The luck of the pokeball

Follow me as I attempt to win the pokemon random competition. All 649 pokemon can be randomly selected into my own or my opponents team. The pokemon chosen truly are chosen at random before the story.

The giant flame was lit by the assembly team of legendary fire pokemon. Moltres, Entei, Heatran and Victini. They all fired at the basin with mighty passion. I stared up at it from the stage. I was just a humble boy who only ever got to third round in pokemon contests. I had nearly three dozen badges to my name and if I didn't win this I would challenge the Unova league.

A pair of Makuhita and Hariyama began beating their bellies at the countdown to the seeding. In just a few seconds I would be paired against another one of the eleven dozen battlers. This was a knockout tournement and there was no way I was going to go out in the First Round.

The matches flicked on screen. I was no. 56 and I was paired against no. 120. Whoever that was.

"56?" a deep voice boomed behind me. I quivered but turned around to face my challenger. He was many years my senior and had a significant height towering over me. I nodded in reply to his question. "I'm Tony. Good luck tomorrow"

I shook his hand and he left but not before muttering that I would need his luck. I frowned. This competition was all down to luck. I would win if I only got strong pokemon, but the odds are stacked against me.

When the time came I boldy walked onto the battlefield. Tony was stood there with his six random pokeballs in a cage next to him. Mine were next to me. Six random pokemon. Nobody knew what they were. But I was about to find out.

"Go pokemon!"

The End

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