Doctor Doom spread his arms out wide. The glory of Doom was currently making an appearance, and the deliverer of such a divine message was named Slowbro.
“Little girl, you have severely overestimated your place. Doom never comes unprepared. You look at Slowbro and you scoff. Just as I knew you would. I have done extensive research and found out that the latent psychic prowess of a Slowbro is surpassed by very few Pokemon. However weak trainers, like yourself, long ago gave up on harnessing that power because it had proven too difficult for you to master. No task is too hard for the great Victor Von Doom! Now you see the repayment for my time, Slowbro has unlocked his potential!” Doom reared back his head and let out a mad cackle. He didn’t think it was necessary to mention the modifications he had made to the Slowbro. This wasn’t show and tell after all.
“Um, is that all?” Misty asked.
Doom stopped his cackle short and clenched his fist. “What was that, wench?”
Misty laughed softly, the noise echoing in the gym. “Do you really believe a psychic is enough to hold back an enraged Blastoise? Look at your Slowbro, Dr. Doom, and notice the strain it is under.
Doom did not need to look. Doom already knew that the Slowbro couldn’t hold the Blastoise for much longer. That Pokemon had incredible strength when it was in its enraged state. Doom was impressed that Misty could tell that his Slowbro was under some amount of strain. Maybe she had some talent after all.
It was too bad it would not avail her here.
“Doom knows all, little girl. What you need to be concerned about is the fate of your Blastoise.” Doom turned to his Slowbro. “Crush it.”
Slowbro turned to its master with what could only be described as a frown. “Bro?” it questioned.
Doom raised an eyebrow. His Pokemon was questioning if that was wise; It would use up almost all of its remaining power to perform such a high level technique coupled with all of the energy already expended it was worried it would be of no use to Doom afterwards. Doom would have thought the Slowbro amusing for its devotion to him if the fool had not questioned his wisdom.
“Bro!” Doom shouted in the ancient language of the Slowbro, admonishing the Slowbro harshly for his lack of respect.
“Bro!” Slowbro apologized quickly before turning all of his attention, as well as all of his power, towards the immobilized Blastoise.
Blastoise began to vibrant violently. That was the first sign that there was a problem.
Blastoise’s eyes popping out and blood going, well, everywhere was probably the second. But honestly there was so much blood at that point it is hard to discern which order the signs came in from that point on.
The last sign though was obvious. Blastoise exploded from the outside in, sending all of his blood and guts flying across the gym.
Doom nodded his head in satisfaction. Doom wanted Blastoise crushed, and so Blastoise had been crushed. That was excellent. Doom turned to compliment the Slowbro only to find out that the Pokemon had been knocked out from exhaustion. Doom shrugged. He had been pre-warned that it would happen and honestly even he couldn’t be mad at Slowbro right now. It had actually pleased Doom, and that was a rare event indeed.
Misty, on the other hand, just stood completely still. She was covered head to toe in Blastoise guts as a large amount had mysteriously managed to make it her way. Then she screamed.
Doom once again turned to Slowbro and clapped three times. Doom was very pleased.