Pokemon: Jordinio Version

I was in a bit of a daze after I left Brock's gym. Not from winning or anything like that. But honestly, more because of the sheer amount of money I earned. 13,600 smackaroonies. Bringing my total up to fourteen thousand, seven hundred pokedollars. The fact that I defeated Brock without taking a hit, beginning with a beginner stage pokemon weak to rock types meant the bonus added on to my winnings was quite amazing.

Now I have a pretty damn good nest egg. I could probably live comfortably for a little while, prey on some trainers with my pokemon while they passed through and let the interest of my money increase through my bank account.

According to my account, my bank gives a three percent interest rate. Per month. Meaning I'd be raking in an extra four hundred or so pokedollars a month alone doing absolutely jack shit. And considering Pokemon Trainers got free room and board alongside meals at Pokemon Centres...

Well, suffice to say I'm pretty sure I'd spend less than I gained unless I wanted to really splurge on interesting shit.

The problem is. While this kind of thing was my original goal to get myself set up comfortably. I feel hungry for more. The rush from battling with my pokemon, the excitement as we trained as I eagerly waited to see how we grew after each session under Chansey's tender healing hands, the sheer desire to see and capture more and more pokemon.

..I'm not going to be satisfied settling now that I have all the tools I need to stand atop this world. Money, fame, women. It's all fucking ripe for the taking.

I shook my head and ducked into an alley as a shortcut back to the Pokemon Centre. It was already getting dark out and I wanted to get back to my room before I really think on this anymore.

Just as I stepped into the alleyway though, the sound of someone sniggering loudly drew my attention.

I looked up to where I heard it and; "Are you fucking kidding me?" I couldn't help but blurt at what I saw.

A white bipedal canine looking thing, literally fucking drawing graffiti on the wall of the alleyway with its bushy paintbrush like tail. A fucking Smeargle of all things.

"Smear?" it stopped sniggering and turned around to look at me upon hearing my voice. Then its eyes narrowed at me and it growled and pointed its tail towards me.

I moved before I even realised what I was doing. Just in time for a very familiar lance of compressed water to shoot through the position I previously stood in.

"You little fucking bastard!" I snarled and its eyes widened before narrowing again. It crouched low at the same time my hand went to my belt. Then it exploded forward in a rapid burst of speed, white light glinting out from its rear. "Mega Punch!" I shouted, clicking the button on Poliwhirl's pokeball and releasing him.

Smeargle reached me all of a few moments later, just in time for a large orange glowing fist to smash into its face and send it flying backwards, flipping ass over tea kettle over twenty feet and crash into a gathering of garbage bins limp.

Poliwhirl seeing his sudden opponent down turned to me and flashed me a thumbs up, "Poli!"

I pat him on the head and walked past the water type, "Good job buddy." I said as I made my way over to the downed little graffiti artist and looked it over. It was completely out of it with one punch. I guess having the ability to learn nearly any attack just by seeing it doesn't mean much when you're weak as fuck.

I grinned nastily at the unconscious pokemon, "Oh I'll make sure to train that pansiness out of you." I promised, reaching into my pocket and grabbing a pokeball.

I laughed as I captured it and it got teleported away to the Viridian Pokemon Centre a few moments later. "It's like Arceus is telling me to continue." I said between laughs. I ignored the weird look Poliwhirl sent me.

There I was thinking on what to do, and a pokemon that can learn practically any move instantly after seeing it once falls into my lap. A pokemon I can then have teach moves it learns from others to my other pokemon.

..Man, today has just been a real good day. Money, fame and bitches. Here I come...bitchez!