Rychu
Thane of Smashville
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Hello everyone! This is based on a little story I thought up in study hall. I'll be posting this in chapters, so feedback is welcome! Enjoy!
Chapter 1:Saffron
Saffron City. To the outsider tourist or traveling trainer, a grand city. Clean. Welcoming. Non-threatening. To the average resident, it may appear this way, too. To those living Down-Town at least. Thats how they see it. Not the dirty underground. Thats how Jonah saw it. Nothing.
Sh*t.
Run by gangsters and theives. He was both. He owned nothing. Not even his own Poke'mon. Pathetic. A Poke'mon fighter without a Poke'mon of his own. Having to borrow them from the scum of the earth. That's life for a 13 year old orphan in this god-forsaken city. Getting dirty money by competing in illegal Poke'mon fights. He knew he'd get out. He just didn't know when.
Then he read that **** poster.
"See, right here:Nicholson's tourney. All Welcome! First prize $150 dollars and a new Machop! See right there? ALL welcome!" he argued. He had entered the Tournament, he even knew the owner for gods sake! The bouncer just wouldnt let him in.
"Sorry kid. Noone under 18"
"Bullsh*t! I talked to Nicholson earlier! He entered me!"
"F*ck off, kid. I ain't moving"
"F*ck you! This is complete bullsh*t! I payed, now let me in the **** doors!"
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, kid."
"This ain't over, b*tch! Im in the f*cking tournament!"
This had been going on for quite some time. Then, someone showed up.
"Let him in, Lax. He's with me."
The man was C.J Nicholson, the person who ran most tournaments. He was the closest thing Jonah had to a father.
"You've really got to do something about him, C.J. He's getting to be a problem." said Jonah.
"Lax? He's a good guy, Jonah. He just takes his job too...seriously."
"He p*sses me off."
"Relax, your in aren't you? Here, let me get you a Poke'mon...How about Lee?"
"Hitmonlee? Sure, why not. He likes me."
C.J handed Jonah the PokeBall.
He couldn't wait.
Chapter 1:Saffron
Saffron City. To the outsider tourist or traveling trainer, a grand city. Clean. Welcoming. Non-threatening. To the average resident, it may appear this way, too. To those living Down-Town at least. Thats how they see it. Not the dirty underground. Thats how Jonah saw it. Nothing.
Sh*t.
Run by gangsters and theives. He was both. He owned nothing. Not even his own Poke'mon. Pathetic. A Poke'mon fighter without a Poke'mon of his own. Having to borrow them from the scum of the earth. That's life for a 13 year old orphan in this god-forsaken city. Getting dirty money by competing in illegal Poke'mon fights. He knew he'd get out. He just didn't know when.
Then he read that **** poster.
"See, right here:Nicholson's tourney. All Welcome! First prize $150 dollars and a new Machop! See right there? ALL welcome!" he argued. He had entered the Tournament, he even knew the owner for gods sake! The bouncer just wouldnt let him in.
"Sorry kid. Noone under 18"
"Bullsh*t! I talked to Nicholson earlier! He entered me!"
"F*ck off, kid. I ain't moving"
"F*ck you! This is complete bullsh*t! I payed, now let me in the **** doors!"
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, kid."
"This ain't over, b*tch! Im in the f*cking tournament!"
This had been going on for quite some time. Then, someone showed up.
"Let him in, Lax. He's with me."
The man was C.J Nicholson, the person who ran most tournaments. He was the closest thing Jonah had to a father.
"You've really got to do something about him, C.J. He's getting to be a problem." said Jonah.
"Lax? He's a good guy, Jonah. He just takes his job too...seriously."
"He p*sses me off."
"Relax, your in aren't you? Here, let me get you a Poke'mon...How about Lee?"
"Hitmonlee? Sure, why not. He likes me."
C.J handed Jonah the PokeBall.
He couldn't wait.