You decline and take a seat on the couch, waiting on the battle to end. Neptune hops to the Spectators area, watching the fight with great interest. Wurmple is munching on the leaves from one of the potted plants on one of the corners. Philosoraptor just falls asleep on the couch after a while.
You aren't sure how long you sit there. Maybe five minutes. Maybe fifteen. You're about to pass out yourself before a loud announcement shake you back to the real world.
"Zigzagoon is unable to battle! Efrain is the winner"
The room erupts in cheers. Cheers of the trainer who has finally won. Cheers of the people who have won their bets, and cheers of the people who are glad that the battle is finally over.
You take the your spot in the arena, having already signed up for the battle. The trainer opposite you looks slightly older. He wearing a skull cap that covers any hair he has, is wearing a black shirt with torn-off sleeves, and brown cargo pants with chains handing off of them. He tosses his pokeball up in the air as he waits for the match to start.
The referee is in his own spot, a raised platform off to the side. He starts to speak up after you and the opposing trainer are in place.
"Since we have a new trainer joining us, let's go over the rules. It's one on one. No switching pokemon and no using items. If your pokemon is knocked down and can't get up in ten seconds, then you lose. If you attack a pokemon when it's down, you forfeit the match, but it that pokemon is paralyzed or put to sleep, that's okay. Do you understand?" You both nod.
"Now choose your pokemon!"
"Go Wurmple!" The worm pokemon charges out, ready to battle. You wanted to train Wurmple anyway. To at least try to get it to evolve so choosing him was a no brainier.
"Let's do it Inferno!" The other trainer yells as he tosses his pokeball.
Oh boy...
When it hits the ground, it releasing a Charmander from it's confines. It cracks it's neck from side to side, clearly ready for the fight. You already hear the crowd start laughing, shouting.
Wurmple visibly shrinks back when the Charmander appears but he composes himself as best he can after the initial shock wears off. Resigned to the loss, he looks the Charmander in the eye, ready to start fighting.
"Maybe you wanna just call it a day" The other trainer "helpfully" suggests. "Just take the loss and go home. We both know you don't have a chance."
The referee, probably used to match ups like this keeps his tone level. "Now, it's time for Keon versus Bard. The match begins in three, two..."
This is gonna suck.
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