For Team Snagem, life was simple. Wake up. Eat. Steal Pokémon from unsuspecting trainers and ship them off to another criminal syndicate named Cipher who turns them into Shadow Pokémon. Go to sleep and then wake up and do the whole thing all over ag...
"My goodness that was brutal! I don't believe I've ever seen a match end so quickly folks. Arceus above, Tisler made a valiant effort, but Wes' team swept hers up and tossed it aside! He's moved on to the final match of our gauntlet!? Can anyone stop this man?" The announcer boomed.
Watching the match were a few young children, one by the name of Marcia. She had short brown hair and wore a blue top and green skirt. She leaned forward in her chair to closely watch what was occurring.
"That guy's really strong!" One of the younger kids said as he watched Wes' opponent leave the arena.
"He's strong alright. I wonder if he went to the Pre Gym," Marcia stated, adjusting herself in her seat as she watched.
"I don't know...Justy's graduates are pretty well known. If this guy did come from there, it would have been announced. One thing's for certain, wherever he came from, he's no amateur. Whoever faces him next is going to really have a rough time of it," a young boy with light brown hair and a teal shirt stated.
"You're probably right, Secc. I wonder who they'll put him against in the final round. The last match is usually pretty tough for challengers," Marcia replied, watching as Wes tended to his team before exiting the arena.
"Not sure, but the final bout isn't for a while. The first three rounds are usually testing the skill of the challenger. The last round places them up against someone who could stand a better chance. Sometimes they make it impossibly difficult to get past the final round. They can be a bit unfair that way," Secc shrugged.
"Yeah...and with the skill Wes has, they'll probably pick someone with a team that can counter his. I guess we'll see," Marcia said as she stood up and stretched. "Well, back to work. Oh, Secc? Has Nett contacted you yet? We really need his help. With Miror B. and his crew running the show, we can't really get much done," Marcia muttered.
"No...Nett hasn't contacted me yet. And I know what you mean. Since Duking's Plusle was taken, he hasn't been able to lift a finger to do anything to Miror B. We need to figure out a way out of this mess," Secc sighed.
"Right. We're gonna need some help though," Marcia stated, turning her attention to the TV as the announcer called for an intermission. "And I think I might know where we can get it..." Marcia said aloud, reaching for her camera before heading out.
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Wes stepped out of the arena and into the tunnel. The room that the competitors waited in was rather dingy. The locker room had rusted lockers, wooden benches and a few busted showers. The walls had chipped paint and there was a rather pungent stench somewhere in one of the lockers. Wes frowned and then shut the door after walking back outside. It had been about fifteen minutes since the break was called.
"Sheesh...even Team Snagem's hideout was more clean than that," Wes muttered to himself as he leaned against the wall.
"Yeah, it is a bit musty in there isn't it?" Came an unfamiliar voice, prompting Wes to turn his head.
