A man, presumably your soon to be rival enters the building, and the timing couldn't be better as you were craving a to see how your cute little sex machine fared in battle. You decide to wait outside and he takes his time pleasing his choice whatever it may be. He leaves with a satisfied grin and only half redressed. You say, not your real name, but one that you decide to be called. "The name's Jack. These pokemon are something else, eh?"
He pants and says, "John... suppose its tradition that we battle and all... lets do this"
You toss out your pokemon, "Go eevee." she comes out of the pokeball seemingly ready to battle, as though she could sense it.
"Fuck, they were giving out eevees? Shit shoulda got here sooner." He smiles and pulls out his new pokeball. "I think I picked a winner though"
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