Story Notes:
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Starting Line
"Ladies and gentlemon, are you ready for the race of a lifetime? Do you want to see chills, spills, thrills, and brawls at such speed it'd make regular battling seem like a chore? Then this is the place for you! We got powerful teams! The best in the league this year! I'm your announcer, DJ McSoul, the Master of Ceremonies and this...IS THE CFR CUP FINALS!"
In one of the tents, we find a Breloom practicing kicks at high speed, while the announcer explains the race to those who were as some call it "late to the party" or down and out noobs. The Breloom was at a height of 4'3". His body had a define muscle tone. He had lengthy arms and thick muscular legs. He had purple eyes. Purple was also the color of his claws and the mini-mushrooms on top of his mushroom cap head.
"Every year, the races start," the Breloom said while throwing punches, "...teams race against each other all year in order to gain fame and reach the top four. The teams that outrace the others and make it in the top four are then invited to the CFR CUP FINALS!" The moment he finished this, the Breloom jumped in the air. He curved his body in mid air, putting himself in a horizontal position. He closed his legs together and began to spin. A whirlwind soon enveloped his body.
"HURRICANE KICK!" screamed the Breloom. After finishing the move, he slowly descended back to the ground. "Fourth place in the finals, gets the Copper Cup," he continued, "Third, gets the Bronze Cup. Runner up gets the Silver Cup. And the winners get the Gold CFR Cup. With this, winning team will be able to deem themselves the champions of the CFR League. Also, the winning team's home course will be the location for the opening race next year. Same thing he said last year. But this time I won't be behind the bleachers watching. I'm gonna be in the race and my team's definitely gonna win."
He had to be proud of the team he is on. For his team of only Grass types have hit the finals not only as the underdogs of this year. But also, as one of the only teams to have a perfect record, winning almost all the races they have participated in this year. This is a VERY difficult and almost impossible task for a new team to do. The name of his team was Team Chlorophyll. The Breloom kept on practicing. His punches and kicks became blurs in the air as he moved them with rapid succession. He then took his claws and formed one of his favorite moves, Energy Ball. He then threw the ball in the air. After tossing the grass move, he charged his fist with power. Green energy began to swirl around his arm. The moment the energy ball came back down, he threw his fist forward with a powerful rush of energy at a speed that almost no one could see. The energy ball was absorbed by the Breloom's fist upon contact. The Breloom then released the energy encased in his fist for an explosive attack.
"I'm ready," said the Breloom.
"Po-lon, just who the fuck are you talking to?"
The Breloom named Po-Lon turned around to see one of his team mates, Grasslicer. He was a Tropius. He was of average height. He had light green eyes and dark green leaves on his back. The bananas located under the Tropius' chin swayed from left and right, but still showed no signs that it would fall off. He had a quizzical look on his face.
"What do you mean, Grasslicer?" asked Po-Lon.
"I came towards the tent and heard you talking about the cup," responded Grasslicer, "Man, are you talkin to yourself?"
"No, I was just thinking out loud."
"That didn't sound like thinking. That sounded like conversation. Po-Lon. Do you have an imaginary friend?"
"N-n-no."
"Now Po-Lon, we all have imaginary friends when we're kids. But when you get to a certain age you gotta get rid of that motherfucker. Kill him if you have to. I killed Tabunga when I was eight."
"You had an imaginary friend named Tabunga?"
"He was African. The point is. It's time to let go and get rid of him."
"I do not have an imaginary friend."
"Then who the fuck was you talking to?"
"I was thinking out loud."
"No, dude. You were talking to yourself. And that's what crazy people do."
"No. Crazy people ask themselves questions and then answer them.
"Then you on the right track to the asylum."
"What?! I am not fucking crazy!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, Kung pow mushroom."
"What's goin on in here guys?" said a voice from outside the tent.
A Bayleef then walked through the opening in the tent. It was Bayleen, the third and last member of Team Chlorophyll. She was the only female on the team as well. She had yellow eyes with hints of sky blue eye shadow around her eyelids. Her skin gave off a light glossy look. She almost glowed inside of the tent as the sunlight shone over her body. She smiled as she slowly swayed the leaf on her head from left to right almost in the same rhythm as the bananas under Grasslicer's chin.
"I stumbled upon Po-Lon over here talking to himself," answered Grasslicer.
"I wasn't talking to myself," retorted Po-Lon, "I was thinking out loud."
"Give him a break, Grass," said Bayleen, "He's probably just nervous. This is one of the biggest moments of our lives."
"Yeah, I was just now practicing for the race. So it's just like all the other races?"
"Yeah," replied Bayleen, "Mountain climbers start off, flyers come second, and ground runners finish it off. The mountain is kind of high and a little unstable but I think I can handle it. It seems to be very windy today, Are you okay with that, Grass?"
"Of course I am," replied Grasslicer, "No problemo. I'm the leader of this team for a reason."
"Yeah, but remember you're gonna be flying over a lake. A very large one. If you crash into the water there could be trouble. Since you can't swim and all."
"Don't worry about me. You need to worry about kung fu hot head over here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Po-Lon.
"Remember when we lost that race two months ago."
"Yes."
"Remember why we lost that race."
"..."
"It's because you got in a fight with one of the ground runners because he 'dissed' you. You beat the motherfucker so bad that he's still in the hospital."
"Look, that guy had it coming."
"It doesn't matter if he had it coming or not. We came fourth because of that. We're lucky we won most of the other races before so that lost didn't set us back. But we do not need you to lose your cool again. Not during this race."
"I'm over that now, alright."
"Okay. I just want to make sure you know what's at stake here."
"Alright guys," Bayleen finally said, "You ready to start heading to the finish line."
"Pretty much," answered Grasslicer
"Yeah," said Po-Lon.
"It's now or never guys," said Bayleen cheerily and with that, the group of three and left the tent.
In another tent a Flareon was seen checking himself out in the mirror. He was running his paws through his mane and tail. Making sure he had nothing dirty caught up in the heavily furred parts of his body. He was in one of the finalist teams in the Gold CFR Cup. The name of his team was Team Pyron. He was 3'5" with hazel brown eyes. He had light orange fur with the color of the tuft of fur over his head, the mane around his neck, and long fluffy tail being bright yellow.
"Hey glamour boy," said a Ninetales behind him, "What'cha doin."
The Ninetales was a female standing at the average height for a Ninetales. Her eyes were light blue and she had bright yellow fur. The tips of her ears were a white color which wasn't normal with Ninetales. Her tails had the same color on their tips as well.
"Just checking myself out," responded the Flareon, "A true champion doesn't just win a race. He wins a race and looks good while doing it."
"Ooooo, such a cocky Flareon are ya, Flare. The race hasn't even started and you are already positive we're gonna win."
"Well, Vulca. I've seen the competition and the only people that even really post a threat to us are the current champions. The other two teams are filled with a bunch of losers and wannabees."
"Jeez, Flare. That's pretty harsh. What about those rising stars, Team Chlorophyll."
"Who?"
"You know, Team Chlorophyll."
"Chlorophyll? Who the fuck are they?"
"Stop playing around. You know who they are! They almost have the same number of wins as we do. Everyone is talking about them. Them being new and all."
"All they are is lucky, you hear me. Pathetic assembly of a team. A Bayleef, a Tropius, and a friggin Breloom. The only places they should be is in a botany garden, not a race. The only one with common sense on that team is that Bayleef. The other two are just a bunch of idiots who swing their attacks around wildly. The Breloom is worse of them all. Him and his temper problem cost his team a race a while back because he was too concerned with beating up one of the other racers. Such a novice mistake! I hate novices."
"What do you expect Flare. They're new."
"Yeah. And?! I say they have no business being in the finals. Most likely they'll do something to disgrace the sport."
"You're too much, Flare." Vulca then let out a big sigh.
"He's always too much," said a voice outside the tent.
A Charizard then walked into the tent. It was a shiny one. His black scales gave off a nice "shine" in the sunlight. He had dark brown eyes and was at a height of 6'. His red and black wings fluttered while his long tail moved left and right, with the tip of tail twitching with flame on it every now and then.
"Alright people," he said, "It's time to get busy. The race is gonna start in the next twenty minutes. Let's head over to the starting line." The Charizard then turned around and headed back outside the tent.
"That's old Volcan for ya," said Vulca, "Always straight to business."
"He's exactly what a racer should be," said Flare, "Unlike those-"
"Give it a rest, Flare!" interrupted Vulca as she walked outside.
"Humph," responded Flare as he followed the Ninetales.
The stands were packed with a sold out audience located at the finish line. Pokémon of all kinds and types were seen there. Some were holding banners with their favorite team's name on it. There was a large titatron screen located next to the large booth that DJ McSoul was in. DJ McSoul was a green Kecleon at a height of 3'. He had large headphones around his neck and a microphone in his right paw. The finish line was located vertically in front of the booth.
"Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for is here. The race is about to start and the racers have finally reached the starting line."
An image of the four teams heading towards the starting line was viewed on the titatron. All four teams were wearing jersey jackets showing their team name, and their individual numbers and names. Their jerseys were also colored differently for each team.
"Coming in first are the reigning champions, TEAM THUUUNNNNDEEEERRRR!"
The image on the screen zoomed in on a team dressed in blue and yellow colored jerseys. The team consisted of a female Raichu, a male Ampharos, and a male Dragonite. The Raichu was strutting in front of the group while the two males followed close behind. The Raichu had light green eyes and dark orange fur. A look of determination completely filled her face. The Ampharos had turquoise eyes and was of average height. The gems on his head and tail were blue instead of red. He had a blank, emotionless look on his face. The Dragonite was 7'8" with dark red eyes. It had a heavy muscle tone. It walked with pride and a cheery expression on its face as the two tentacles atop his head drooped behind him.
"The one in front of the group is the leader. She's wearing the #9 jersey and is one of the toughest Raichus you'll ever see. BOOOOOLTMMAAAAAAAAA! ...Behind her is an Ampharos and a Dragonite. The Ampharos wearing the #73 jersey is the silent, but swift, LIIIIIMMMMMIITEEEERRRRR! Last and definitely not least of the championship team is a Dragonite. He is wearing the #69 jersey. He's one jolliest guy around, but if you push his buttons he'll lay the smack down on ya, CYLLLLIIINNNNDEEEERRRR!"
The crowd goes ballistic upon hearing the names of the current champions.
"Coming up behind the champions are the blazing fire starters. TEAM PYYYYROOOOONNNN!
The camera then went behind Team Thunder, displaying three Pokémon wearing black and red colored jerseys.
"Coming in front is the ever so modest leader of the group. He's the Flareon wearing the #18 jersey. The definite lady's man of the group, FLLLLAAAAAARRRREEE! Coming up behind him is his best friend. He's the shiny Charizard wearing the #49 jersey, VOOOLLLLCAAAANNNN! The last member of the group is a Ninetales. She is wearing the #38 jersey. She is the sultry, fem fatale, VUUUULLLLCAAAAA!"
The crowd cheers wildly and a few howls and cat calls were heard when Vulca's name was announced.
"After them are the new guys who have taken this league by a storm. IT'S TEAM CHLOOOOOOROOOOOPHYYYYLLLLLLLL!"
The camera scrolled back to show three Pokémon walking side by side wearing green and yellow colored jerseys.
"The Tropius on the left is the leader of the group. He's wearing the #1 jersey. He's the nonchalant, GRAAASSSSSSLICEEEEERRRRRR! In the middle is a Bayleef. She's wearing the #153 jersey. Her attitude is as beautiful as her face is, BAAAAAYYYYYLEEEEEEENNNN! The Pokémon on the right is Breloom. He is wearing the #35 jersey. He's the rough and tough brawler, POOOOOO-LOOOOONNNNN!"
The crowd went ecstatic upon hearing Team Chlorophyll's name and members.
"And the last team coming behind Team Chlorophyll. They're the slickest team around, TEAM WIIIIPPPEEOOOOUUUUTTTTT!"
The camera zoomed behind Team Chlorophyll to show the last group of three Pokémon. They were wearing white and sky blue colored jerseys. The team consisted of a female Vaporeon, a female Azumarill, and a male Salamence. The two females were walking side by side in front of the Salamence. The Vaporeon had light blue eyes and was of average height. Her tail was abnormally long, being almost twice the length of her actual body. She had a light blue band accessory on her left hind leg. She was the only one in the group with any of these on. The Azumarill was standing at average height. Her eyes were a weird pink color. She had dark blue skin as well. Both girls had joyful expressions on their faces. The Salamence had orange eyes and was of normal height. The Salamence had a bulky body. It flailed its large wings in an intimidating manner as it walked. It had a threatening expression on its face.
"The Vaporeon on this team is a major flirt. She's wearing the #134 jersey. She is the lovely, HYYYYYYYYDDRRRRAAAA! The Azumarill on this is quite playful. She's wearing the #44 jersey. The round and bouncy, RRIIIIVVVVVAAAAA! And the last member of the team coming behind the girls is the leader of the team. This Salamence has become a crowd favorite to males and females alike. He's wearing the #7 jersey. He's the infamous, BIIIIIIIIGGGGG BBBBRRRRRAAAACCCCCEEEEEE!"
The stands thundered with cheers when the members of Team Wipeout were announced. After a few seconds, all four teams were on the starting line, staring off one another,
"Okay, it's time to explain the rules!" announced DJ McSoul, "The mountain runners start off the race holding their team's respective flag. Team Thunder's flag is light yellow, Pyron's flag is red, Chlorophyll's flag is light green, and Team Wipeout's flag is turquoise. The mountain climbers will climb Mt. Terrance, located 20 yards from the starting line. The flyers will be located on top of the mountain. The mountain climbers will pass their relay flags to the flyers on their team and the flyers will fly off of Mt. Terrance. The flyers will then fly over Lake Veral. At the end of Lake Veral, there will be a large grassland where the foot runners will be located. The flyers will land here and pass their relay flags to their foot runners. The finish line will be located at the end of this field. In other words, the field to the left of this booth will be the field to decide it all. At this moment the flyers will head off to the top of the mountain and the foot runners will be transported to the field by our carrier Drifblim."
After a few minutes, all the racers were then located at their positions.
"Now it's time for the race to start," DJ McSoul spoke up, "On your mark.......get set............GOOOOOO!"Chapter End Notes:...Yes... hell is getting a cold breeze. Just wait... there might be more
In one of the tents, we find a Breloom practicing kicks at high speed, while the announcer explains the race to those who were as some call it "late to the party" or down and out noobs. The Breloom was at a height of 4'3". His body had a define muscle tone. He had lengthy arms and thick muscular legs. He had purple eyes. Purple was also the color of his claws and the mini-mushrooms on top of his mushroom cap head.
"Every year, the races start," the Breloom said while throwing punches, "...teams race against each other all year in order to gain fame and reach the top four. The teams that outrace the others and make it in the top four are then invited to the CFR CUP FINALS!" The moment he finished this, the Breloom jumped in the air. He curved his body in mid air, putting himself in a horizontal position. He closed his legs together and began to spin. A whirlwind soon enveloped his body.
"HURRICANE KICK!" screamed the Breloom. After finishing the move, he slowly descended back to the ground. "Fourth place in the finals, gets the Copper Cup," he continued, "Third, gets the Bronze Cup. Runner up gets the Silver Cup. And the winners get the Gold CFR Cup. With this, winning team will be able to deem themselves the champions of the CFR League. Also, the winning team's home course will be the location for the opening race next year. Same thing he said last year. But this time I won't be behind the bleachers watching. I'm gonna be in the race and my team's definitely gonna win."
He had to be proud of the team he is on. For his team of only Grass types have hit the finals not only as the underdogs of this year. But also, as one of the only teams to have a perfect record, winning almost all the races they have participated in this year. This is a VERY difficult and almost impossible task for a new team to do. The name of his team was Team Chlorophyll. The Breloom kept on practicing. His punches and kicks became blurs in the air as he moved them with rapid succession. He then took his claws and formed one of his favorite moves, Energy Ball. He then threw the ball in the air. After tossing the grass move, he charged his fist with power. Green energy began to swirl around his arm. The moment the energy ball came back down, he threw his fist forward with a powerful rush of energy at a speed that almost no one could see. The energy ball was absorbed by the Breloom's fist upon contact. The Breloom then released the energy encased in his fist for an explosive attack.
"I'm ready," said the Breloom.
"Po-lon, just who the fuck are you talking to?"
The Breloom named Po-Lon turned around to see one of his team mates, Grasslicer. He was a Tropius. He was of average height. He had light green eyes and dark green leaves on his back. The bananas located under the Tropius' chin swayed from left and right, but still showed no signs that it would fall off. He had a quizzical look on his face.
"What do you mean, Grasslicer?" asked Po-Lon.
"I came towards the tent and heard you talking about the cup," responded Grasslicer, "Man, are you talkin to yourself?"
"No, I was just thinking out loud."
"That didn't sound like thinking. That sounded like conversation. Po-Lon. Do you have an imaginary friend?"
"N-n-no."
"Now Po-Lon, we all have imaginary friends when we're kids. But when you get to a certain age you gotta get rid of that motherfucker. Kill him if you have to. I killed Tabunga when I was eight."
"You had an imaginary friend named Tabunga?"
"He was African. The point is. It's time to let go and get rid of him."
"I do not have an imaginary friend."
"Then who the fuck was you talking to?"
"I was thinking out loud."
"No, dude. You were talking to yourself. And that's what crazy people do."
"No. Crazy people ask themselves questions and then answer them.
"Then you on the right track to the asylum."
"What?! I am not fucking crazy!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, Kung pow mushroom."
"What's goin on in here guys?" said a voice from outside the tent.
A Bayleef then walked through the opening in the tent. It was Bayleen, the third and last member of Team Chlorophyll. She was the only female on the team as well. She had yellow eyes with hints of sky blue eye shadow around her eyelids. Her skin gave off a light glossy look. She almost glowed inside of the tent as the sunlight shone over her body. She smiled as she slowly swayed the leaf on her head from left to right almost in the same rhythm as the bananas under Grasslicer's chin.
"I stumbled upon Po-Lon over here talking to himself," answered Grasslicer.
"I wasn't talking to myself," retorted Po-Lon, "I was thinking out loud."
"Give him a break, Grass," said Bayleen, "He's probably just nervous. This is one of the biggest moments of our lives."
"Yeah, I was just now practicing for the race. So it's just like all the other races?"
"Yeah," replied Bayleen, "Mountain climbers start off, flyers come second, and ground runners finish it off. The mountain is kind of high and a little unstable but I think I can handle it. It seems to be very windy today, Are you okay with that, Grass?"
"Of course I am," replied Grasslicer, "No problemo. I'm the leader of this team for a reason."
"Yeah, but remember you're gonna be flying over a lake. A very large one. If you crash into the water there could be trouble. Since you can't swim and all."
"Don't worry about me. You need to worry about kung fu hot head over here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Po-Lon.
"Remember when we lost that race two months ago."
"Yes."
"Remember why we lost that race."
"..."
"It's because you got in a fight with one of the ground runners because he 'dissed' you. You beat the motherfucker so bad that he's still in the hospital."
"Look, that guy had it coming."
"It doesn't matter if he had it coming or not. We came fourth because of that. We're lucky we won most of the other races before so that lost didn't set us back. But we do not need you to lose your cool again. Not during this race."
"I'm over that now, alright."
"Okay. I just want to make sure you know what's at stake here."
"Alright guys," Bayleen finally said, "You ready to start heading to the finish line."
"Pretty much," answered Grasslicer
"Yeah," said Po-Lon.
"It's now or never guys," said Bayleen cheerily and with that, the group of three and left the tent.
In another tent a Flareon was seen checking himself out in the mirror. He was running his paws through his mane and tail. Making sure he had nothing dirty caught up in the heavily furred parts of his body. He was in one of the finalist teams in the Gold CFR Cup. The name of his team was Team Pyron. He was 3'5" with hazel brown eyes. He had light orange fur with the color of the tuft of fur over his head, the mane around his neck, and long fluffy tail being bright yellow.
"Hey glamour boy," said a Ninetales behind him, "What'cha doin."
The Ninetales was a female standing at the average height for a Ninetales. Her eyes were light blue and she had bright yellow fur. The tips of her ears were a white color which wasn't normal with Ninetales. Her tails had the same color on their tips as well.
"Just checking myself out," responded the Flareon, "A true champion doesn't just win a race. He wins a race and looks good while doing it."
"Ooooo, such a cocky Flareon are ya, Flare. The race hasn't even started and you are already positive we're gonna win."
"Well, Vulca. I've seen the competition and the only people that even really post a threat to us are the current champions. The other two teams are filled with a bunch of losers and wannabees."
"Jeez, Flare. That's pretty harsh. What about those rising stars, Team Chlorophyll."
"Who?"
"You know, Team Chlorophyll."
"Chlorophyll? Who the fuck are they?"
"Stop playing around. You know who they are! They almost have the same number of wins as we do. Everyone is talking about them. Them being new and all."
"All they are is lucky, you hear me. Pathetic assembly of a team. A Bayleef, a Tropius, and a friggin Breloom. The only places they should be is in a botany garden, not a race. The only one with common sense on that team is that Bayleef. The other two are just a bunch of idiots who swing their attacks around wildly. The Breloom is worse of them all. Him and his temper problem cost his team a race a while back because he was too concerned with beating up one of the other racers. Such a novice mistake! I hate novices."
"What do you expect Flare. They're new."
"Yeah. And?! I say they have no business being in the finals. Most likely they'll do something to disgrace the sport."
"You're too much, Flare." Vulca then let out a big sigh.
"He's always too much," said a voice outside the tent.
A Charizard then walked into the tent. It was a shiny one. His black scales gave off a nice "shine" in the sunlight. He had dark brown eyes and was at a height of 6'. His red and black wings fluttered while his long tail moved left and right, with the tip of tail twitching with flame on it every now and then.
"Alright people," he said, "It's time to get busy. The race is gonna start in the next twenty minutes. Let's head over to the starting line." The Charizard then turned around and headed back outside the tent.
"That's old Volcan for ya," said Vulca, "Always straight to business."
"He's exactly what a racer should be," said Flare, "Unlike those-"
"Give it a rest, Flare!" interrupted Vulca as she walked outside.
"Humph," responded Flare as he followed the Ninetales.
The stands were packed with a sold out audience located at the finish line. Pokémon of all kinds and types were seen there. Some were holding banners with their favorite team's name on it. There was a large titatron screen located next to the large booth that DJ McSoul was in. DJ McSoul was a green Kecleon at a height of 3'. He had large headphones around his neck and a microphone in his right paw. The finish line was located vertically in front of the booth.
"Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for is here. The race is about to start and the racers have finally reached the starting line."
An image of the four teams heading towards the starting line was viewed on the titatron. All four teams were wearing jersey jackets showing their team name, and their individual numbers and names. Their jerseys were also colored differently for each team.
"Coming in first are the reigning champions, TEAM THUUUNNNNDEEEERRRR!"
The image on the screen zoomed in on a team dressed in blue and yellow colored jerseys. The team consisted of a female Raichu, a male Ampharos, and a male Dragonite. The Raichu was strutting in front of the group while the two males followed close behind. The Raichu had light green eyes and dark orange fur. A look of determination completely filled her face. The Ampharos had turquoise eyes and was of average height. The gems on his head and tail were blue instead of red. He had a blank, emotionless look on his face. The Dragonite was 7'8" with dark red eyes. It had a heavy muscle tone. It walked with pride and a cheery expression on its face as the two tentacles atop his head drooped behind him.
"The one in front of the group is the leader. She's wearing the #9 jersey and is one of the toughest Raichus you'll ever see. BOOOOOLTMMAAAAAAAAA! ...Behind her is an Ampharos and a Dragonite. The Ampharos wearing the #73 jersey is the silent, but swift, LIIIIIMMMMMIITEEEERRRRR! Last and definitely not least of the championship team is a Dragonite. He is wearing the #69 jersey. He's one jolliest guy around, but if you push his buttons he'll lay the smack down on ya, CYLLLLIIINNNNDEEEERRRR!"
The crowd goes ballistic upon hearing the names of the current champions.
"Coming up behind the champions are the blazing fire starters. TEAM PYYYYROOOOONNNN!
The camera then went behind Team Thunder, displaying three Pokémon wearing black and red colored jerseys.
"Coming in front is the ever so modest leader of the group. He's the Flareon wearing the #18 jersey. The definite lady's man of the group, FLLLLAAAAAARRRREEE! Coming up behind him is his best friend. He's the shiny Charizard wearing the #49 jersey, VOOOLLLLCAAAANNNN! The last member of the group is a Ninetales. She is wearing the #38 jersey. She is the sultry, fem fatale, VUUUULLLLCAAAAA!"
The crowd cheers wildly and a few howls and cat calls were heard when Vulca's name was announced.
"After them are the new guys who have taken this league by a storm. IT'S TEAM CHLOOOOOOROOOOOPHYYYYLLLLLLLL!"
The camera scrolled back to show three Pokémon walking side by side wearing green and yellow colored jerseys.
"The Tropius on the left is the leader of the group. He's wearing the #1 jersey. He's the nonchalant, GRAAASSSSSSLICEEEEERRRRRR! In the middle is a Bayleef. She's wearing the #153 jersey. Her attitude is as beautiful as her face is, BAAAAAYYYYYLEEEEEEENNNN! The Pokémon on the right is Breloom. He is wearing the #35 jersey. He's the rough and tough brawler, POOOOOO-LOOOOONNNNN!"
The crowd went ecstatic upon hearing Team Chlorophyll's name and members.
"And the last team coming behind Team Chlorophyll. They're the slickest team around, TEAM WIIIIPPPEEOOOOUUUUTTTTT!"
The camera zoomed behind Team Chlorophyll to show the last group of three Pokémon. They were wearing white and sky blue colored jerseys. The team consisted of a female Vaporeon, a female Azumarill, and a male Salamence. The two females were walking side by side in front of the Salamence. The Vaporeon had light blue eyes and was of average height. Her tail was abnormally long, being almost twice the length of her actual body. She had a light blue band accessory on her left hind leg. She was the only one in the group with any of these on. The Azumarill was standing at average height. Her eyes were a weird pink color. She had dark blue skin as well. Both girls had joyful expressions on their faces. The Salamence had orange eyes and was of normal height. The Salamence had a bulky body. It flailed its large wings in an intimidating manner as it walked. It had a threatening expression on its face.
"The Vaporeon on this team is a major flirt. She's wearing the #134 jersey. She is the lovely, HYYYYYYYYDDRRRRAAAA! The Azumarill on this is quite playful. She's wearing the #44 jersey. The round and bouncy, RRIIIIVVVVVAAAAA! And the last member of the team coming behind the girls is the leader of the team. This Salamence has become a crowd favorite to males and females alike. He's wearing the #7 jersey. He's the infamous, BIIIIIIIIGGGGG BBBBRRRRRAAAACCCCCEEEEEE!"
The stands thundered with cheers when the members of Team Wipeout were announced. After a few seconds, all four teams were on the starting line, staring off one another,
"Okay, it's time to explain the rules!" announced DJ McSoul, "The mountain runners start off the race holding their team's respective flag. Team Thunder's flag is light yellow, Pyron's flag is red, Chlorophyll's flag is light green, and Team Wipeout's flag is turquoise. The mountain climbers will climb Mt. Terrance, located 20 yards from the starting line. The flyers will be located on top of the mountain. The mountain climbers will pass their relay flags to the flyers on their team and the flyers will fly off of Mt. Terrance. The flyers will then fly over Lake Veral. At the end of Lake Veral, there will be a large grassland where the foot runners will be located. The flyers will land here and pass their relay flags to their foot runners. The finish line will be located at the end of this field. In other words, the field to the left of this booth will be the field to decide it all. At this moment the flyers will head off to the top of the mountain and the foot runners will be transported to the field by our carrier Drifblim."
After a few minutes, all the racers were then located at their positions.
"Now it's time for the race to start," DJ McSoul spoke up, "On your mark.......get set............GOOOOOO!"Chapter End Notes:...Yes... hell is getting a cold breeze. Just wait... there might be more