Beta Fritz Westmyn scenes

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Intro Scene
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A circle of cheering young men and women stood in a schoolyard. Between them were two of the creatures known as Pokemon and two of the creatures known as homo sapiens, human beings. One of the men stood almost boredly. His slightly-unkempt dark brown hair flowed down to his shoulders, (TO WRITE). His Pokemon was a armored quadrapede, blue eyes as cold as the steel it was made of  The upper half of its body was a brilliant silver lined with a series of holes and spikes, and the lower half was a dark, nearly black shade of grey. Rings matching its top were wrapped above its ankles. This creature known as a Lairon was walking in a circle with its foe, never turning gaze or body from it, not out of any form of fear, but of focus.

The other trainer (MINOR DESCRIPTION) stood with agitation, almost desperation. His warrior had not been doing so well. Most all of the efforts of the hulking, human-like monster thus far had been for naught. Its pyjama blue body was ripped to the point of the veins within being exposed to the world around, and its head had fins of sorts lining it. Ordinarily, members of this species are seen wearing a belt around their waist, but this brute known as a Machoke had tossed its aside in order to try to cause more damage.

Oh, and did I mention one of the people in the middle is me? I'm the guy with the Lairon. To tell you the truth, I've been pulling my punches and just playing defensively. Overconfidence? Not really. Pity? Yeah, that sounds about right.

[i](The main point why I thought this part up is to give the reader a visual of Fritz - without it or a substitute, he'd probably have to be looking in a mirror to give them for any reasonable...reason. >_> Now, this part may or may not be included. It's certainly a way to make things longer than just the battle being throwaway, should I go with this.)[/i]

[spoiler]"Enough of this!" my opponent yelled, pointing at Lairon as he did so. "Karate Chop!"

The Machoke rushed in close and unleashed a blinding flurry of strikes. Lairon stood fast, every limb of its body stiffened, not even feeling the effects of the failure of an attack. That's Iron Defense for you. In agitation, our foe increased speed, its hands looking as a blur for a few moments. Only a matter of time before it tires out...and there it goes! I was about to give the signal, but Lairon was already one step ahead. It headbutted the Machoke in the gut, sending it staggering back a few steps.

"Is that all you got?" I asked boredly. This now got a hostile reaction from the rest of the students, who began to exclusively cheer on their comrade. I guess it got old after the first four times this chain of events repeated itself, but what do I care what they think of me? "Because I think you got nothin' left, holmes."

"We'll just see about that. Bullet Punch, now!"

Some gasps escaped the crowd as the Machoke shot forth at incredible speed, landing a firm strike right between Lairon's eye before it could react. It followed this up with a couple of kicks, but made the mistake of laying off for just a second to go for a vicious haymaker. Instead of breaking apart the steel like they thought it would...not that it would've if it hit...its fist bounced harmlessly off a thin, invisible veil known as Protect. Though I will give him credit for not making the same mistake five times in a row, and telling his Pokemon to dodge the strike Lairon followed up with after he whiffed. Of course, then I knocked it for a loop (literally) when I gave the motion for Lairon to Mud Slap the Pokemon before taking it down to the ground. I was about to command an Iron Head next, when the Machoke got up and threw Lairon off of it in one motion.

"Let's finish this! Machoke, [b]SEISMIC TOSS![/b]" the boy ordered.

Finish this? "Finish this. Because your Pokemon has landed enough attacks to do that."

"Shut up!" Lairon, still in a roll, found itself in the powerful grasp of the...Megapower Pokemon, I think it is? Well, whatever it is, I do agree. It is time to finish this.
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"It's over!" my opponent yelled, pointing as he did so. "Seismic Toss!"

I gave a look to Lairon, who knew what I was thinking. "Wait for it." The Machoke hoisted up Lairon onto its broad shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Wait for it..." The muscle-bound Pokemon swapped its position to hold my armored and heavy one high above its head. "[b]NOW![/b]" Fell right into my trap! The Machoke's intent was to toss Lairon as if it were a fluffy pillow, but Lairon jumped right out of its palms before it could do so. The [i]idiota[/i] stumbled and nearly tasted the dirt as it went through the motions anyway, arms flailing wildly in a vain attempt to keep balance that was doomed anyway. For Lairon came crashing down on its upper back a split-second later, sandwiching its victim between earth and self.

"Machoke!" cried the boy, and began to open his mouth to give another command. But it was too late.

"Lairon, [b]IRON TAIL![/b]"

Lairon quickly moved into position in front of its enemy. The Machoke began to rise to defend itself, but nothing could protect it against getting its head smashed hard enough to cause it to bounce off the pavement a little. Booya!


[i](There will probably be a transition of a scene here involving a teacher seeing the commotion. Setup for later as well.)[/i]


Hi, I'm Frisco Carlos "Fritz" Westmyn, but I usually just go by Westmyn here. I'm 19 years old, and I come from...NORTH AMERICA. That's right.

As you all know, or at least, I hope you know, there's been segregations between other countries and this one, Japan. In particular due to a certain incident involving none other than your beloved Professor Samuel Oak. Look, it's a known fact that his "National Pokedex" is nothing more than an inconvenient pile of shit. Pardon my Fren-you know what? Screw the pardons, it fucking sucks, and that's the only way to put it. Everyone who isn't braindead - i.e. all of Japan - knows that it makes no sense for say, Elekid, Electabuzz, and Electivire to be far apart in the Pokedex. The standard for other countries, the POSSUM (Pokemon Order Shifting System, Updated Monthly), puts all of them together. National. Ha, too much so. A common joke is that it represents "The Micronation of Oak's Brain", and this resulted in all Pokemon from other countries being banned from Japan. You gotta wonder what's going through his mind. Oh, and there were other disagreements too, I guess. What am I, a political scientist?

It's for that reason that I, a highly experienced trainer, had to discard most of my Pokemon when I chose to come to this country. Everything from my first Pokemon to my mighty Hydreigon. Only thing that I did get to take over was Lairon, and that's because it was a gift on my sixteenth birthday. Came in real handy, because most people aren't used to fighting Pokemon from the Japanese regions. Had that element of surprise to it, and still does due to how I trained it! But anyway, enough about this place. Let me tell you a little more about myself.


[Yes, a few spoilers for some of the Pokemon Fritz has!! Although the reasons for the rift between nations were heavily reworked - the Oak thing in particular. It's basically completely difference reasons, now. A bit of a dialogue in this scene was reused in 1-4. You can also see that Fritz' "I'm not a <INSERT PROFESSION HERE>" was planned for quite some time]

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A Devious Ploy
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Mierda! Need to act fast if I want to catch what is rightfully mine! Or...do something to make me get there first. Let's see, I can't just convince them to go away, so maybe I can...oh! Heh heh, I've got a devious little plot. And I know just what to do! I'm going to send out Tangela, have it grapple the building the cafeteria is housed in, and zoom over there before anyone can get to it. I'll sabotage the food and give people a tiny bit of food poisoning. That'll slow'em down for sure!

...okay. That was a little more devious than I would've liked, but I can't think of anything better right now, so over we go.

So I went ahead and did just that, and what luck. The window's slightly ajar! Here we are. Kitchen of the school. Just me and the food. And wow, luck's on my side today - there's my target right in front of me! All I have to do now is have Tangela sprinkle a couple of spores of Poisonpowder over the food. Not much, just enough to give them a bit of a stomach ache and wait a minute.

What the hell is that smell?

I know it...yes! The smell of an unsanitary kitchen. Or food that hasn't been properly prepared. Or both. Looks like the lunchlady did my job for me! Haha, today is my day, bitches! ...you know, besides getting blasted multiple times by some crazed sea serpent that may or may not be a dragon.


[The Lake Pokemon was originally caught in KPU. It would've been caught in the redo as well. This whole bit was dropped for something far more reasonable, but I readded in the spoiled food thing during 1-2 as a conversation point. And it made for a convenient excuse in 1-3 for why Fritz might not have been able to go to the washroom (since they'd be all tied up with sick people).]


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Fritz vs. A Teacher
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Using only physical attacks? Speed only? Outmuscling a defense? Not letting speed get the better of you? Great. Just great. There's no mirror so I can't confirm this, but it looks like the last of my excitement has drained from my face. What do they think we are, kindergarteners? Maybe pretty princesses? This shit's basic!

"One and two can be condensed, si. Attack fast giving no chance to get a hit in." I spoke quickly and confidently, not factoring in exhaustion or those who work at a slow pace.  "Two and four are also the same, fight speed with speed, but four has its own solutions that're obvious. Three is just stupid." Then again, given what I've seen so far, "but ah, I guess here it could work. Still straightforward stuff, though." After this display, I moved swiftly to commandeer a seat at the very back of the class, promptly collapsing on top of it. I'm just resting my eyes...only for a minute...



"Why don't [i]you[/i] take me on?" I challenged.



"Ah, come on!" I goaded. "It'll be a way for you to show your strategies, si?"



I stepped up to the front of the class without being asked. The teacher simply sighed. "A Pokemon's speed can be a very useful tool in battle," she began. I tuned out after that. I know this stuff. I only snapped back to attention when I saw a beam of red light emerge. "To demonstrate, we'll pit my Skarmory against his Tangela."

My Pokemon stood in the ready position. I gave it a signal, and it...ah, it's all just a head, so I guess it's not technically a nod. "A slow Pokemon is a good candidate for a quick one to go up against. Skarmory, use Aerial Ace please. Westmyn, have your Tangela attempt to avoid."

Oh, I'll do better than that, senor. Just as this "Skarmory" broke out into an incredibly fast nosedive, Tangela's vines lashed out and grappled its body. It ran forth and reeled in simultaneously, swinging a few feet underneath the metal bird to land on the opposite side of the room. The Skarmory stopped, although I dunno if it was due to my lack of cooperation, or out of shock of what just happened.

"Like that?" I asked in an eager tone, prompting some giggles from the onlookers. The unphased teacher simply ordered her Pokemon to do it again.

Again, the scene repeated itself, but this time, Skarmory whipped around after the initial miss and made a surface-to-air rush at Tangela. "Up! Now!" I commanded while flicking my wrist, an order received with Tangela pushing itself halfway to the ceiling with its vines. Skarm was trying to adjust its position to tackle it mid-change, and when it only found vines to fly between, immediately went into a somersault to assault Tangela from the flank. But I was ready.

"Tangela, [b]SLEEP POWDER![/b]"

Tangela instantly whirled around, sending a massive plume of green dust into the face of its adversary. The effects were immediate - Skarmory dropped like a rock to the floor.

"And that's how you use speed, eses." I said, shooting a shit-eating grin the teacher's way. "And there you got a way not to let speed get the better of you besides speed of your own: slow it down with a status move."

A small golf clap broke out amongst my peers, but the teacher was not impressed. "If you're not going to cooperate Mr. Westmyn, you can sit back down. The next subject we'll be covering is how to use physical attacks, as opposed to projectiles."

El sigh. "All right, I guess I can do that." I relented, sending out Lairon. Though this school stunk, I had no plans to burn it down for the time being, so making a mockery with Houndour and its flames is out of the question. This demonstration was boring. I just had Lairon run around, and keep up its Iron Defense as she had her fat sumo pansy in a skirt show off its ability to corner Lairon.

"And now, we'll show how to break a defense. Vital Throw, please."


A scene reminesenct of the proceedings with that Machoke unfolded. As the fatass attempted to pick up and throw my Pokemon, it attempted to wriggle free. Didn't take, but Lairon landed clean on its feet, and the roles were reversed as Lairon made a run that the sumo blocked. It quickly picked up Lairon again. It looked like it was about to throw it harder, but much like the Machoke, it was able to leap out of its grasp and crash down into it. Hey, defense isn't just all about withstanding attacks.



[The first scene is almost from KPU verbatim. There he was instead woken up by a kid who hated him for disrespecting the teacher. Though I didn't write it, in this scene, he'd be woken up by the teacher fomral]

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Expulsion Scene
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"We regretfully have to expel you from the university."

"For what?"

I clearly had caught her off-guard. After a moment of gathering her bearings, she retrieved a slip of paper from her pocket and began to read from it. "One case of battling on school grounds out of the designated location. Two cases of tardiness. Multiple cases of misbehavior. One case of property damage."

"But I didn't destroy any property."

My words were ignored. "One case of breaking and entering, one case of tampering with food-"

"Now that I can explain. See, I was GOING to, but it was already-"

"Silence! You are hearby expelled from this university!"


[Mothing special. It won't have any counterpart.]