Pokémon Leaf Chronicles

Part 11. A Rock-Solid Fight! (1)

My biggest confrontation was about to commence. As the flickering lights above my head flashed with colored patterns. The crowd yelled in succession for the final round to begin. I could feel the screams permeating my entire being. Like a rapper feeling in tune with the power of the bass.

It felt rather intimidating to watch as this flashy show hyped the atmosphere around me. The crowd howled and cheered for their beloved town leader as tensions began to rise toward the ceiling row above me.

Gym Leader Brock is just ahead of me.

A loud bang occurred as the lights flicked north towards the stadiums throne. My eyes glimmered from the spectacle of it all.

There he was.

A large man rested upon a rocky throne. His eyes slanted with spiky brown hair. His muscles protruded at every angle of his body. Wearing a green vest and a maroon colored shirt the man stepped off of his throne.

Shaking the ground with his large stature. As he crashed onto the field with such vigor and defiance. He was a force not to be reckoned with.

Feeling the threat of judgement. I could feel his aura. He was as strong as they say. With those Rock-Solid pectorals and massive abdominal features. This man made it his mission to stay fit and in shape for these battles ahead.

"What is your name Trainer?" He called with a deep raspy voice.

"Uh-uh-L-leafgreen," I stuttered.

"Ah Leafgreen," he announced with a loud chuckle.

"It's also Leaf—

"Whatever then, my name is Brock I'm the Pewter City's Gym Leader. I believe in rock-hard defense and a determination like yours. That is why my Pokémon are all rock type. Now tell me Trainer? Do you dare to challenge me?" He threatened with a confident gaze.

My heart thumped violently. This vibe I'm getting from him. He's as elite of a Trainer as they come. I felt from his gaze like I was about to shrink from my own existence.

Man, he's an imposing guy. I wonder what type of Pokémon he has? They might be the toughest ones I've yet to encounter.

I nodded nervously in response to his question.

"Fine then," he nodded back gently. "You May use all three of the Pokémon you have in your possession."

I'll need to use my Bulbasaur for the start of the match.

If I use him, I'll be able to take him down easily.

Though this was proving to already be a difficult decision. I started having second thoughts on whether or not I should start with him or if I should use him as the final brunt of the match? My mind raced quickly as the lights above the stadium shimmered over the battleground.

Brock pulled out his Poké Ball and propelled it strenuously across the field. Igniting a release of a Pokémon I've never seen before. His body was grey, rugged and broad. The Pokémon had two eyes and a mouth. There were no legs from my examination and he looked to be flexing solid rock muscles from his arms.

"Duuuuuuu!" He shouted proudly.

"Show me your best Leaf!" He roared.

I instinctively motioned from his yell. Gesturing my Bulbasaur to the field. Hoping to provide an offensive to his defensive Pokemon. Bulbasaur pranced toward the middle of the field. Glaring him down with a growl.

The officiator approached the other half of the field on Brocks side and raised his arm.

"On my mark, three-two-one-start!"