Doctor Doom could only assume that the referee crossing his arms and running up to Misty meant that there would be a short recess in the action. That suited Doom just fine, for it allowed Doom to bask in his glory. Doom glanced down at his Slowbro and once again nodded his head in satisfaction. He would have to reward it once this battle was over. He had whipped up a special blend of steroids for Beedrill, but perhaps Slowbro would be a more worthy benefactor.
Doom returned Slowbro to his Pokeball and shifted his gaze back to Misty who was still shrieking as the referee tried to wipe the blood off of her with a towel which was proving inadequate to the task at hand. Apparently a Blastoise had a lot of blood on the inside.
Doom quickly realized, as he tended to do, that it was going to be several minutes before Misty was ready to perform her duties as Gym Leader. Doom was fairly confident he could ask for a disqualification for such a delay but decided to let the matter pass. Disqualifications were for those who did not have the full confidence in their victory, and Doom was nothing if not confident in his abilities; he had every reason to be.
Doom reached into his cloak and pulled out a small notebook. It was his to-do list. The book was more for show than anything else, but every now and again it was useful to have some of his better ideas written down just in case he came up with an idea so magnificent and grand in scope that lesser ideas, in comparison of course for nothing Doom did was truly worthy of being called 'lesser', would vanish entirely from his mind in the backlash of such an onslaught of glory and triumph. Also Doom had trouble sleeping on occasion.
Doom flipped the book open and scanned its contents. Humiliate Reed Richards was the first and only item on the first page. Next to the objective was approximately ninety check marks signifying how many times he had accomplished that task. Doom flipped through the first several pages knowing that there were only check marks on those pages as well. He really did enjoy the first item on his to do list and his diligence in pursuing Richards’ complete humiliation was suitable proof of that.
Finally Doom reached the page of objectives that related to the Pokemon world. There was, of course, the complete domination of the Pokemon world that was still in progress. He had added defeating Lance as a sub-objective earlier in the day to further that goal. He skimmed until a particular line caught his eye.
Eradicate the Zubat population.
Doom remembered the annoying creatures who dared to attempt to defy the great Doom by swarming him. They had failed, naturally, but their insolence would prove to be their undoing as Doom had mixed together a virulent poison that would spread throughout their population before Doom activated the execution order ensuring complete genocide of the species.
Doom did some quick math in his head and came to the conclusion that enough time had passed for the toxin to spread. Doom silently punched a few buttons on his gauntlet and the task was done.
Doom spared a glance towards Misty who was no longer covered in blood. She thanked the referee for his help and turned a heated gaze at Doom. “I don’t think I like you anymore,” she said.
“Doom does not care for you or for talk. If you can talk you must be ready to send out your next Pokemon.”
Misty snarled. “You will pay for what you did to my Blastoise!”
Doom said nothing and merely crossed his arms.
Talk is cheap, little girl…