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    CHEATER: A ONE-SHOT


    The door slides open with a hair-raising screech, revealing the final room; the room that few have ever seen with their own eyes. It is the room where his skills and fears will be put to the test, the room he has endured many long months of rigorous training to get to. And now he's finally here, at the turning point in his life. From here, fate could take him either to his glory, or to his demise. The outcome will decide whether his efforts had been worth it. Will he prevail? Or will he be ruthlessly tossed aside like many others who have gone through the exact same door, thinking the exact same thoughts?

    The boy hesitates at first, then enters. He surveys his surroundings with wide blue eyes as he carefully makes his way across a narrow bridge, each step sending tremors through the thin material of his determination. He soon approaches a slab of rock cut into a perfect octagon. Its edges are spaced just a few feet away from smooth tiled walls. Up above light filters through a large glass dome, illuminating the battlefield. The faint sound of churning water can be heard some hundred feet below.

    The door closes behind him with a bang, leaving no means of escape except for a door on the other side of the room. It is blocked by a tall smiling man. A wiry strand of blue hair sticks out from under his hat. His frame is hidden by a white cape that brushes the tips of his pointed shoes. It billows around him as he slowly descends down the stairs.

    “Welcome challenger,” Wallace says, his calm voice producing a massive echo within the walls. The boy shudders, then clenches his fist as Wallace continues. “You have gone through four trainers, each very unique and very powerful. It has not been easy to get to where you are now. And I'm afraid it won't be as easy to get through the door behind me as it will to beat me... wait- ” he pauses for a few moments, then slams his palm into his face. “Aww, crap! I can never get this thing right!” The boy looks down to hide his smirk. An involuntary 'Ha!' escapes from his pursed lips, echoing throughout the empty arena.

    At this, Wallace's face reddens. “Stop laughing! I don't think you would find it so funny if you were in my situation. I'm stuck in this stupid room for nine hours each day! I get no breaks. I have to repeat the same blasted phrase to every last soul who walks in here! It does things to your memory, you know, so it's perfectly normal to make a mistake.” He grimaces and crosses his arms. “You're my second challenger today. The first one was a girl, about your age. She just wouldn't shut up about becoming the Pokémon League Champion! 'Oh, I'm gonna be the best trainer in the world! Every trainer will know my name!' She talks about it as if it's the best thing in the world!”

    The boy takes a step back from Wallace, who seems to be lost in his rant. “Hmph!” he snorts. “The only thing that keeps me from quitting this accursed job is the salary. But being paid to stand in a room all day... the least they could do is give me a chair...” Wallace tilts his head to the side, his gaze flickering to the boy. “Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you were there. Sorry you had to hear all that. We'll battle now. But I'll warn you beforehand - I'm paid to win, so you'll be getting no mercy from me!”

    The boy draws himself up to his full height, his face heavy with concentration. “I'll battle you no matter what the stakes may be!” he shouts.

    Wallace gives a stiff nod. “Everybody says that. All right, let's just get this over with. The match between Champion Wallace and whatever your face is shall now begin, yadda yadda yadda. These formal phrases just drain my energy... Send out your first pokémon.”

    Upon his command, the boy reaches into his backpack and pulls out a shiny pokéball, grateful for its cool touch against his sweaty palm.

    “Go, Manectric!” he yells as the pokéball is tossed up. At its peak in the air, a jet of red light is released from its center. It travels down to the chipped surface of the battlefield, where a rough outline of a pokémon forms. Half a second later a Manectric stands at the boy's side. The pokémon's thin blue legs tremble under his weight as he lowers into a crouch. He eyes Wallace hungrily, ferocious growls lost in the sound of crackling electricity.

    “Great. Another electric type. Aspiring trainers are so unoriginal. Whatever happened to grass?” Wallace sighs, and withdraws a pokéball from a pocket in his cape. “Go, Wailord.” After the same flash of ruby red, a whale the size of a ship materializes before Manectric. He utters a low, rippling cry that shakes the walls of the arena.

    “I'm guessing that's why they made the ceiling so high?” the boy says aloud, looking up at the enormous Pokémon.

    From somewhere behind the Wailord, Wallace's muffled voice is heard. “No, it's to make my voice seem deeper and louder! Gosh, does no one read Pokémon League Weekly anymore? Wailord, use Water Spout!”

    Frequent giggles still rack his body as he thinks: Pokémon League Weekly? Aw man, this guy is gonna be so easy!

    The Wailord's back arches, nearly touching the tip of the dome. It exposes a large blowhole, out of which a jet of clear water shoots out. The water rains down on the battlefield, but does no visible damage to Manectric, whose gaze still doesn't waver from its opponent.

    “Uh... okay. Manectric, use Thunderbolt!” the boy commands, watching with pleasure as white sparks gather around its slender body. From the ceiling, a dark cloud begins to form, from which a thick bolt of lightning flashes.

    Wailord lets out a terrible cry as the thunderbolt strikes him. He topples to the side in a fit of high-pitched squeals. Now he lies on the ground, twitching from the electricity that still sears through his body. Manectric snorts, and the cloud disappears instantly. A wave of glee washes over the boy as he watches.

    “Ha! I paralyzed your Wailord!” the boy shouts over the pokémon's deafening cries. “Now he can't attack!”

    Wallace sighs, his words barely audible. “Why do people underestimate me so? Do you not think that I have come prepared?” Once again he reaches into his cape, this time pulling out a small bottle. A mysterious green liquid sloshes around in a glass case labeled 'Full Restore'. Wallace strides over to the squealing Wailord, aims the tip of the bottle at his body, and sprays the liquid. The boy watches as the pokémon slowly relaxes. The screams stop. With a final grunt Wailord rolls over onto his belly, perfectly balanced, anger swelling in his beady black eyes.

    The boy recoils from shock. “What?! You cheater!”

    Wallace shrugs nonchalantly. “It doesn't say in the rules that you can't use items to help your pokémon.”

    “Still, it's not fair! You're supposed to be the strongest trainer in Hoenn! Don't you think it's a little low for you to be using healing items? Or are you just too soft to take a hit?” the boy taunts.

    Wallace gives a wry smile, but does not reply to the boy's accusation. Instead, he turns to Wailord. “Wailord, use Surf!”

    The ground begins to shake so violently, that the boy finds himself wondering how the octagon doesn't collapse from the tremors. All around him, water begins to rise in mighty torrents. It groups into a giant column directly behind Wailord, which then sweeps the entire area of the battlefield. The boy watches in horror as Manectric is swallowed by the waves.

    “Manectric, no!”

    From beneath the waves, a gurgling sound is heard as the frantic pokémon tries to resurface. Twice the boy is forced into a false grin as he catches a glimpse of a triangular yellow head poking out of the water, but Manectric is soon overwhelmed by the sheer force of the current. His bruised body washed up at the boy's feet.

    “Manectric is unable to battle. Send out your next pokémon,” Wallace says as the boy leans over to return Manectric.

    “Cheater!” the boy hisses, and Manectric vanishes into the pokéball with a flash of red.

    He turns to his backpack and is about to pick it up, only to find that the fabric is darkened with the weight of water. Frantically the boy digs through its many pockets, groaning as he finds each of them to be filled with water. Many of his items are ruined, and his berries are crushed in their pouch. The boy jumps to his feet and faces Wallace.

    “Look what you did to my backpack! My mother gave me this, and she told me not to get it messed up!”

    “Gotta read the disclaimers,” Wallace steps to the side, and a small sign tacked to the back door comes into view. Bold red letters spell out the words 'THE HOENN POKÉMON LEAGUE AND ITS RESPECTIVE TRAINERS ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LOSS OR DAMAGE TO YOUR PROPERTY DURING BATTLE.'

    “Aargh!” the boy groans, almost screaming. “You'll pay for that one! Go, Flygon!”

    The boy's next pokémon leaps out of its Pokéball with swift grace, and hovers a few feet into the air. Her wings seem too small for her plump green body at first, but carry it well. Flygon's eyes gleam with joy behind red protectors.

    “Fuh-fuh!” Flygon scпreeches as she struggles to gain its balance, hovering at irregular heights.

    “Flygon - ”

    “Wailord, use Ice Beam!”

    “- Crap! Dodge it, Flygon!”

    A beam of blue energy forms in Wailord's open mouth and shoots towards an unaware Flygon, striking one of her wings. With a piercing screech Flygon spirals to the ground, the injured wing folded against her body. On the ground she lies helplessly, shivering as a block of ice molds around her.

    A smile tugs at Wallace's lips. “I told you not to get cocky,” he says.

    “Not so fast!” the boy cries, and shoves both hands into his wet backpack. He returns with two small bottles clutched in his fists, dripping with excess water. He aims them towards the frozen pokémon.

    “Full Heal and Hyper Potion!”

    Yellow and pink liquids mix, slowly dissolving the ice as they are sprayed from their bottles. Flygon's scars fade, and the pokémon rises slowly into the air, unsure what has happened. Wallace seems surprised.

    “Why don't you just use a Full Restore? It saves time.”

    The boy rolls his eyes and tosses the bottles aside. “Because! That Sidney dude took all my money when I lost to him! I couldn't buy anything else. I wasted my last Full Restore on Elite Four Drake, that cheater! These were some of my last healing items, so you better not -”

    “Wailord, use Ice Beam again.”

    “CRAP! I TOLD YOU NOT TO!”

    “I'm being paid to win! Remember?”

    Another beam of blue energy shoots out of Wailord's mouth, speeding towards Flygon.

    “Flygon, dodge!” the boy cries. From behind their red domes, Flygon's eyes narrows. She evades the oncoming beam with a rough backflip, and the Ice Beam hits a wall. The peal of breaking glass rings through the arena as the tiles fall, exposing bare rock.

    “Ouch... the managers won't be too happy about that...” Wallace mutters under his breath.

    “All right, Flygon!” the boy reaches up into the air, almost as if to high-five his pokémon. "Now use Earthquake!"

    “Fuhfly!”

    “Wailord, use Ice Beam again.”

    Flygon is too distracted by her trainer's praise to notice Wailord preparing for his next attack. When the boy looks up, he is too late.

    “Flygon, move!” he shouts. Flygon's head jerks backwards just as the Ice Beam hits.

    “Flygon!” the boy yells as he watches the beam of energy throw her down. Flygon's round belly gives a bounce to her fall, then she lies still.

    “WHAT?!” the boy roars as he returns Flygon, never taking his eyes off of Wallace. “That's two of my pokémon! Cheater!”

    “Flygon is unable to battle. Send out your next pokémon, unless you'd rather give up,” Wallace winks.

    “Never! Go, Ninetales!” The boy looks down with anger upon the pale, fox-like pokémon that has just appeared before him, her nine silky tails fanning around it. “And THIS time, I'm using an X-Attack!” The boy reaches into his backpack again and withdraws a single pill. He holds it out to Ninetales who sniffs it twice, then turns away with a snort.

    “Nuh-nine!” she sings. The boy's groan turns into an inhuman growl as Ninetales slinks to the side.

    “Get over here, you little demon!” the boy snarls. The pokémon pauses as her head innocently turns.

    “Eat the pill. Now!” the boy demands.

    Ninetales blinks, but remains still. She gazes knowingly out to her trainer, as if trying to communicate something telepathically to him. After a few moments she walks off again, her tails whipping the boy's arm.

    “Ninetales, you worthless HOUND! Get! Over! Here!” he screams, vocal cords searing with pain. A triangular ear flicks, but Ninetales does not heed his words.

    “Smooth,” Wallace chuckles.

    “She's a new pokémon, okay?” the boy looks up. “She won't freaking listen!”

    “I wonder why. Wailord, let's put her our of her misery. Use Surf again.”

    “Ninetales -”

    The boy could not finish, for the mighty current of water had already swept Ninetales aside like a piece of paper caught in the wind. Unlike Manectric, Ninetales lets the current take her without a fight. Her body washes up at the boy's feet moments later. Wallace shakes his head with dismay as he looks at the fainted pokémon.

    “Ninetales is unable to battle. Send out your next pokémon. And be quick about it too. I don't think I can stand such epic failure any longer.”

    “Epic failure?” the boy repeats, his voice rising.

    “Yes, I said epic failure. Now hurry up!”

    “Go, GARDEVOIR!”

    “Wailord, Ice Beam.”

    Gardevoir, a lean Pokémon of tall stature, emerges from the pokéball apprehensively, his two green arms behind his back. The last of the red light is still fading from his body as the Ice Beam hits, which sends his skidding backwards. The boy lets out an “Oomph!” as Gardevoir collides with him, and the two fall back.

    “Ow! Watch it, Wallace!” the boy grunts, dusting off his jeans.

    “Gardevoir bumped into you, not me!”

    “Well your Wailord forced it to! All right, Gardevoir, show 'em what you're made of! Use Confuse Ray!”

    Gardevoir pauses for a moment to watch Wailord, fear trapped behind ruby eyes.

    “G-g-g...” he stammers, and backs away.

    “Ice Beam again,” Wallace says. “I have to say, this battle is very enjoyable.”

    Once again, the energy for Ice Beam grows inside of Wailord, preparing to fire off at any moment. Gardevoir's raised arms do little to shield him however, and his ghostly dress ripples as he falls onto unforgiving rock.

    “No no NO!” The boy seems to be on the verge of mental breakdown. “I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY OVER HERE SO I CAN LOSE TO A SMIRKING TALL WEIRDO WITH FREAKING BLUE HAIR! BLUE!”

    Wallace is taken aback. “Now! There's no need to get personal. My managers thought it would be best for my image if I dyed my hair a crazy color. Is that so wrong?”

    “THAT'S IT! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! YOU ARE GOING DOWN! GO, SWAMPERT!”

    Swampert, a large blue pokémon with a series of fins protruding from his body, lands upon the floor with a thud, the last of the red giving way to his murky coloring. His large mouth curls downward into a grimace of intense concentration, letting his opponent know that he will not be beat. Wallace raises an eyebrow.

    “Hmm. That was your smartest move today. I'm afraid I'll have to switch pokémon as well. Wailord, you are returned.”

    With a flash of red, Wailord melts into the pokéball. The boy swallows the bile that rises up in his throat, upset at himself for not being the one to force it there.

    “Go, Milotic.” Out of the pokéball comes a long serpentine pokémon. Her peach-colored body glistens under the sunlight as she slithers away from Wallace, each movement graceful and precise. She halts a good few feet away from her trainer, showing off the colorful scales on her tailfin. Two pink antennae curl upward from where the eyebrows should have been, their soft hue matching that of the silky tresses of hair that tumbled down her body.

    The boy's jaw drops as he watches the slender pokémon. “I can't believe it!” he declares. “I've been trying to get one of those since January! January! And all I keep reeling in are stupid Magikarp! Where are the Feebas? Why do other people get them and not me? Why? Why?”

    “I'll tell you if you win,” Wallace smiles, rows of perfect teeth flashing in the sunlight. “Which you won't.” His smile grows bigger as he watches the boy's cheeks flush a tomato red.

    “All right! Swampert, kill that thing! Use Mud Shot!”

    Wallace remains silent, his lips forming inaudible words. Milotic's head jerks backward, and she nods. The boy wets his lips and his gaze falls upon Swampert again who, without the slightest pause, begins raising mud from the loose gravel and water that has collected within large cracks in the rock. Opening his arms wide, he shoots the particles at the opponent, nearly creating a wall between the two sides. The boy clenches his fists as he listens for Milotic's squeal of surrender... but none comes. Upon opening his eyes the boy catches a glimpse of Swampert, once a proud warrior, soaring through the air and finally meeting the ground. The collision raises loose dirt and rocks, and strips the surface completely of paint. Speechless, the boy turns to Milotic. Her angular face is hidden by her tail, which is bent as if to swing something. The boy's shoulders sag.

    “Mirror Coat is useful in cases like these,” Wallace chuckles. The boy's eyebrows meet in a frown as he watches Swampert struggle to get up.

    "Hang in there, Swampert!" he bends over to his backpack once more, and withdraws a bottle of Hyper Potion. He runs over to his pokémon and aims the bottle.

    "Eat this, Wallace!" he yells as the pink liquid is absorbed into Swampert's body.

    "S-s-Swampert!" the pokémon growls as he rises to full height, towering a few feet above its trainer.

    "How could I possibly have eaten that?" Wallace folds his arms from underneath his cape.

    "Oh now you're just being annoying. Swampert, use Earthquake!"

    "Suh-Swampert!"

    Immediately the ground begins to tremble. It starts out small, but then grows stronger and stronger until even Swampert stumbles. The boy is forced to hang on to his pokémon for balance as the rock wobbles and shifts. Through his partially closed lids the boy sees Milotic trying to slither to safety, bruises and cuts lining her body from the loose rocks. The boy looks over to Wallace, only to be angered by his impassive expression. Wallace holds on to the railing behind him with both hands as he watches his struggling pokémon. A few more tiles break off the walls and shatter on the surface of the octagon, and Milotic struggles to evade them on the shifting floor. The quaking subsides suddenly, and Milotic’s head droops with relief. Her body is limp on the rock, and is lined with cuts of various lengths and sizes. The boy allows himself a smile.

    Wallace frowns. “What? No comments? No snide remarks? All right then.” He reaches into his cape and pulls out a Full Restore. The boy’s smile vanishes.

    “How many of those things do you have? And how does your cape hold them all?” the boy groans as Milotic’s cuts heal under the mist of the medicine.

    Wallace chuckles. “My cape is specially designed with state-of-the-art inner pockets. It’s heavier than it looks, actually. Makes me wish I had a backpack like yours. Well… a dry one at least.” Wallace smirks at the wet lump by the boy’s feet.

    Milotic, now fully healed, rises up once more. The boy meets her intelligent stare with a scowl.

    “Why can’t you be like the Gym Leaders? Seriously! They use, like, one healing item then fend for themselves!”

    Wallace simply shrugs. “Well, for one thing, they don’t have as much money as I do. They can’t afford to pay for the Gym, the wages for the trainers that they hire, and a year’s worth of medicine at the same time. The Elite Four can. Milotic use, Toxic.”

    The last command catches the boy off guard, for Wallace utters it in nearly the same breath as the rest of the sentence. A mist of purple surrounds Swampert, and the pokémon emerges coughing and sputtering. Groaning, the boy reaches into his backpack and pulls out a wet Full Heal. He aims the nozzle at the gasping Swampert, who is doubled over and facing the edge of the arena. His coughing subsides as the boy pours the neon yellow liquid into the pokémon’s open mouth. Swampert rises to his feet, ready to battle once more.

    “How’s that, Wallace? Swampert and I are gonna own! Swampert, use - ”

    “Surf.”

    “NO! I didn’t get to finish my command! Jerk! Swampert, dodge it!”

    But the foaming waves had already swept Swampert aside. They carried the struggling pokémon nearly over the edge of the arena, leaving him hanging on for dear life. Milotic appears satisfied. With a grim expression, the boy takes out a pokéball. Just as Swampert is about to fall over the edge, the light of the pokéball freezes his form and rushes it inside.

    “Swampert is unable to battle. This concludes your Elite Four challenge. Better luck next time! Have a nice day.”

    The boy stands there for a few moments, his face utterly expressionless. Twice, he seems as if he is about to say something, but his lips form no words. Finally, and with much kicking of his backpack, he turns and leaves.

    “Oh, wait!” Wallace calls after him, and the boy stops. “You forgot to pay.” With the authority of a king, Wallace extends a thin arm to the boy, who looks down upon it as if it is an unsightly bug.

    “My mistake,” the boy says through gritted teeth, withdrawing a thick stack of bills from his pocket. He sneezes onto it, wipes his nose, then slaps it into Wallace's palm. Wallace calmly pockets the money, and the boy leaves without another word.

    The door closes with a hair-raising screech, hiding the long hallway ahead. Wallace now stands alone, amid all the rubble and destruction he and his opponent have wreaked upon the arena. He turns away for a moment and begins to walk to the back door. He hesitates midway and smiles, flipping a Full Restore in his hands.

    “Loser!” he whispers, and disappears behind the door.
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    I was going to read it, when I noticed this:

    “No no NO!” the boy seems to be on the verge of mental breakdown. “I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY OVER HERE SO I CAN LOSE TO A SMIRKING TALL WEIRDO WITH FREAKING BLUE HAIR! BLUE!”
    ...and this..:

    “ALL RIGHT, NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! GO, SWAMPERT!”
    All caps? I think just a '!' would suffice. Also, the sentence after it, a word is *ed out, which makes it make no sense.

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    All caps means he's yelling very loudly. And the word is ****-ed out because I was going to say 'c0cked an eyebrow', but the site seems to censor it. So I changed it to 'raised'.

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    I love this one-shot! Great job, Mrs. Lovett. I'm impressed, I enjoyed reading it.

    My favorite parts:
    Quote Originally Posted by Mrs. Lovett
    “You have gone through four trainers, each very unique and very powerful. It has not been easy to get to where you are now. And I'm afraid it won't be as easy to get through the door behind me as it will to beat me... wait- ”
    Quote Originally Posted by Mrs. Lovett
    'THE HOENN POKEMON LEAGUE AND ITS RESPECTIVE TRAINERS ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LOSS OR DAMAGE TO YOUR PROPERTY DURING BATTLE.'

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    Very nice. I liked how the Wailord beat most of the challenger's team and the comment on how he was locked in that room for nine hours a day. Makes it sound like the job of Pokemon Champion is inhumane (but then why are they seemingly all over the place?).

    There was one incident of a 'payed' that needs to be 'paid'. But great work overall.
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    Whew, all right, haven’t been reviewing much lately, and your story looked like a very nice place to start. ^^


    To start off, I liked the situation you start off with – there are a lot of interesting aspects you can explore during a battle between a trainer and the Elite Four Champion, and I liked what you had going, and was especially entertained by some of the dialogue between chaarcters (it really was quite amusing in that silly sort of way XD), even though it seemed a bit strange that they would so quickly reveal so much about themselves to a random stranger (such as Wallace’s remark about not liking his position and being forgetful). Seeing the main character lose was also interesting to see (after always winning in the game), especially after seeing him get so cocky near the beginning, though I did find his reactions to be a bit strange in the context – being so quick to laugh at Wallace’s blunder, for example, when he had been so serious just moments before, caught me as being a little strange.

    To be honest, a fair few of the things that the main character did caught me as being a little odd, including during the battle; since he’s facing Wallace, one would assume that he’s a fairly powerful trainer, or at least of decent strength and experience. He would have had to battle many trainers, defeat many Gym Leaders and beat the rest of the Elite Four to have gotten to where he is with such powerful, fully-evolved Pokémon, and should so be a pretty darn good trainer himself by now. For that reason, it seems strange to me that he’s so utterly shocked by Wallace’s item use, even claiming that it’s cheating when he himself has a bunch of items on-hand, using them during battle and even sounds like the “nothing” he had left when Sidney defeated him were items. Also despite all his experience, he still gets fairly ahead of himself, has a fairly straightforward, unrefined battle technique (most trainers would at least try a stat-boosting or status-inflicting move at some point) and for Pokémon that would have been through so much, they are each defeated after a single attack, type weakness or not. Considering that he and his Pokémon have been training for months, it’s quite surprising to me that they should do so poorly in battle. You may want to consider expanding on battles in the future, drawing them out and making them a bit less one-sided to allow for more suspense.

    Another thing that bothered me, albeit not as much, was how quiet the Pokémon were. Aside from their cries of pain, a couple looks of determination and Ninetales refusing the X Attack (which I also didn’t really understand – has he ever used items in battle, has this ever happened before or anything?), the Pokémon don’t act very independent, or like they’re actual different characters. Don’t be afraid to give your Pokémon personalities (and perhaps genders as well, as calling them all “it” seems a bit funny when even the games give them genders) and let them shine through when they’re released or during battle. Maybe Ninetales is really sassy, so you can show it flipping its mane and grinning eagerly at the opponent, or Swampert (who we would also assume to be the main character’s starter, and so would be emotionally closest with, though this wasn't really shown) acting confident, pawing at the ground and snorting at the Milotic. I also noticed that you tried to briefly describe each of them when they were sent out; while this is a great idea, and can really help paint the scene of the battle in the reader’s mind, there are better ways to go about doing this.

    While you don’t need to completely describe a Pokémon, it’s always nice to just throw out one or two small details, especially ones that will accentuate the Pokémon’s qualities, like you did the elegance through Ninetales’ silky tails or Flygon’s slight awkwardness with such tiny wings. The best way to describe a living being is to incorporate an action into the description, so instead of something like “Charander had an orange tail with fire at the end,” you might say “Charmander swung its scaly orange tail, the flames on its tip flickering and twisting through the air.” (Compare the picture each example creates in your head and you'lls ee what I mean.) To describe a Houndoom, you might talk about how the light shines dimly on the curved horns on its head, how its snout is pulled into a snarl, revealing rows of pointed teeth as its clawed feet paw at the ground. You can imagine and practically see what I’m describing in your mind’s eye, because you don’t just see Pikachu’s ears – you see the black tips of its ears twitching as it listens to the quiet sounds of the forest around it. Feel free to throw in other little pieces like this during battle, such as the way Machoke curls its large hand into a fist, pulling back its muscular arm before shooting it forward into a punch, straight into Buizel’s chest, winding the orange-furred weasel and choking a single “Zel!” from its throat. It makes the battle much more exciting because again, you reader can imagine it more clearly, and then you have the added bonus of seeing the victim’s reaction – the strangled cry, the Treecko on its hands and knees, shaking as it tries to get to its feet and so on.

    The last thing I did find a bit strange about this piece was that you chose to write it from third person limited point of view. While this can be interesting so that instead of seeing any character’s thought we can only see of them what the other character sees, I personally think it might have been interesting to get to know what the main character was thinking, especially at the beginning and end. I do think you still did a pretty good job at the beginning, having a strong opening paragraph that caught my eye, and less insight was needed during the battle since we had a fair idea of what was going on through the good dialogue. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what his thought process was at some points, if he was just drawing a complete blank for a battle technique or just what it felt like to be so frustrated when he had gotten so far. You still did fairly well here, but as I said, it might have been a nice plus.


    Onto the writing itself, it was quite good, and I think you had some really great wording, especially in the dialogue. I did, however, find your language to be a bit weak at times, sometimes your phrasing being a little awkward, and other times I got the impression that you struggled to find the right word to describe something. The best way to expand your vocabulary and making your overall language stronger is just by doing a lot of reading, so feel free to pick up books or fics and just read. One of the biggest problems I found in your writing was that, while the story was written in present tense, you accidentally switched to past tense a LOT. (Oops!)

    While I will go through most of your fic, pointing out mistakes, making suggestions and showing where you could have done some things better, I would still recommend you proofread this on your own again to fully iron it out, especially to find your random tense-switching since I didn't point them all out.

    I am a bit nitpicky here, and you can always disagree with some of the things I’ve said, but I do hope you’ll consider making some of these changes.

    The door slides open with a deafening screech (it seems a bit strange for the screech to be deafening, unless the door is made out of steel), revealing the final room; (use a semi-colon here) the room that few had ever seen with their eyes (should be "their own eyes," but this implies that they've seen it another way - perhaps on TV?). It is the room where his skills and fears will be put to the test, the room he had endured many long months (many long months of what? training? struggles? hardships? victories and losses?) to get to. It would be the turning point in his life – the thing ("thing" seems like a very weak word to use here - you can try "that which would decide") that would decide whether all those months (again, months of what?) were really worth it. The boy hesitates at first, then enters (this is the kind of place where I'd like to know just what he's thinking, why he hesitates, why he goes in, maybe even the look of determination that flashes through his eyes as he strides forward). He surveys his surroundings with wide blue eyes as he carefully makes his way across a narrow bridge. He approaches a slab of rock that resembles a perfect octagon (does it resemble an octagon, or is it an actual octagonal shape?). Its edges are spaced just a few feet away from tiled walls, which reach up to a glass-domed ceiling and sink ("sink" implies downward motion - you want "rise" to show it going upward) to unknown depths. The faint sound of churning water can be heard some hundred feet below. (so they're suspended above the ground? You might want to specify)
    This is the only part where I had a lot of comments, which I added in bold (I don't do this for any other part XD) but since this is your opening paragraph, you'll want it to look the best, especially so you can hook readers through it.


    The boy shivers and grits his teeth as he continues.
    I think you want “shudders” here – a shiver generally refers to someone being cold.


    Without warning, the boy bursts into gales of laughter.
    It seems a little strange that he goes from being so set, determined and nervous (see above quote) to laughing like a madman. If he’s laughing out of nervousness, okay (though that should be explained), but otherwise, it’s just a really big, really strange switch that doesn’t quite seem to fit the situation. “Gales” also seems like a funny way to describe laughter here.


    At its peak in the air, a jet of laser light is released from its center.
    The term “laser light” seems really strange here. You can just say “a jet of light shot out from its center” – I don’t personally see the word “laser” working well in this exact sentence, nor coupled with the word “jet.”


    Before Wallace could respond, Manectric leaps into the air with a roar, a speeding yellow blur.
    “Could” should be “can,” since you are writing in the present tense (as I said, you have many cases of tense-switching like this, so you’ll really need to look over this). On a side note, why is Manectric a dramatic blur if he’s using a long-range attack that has no requirement for speed? o.o


    “Ha! I paralyzed your Wailord! What'cha gonna do about that, Wallace?” The boy shouts over Wailord's cries.
    Really, he’s that cocky after one single attack? Once again bringing up the battle experience thing, wouldn’t this kid know after so many battles with powerful trainers that you shouldn’t get too cocky, especially right off the bat and especially when things can change in a heartbeat? And especially against the Champion – as Wallace says, it’s a serious underestimation he probably shouldn’t be making. I will add, however, that I do like the touch of him shouting over Wailord’s cries – it’s sort of chilling and makes the reader cringe (though I might advise throwing in an adjective to describe the sound, like “strangled cries” or “pained cries,” just so we can really feel that giant creature’s pain echoing through the stadium.


    With a final grunt Wailord rolls over on its belly, perfectly balanced, anger swelling in its beady black eyes.
    I love the little eye description you have going there, but you don’t really show Wailord recovering from the Full Restore – just Wallace spraying and Wailord being all hunky-dory. Just sort of saying how Wailord stops moaning, maybe the colour returns to its scales and it seems to perk up would be a nice way to directly show the item’s powerful affect.


    The boy recoils from shock. “What?! You cheater!”
    As I said, I personally don’t quite see why he would get so worked up over this. If he’s facing Wallace then surely he has been in quite a number of battles and has seen trainers using items, and he later uses them himself (showing he came prepared with items with the intent to use them) you’d think he’d know items were allowed and wouldn’t be so shocked. It simply doesn’t make much sense in the context, and I really had to suspend my disbelief that the main character would actually be shocked by this (to then be confused by him using items himself).


    Wallace shrugs nonchalantly. “It doesn't say in the rules that you can't use Items to help your pokemon.”
    This is more a matter of style, but I personally find it a bit odd that you capitalize “items” but not “pokémon” (with the “é” as well – you can make one by pressing and holding down the Alt key, then typing in 1, 3, 0 on your number pad). It should also either be “Pokéball” or “pokéball,” but not with a capitalized “b” (I’d suggest the former since you capitalized the other item names).


    Wallace gives a wry smile, but does not answer the boy's complaint. Instead, he turns to Wailord. “Wailord, use Surf!”
    I think the word “protest” would work better than “complaint, here.” Also, the command here seems a bit funny without a speech tag, so I’d just add a “Wallace shouted” or something in that vein at some point.


    Within a few seconds Manectric reappears in the center of the battlefield, its body scarred and disfigured in the subsiding waves.
    Another case of simply awkward phrasing. “Within a few seconds” can be more easily phrased as “a few seconds later,” or simply even “seconds/moments later.” However, I don’t really see why Manectric’s body would be scarred – disfigured, perhaps, if its bones were crushed and limbs twisted in unnatural ways from the huge body of water, but unless it was beat against something there shouldn’t be any scars. “Reappears” is also a strange word to be using here – it might be better if you describe the water draining away so that its body is made visible once again after the tidal wave, so it makes a little more sense, as well as creating the cool mental image of the Manectric lying there with splayed legs, water soaking through its golden fur and such.


    The boy rises – nearly jumps – to his feet and faces Wallace.
    I don’t think you really need the dashes here – a simple “The boy jumps/nearly jumps to his feet” would do quite well.


    “- Crap! Uh... dodge it or something!”

    A beam of blue energy forms in Wailord's open mouth and shoots towards an unaware Flygon, and hits one of its wings. Flygon hits the ground, its ample form encased in a block of ice.
    Another case of the main character, who must ahev been through so much, seeming so lost just from a simple, direct Ice Beam, without even an idea for a counter-attack. And wouldn’t Flygon think to dodge it on its own or something? I dunno, even if I wasn’t as intelligent as a human, I’d think to avoid an oncoming beam of ice (once again going back to my point of Pokémon acting more as individuals).

    I probably wouldn’t describe the energy in Wailord’s mouth as a “beam” until it actually shoots out (in the animé it usually just looks like a small sphere before shooting out as a beam), and you can instead just say “hitting one of its wings” (though it’s unclear as to how the ice goes from hitting Flygon’s wing to encasing it completely – you might want to describe this bit). You might want to try more powerful verbs to describe Flygon hitting the ground, such as “slam” or “smash” (even “cast upon” just doesn’t do much to create a visual of the strong impact in the reader’s mind). On another note, I love the exchange between characters after this. XD


    “And THIS time, I'm using an X-Attack!” The boy reaches into his backpack again, and withdrew a single pill.
    Another case of verb-switches (there’s quite a bit around here). I would use “withdrawing.” Ninetales also seems to just appear out of nowhere here – you might want to consider showing the character sending it out of its ball.


    “Ninetales is unable to battle. Send out your next pokemon. And be quick about it too. I don't think I can stand this epic fail any longer.”
    I would merge the second and third sentences here, and put a comma before “too.” Cute little use of epic fail, though I might use “such” instead of “this,” just because (at least from my view), it seems to flow a bit better and sounds a bit less awkward. The terms “veil” and “ray” in the next paragraph also don’t seem like the best words to describe Gardevoir’s dress or the beam of ice.


    “ALL RIGHT, NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! GO, SWAMPERT!”
    XD You definitely get points for the dialogue before this, though another very small nitpick; I would type out “mister” instead of “Mr.” here.


    “That was your smartest move today. I'm afraid I'll have to switch pokemon as well. Wailord, you are returned.”
    The first two sentences should be merged with a comma and the word “but.” I would also like to add that I really, really like the phrasing of the paragraph after this – shows a very nice amount of the character’s frustration which I thought worked really well.


    Upon opening his eyes the boy catches a glimpse of Swampert, one a proud warrior, soaring through the air and finally meeting the hard surface of the rock with a hollow thump.
    I think you mean “once” here. And again, “meeting the hard surface” seems like a big understatement for the smash of Swampert’s scaly body slamming into the concrete wall.


    The boy stands there for a few moments, his face expressionless. Twice, he seemed as if he were about to say something, but he finally turns to the door and leaves.
    I really, really like this moment here; the main character is standing, defeated, in front of the Champion of Hoenn, all of his Pokémon, who have fought so hard to get him where he is, each taken down with a single hit, with hardly a single counter-attack between them. Everything he has worked for in those past months comes crashing down around him, and it has all turned out to be pointless. This is one of those moments where I which you had written in a point of view that allowed us to see into his head so we could know just what he’s thinking at this moment. I don’t really feel the tension right now, can hardly see his frustration, his anger, his crushed hopes.



    I do like this story and what you’ve done with it, and I enjoyed reading it, though I do see the potential for more. I rather like your style, especially your talent for dialogue, and I definitely think with some fine-tuning and taking in some of the suggestions I’ve made, you’ll be quite a fine story-teller.

    I really hope you take what I’ve said to heart, and I look forward to seeing more from you in the future. Good luck, and happy writing!

    ~Psychic

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    Hey three new reviews!

    Sweeney Todd: Those two were my favorite quotes as well! I'm glad you liked it!

    Ysavvryl:
    Very nice. I liked how the Wailord beat most of the challenger's team and the comment on how he was locked in that room for nine hours a day. Makes it sound like the job of Pokemon Champion is inhumane (but then why are they seemingly all over the place?).
    Just recently I began to notice how the Elite Four and the Champion, etc. just stand there when you arrive. I began to wonder "What if this was real life? What would their jobs be like? Wouldn't standing in a Gym or Pokemon League room bore them eventually?" I also assumed that Wallace would certainly get paid a lot for his service to the trainers of Hoenn, which is why he hasn't quit yet :P Thanks for replying!

    And finally, Psychic: It must have taken you a long time to type all that up. I appreciate it!

    I'm used to writing in the past tense, but I decided to switch to present tense just to try it out. When I'm writing, I automatically switch to past tense because I'm not used to writing in present yet, so I had to do extra proofreading. Thanks for pointing out all the stuff I missed!

    To be honest, a fair few of the things that the main character did caught me as being a little odd, including during the battle; since he’s facing Wallace, one would assume that he’s a fairly powerful trainer, or at least of decent strength and experience. He would have had to battle many trainers, defeat many Gym Leaders and beat the rest of the Elite Four to have gotten to where he is with such powerful, fully-evolved Pokémon, and should so be a pretty darn good trainer himself by now. For that reason, it seems strange to me that he’s so utterly shocked by Wallace’s item use, even claiming that it’s cheating when he himself has a bunch of items on-hand, using them during battle and even sounds like the “nothing” he had left when Sidney defeated him were items.
    I think I left out a major part of the character's personality - he hates it when other trainers use Full Restores in battle, because he thinks it's only fair to battle Pokemon with the strength they have. But he still contradicts himself by using these items in battle, because in his eyes only he should win. I should make that a little clearer when I go over this again.

    The last thing I did find a bit strange about this piece was that you chose to write it from third person limited point of view. While this can be interesting so that instead of seeing any character’s thought we can only see of them what the other character sees, I personally think it might have been interesting to get to know what the main character was thinking, especially at the beginning and end. I do think you still did a pretty good job at the beginning, having a strong opening paragraph that caught my eye, and less insight was needed during the battle since we had a fair idea of what was going on through the good dialogue. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what his thought process was at some points, if he was just drawing a complete blank for a battle technique or just what it felt like to be so frustrated when he had gotten so far. You still did fairly well here, but as I said, it might have been a nice plus.
    I don't write with this post of view a lot, but I'll definitely experiment with it some more. Thanks for the tips!

    This is more a matter of style, but I personally find it a bit odd that you capitalize “items” but not “pokémon” (with the “é” as well – you can make one by pressing and holding down the Alt key, then typing in 1, 3, 0 on your number pad). It should also either be “Pokéball” or “pokéball,” but not with a capitalized “b” (I’d suggest the former since you capitalized the other item names).
    It may be just because I'm lazy, but I rarely use the accent e. I might start though; a lot of people in the past asked me about this. As for the capitalization, I don't capitalize pokemon unless I'm referring to the Pokemon company, since it would be a proper noun then. Regular 'pokemon' is a common noun to me, just like I wouldn't capitalize 'animal'.

    I have no idea why I decided to capitalize 'items' though D: Some thought was running through my mind at that point, and I decided to capitalize it. It doesn't make too much sense now that I look back at it, so I'll change that as well.

    Well you've really given me a lot to think about. I'll definitely be writing more, and I'll use your advice to spice up my writing. Thanks!


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    Hi again, sorry, I just realised I forgot to actually say that I really liked it! ^^ I had to re-read a few parts, but I'm just quite silly like that, but I really did like it. I'll have to subscribe so I can check, because I always forget where threads are.

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    Hi again, sorry, I just realised I forgot to actually say that I really liked it! ^^ I had to re-read a few parts, but I'm just quite silly like that, but I really did like it. I'll have to subscribe so I can check, because I always forget where threads are.
    You can always edit your post, but thanks anyway!

    Anyways I've just edited my one-shot. I added an extra page to it, and fixed a whole bunch of errors. It should be fine now, but feel free to mention anything else I might have missed.


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    Oh my goodness I loved this! xDDD This was a brilliant one-shot, and I love your writing style!

    “Fuh-fuh!” Flygon screeches as it struggles to gain its balance, hovering at irregular heights.

    “Flygon - ”

    “Wailord, use Ice Beam!”

    “- Crap! Dodge it, Flygon!”
    Pssh. Pwnage >:3

    The boy rolls his eyes and tosses the bottles aside. “Because! That Sidney dude took all my money when I lost to him! I couldn't buy anything else! I wasted my last Full Restore on Elite Four Drake, that cheater! These were my last healing items, so you better not -”

    “Wailord, use Ice Beam again.”

    “CRAP! I TOLD YOU NOT TO!”
    Haha xD I love Wallace! This is just too comical.

    At this, Wallace's face reddens. “Stop laughing! I don't think you would find it so funny if you were in my situation. I'm stuck in this stupid room for nine hours each day! I get no breaks. I have to repeat the same blasted phrase to every last soul who walks in here! It does things to your memory, you know, so it's perfectly normal to make a mistake.” He grimaces and crosses his arms. “You're my second challenger today. The first one was a girl, about your age. She just wouldn't shut up about becoming the Pokemon League Champion! 'Oh, I'm gonna be the best trainer in the world! Every trainer will know my name!' She talks about it as if it's the best thing in the world!”
    Aww poor Wallace! D:


    Anyway, I think the mistakes have already been found. It was a very good one-shot, and I'm looking forward to more of your work! =DDDDD I must agree with everything Psychic said.

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    Reisude: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! I edited it, so there SHOULD be no more mistakes... Anyways, I'll definitely be writing more, when inspiration hits. I got inspired for this from my Emerald version, and since I'm in the Battle Frontier right now, I might write about that next.


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