Oddessa Oddities

“Welcome child, to my realm.” Molly greeted the trainer who had just walked through the gym doors. “My name is Molly Oddessa, and I'll be your official ass-beater for today.” she bowed to the confused looking boy.
“Isn't this the Alloy City Ingot Gym?” he asked, worried he might have stepped into the entirely wrong building. “I thought the Gym Leader's name was Brace...”
“That's all unimportant stuff, kid.”
“My name is Ellion...” the boy protested.
Molly dismissed his worries with a wave and leaned against the customary Pokeball Gym Statue. “What is important is which Pokemon am I sending to the hospital in a min-UT!”
A fist had come rocketing down upon Molly's unsuspecting head.
“Molly this is the fifth time this week! Cut it out!” A tall, steely-haired woman barked at the wincing gym trainer. “I'm so sorry, sir. This one here is a handful.” She bowed to the boy and shot a fiery glance at Molly who was already fleeing the scene back to her designated waiting room.
“Are the rest of your crew like that?” Ellion asked with a grimace.
“No no no, I swear! It's just her.” Brace insisted. “Anyways, I know that since we're kind of a recently established Gym it's not much in the way of looks. I really hope mine can become as cool as Byron's in Sinnoh one day.”
“Ellion took a long look around the bare bones gym and shrugged, “A gym is a gym, in my opinion. In any case, are there any rules before I get to battle you?”
“You'll simply be battling 3 other trainers before you earn the right to face me in battle,” Brace directed him towards the challenger’s side. A basic battling court was painted on the steel floors with the opposing trainers on opposite sides. As bare bones as it gets.
Brace cupped her hands to her mouth, “ALRIGHT TRAINERS, LINE UP.”
6 Pokemon trainers entered the main gym floor from a room in the back, the same direction Molly had fled in. The same Molly that was the first to dash out and stand directly in the middle of the battling court.
“Official Ingot Gym Trainer, Oddessa Molly reporting for battle!” she saluted, unable to contain her obvious excitement.
Ellion chuckled nervously, “I see what you meant by handful...” he looked over to Brace who was now closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Not you, Molly. I told you that you'd still be watching from the sidelines for now. You're too new and I trust the others a bit more.” she sighed and pointed out 3 gym trainers from the 5 lined up in the back. The others took their places on the bench near the court.
Molly huffed and slowly trudged to the sidelines. “It's already been a month, though” she muttered under her breath.
Brace sighed again and turned around to Ellion again, “So, trainer. Are you ready to undertake the Ingot Gym challenge?”
“Let's rock.”
“Let's steel!”
“That literally makes no sense.”
“...”

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“Better luck next time, Mr. Ellion!” Brace stood at the Gym entrance, waving to Ellion's slumped, departing back. “Next time maybe you'll steel a win!”
“Metal puns will never catch on and its depressing to see you try.” the gym trainer standing next to her frowned and walked away.
“Alissa if these don't catch on we're gonna be screwed in terms of originality,” Brace pouted. Alissa began running to escape. “At least tell me if you zinc of a better method!”
“So, boss,” Molly strolled up with arms laden with papers. “Head Honcho, Man of Steel, Iron Man”. She continued listing off names.
“I'm a woman.” Brace grumbled, looking over at the new potential headache Molly was bringing to her.
“And that's exactly why I need you to listen to these new ideas I came up with! A woman's mind knows no boundaries or somethin' like that.”
“Oh my God.” Brace began quickly walking to her office.
“No no wait, this time I have some real winners!” Molly gave chase. “Last time I know the fireworks and giant stage descending from the roof might have been a bit out of our budget but I actually think if we cut down on a few gym trainers we might be able to still afford the Jynx-themed cage dancers.”
“Jynx isn't even closely related to steel types.” Brace groaned, walking faster now.
Molly quickened her pace, “In that case I have an idea where, like, everyone is dressed up in armor and battling with Honedges and Aegislashes  and we can have an Edo Period style gym going on! We'd have to of course start choreographing some cool moves but I've seen a few movies and I think I can teach the others-”
Brace angrily shut the door to her office behind Molly who had jumped inside and began laying out her papers and plans on her desk.
“WE NEED TO TALK RIGHT NOW.” she yelled at the now crestfallen ball of hyper-activity. Brace pointed at a chair opposite of her desk and Molly made an effort to place her butt on the cushion immediately.
Brace walked around to her desk and gathered up the strewn about papers and promptly threw them in the trashcan next to her. “You're driving me nuts, kid!” She began. “Every day it's something new. One day you're harassing people outside-”
“I just wanted to get the Gym's name out there...”
Brace shot Molly a fierce glare and cut her off, “The next day you're telling your fellow, and not to mention more experienced gym-mates they aren't quite up to your personal standards.”
“I just wanted to instill some rivalry amongst the crew! For better battling, I swear.” Molly objected.
“I. DON'T. CARE. MOLLY.” Brace slammed her hands down on her desk. “I've been getting so many complains about you that it's a wonder I let you stay this long!”
“Am I being let go?” Molly's voice broke.
Brace inhaled deeply before exhaling, “Yes. Yes, Molly, I am. I really can't take this any longer. Just return the Gym's Pokemon and leave.”
Molly stood up from the chair, wordlessly un-clipped the 3 Pokeballs from her belt, and set them down on the desk before opening and closing the door behind her.
'Alright, Molly, we have to turn this Walk of Shame into a Mark of Fame!' she thought to herself, wiping her watery eyes and raising her head high.
“Yeah well I don't need this rank ass gym anyway!” she yelled out, causing the other gym trainers to look up from their training and stare in her direction. 'Showtime' she smirked.
“Ahhh~ well. I guess this gym can't recognize true talent even when it's been bludgeoning them over he heads for a solid month!” she walked right through the training area towards the door, shrugging. “That's okay, you'll all see what a mistake it was to let me walk right out of this place. Pretty soon I'll be on par with the Elite 4, you know?”
She reached the door and spun on her heel to face the confused/annoyed ex co-workers and Brace who emerged from her office to stare daggers at Molly.
“I'll just have to make my own gym now,” she looked across all the faces gawking at her and locked eyes with Brace. “Mine will make this gym look MetaGROSS” and with that she stepped backwards through the automatic door and let it close in front of her, sticking her tongue out at the steaming Gym Leader.

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Molly stood beside the gym door for a while, ashamed that she had just gotten fired from her recent dream position. Ashamed that she had just run her mouth and probably made a bunch of enemies. Confused as to why there was a short, orange haired girl gazing upon her as if she was a rare shiny Pokemon.
“Uhhh, can I help you?”
The girl gasped and fanned herself like she was meeting a celebrity. “Ohmygosh you're Molly, right?! Molly Oddessa?!!”
“That's what the gold trim on my bra says so probably.” Molly joked.
“You even wear incredibly fancy clothing, wow!” the girl gushed, “Of course you would though. I mean, you're... you!”
“Can we get to the part where we stop wasting my precious time and explain where this is all coming from?”
“You don't remember me?” the girl's face fell. “I came into the Ingot Gym a few times and you were always there, being perfect and such. I remember the first time we ever met, you descended from the sky to the ground and said I was lucky to be graced by your angelic presence. Since then I've always been on the lookout for you and your greatness.”
“Ahhh... yeah. I kinda remember that.” Molly indeed did recall a time when she had thin cables hooked to the ceiling that she would then jump down with to greet the challengers below. Brace wasn't too excited about that idea.
“What are you doing outside the Gym though? Shouldn't you be training?” the fangirl asked.
“No, I just got f-fffffffffed up! Yeah, I got fed up with the lot of 'em.” Molly lied.
“Oh no, what happened?”
“I had some creative differences with the boss is all. Decided to call it quits and forge my own path in this old, dusty town.” Molly pretended to inspect and clean her nails. “Gonna make a place way better then this craphole!”
The fangirl gasped in delight, “Can I join your new Gym?”
Up until now, Molly had been talking out of her ass this whole time. But who was she to tell this girl that she shouldn't continue to fawn over her and boost her currently shattered ego?
“Sure thing, kid. You'll be my right-hand man, uh, woman.” Molly patted her on the back and smiled.
The girl fell on her knees,  “Oh my dear lord in Hall of Origins, this is the greatest day of my life. Let it be known that on this very day, Hailey Harley has started her climb to awesomeness!” She pumped her fist in the air.