An Interruption

Everyone stares, above the battlefield, at a height to match the balcony layers of the stadium. The cameras pan up to catch the rare sighting. Something that most people have never seen. But you aren’t most people. You’ve already seen this very sight twice before. And for the third time in your life, you’re staring at the mythical pokemon Mew.

The floating pink furball spots you and effortlessly swims through the air in your direction. “Mew,” she purrs, rubbing against your cheek. She looks down towards your bag, and the berries within.

You laugh pulling out a berry for the legendary pokemon. “Did you come all this way just for this?” She purrs biting into the oran berry between her paws.

“What the fuck is going on!” Ashley shouts from her side. Mew looks over at her and swims across the battlefield. Mew flies around her head, forming a ring with body and lengthy tail. Ashley swats at the mythical pokemon.

Mew twirls through the air in a flurry of whimsy. “Mew.” Ashley’s face twists in anger. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pokeball. She throws the ball at Mew. And just as she did when you tried the same thing on the pier in Vermilion, Mew dodges the ball, forming a ring by grabbing her tail, the ball soaring through the air to the ground.

Mew flies over and grabs the ball, swimming back to return it to Ashley. The raven haired girl looks on the verge of exploding. She begrudgingly takes the ball from your small pink friend. She wastes no time throwing the ball at Mew once again. Mew giggles as she dodges the ball once again. “AAAAAHHH!” Ashley screams.

Mew does a few flips in the air. Before flying down to Wartortle’s side. The two pokemon talk for a second. Then Mew’s tail curls up over her head and the bulbous end of the tail glows. The glowing trails over her fur like rain trailing down a window. The collected glowing liquid pools at the tip before dropping onto Wartortle’s head. Your partner pokemon straightens up looking rejuvenated.

“MAWILE CRUNCH!” Ashley’s raspy yell breaks the near silence.

Shit. “Wartortle dodge!” He listens, and jumps back towards you. But you were wrong, Ashley wasn’t trying to finish the battle. Mawile’s oversized mouth latches onto Mew’s tail.

She squeals in shock, “Meeeww.” A small black cloud forms above them, and thunder roars through the stadium, a flash of light blinds you. Your ears are ringing from the blast. Mew is flying away from where Mawile stands, having just been hit by Mew’s thunder.

Mew grabs the ball Ashley had thrown earlier. She hands it to you. An odd looking ball, purple with an ‘M’ above the button and two pink bumps along the top. You’ve never seen one like this. Mew quirks her head, and tugs lightly at the strap of your bag. You chuckle and pull out a sitrus berry in exchange, dropping the mystery ball into your bag.

And with berry in hand, Mew swims back out the top of the stadium. “Well, that was certainly unexpected,” Lance finally speaks when Mew is just a small pink dot on the blue backdrop of the sky. “Well, anyway where were we? The last pokemon from each of our competitors. Amber’s Wartortle vs Ashley’s Mawile!”

“You can’t be serious!” Ashley growls. She marches towards Lance at the stage. “This is clearly some form of match tampering. She’s cheating!” That’s rich coming from her. You make your way to the stage, wanting to argue your own case.

Lance finds his mic and flips a switch on it. A popping noise goes out over the sound system. “The League rules classify wild pokemon as a **** of nature. So unless you are claiming that Amber or some other trainer owns the mythical Mew, I don’t see how this could be cheating. But if you’d like to file a formal complaint, I would gladly look into the integrity of the ENTIRE tournament.” Does Lance know about the cheating? Why wouldn’t he step in if he knew?

Ashley clenches her jaw, glaring at the Champion in murderous rage. “No, that won’t be needed.”

Lance smiles, “Good. Now Amber, I assume you have no complaints about the battle continuing as is? Cause while the League has no problem with a natural interruption, the two of you as competitors could mutually call it a draw.”

“No!” you and Ashley say in unison. She glares at you. “I mean, no I don’t want a draw. I’m fine continuing,” you clarify.

“Glad to hear it. Now if the two of you would return to your spots and wait for my mark to resume.” You and Ashley both turn to leave Lance. The sound system pops again as Lance turns his mic back on. “Sorry folks, after a few concerns over battle integrity it has been decided that the battle will resume as intended.”

You pass where Wartortle stands, and give him a reassuring hug. “You’ve got this buddy.” He coos in agreement, a battle ready expression crossing his face.

Once back in your spot you turn to see Ashley in hers as well. She’s messing with her bag, when Lance calls out, “And without further ado, let the battle resume!”