James steps up to the basketball court sized arena. He had done this what seemed like a million times. The roar of the crowd behind him was deafening, chanting his stage name, Kaiser, emphatically. Banners of his face and his squad were plastered all around his arena. His fans also held up sign, hoping to get spotted on television. The battle tested man of thirty four had gotten through a lot in his days battling, but today he believed would be his biggest challenge; his most ambitious challenger in years.
The youth was named Braylon, but his fan base had given him the name ‘Kamikaze’, not so much because of his reckless abandonment in his fights, but because of his ability to destroy anything in his path. James scoffed at the notion of a twelve year old kid being the, ’Divine Wind’, but he had to take the child seriously, it was his job on the line of course.
James stares at the kid as he is introduced by the overly dramatic announcer.
“Here he comes NOW!! The young and downright SCARY bright star who could be our FUTURE!!!!! KAAAAMMAAAAA CAAAUUZZZZEEEEEE!!!”
James scoffs when the announcer says future and sends a smile back towards his fans sitting in the rows behind him. The young man walks slowly to his position on the court staring back at James. He wore a grey hooded sweatshirt and black pants. His hood was perched carefully on the back half of his head and his hands placed inside the shirts pockets. As he reached his spot he took his hands out and slowly cocked his head slightly to his right, still staring at James. The boy smirked a little, and to James’ displeasure he immediately felt intimidated.
“Fuck’s wrong with this brat?” James thinks, frowning a bit.
James looks to the referee and gives him a nod signifying his readiness. The ref looks at Braylon for confirmation and the boy extends his hand and offers a half bow, more or less taunting James. The crowd slowly subdues and James raises his hand, to which Braylon smirks even wider.
“Ready up young Kamikaze! Your road will end here with me! The Fourteen year Champion of the League!” James exclaims. “I won’t take it easy on you, son! First up! WooSaa!”
James unclips his first pokeball and releases an Alakazam. The five foot tall psychic beast exits the pokeball and raises his arms to the crowd! The audience booms in approval chanting ‘WooSaa’ repeatedly. The announcer introduces ‘Woosaa’ over the noisy arena.
“OOOOHH MAAAANN! It looks like Kaiser is pulling out all the stops with his first choice! WooSaa Is known all around the world for his devastating psychic abilities, especially his Psybeam attack! Kamikaze needs to be very cautious!”
James smiles at his pokemon, and then turns his attention to Braylon. Braylon grins and yells to James.
“I’ve only brought two old man!” he shows the two pokeballs in his hands, “Beat me!”
Braylon throws his first pokemon out and it’s a Hitmonlee! This shocks not only the crowd, but also James and the announcer.
“Um.. Kamikaze chooses Hitmonlee for his first choice against the psychic pokemon. This may be some kind of ploy, because as we all know, fighting types are WEAK to psychics. Let’s see what happens!” says the Announcer.
Hitmonlee stands on one leg, as he lifts his other above his head, showing its flexibility and athleticism. He silently mutters ‘Lee’ with each breath he takes. Hitmonlee slowly lowers his leg and begins to bounce side to side.
“Foolish mistake Kamikaze! You will pay for this insult! WooSaa, Psychic attack!” James growls angrily. WooSaa nods and extends his hands towards Hitmonlee, as if aiming. WooSaa begins to glow purple and a low hum begins to be heard throughout the arena. He begins his attack,
“Alakaza—“ he stops.
In a flash of dust, faster than almost anyone could react to, Hitmonlee sprints to WooSaa not only breaks his concentration with a swift kick in the chest, but it also shatters his ribs and knocks him flat to the ground. People in the crowd give out screams of astonishment. The announcer is flabbergasted by the ferocity of the kick and he also falls silent. James’ jaw drops and his eyes open wide.
“Holy.. Holy.. WooSaa.. Are you okay comrade?!” He asks his friend.
WooSaa can only look to his master, also in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, but can only cough out blood. He stares up to his master from his back, motionless, seemingly paralyzed. Hitmonlee growls and lifts his leg once more, but this time he swiftly brings it down across WooSaa’s neck, beheading the pokemon.
“NOOOO YOU MONSTER!!!!” James yells, terrified. People from the audience also cry out in horror.
“Oh my sweet God. WooSaa has been eternally retired.” The announcer says astonished. “This is the first KOD (knock out death) that Kaiser has ever had to deal with. How will he respond?”
James reaches down and releases another pokemon.
“Sparks fly! Go and avenge WooSaa! Do it now!” he cries.
He lets out a Raichu. This electric pokemon had been traded to James by the former Champion. He cherished their friendship, even though he had longer ties with all his other pokemon. The released pokemon is startled to see his beheaded friend laying in front James. It steps away from the body slowly, trying to focus on his task at hand.
“Sparks, this guy is fast as hell bro! Stay on your toes! Thunder Bolt Attack!” James commands .
Sparks immediately lets loose his attack, but Hitmonlee vanishes right before the attack hits! He appears across the court standing next to Braylon. The announcers gasp in the microphone is the only thing heard in the otherwise quiet arena. Braylon laughs and points at Sparks. He whispers something to Hitmonlee, which it nods to and disappears again. Sparks looses a barrage of electric attacks at the disappearing and reappearing Hitmonlee. He misses each time by what seems as only fractions of a second. Hitmonlee appears in front of Sparks and makes the pokemon fall back in surprise! Sparks cheeks explode again with electricity but this time instead of disappearing he flips over Sparks and bashes him in the back of his neck with a powerful kick. Sparks stumbles forward dazed and he begins to shoot electricity haphazardly. Hitmonlee dodges each attack with ease and again attacks the helpless pokemon with his powerful legs. His kick sends Sparks high into the air and Hitmonlee follows up with a powerful combo in the air! The last kick shoots the poor Raichu back down to the ground hard and rag dolls him back into the air.
“SHIT! Sparks! Come back!” James screams and points Sparks ball at the pokemon and retrieves him. The spectacle of this fight left James almost wanting to quit. He didn’t want any more harm to befell his friends. But he knew he couldn’t stop. It was his duty to continue to fight.
“The Champ has 4 more pokemon left and he hasn’t even scratched Kamikaze! What will happen?” The announcer questions.
James reaches for his next pokemon and unleashes a Dragonite! Voodoo was by far the strongest pokemon in James’ arsenal, he believed going to his anchor now was his only hope. He had grown up training this pokemon, Voodoo, since he first became a trainer. Their bond together became more of a family tie than that of a friend or associate. He trusted this pokemon with everything, and the feeling was reciprocated.
The towering dragon lets out a roar of anger and begins to levitate. Braylon grins and points his finger to the dragon as if it’s a gun and mouths ‘bang’, to the gargantuan beast. Hitmonlee steps back towards Braylon.
“Your time is up Hitman. Now, I shall unleash my beast.” Braylon says sending Hitmonlee back to his confines.
“What does Kamikaze have up his sleeve now!? Dragons are generally impenetrable creatures! And this is by far one of the strongest pokemon we have in our league!” The announcer booms.
“What does this kid have left for me?” James thinks, “This could definitely turn the tables on his plan. I will punish his insolence.”
Braylon takes out his pokeball and points it at James. The young boy stares at the older, and visibly shaken man.
“Mewtwo. Give these folks a show” He says nonchalantly.
“Mewtwo? Mew.. Two.. What kind of pokemon is that?? Could it just be a nickname? What in the world does this kid Kamikaze have up his sleeve!?” The befuddled announcer looks around trying to figure out what Braylon meant by, ‘Mewtwo’. The crowd, equally confused, begins to murmur amongst themselves. James waits for the release of the pokemon, hoping to take whatever it is out with one attack.
Braylons pokeball opens up and out comes a grey and lavender pokemon. The crowd begins to roar! This pokemon had never been seen before, and the people were excited to learn about the new pokemon. Unfazed by the crowd noise, both pokemon lock eyes and begin to stare vehemently at each other. The six foot tall Mewtwo stands a foot shorter than the bulkier Dragonite. Dragonites height advantage coupled with its ability to fly gave hope to James.
“Voodoo! Destroy this demon childs foreign pokemon! Hyper Beam attack!” James shouts.
Voodoo’s purple glow disappears and it lands on the ground. It opens its mouth and looses a huge purple beam at Mewtwo! The force of the beam causes the arena to rumble slightly and the lights flicker. Mewtwo simply lifts his hands and seemingly blocks the blast with some sort of invisible wall! The force of the attack barely moves Mewtwo, but it sends Braylon sprawling back. The young man quickly gets to his feet and rushes behind Mewtwo again, standing on his toes to whisper something in its ear. With the blast still spewing from Voodoo’s mouth Mewtwo itself levitates slightly off the ground and throws the blast straight through the arenas roof! The blast explodes through the roof and debris begins to fall onto the court. Voodoo, exhausted from its most powerful attack, falls to one knee to recuperate. Mewtwo, still staring at Voodoo, clinches his fists and flinches forward at his opponent. Voodoo, as if attacked, flinches backwards.
“What the hell? Voodoo! What’s wrong?” Asks a frightened James.
Voodoo begins to shake violently. Mewtwo stretches his hand out towards Voodoo and points up. Its body raises, still shaking uncontrollably, in the air. Voodoo starts to bleed slowly out of its extremities, moaning slightly, in pain. James begins to scream for Braylon to stop, but the child is too caught up in his pokemons actions to notice. Mewtwo brings his hands together, but quickly rips them apart! Voodoo stops shaking and it brings relief to James and most of the crowd. Voodoo screams again in pain and abruptly explodes sending blood and fluids raining into the again horrified crowd. People begin to flood outside the arena, covered in one of their most beloved heroes’ blood. James, mystified by this latest action, slumps to the floor.
“You… win…” He croaks with tears streaming from his eyes. “You bastard! You win!”
Mewtwo returns to his tiny home and Braylon walks up to the defeated James. He leans down and whispers,
“Just another day in the business, eh old man?” He asks mokingly. The young usurper exits through the hall, awaiting the former Champ to declare him the New Champion.