R1 - Kite Correl Vs. Noah Kratz

[Jake]

Lights come up on Arena 3, a slick, clean Arena surrounded by cheering and screaming spectators. There's not an empty seat in the house. They wave signs and giant foam fingers in the air to show their excitement.
Two doors open on the East and West sides of the Arena. The door on the East opens to allow Kite to step into his position on the stage and the door on the West does the same for Noah.
And the doors open and the cheers incredibly intensify, the field official dressed in classic black and white step into his own position on the field and holds up two flags, one blue and one red.
As the flags swish through the air, the crowd miraculously grows silent. After the hush has fallen over the spectators, a rich, baritone voice echos through the Arena.
"Would the two participants please take their place on the Arena."
The crowd goes wild.

[Nickbo!?]

<sup>Admittedly it was a tiny bit disappointing when there were louder cheers at a single, unimportant tourney then all the wondrous contests he had been in put together.

Perhaps it was just the fact that people who attended contests were far more civilized then the blood-crazed morons that were lined up in these stands. Whilst waiting momentarily he did in fact pause at that; such low insults? Sure, Kite would admit he would disapprove and generally not insult things he disliked yet... You could say the young man was in a fairly bad mood after being roped into the tournament.

Usually he would never participate in such things. He preferred the jazz of coordinating; sure, battling moves were involved in contests but such where done with dignity and style. Why, the young man was even in his dashing coordinating outfit; it did feel slightly bizarre though, for such cheering to commence whilst in the blindingly bright white suit with matching (and equally eye-destroying) top hat and cape. Yes, the man acquired ultimate style in his pimp outfit tuxedo so there appeared no reason not to wear it in this ridiculous battle.

After all this mental whining one might be generally curious as to why on Raeo Kite signed up in the first place then. Indeed, when he had first looked at the flyer his natural instinct had been to ignore it. Originally he had thought it worth his time; after all, it was time that could have been clearly spent practicing for contests! ... The thought of a trophy had dragged him in however. Kite had wanted to ignore it so much and act completely oblivious to the tourney's utter unsophistication but... A TROPHY WOULD BE SO SHINY~

There was no chance he was going to win anyway; Kite was content with that thought so there was no possibility he could get one. The coordinator was so used to... One could say flimsy battling since, after all, contests didn't compose of the downright violence that would probably end up being displayed here.

Maybe if he was lucky Kite would get a medal? Medals were shiny...

Oddly enough it was the lack of sound that caught the young man's attention. That could only mean one thing and as the suave, pretentious voice rung out he could sigh with relief and indifference. That made him feel more at home; after all, contests were plagued with those sort of voices.

The voice, one might even say, transformed him. No, sadly he did not change into a vehicle of some kind (though that would have been very exciting); the disinterested, bored scowl on his face transformed into a grin of pure happiness; he had been standing grimly still but that changed as he skipped out into the arena like some sort of rabid school girl. Yes he skipped; only real men could skip. His cape bellowed erratically behind him and the young man managed to appear quite oblivious to the once again raging crowd. Yes, it looked as if the voice had somehow managed to inject pure euphoria into him and he came to a stop at his place in the arena.

Clearly Kite was going to make this as moronic dramatic as possible and he flicked his cape dramatically as he reached for a Pokeball. H-he admittedly hadn't really thought this through so carefully but... Why, he trusted the one he was going to release the most.

"We'll show them what style is, Optime!" he almost managed to giggle in a high, almost feminine voice (perhaps his laughter was because of the eccentrically cliched line he just spouted?) and the pokeball erupted in a burst of red, releasing... A Blissey.

The Pokemon's arrival to the field was slightly... Obnoxiously vain one might describe it. It twirled as it appeared which perhaps would have seemed slightly fascinating considering the normal type's weight and shape, and it stopped, giving a chirp and nodding a, "Bliss!"

Maybe he wasn't taking this seriously but Kite just wanted a shiny medal of some kind now.</sup>

ooc/ I am sorry for causing premature deaths. >n>[/sup]

[Jake]

Noah waited behind the door to the Arena, shaking. He had sled down mountains with raging avalanches biting at his heels, he had water skied through Sharpedo-infested waters, he had surfed in tidal waves, but somehow, the idea of being in front of so many people caused him to shake like he'd never shaken before (and he was an ice-type trainer).
The roars of the crowd seemed to pound at the door, as if they were all trying to knock it down and rip Noah to pieces. At least that what it felt like to him. It was all so loud, so powerful. Surely there had to be thousands out there. They were all going to be looking at him. Watching his every move ready to pounce at all the mistakes he'd make.
The crowd went into silence. What had happened? Who died? Was it him? He checked. Nope, still here. Ah, it was the announcer. Oh crap, the announcer! That meant he had to go out there soon! Daaaaaaaamn...
He got his idea. He'd run away. Noah turned to leave but found that the door behind him was locked. Those monsters! He was no animal! He deserved to be free!
"Let me out!" he yelled, "OPEN THIS DOOR!"
The door the Arena opened in front of him. The cheers of all those people flooded into the chamber. Noah's face started to twitch.
"Not that door..." He moaned as he hesitantly stepped out of the chamber.
When he walked out, it was magical. The screams and cheers were joined by lights and the faces of the people. It must have been the faces. Once Noah saw that they were not angry mob screams, but rather happy, excited screams, he was more relaxed, but only for a second. After the fear had vanished, it was quickly replaced with one of the biggest adrenaline rushes ever known.
Noah was himself again. He punched the air with his fist and let out a loud, "WOOOOOO HOOOOO!" and ran to his spot on the stage. Gloved hands checked the position of his goggles on his head and wiggled them a little to get them in the right spot before Noah finally took the time to notice his opponent.
Wow... he thought, This guy's clothing is EXTREME!
In an instant, Noah had made mental friends with his opponent. Anyone who dressed like that had to be awesome.
Noah watched as the Blissey was sent out. Blisseys were EXTREMEly had to take out, he knew. He had once faced a rouge Chansey (what seemed like an oxymoron in the pokemon world), and had the roughest of times getting rid of the threat.
The point was, Noah needed a tough pokemon if he wanted to beat this beast. He reached to his belt and grabbed a poke ball from it. He took a good look at it before pulling back his arm and then thrusting the thing onto the stage.
"All right, Warden, time to be EXTREME!"
A large brown pokemon stomped it's feet on the ground a few times and shook it's large tusks.
The Mamoswine looked at the Blissey before him and then at the cheering crowd around him. He quickly shook it off and focused back on the Blissey, his obvious opponent.

[Nickbo!?]

<sup>His opponent was apparently enthusiastic.

How wondrous. The enthusiastic types were clearly the ones who got into the battling business; their rash, rapid, usually moronic logic always managed to make sense in battles. The cheer his opponent gave out unsettled him even; he'd rather be with a smug and pretentious trainer rather then a cheerful one.

Despite that he still wore the unnatural wide grin, his eyes trailing over the pokemon the other released. A Mamoswine? Certainly unusual; the gruff, slight ungracefulness of it was not something so common in contests. That was of no matter though; this was a proper tourney, not a contest. The young man kept on having to remind himself that.

"Optime, oh, y'know me..." Kite sung, with a flimsy hand flick even to accompany the flamboyant tone of voice. The Pink Pokemon had indeed took the time to glance around before he had said, apparently somewhat bewildered and fearful of the massive crowds and cheering but when she heard her trainer's voice she snapped back to glance at him. Tapping a gloved knuckle on his top hat he appeared to thinking.

"Why not start off with a simple, graceful Ice Beam!" the coordinator said then, breaking his feigned thoughtful expression. The Blissey actually seemed confused by that action; after all, the Mamoswine was an ice-Pokemon. Nonetheless, perhaps used to far more eccentric shenanigans from her trainer, she glanced back to the opponent and stretched her mouth open, the Ice Beam forming and seconds later jettisoning towards the ground-type.</sup>

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[Jake]

Noah watched and waited. He saw the Blissey take it's look around. Aw, he thought, poor thing is nervous. But then his opponent spoke. Noah unconsciously leaned forward with a huge grin on his face. Here we go! he cheered in his head.
Disappointment struck him as Kite took longer to think.
C'mon, c'mon... Noah kept saying in his mind, Let's GO already!
His impatience made his opponents thought process seem like it was taking forever.
Finally, he gave his order and Noah leaned in again.
"An Ice Beam?" Noah said, "Awesome! I love Ice beams!"
Mamoswine stomped in place and prepared itself for the attack. He was gonna take it like a MAN. Well, he was until Noah gave his order.
"Alright, Worden, let's give it a taste of our own ice!" He said with a tight fist and a huge grin.
Mamoswine watch and when the opposing Ice Beam was about halfway through the stage, he shot out his own cold blast. His Ice Beam met Blissey's Ice Beam in the middle of the stage.
And now it was a stand off. A one on one ice on ice battle to see who could force the other to stop.

[Nickbo!?]

<sup>See, that was what he hated about enthusiastic trainers; their moronic logic as mentioned before. Amazing moronic logic in this case. Well, it seemed a reasonable thing to do anyway; the Mamoswine's Ice Beam was bound to be far more powerful and as the Ice Beams collided. Icicles flickered across the arena flooring yet it soon became clear very suddenly that the ground-type was far more powerful as his Blissey's own was quickly blasted back. It shattered and the normal type panicked, crying out slightly as it glanced back to its trainer, but not before shooting a quick look at the crowd, in confusion clearly unsure of what to do. The normal type... Why, it practically had self-confidence issues. After all, this sort of battling seemed so unfamiliar to it.

"Light Screen Opty!" he cheered goofily, determined not to let his own panic show. He even ended the sentence with a wink, his stage persona attempting to cover up for his lack of plan. The normal type seemed rather aware of his lack of confidence but attempted to turn back to the Mamoswine to fulfill the command and spun whilst performing the move. That was maybe what let it down and the move was rather late; although a yellow-ish pink, translucent wall appeared it was shattered rather easily, the Ice Beam plummeting through and colliding with the Blissey. Perhaps the damage was reduced slightly but still the normal-type stumbled back with the matching cry of pain, stumbling back but... Still spinning, perhaps not having recovered from the spin it performed whilst making the Light Screen before. Or maybe it attempted to takes blows with grace.

Kite bit on his lip in frustration but attempted to keep the rather cheerful expression on his face. Nobody repeated a move in contests; it was a known fact! This was so unusual and as he watched his Blissey still spinning (it was going to get dizzy at that rate) he thrusted a gloved hand forward, posing slightly, "Opty, try out an Egg Bomb! Hurry about it!"

It attempted to do so, taking the egg and swinging it haphazardly yet the extra momentum added some power, releasing it and the egg sailed through the air towards the Mamoswine. The Blissey stopped spinning after that but appeared dizzy and rather... Unstable on its feet. The coordinator was rather horrified by this obscene lack of gracefulness.

"W-what are you doing Optime!?"</sup>

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[Jake]

Noah was almost bouncing with excitement and the battle only just started. By the end of it all, he'd be twice as big from all the adrenaline that was shooting around inside of him.
Oh, this is what he lived for. The rush, the thrills, the extremity of it all! He loved it!
Noah's fists were uncounciously moving around in little circles as he watched Worden blast away first the other Ice Beam and then the Light Screen.
"GO WORDEN!" he yelled out.
Noah was so excited that as he watched the Blissey spin and spin and spin, he was just so into that he failed to notice the egg that was hurled at his Mamoswine. Apparently, Worden also made this mistake.
The egg plopped itself right into Worden's left tusk. The soft thing smushed itself on tightly and kept a grip. Worden, shocked, looked down at the egg with cross eyes. After a second of realization, he shook his head vigorously to try to make it go flying off, but it failed. He stopped to see if it worked and when he saw that it was still exactly where it was, he tried thrashing about. That too failed. Noah's attention went from the spinning Blissey to his thrashing Mamoswine.
"W-What're you doing, Worden?" Noah cried in sync with his opponent's cry.
The Mamoswine stopped and looked at his tusk again. The egg was still firmly attached. Irritation soon grew into a claustrophobic-like panic. Worden was rampaging about the stage, slamming his tusks against the floor, walls, anything he could find to try to get this suffocating egg off of him.
"Worden, calm down!" Noah ordered, but it was not heard.
Worden was rolling around and thrashing about, but the egg would not come off.

[Nickbo!?]

<sup>The Blissey was unable to stand up straight up.

Forget standing up straight; it couldn't stand up at all. Kite could only groan heavily and pinch the bridge on his nose, the goofy grin leaving him as it collided against the arena and rolling a bit due to its round shape. A rather disinterested, irritated expression appeared instead as he watched the usually graceful normal type roll straight across the flooring. This was a disaster. A sham. Even for battling this was absolutely horrific. The magician wanted to die.

"Optime! Up! UP!"

The Blissey continued slowly rolling and it actually seemed fun for the normal-type; perhaps the dizzy state added to it and she appeared to make quite content sounds. Kite tore away his gaze in terror and returned to looking at the Mamoswine. H-he felt so lucky his opponent was also experiencing 'problems'; although it didn't look like the other trainer wanted to combust (as of yet but his opponent managed to handle the situation with a little more clarity) the ground-type was clamping around with an egg stuck on its tusk. This should have been a perfect chance!

When he glanced back towards Blissey though and realized it was losing its composure and grace Kite realized that, he too, was losing all composure. He was supposed to be Kite Correl, absurdly handsome coordinator in a dashing white outfit but now he was just... Kite. Angry, old man Kite in an irritating, eye-shattering tuxedo. He needed his utmost composure to pull the suit off! Everyone in fashion knew that a bad attitude made a bad outfit!

"Optime! Make the egg 'splode! Like you usually do!" he attempted to cheer, trying to grin despite the fact the coordinator was twitching slightly. The Blissey was attempting to recover anyway but there was the fact that it was rather difficult to get up when one is a GIANT OVER-SIZED OVAL. Kite was getting impatient and when he sung the next command he looked sounded as if he was resisting slaughtering the normal-type right there, "C'mon, try Ice Beam again instead Opty!"

It nodded in its woozy stupor, preparing the attack again as it finally regained balance. It opened its mouth to fire again and... It did. Perhaps the force of the attack threw the dizzy Pokemon off though and whilst the first part of the Ice Beam seemed originally aimed for the normal-type the rest looked as if it would hit the crowd or fly up into the sky.

Kite's eyes widened and he soon realized if the Mamoswine didn't manage to defeat the Blissey he would go onto the field and beat it up himself.

"Bu-bugger!"</sup>

ooc/ B-because I'm British Kite uses British naughty words too 'kay? 3:

[Jake]

Noah stood slack-jawed at the sight of his rampaging Mamoswine.
"Stop it! just ignore it!" Noah yelled out, but to no avail. Worden felt as though the egg was choking him. He couldn't stand it! It had to come off. Noah was tempted to just pull the egg off when Worden ran by him, by he took a look at the official and decided against it. Instead, he simply watched an waited for the Mamoswine to remove the egg himself.
Noah plopped down to a squat in his position, rested his elbow on his knee and then his head in his hand. This was a disaster. He let out a small groan.
But wait. The Blissey was also incapacitated. Maybe there was a chance. Maybe, just maybe, if the crazed Mamoswine just happened to ram into or even charge over the Blissey, even if it didn't notice, he could knock it out! Noah jumped up in excitement.
Then the Blissey recovered. Noah sunk back to his previous position. He could only watch as the Blissey fire off another Ice Beam. It hit Worden directly and knocked him back with the force, but didn't deliver too much damage due to his being an ice-type. Noah winced. Even though it didn't deliver too much damage, it still did something and as long as Worden was like this, that Blissey could hit him as much as Kite wanted-
"Oh shit!" Noah yelled as he followed the deranged Ice Beam with his eyes as it raced up and at the crowd.

The field official also watched the beam of cold energy. Some spectators ducked, dodged, and rolled to avoid the attack. The official looked astonished at this and shot a confused/shocked expression up to the room of officials high above the arena. They only looked back and shrugged. The official took a look back at the stands. Nobody was hurt...
Hesitantly, he raised the blue flag over his head and the battle continued.

Noah looked back at Worden.
"C'mon! It's just an egg!" he cried out.
Worden recovered from his tumble and looked back at the egg only too see that the Ice Beam had caused the egg to freeze. The Mamoswine lifted up his head and then with great might, he slammed his powerful tusk to the ground. The frozen egg shattered off of him. Worden's eyes widened with glee before closing with a sigh of relief. Noah stood, shocked.
"YYYYYYYYYES!" Noah cheered with a punch to the air.
Now he was back in the game.
"Alright Worden, it still looks dizzy. Throw it off with Earthquake!"
The Mamoswine, now able to focus, lifted up his two front legs and stood, just for a second on his hind legs before coming back to the ground and slamming his front legs into the Earth, shaking it with great intensity.