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Team Havoc Fight Club! (PG 16+)

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The shadow had also been gone already. Gio found himself being chased by the darkness itself. To think that one man could infiltrate so deeply...!

The blow-up dolls (not the sexual kind) he used as decoys were perfect. It wasn't his blood, but the blood of many others he had killed that was inside of them. It only took the press of one button, and voila, a clone made of blood and a thin plastic wrapper.

"You cannot hide."
 
"NO! I'm not leaving you like this. I don't want to see you die." Ai returned Buneary and Raichu to their Pokeballs and had Shadow jump down to the Master Ball to make sure it was safe from the assassin.

I'm going to regret leaving her behind. Shadow jumped out after the Master Ball and landed in a mysterious lab. I KNOW I'm going to regret leaving her behind. Look for the Master Ball, Shadow. Shadow soon found it on a nearby table, but as he went to guard it, he was caught in a trap.
 
The shadow had finally caught up with the fleeing boss, blocking his only path.

"I know what you hold. I know who and what you are. I know how to destroy your power. But the time is not yet right for your termination, so I shall leave you a gift."

Gio suddenly felt a breeze on his left cheek, which turned to extreme pain. The "gift" was a scar, to show that this shadow was not to be underestimated. When Gio looked again, the shadow had gone.

He returned from whence he came, traveling by shadow, back into the room where Gio was originally. He already knew who awaited him, and so an attack or trap was to be expected.
 
Evkay and Darth walked into the club only to be greeted with thumping music and a gruesome scene in front of him. A girl and her pokemon standing above an obviously injured boy about Evkay's age pouring blood from his face, layin on the ground.

"what hell is going on here..." Evkay said to himself. Darth stepped forward slowly and inspects the area. "This place is in pure chaos...lets establish some order, what do you say, Darth? Sunshine, come on out." Evkay tosses a pokeball on the ground and a gigantic Ursaring appears in the middle of the crowd. An immediate circle of fear forms around Evkay and his towering pokemon.

"Sunshine, theres too much happening here... lets get some answers. give them a warning shot, hyper beam. at the ceiling."

Sunshine complied and blasted a large beam, tearing rubble from the ceiling. He closed his mouth then crossed his arms standing tall. The entire room fell silent. Evkay spoke to the room

"What the hell is going on, I want answers and if i don't get them quick, this Ursaring has a LOT more where that came from." Evkay said calmly

Sunshine bashed his knuckles together upon mention of him.
 


Dari turned away from where the intruder had been. She wasn't afraid of the strange shadow that glided from place to place at will; more... intrigued. Her eyes met with those of a large, fearsome looking ursaring and a trainer who looked a little older than herself and much less than a threat. To come into Club Havoc so confidently and blast apart half the roof... it was cocky and would only lead the poor boy to ruin. She approached him and coughed loudly to attract his attention as she slid her throwing knives back into their pockets and drew out a pokeball.

From the white vortex emerged a huge pokemon, even larger than the ursaring. Its dull brown and grey fur was shaggy and matted, and a nasty gleam hung in its small, dark eyes. "Slaahh!" it growled, cracking its knuckles together before hanging them loosely in front of massive body. Dari smirked at the boy before her, taking grim satisfaction in knowing that she possessed a larger pokemon than such a cocky trainer. He would learn to do his research from this.

"There's no answer to an unasked question," she snorted. "Hurry and ask before I remove you from the building. You're lucky I haven't already. It's really quite rude of you to blast apart our ceiling like that... How graceless. You really have no style, do you?"

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The shadow moved faster than before, in order to take the psychic by surprise. A slash to the leg, and he wouldn't be able to follow. The shadow sped right out the same window that the psychic through the Master Ball out of and went down into a poorly-disguised chute that lead into a laboratory. That girl's Absol was here.

The shadow felt no emotion. If he did, he'd probably feel sorry for the Pokémon that seperated itself from its Trainer. Deciding that just killing it wouldn't be a good idea yet, he put his blade away, revealing his appearance at last.

"Where is the Master Ball?"
 
Evkay smirked at the challenge and trainer obviously trying to out-muscle Sunshine. Evkay isn't one to trash talk, so he decided to let his pokemon do the talking. he slightly ignored the girl and talked to Sunshine

"this isn't your fight. but don't worry, you'll get your chance." Evkay recalled the massive Ursaring to its ball and looked at the girl.

"you've got a pretty sizable pokemon. but it looks like its all muscle and no talent. strength is no good without control." Evkay said slyly. He suddenly tensed up and became serious.

"Darth." he commanded. the Primeape looked anxiously at him then jumped in front of him, ready to do battle at the drop of a hat. "You know the drill old friend. don't start anything, let her make the first move. Meditate until the time comes."

Darth complied and sat calmly waiting for the massive Slaking to make the first move. Evkay stood grinning then flicked his hair out of his eye.

"its a shame you're so hot-blooded, you're almost kinda cute." Evkay said passively, awaiting her move.
 


Dari stared unnervingly at the boy as he partially ignored her, not insulted but half-way amused at his pathetic attempt to faze and anger her. She took the moment to stuy him carefully - the way his hair fell, his posture, his build, his expression. The typical light that shone in a pokemon trainer's eyes reflected in his, and she almost smiled. It had been a long time now since she had envisioned being that way. His weakly-disguised insult did nothing to dent her armour of indifference. "Not even a minute and you're ready to fight. You haven't even taken the time to analyse your opponent properly."

She looked confidently at her large pokemon, whose head was close to hitting the splintered ceiling. The slaking kept his eyes on the battle-happy primeape and flexed its huge dinner-plate sized hands. "If you're going to act the fool and let us attack first, we would be equally foolish to decline your offer. Slaking, aerial ace!" Dari ordered. No matter how much the primeape meditated, the attack was unavoidable and, if she was lucky, unexpected. The element of surprise could work in her favour, although it was not guarenteed, so she reminded herself not to expect it.

The slaking roared loudly and the ground shook as it stumbled forwards then took a flying leap, curled into a ball and began to roll towards the primeape! It somersaulted upwards a second before contact and unfolded itself, swinging its arms downwards towards the pig monkey pokemon in an unavoidable attack that would prove to be super-effective.

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Evkay laughed aloud at the hasty attack. She was walking right into his plan.

"You've got a big Slaking, i'll give you that. but your biggest mistake is under estimating Darth." Evkay called to the girl. "Now Darth! guard the hit and grab his fist." Evkay was setting up for his and Darth's favorite combo. Darth had been meditating while waiting for the first attack, the opponent thinks they are taking control of the match but in actuality, Darth had been preparing an attack all along, increasing his attack more as time went by.

Darth put both arms out grabbing the Slaking's massive fist. The force of the Slaking had also been under estimated though. Darth's feet dug into the ground as the force of the Slaking and its aerial ace sent him sliding backwards. Darth was clearly hurt more than Evkay expected but this worked to an advantage in this case. Darth had seen the Slaking's strength... and it was mad.

Evkay called to the girl again "Darth may be small by comparison, but every trainer knows not to piss off a Primeape." Darth's eyes began to glow a deep red with anger, veins popped out above his eyes. The time was prime to show her.

"Now Darth, Reversal!"

The Primeape tightened its grip on the Slaking's fist and began swinging it in circles faster and faster then threw it hard sending it soaring through the club, destroying anything in its path. Evkay grinned again as Primeape leaped back to the ready and watched the devastation through hatred clouded eyes.
 


Dari watched with mild interest as her slaking was swung around in circles, seemingly overpowered. She raised an eyebrow at her opponent's confident expression. "I'm not so stupid," she snapped angrily, folding her arms and tossing her short bob of hair scornfully. "I won't be so easily dispatched. Each of my pokemon have been carefully raised to get themselves out of pinches, to turn the tables on unwary opponents - rather like yourself. Slaking would you care to demonstrate?" Her tone was sweet, but her expression was anything but. Her somewhat feline features were twisted into a cruel, scornful smirk that matched the expression that was coming over the hulking slaking's face.

The lazy pokemon pulled itself up from a pile of rubble comprised of broken chairs and crushed bodies that had been unfortunate to get in the large normal type's path. Its body was scratched and its fur torn and covered in dust, but aside from that, it seemed no worse for the wear. It growled low as its body began to glow a soft blue colour and began to charge straight for the enraged primeape. Swinging a powerful arm at the fighting type, the slaking tossed the pig monkey over its shoulder in a forceful counter attack. The slaking and its trainer watched, fascinated, as the primeape flew through the air, the doubled force of the powerful reversal attack behind it.

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Darth was sent sailing through the air and smashed through the front door out into the street. Evkay walked within view of Darth as he weakly stood up and began to ran back inside, infuriated beyond reason. Darth leaped his into the air, preparing a hard Close Combat on the Slaking.

"enough." Evkay said quietly to Darth as it sprinted passed him full speed.

Darth stopped in his tracks in the middle of the room and his eyes returned to normal. He looked back to Evkay, confused and frustrated.

"Don't give me that look, you've been beaten, you can't stand up to that yet." Evkay said to his Primeape softly as he called Darth back to his pokeball. He looked to the girl grinning at an exciting battle. He called to her.

"Don't think he was beaten. That Primeape would rather die than lose a fight. I don't need him hurting himself so soon. I do commend you on a well trained pokemon though." Evkay said while he approached her. "Looks like this club lives up to its reputation, the name is Evkay. Evkay Kobayashi." Evkay said while grabbing her hand and gently kissing the top of it then turning to leave.

"I'll be looking forward to a rematch when the battles begin in this place." Evkay called while waving lazily behind him and heading for the exit.
 


Dari laughed as Evkay addressed his pokemon, talking to it as if it could understand him. Whether or not the enraged primeape could understand human speech, it calmed down, but looked a little put out. It filled Darielle with satisfaction to see the beaten expression and resigned tone of both pokemon and trainer. She tossed her soft almond-coloured hair with its streaks of strawberry and returned her slaking with a nod of acknowledgement to recognise its success. "It's no wonder you lost. In the world of pokemon battles, there's no room for sympathy - only strategy and power. You're crippling your pokemon by not letting it continue," she suggested in reply to his compliment. It wasn't a friendly or encouraging suggestion; just mocking, challenging.

"My name's Dari," she replied to his introduction, "but please don't touch me directly. It's bad for my skin," she joked nastily. There was no humour in her voice or her expression. "I await your return. I'll show you then what my pokemon is capable of."

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The room remained silent for the past few minutes. He felt stupified that he waited so long for the shadowed figure to appear. He looked out the window to see Ai's Absol digging in the trash chute. Ai was duly warned not to get involved.

Milano muttered in anger as he moved away from the window. A movement caught his eye as a black mirage made a rustle through the secret chute. This character was getting on his nerves. Such a rodent was never taken this long to exterminate. He calmly exited the room, without a care of the masterball, if it was to be found or not. He had the powerful pokemon in the inner pocket of his suit. Gio entrusted it to him instead of leaving it foolishly in a showcase, so the masterball was a rue. Both Absol and the apparent assassin fell for it. He left the room, pressing a button on the way out. It was the control to the compressor under the garbage chute. The masterball landed in the middle of the compressor, along with heaps upon heaps of garbage. The underground base was definitely there, but not directly led to by the chute. Absol and the assassin were going to be crushed by the compressor. The hatch that led to the room was also locked. So there was no way back up. As it was a room for crushing waste, it was also a place to get rid of rivals of Gio. They would be killed, and thrown into the compressor. Blood was in the shape of splats as if something exploded on the walls. Symmetrical shaping of the blood was on the opposite walls, and as Milano pressed the button on the upper level, the walls started closing in.

Milano went back to the noisy, but messy room. His face had dried up, but his kinetic meditations should make the healing process go by in an instant. That was to be done later. He threw his silver-endorned Pocketknife at the DJ board, and stopped the music. The club was a wreck. And as he looked down, he saw a man leaving the club, and a thin girl standing in the midst of the pandemonium. She had to be the new Elite.

"You, Darielle, come upstairs. We need to talk. Giovanni's dead, he couldn't survive the injury from the assassin, but he's also taken care of. Make yourself a natural of our club. After it's rebuilt in the next few days, you can get familiarized with me and a few others.

Giovanni left in his will the ownership of the club to Milano, along with all the money he made. Gio was still in the street, bleeding to death. Soon, he couldn't hold on any longer, the next morning, newspapers with his face on it spread across the city and its surrounding cities. This attracted more challengers thinking the Havoc Fight Club was in a weaker state, and ripe for conquest. Milano was not going to let that happen. The fools underestimate his reputation.

Gio's body lay on the street, the next day, it rained. and his carcass lay in the showering darkness. Milano grinned at the opportunity to change the club to his bidding.
 
Ai walked to the room where Milano and Dari were. "I'm not going to let you take over this place without some help Finale." Ai stared at the confused Milano while he wondered what she meant. "Raichu. Come on out." Ai threw one of her Pokeballs in the air to release a powerful-looking Raichu. "We need to knock some sense into him Raichu. Battle me Finale. I'm going to bring you back even if it means taking you down!"

Ai's Absol was still trapped in the lab. The helpless Pokemon found a trainer putting a weapon away.

You! I can't believe you're down here. You're here for the Master Ball, aren't you? Shadow attacked the net it was trapped in with a Night Slash, freeing itself.

I won't let you get the Master Ball, even if I die trying.
 
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Evkay sat outside the club on the curb as commotion obviously continued further inside. He had a satisfied attitude about him as he played with Darth's pokeball. He released him into the street. Darth appeared in the street with no signs of even being injured and crouched in front of Evkay.

"You did great, Darth. We put up the front we needed to, she thinks she's won with that over sized monstrosity...but we haven't even gotten started, have we buddy?" Evkay and Darth laughed together and their laughs could be heard echoing into the streets. "We'll be back tomorrow, and we'll see how that chick can handle us in a serious match." Suddenly the commotion of the club seemed to erupt into yells again.

"lets see whats up in there Darth... we got so caught up in that battle we didn't see what all that was about." Evkay and Darth rushed back into the club to see what was happening.
 
"I'm not wasting my time on you. I know who will come out victorious, and I know how much of a nuisance your Raichu is. While I stab the enemy, all your Raichu can do is poke at it with a dull edge, not even deal any pain for that matter. Gio did a good thing kicking you out, he knew you had weaknesses. I swear, Ai, show your pitiful self here again, you won't be speaking through your throat again." Milano's speech was cold, and it felt like someone would squeeze your heart until you couldn't feel it pumping anymore. The way he spoke, along with the bloody scar on his face made him look even more terrifying. After a cut into Ai's feelings, Milano turned to Dari.

"As for you, you managed to stop the commotion in here. I'm impressed. We have some business to talk about." Milano spoke as if she needed to heed to him without question, as he always spoke this way.

Milano ignored Ai and went upstairs back to his quarters, regardless of whether the two women followed him. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He could see a clear deep gash on his face. His damaged eye had lost it's color and become a grotesque purplish-brown. He stared at it with his other eye, unable to see with the damaged one. Milano went to bed, and continued with his book, as if nothing took place from the last time he picked it up.
 
The man looked upwards at the compressor. It would never work again, now that his blade sliced away half of it. He looked to the Absol.

"You think I'm after the Master Ball because of what's inside? You're wrong. The Master Ball is empty. The ultimate power I seek is not a Pokémon, but the technology inside the Master Ball. Clearly others thought differently."

He walks past the Absol.

"Stay here."
 
Don't move. I'm not letting you go without a fight. Shadow became angered at the man. At least tell me your name.

Ai decided to follow Finale, along with Raichu by her side. When they reached Finale's quarters, the door was locked. "Iron Tail!" Raichu destroyed the door, bringing some commotion over what happened. "I'm not letting you leave... Milano. What happened to you?"

After no response from the mysterious man the Absol became even more angered. Answer me! What is your name?
 
The man looked at the fierce Absol. Clearly he'd have to cut through, but he didn't want to kill the Pokémon just yet.

"You may call me Twilight. Now that I've answered your question, you will answer mine. Why do you oppose me?"

The man watched Shadow carefully, every facet of its ability, speed, and power being sized up. It was stronger than most, but still not a threat.
 
Milano did not fix his eye from the book.
"Nothing that concerns you, I just did what I'm told. Now that Giovanni's dead, I'm the new leader. Don't think of rejoining us, you're too weak. Get out of my club, you're only making it worse with your presence. And you tore down my door, which tells me that you want to aid in our destruction. How many times must I repeat myself? Get out. Don't come back. If you want a battle so badly, go challenge Dari. She's going to show you out the door. Now leave, I have a headache."
 
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