Snippet #1628028

The kid smirked as his Grimer slid into action. "You're done for!"

The trainer sent out level 7 Grimer!

"Grimer, hit that little twerp with a Pound!" The sludge Pokémon, only marginally faster than Aron, was able to get to hit Doug by slamming its body against him. However, with Aron's stellar defense and x4 resistance to normal type attacks, the attack wasn't even enough to make Aron flinch. "Wha... huh?!" the boy stuttered. "What the hell was that?!"

Mike smirked at his opponent's confused. "Doug," he ppoints at his pokemon, "Is and Aron. And Arons are not only steel type but, rock as well. Which makes your Grimer's pound nothing more then a tap on his shoulder to him."

At the same time, Doug slid back a few feet, getting in position. "Now, use tackle!" his trainer yelled out. The Aron then charged with all its might, hitting the Grimer, square in the chest.

"Grriiiime!" the Pokémon huffed as the Tackle hit it head on. Its eyes bugged out as the pile of goop slid backwards from the force.

"Hey, don't take that!" the now even angrier trainer called out. "Use Poison Gas!"

A foul gas was emitted from the Grimer's body and enveloped Doug, who ignored it completely, immune to any poison type attack.

Mike chuckled at the failed attack. "Weren't you just listening? Doug is a steel type! And as most know, poison attacks doesn't affect the steel type! Now finish this with another Tackle!"

Doug nodded before charging a second time, hitting the Grimer, in about the same place.

"I... well..." The others were beginning to laugh at the boy, who was proving himself to be all talk. "I'll show you!! Grimer, when he hits you again, keep him there with Sticky Hold!"

"Grime!" the Pokémon called out. As Aron's next Tackle slammed into Grimer, the slime puddle held on tightly, trapping Doug in his sticky goo. Though unaffected by the powerful poisons of Grimer's body, the little steel Pokémon was indeed stuck.

"Now Grimer, use Harden! Crush him!" The Pokémon stiffened its body, trapping Aron more tightly, but still unable to hurt its strong body.

Mike watched as his pokemon was trapped and how he wished Doug knew Headbutt, right about now. But he then got an idea. "Doug, pull him back as far as you can!"

Having no idea what his trainer was thinking, the Aron started walking backwards but, it was difficult do to the Grimer's slime.

Mike gritted his teeth a bit, hoping that he'd get the chance, they needed.

"Don't let that little punk escape Grimer!"

The Pokémon strained and struggled against each other, but ultimately it was a losing battle for Grimer, as Aron got its way and began to pull away from the creature's body. All stretched out, Grimer held onto Doug with all its might. Unable to free itself completely, Doug continued to walk backwards. The slime stuck to its body, but it was steadily making its way away.

Mike smirked as his plan was working. "Doug, use harden and lift your feet!"

The Aron looked back at its trainer, completely confused but when doug saw the determination in MIke's eyes, he did as he was asked. He harden himself then let go, making the now harden Aron, into a missle that was launched, hitting the Grimer in the face and letting Doug fly up, then land about ten feet away, undamaged, thanks to harden's effect.

The Grimer took the steel missile right to the face, knocking it out for good.

Mike defeated the trainer!

Doug gained EXP!

Doug grew to level 6!

"Grimer is unable to battle! Aron is the victor!" the referee called out.

Having been thoroughly embarrassed for his lack of knowledge about Pokémon and by having his own Pokémon catapult its enemy into its face, the kid shoved the 200 Pokédollars of prize money at Mike and ran off, everyone laughing at him.

Mike couldn't help feel a little sad for the kid but it was to late to apologize for making fun of him. He then ran over to Doug, who it turn was running over to him. The Aron stopped a feet few away and fell to his knees, tried. His trainer chuckled a bit as he went to picked up the pokemon but, stopped because of the foul odor. "Man,you smell pretty bad..." Doug grunted his displeasure and glared at Mike, probably blaming him for that fact. He sighed a bit as he pulled out his pokeball. "I know you hate it in there but you can barely stand up, your so tried and I'm not sure I'll be able to carry you back, smelling like that." The Aron rolled his eyes as the red light shot out of the pokeball, forcing him inside.

Mike minimized the ball as he left the arena. And suddenly there was a crowd cheering for him as he stepped out, clearly telling him that it was an impressive battle. He nervously smiled and waved at the people but, to be honest, the attection felt good. And to have such a positive response for his first battle, it felt amazing.

The crowd disappeared as soon as it arived and Mike decided he probably should head to the pokemon center to give Doug a nice rest. So he exited the battle club but, didn't see Sean or Amy on his way out and he hoped that at least one of them had seen the battle.

As soon as Mike arrived at the center, he gave his pokemon to Nurse Joy, who took it but she seemed to be thing about something else. So, he left her alone and sat down in the lobby, waiting for Doug to recover.