. Although his journey began as a normal pokemon trainer, he soon lost his way. He became engulfed with learning answers about pokemon and nature in his own way, which was to travel and watch. Through this journey he picked up his only two partners. Coming to the match with only 2 pokemon was a bold statement from the carefree trainer but he didn't mind. To answer the questions he had in his mind, he joined the Havoc Fight Club to finally test how he could fare in serious combat. He's the only trainer to not have proven himself using popular tournaments and leagues. He is an incredible underdog in the eyes of the spectators and almost completely unknown.
Chapter 1
"July 11th"
"July 11th"
The thunderous boom of subwoofers shook the walls of the club the music surrounded everyone inside. Lights and lazers flashed all around with large Televisions broadcasting vivid displays of the party all around. Hundreds of people were gathered inside the sky high building, on balconies, down on the floor, the constant night life of the newly formed Saffron City. The best and only place to be when you're there, Club Havoc. But on this night of July 11th, it becomes the most fearsome Pokemon battling arena in existence, and the people gathered here tonight were not only there to party, they were there to see those battles. The large double doors which marked the front of the club were suddenly thrown open, letting the warm night air rush inside. A group of people stood, shrouded by the night's darkness momentarily before they all walked inside the club in unison and in silence. The people inside the club immediately parted, letting the group walk through to the center of the club. The music shut off as all attention was focused on the large group gathered in the center of the club. The silence was only broken by the person who could have broken it. On all the monitors around the room, Giovanni's face appeared, looking down at the group in the center of the room.
"Welcome welcome! My fearless trainers! This is the Club Havoc, the home for all of your next battles to come. As you know, I am Giovanni, proud owner of all you see before you. But you all know why you're here. All of you gathered here today have in many ways earned yourselves the respect and privilege required to fight in the upcoming battles. From here on out you will be VIP's of the highest honor here at my club. The best accommodations, the best food, and the best service await you here... As long as you're winning. So please, using your invitations as your proof of status at this club, help yourselves to everything you desire, for tomorrow night, league battles start and I hope you're all prepared."
Giovanni's voice echoed loud and booming through the club as he spoke down to the group of assembled Pokemon trainers in the center of the club. Upon close inspection, the group of people were not really fearful at all to look upon. It was a group of young men and women, all with their own style and flair to them, just an average looking group of people. They all listened intently as Giovanni spoke and explained to them, some with their Pokemon standing right beside them. Suddenly without warning, a white spotlight shone into the center of the group, singling out one trainer among the group. The trainers instantly separated from him, letting him stand alone in the spotlight. He was revealed to be a lanky looking boy with shaggy blond hair who stood about 5'9. His modest look of jeans, long sleeve shirt and flip flops gave him no real threatening aura. A waste high Pokemon stood at his side with its eyes shut and palms pressed together. A Medicham. Standing on one foot, concentrating quietly at its master's side. The boy squinted into the bright light, looking up at the monitors. Giovanni eyed him carefully for a moment before speaking.
"You. What is your name." Giovanni's voice boomed.
"Crossford.... Crossford Hale. I heard about your little party down here and figured my invitation got lost in the mail." The boy called up to the speakers, with a slight chuckle in his voice.
"No invitation then, I see. To me, it seems like you weren't strong enough to make it into my league, kid." Giovanni spat at the young man. "You should leave or I'll have you ejected forcefully."
"Whoa, whoa, what? If I'm so much of a small fry, then why not just let me get beaten by some of these "amazing" trainers, and kick me out of Saffron? Or... you just scared that I'm gonna beat all y'er little grunts?" Crossford said, sneering at Giovanni. The young boy definitely had a mouth on him and didn't show a single element of fear at his position. He stood silently grinning as he crossed his arms, awaiting Giovanni's response.
Giovanni stared maliciously at the boy, clearly angered at his rudeness and bluntness. The entire club was on edge watching the situation unfold before them. Finally, Giovanni spoke once more.
"Very well, the first trainer to kick this boy out of my face will receive a forwarded portion of the prize money from the end of this tournament." Giovanni demanded as all of the trainers began to grin at the sound of the guaranteed cash.
"What the hell, I'll do it. He's a small fry, he didn't even get invited."
A voice cut over top the silence from inside the trainer circle. A black and gray heavyball was immediately seen arcing high over the group and bouncing in the center near the dirty blond, Crossford, in the middle. The ball popped open as a red beam slowly took form to the ball's contents. A massive bulk of gray and silver stood before them, an Aggron. It roared loud before stomping and sending fear into the onlookers. The voice from before came through again, hearing it this time was revealed as another young man's voice.
"Aggron, hold on just a sec. I want to make sure Giovanni see's my face so I can get my money." The voice said with a sly tone as it moved closer to the center. A thin black haired boy emerged from the group of trainers, wearing tight fitted stylish jeans and black dress shirt. His thick black hair hung over one eye which was covered by his thick black rim glasses. He looked up to the screen and gave a small wave
"Albrecht Pierson, sir. Lets get this thing on rollin, I came here to win but I'm kind of tired tonight, ya know? I was hopin to go to bed soon, so if by getting rid of this joker I get to go to sleep AND more money! Let me do the honors."
At the sound of Albrecht's bold proclamation, Crossford, still remaining fairly silent, let loose a heavy sigh of annoyance at the sound of the challenge. The Medicham at his feet slowly opened its eyes, and glared at the opposing Aggron. Albrecht's voice came from the other side of the crowd once more from beside his huge Aggron.
"Well, Crossford was it? I've got nothing personal against you. Aggron, do it, Iron Head." Albrecht commanded as his voice slowly turned serious.
Albrecht's mass of an Aggron roared ferociously as it charged Crossford and his Medicham, with full intent to knock them out of the front door. Its feet rumbled the earth with every running step as its armor plates clanged on the ground.
"What a bother, I just wanted to battle in the league... Go 'head Crash, stop that Aggron, we aren't going anywhere." Crossford said calmly to his partner standing at his side. Crash, Crossford's Medicham, immediately sprang into action leaping in front of Crossford, and quickly jumping into the air and launching a spinning kick which deflected the mighty Iron Head up into the air and tossed the bulky steel Aggron off its balance momentarily.
"Aggron, what was that crap? Don't half ass it anymore. Got it?" Albrecht snapped at the large Pokemon. Aggron nodded in confirmation at his scolding at it glared down at the small pink and white Pokemon in front of him.
"Aggron, I told you that I was tired. Get this over with NOW. IRON TAIL!" Albrecht snapped with frustration at his Aggron.
"Okay, Crash. Take him down hard, it seems like this guy is thick headed. Make it your best. Dynamic Punch." Crossford called to his partner with a smooth voice.
Crash quickly began to focus his energy on his right palm while Aggron's tail began to glow with a mirror aura of strength. The huge pokemon took a giant step forward, shaking the ground and letting its tail whip around fast. Medicham leaped backwards, letting the tail narrowly miss at it crashed into the ground, tearing up the hard floors. The Medicham then leaped from a great distance, coming down from mid air with fist glowing. Aggron's tail, still shining powerfully, came around for another clash as well. Two voices immediately called in unison overtop the action.
"Lefty, Focus Punch!"
"Cubert, Bone Club!"
The two higher pitched voices echoed through the club as everyone looked around in confusion for a moment before hearing the clash of the attacks in the battle and snapping their attention back to the action. A large cloud of smoke covered the battle area and slowly cleared to reveal two more pokemon in the arena, struggling with great power against the two other Pokemon's attacks. The Medicham gasped in awe as a giant Slaking was before him, left fist raised, matching attacks that were still clashing against eachother. The massive Aggron struggled with immense strength as down below at the bulk of its tail, a small Cubone stood, holding the tail back with an incredibly large bone pressing against it.
Both Crossford and Albrecht stared in confusion at the arrival of the two foreign Pokemon which were so incredibly strong. Together, a young boy and young girl stepped from the crowd into the center with the other two trainers. Giovanni quickly questioned the two new trainers and their reasoning.
"That Cubone... where is all that strength coming from?? Albrecht questioned fiercely in his mind as he watched the tiny Pokemon hold his Aggron at bay.
"You two! What is the meaning of this?! Who are you?!"
The young girl stepped forward first, wearing a plaid skirt and long white dress shirt. Her red hair stretched far down to her back and shined beautifully in the light with two small strands sticking up above her forehead. She had soft yellow eyes and the face of an angel. Definitely the mark of a girl who looked good and knew it.
"Reina Oosaki, Giovanni. Thats my Cubone over there. Me and Cubert don't think its very fair that Pierson over there gets to take all the prize money for kicking out the hobo when we haven't even gotten the chance to." Reina replied with a slightly cute tone of voice. Before Giovanni could respond, the young boy next to Reina stepped forward as well. He had green scruffy hair and had a younger look to his face. He had wide blue eyes which were half closed, looking tired and lazy. His skin was slightly tanned. He was a very lanky boy wearing jeans with holes and a tight fitting dark blue t-shirt.
"I'm uhh Fen. Personally, I don't see the problem with letting Mr. Hale participate. If he didn't make it into the league himself, then we shouldn't have trouble beating him, correct? And besides, I don't like the idea of him getting more money and I don't. Speaking from an investigated point of view, judging by his Medicham's appearance, I'm fairly positive this is one of the strongest I've ever seen. I'd like a chance to study it in battle if you don't mind, Mr. Giovanni." Fen called to the monitors in a timid voice.
Giovanni sat silently for a moment contemplating the trainers assembled around him. He moved from side to side, visibly thinking about the dilemma until an eyebrow raised, showing his confirmation of a decision.
"He can not participate. He doesn't have a letter to show." Giovanni said proudly.
The mumble of the crowd could be heard immediately as the pokemon in the middle were still pressing their attacks at each other with all their strength.
"Well what do you propose you do about my chance for the prize money then?!" Reina called angrily to Giovanni.
Before Giovanni could respond again, a sound came from the center of the arena which silenced everyone in the room and focused their attention behind Reina.
*RRRIIIIIIIIIIP*
All eyes fixed on Fenra as he fished the crumbled letter from his front pocket and held it in front of him, ripping it down the center. He walked in silence towards Crossford, handing him one of the halves of the letter and looking at Giovanni.
"He can bunk with me? I'd like to fight him sir." Fenra said with a more determined sound in his voice.
"I dunno what you're trying to pull kid..." Crossford whispered to Fen under his breath.
Giovanni thought once more, this time more with a look of frustration.
"Fine. Hale may stay. We'll work on finding appropriate lodging for Mr. Hale but he will room with you until the time comes. Call down your Pokemon." Giovanni's voice finally proclaimed with a defeated tone. First to move was Albrecht, who gave a frustrated huff at towards Reina as he pressed his lips to his mouth and gave a loud ear splitting whistle.
"Come on, Aggron." He said as he began to walk into the crowd. The huge Aggron's tail immediately stopped glowing and dropped with a smashing thud on the ground, just in time to be recalled to the black and grey pokeball it lived in. Albrecht stepped through the crowd placing the ball at his hips and retreating to the darkness of the club.
"You too, Cubert honey, lets go." Reina called across the clearing. The Cubone immediately rejoiced, leaping happily into the air and scuttling to Reina. She scooped him up, cradling him and tickling him slightly. "You did well Cubert!" She giggled with him as they also stepped back into the crowd. Fenra and Crossford both looked at each other, calling down their pokemon in unison.
"Crash, Come."
"Lefty, that's enough."
The two pokemon broke their fist lock immediately as Medicham bounced quickly to its master's side. The mighty Slaking took a few massive steps toward Fenra before Fenra held up the red and white sphere, recalling the beast of a Gorilla Pokemon to its pokeball. When all Pokemon had been calmed, Giovanni spoke once more.
"Your lodging information is on the back of your letter, involving the room number you will be staying in. Your keys will be given to you upon arrival at Havoc Suites down the street from the club. A map of the town will be provided in your rooms along with room service and full size exercise and training facilities for Pokemon and Human. Fight hard while you are here, all of you. Victory here will make you the best of them all. Remember, anything goes in these fights. Do not slip up. Welcome trainers. To Club Havoc."
An applause erupted through the crowd as they applauded the group of trainers in the center of the club, guaranteed for the greatest battle entertainment ever seen. Cheers soon surfaced as the club was in an uproar. Crossford and Fen still stood in the center of the group, looking up at the large monitors as Giovanni's face disappeared and the club sprang to life once more. The music erupted and everyone began dancing wildly. It was the start of the Team Havoc Fight Club.
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