Brock vs. Blue
A crying boy staggered through the doors cradling his bruised and beaten Rattata. Being the first gym leader was never easy for Brock. Being the first meant he had to take all the shit from cocky ten-year olds, with their frail Pidgeys and their common-or-garden Rattata. They knew nothing of type match-ups and only tried to win by brute force, it bored him that there were no good trainers any more. The champions who had challenged him years ago were now away, in the public eyeor even dead. But what hurt him the most was their crying, they all sounded like one of his brother or sisters. He’d want to run up and give them a hug and say it’s ok, but he was a gym leader and he had learnt that the job had....some limitations.
He felt it was almost time to retire to the house after playing as many games with Geodude that involved hands, a game of thumb wars had gone very wrong already. Brock decided that no one was coming and packed up. He relieved the gym trainer on duty and walked to the door. A lean, slim figure passed through the door. This person had long hair and with a rounded cap in top. It was obvious that it was another trainer, a girl trainer at that, that was here to battle. He turned the lights back on before dealing with her. “I assume you’re here for a battle.” He droned follow by a yawn as his sleepiness set in. She only nodded. “You know the rules don’t you? Two Pokemon per person?” One again she only nodded. She did nothing to give her game away to Brock, this might the challenger who re-kindled his lust for battling. “Come on then, we better get this over with.” He droned once again as he gestured to the field of rocks yet he was actually riddled with thought on the inside. As they selected their Pokemon and stood face-to-face, Brock had one more question left. “What is your name trainer?” She smirked before adding. “Blue.” And unleashing a Wartortle into the field of rocks.
Brock flinched. A Water type, this was not going to be easy. But in the years he had upped his game and knew his weaknesses. He hadn’t seen a starter of Professor Oak’s since Red and Green. Brock searched the Pokéballs on his belt for the one he knew would see off this Wartortle. “Go Lileep!” The plant-likePokémon wriggled her roots as if they were toes and settled her gaze on the water Pokémon across the field of rocks. Brock had changed his tactics immensely since the first time he had lost; brute force was no longer his only option. He knew this Wartortle would take a while to defeat. “Lileep!” He called out! “Use Stealth Rock!” She immediately complied and shot a wave pointed rocks into the floor underneath his opponent’s Wartortle. He knew that at this level, the Wartortle might know rapid spin, immediately dispersing the stealth rock. But Lileep would’ve at least stalled him a turn due to it being un-effective. Though, it was odd how Blue was yet to make a move considering the relatively slow Lileep had struck first. She was waiting for something, Brock knew it.