Doctor Doom surveyed the deck and was satisfied to see the seriousness of the situation was beginning to worm its way into their little minds. Their hope would soon be gone, and after that their lives. Perhaps when he was done conquering this world he would build a castle made partly of bones from the people here. On the other hand perhaps that was a bad idea; after all it was a well-known fact that human bone did not hold up well as a building material. Well known to Doctor Doom, at any rate; after three castles couldn’t be held together Doom had recycled the bone in other, more profitable ways.
It wasn't Doom's fault if people couldn't tell the difference between narcotics and bone dust, and the treasury of Latveria didn't fill itself. Doom made a mental note to have an auto-filling treasury here in Kanto when he had crushed everyone who opposed him.
One person did not seem content to just lose one Pokémon today, however. “You freak! You cannot even properly have a Pokémon battle! I don't care! I didn’t like Blaziken that much anyway! However this is where I make my retreat. Go, Abra!” The man whipped out a Pokeball and out came the small Psychic Pokémon.
Doom snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “Doom is kind, so Doom will say this: Do not try to escape. You will not like the results.”
The man wore a manic grin on his face as he spoke again. “You are a liar. When I come back for you, the results will be far different. Abra, Teleport!” The Pokémon and its master disappeared from sight only to reappear a moment later screaming in agony as they came into contact with the barrier. The screams persisted for only a moment longer before a large demonic hand appeared out of the barrier and pulled both of them out of sight.
“Doom doesn’t often use barriers, but when Doom does he uses them as a conduit to a hell dimension,” Doom proclaimed proudly. Silence greeted Doom’s comment. Doom thought people should have more appreciation for the subtle art of dimensional manipulation. A pity they did not. “Now you know the price of non-participation. A fate worse than death awaits those who are too cowardly to face death bravely. However Doom is not without mercy. Those who agree to face Doom in glorious combat by Pokemon have a chance to leave here with their lives. It is simple: Defeat the great Doctor Victor Von Doom and you will be allowed to leave. As you have already seen Doom is capable of great feats of magic and skill, and Doom could crush you in a moment’s notice should Doom choose to do so. So have hope, if there is one among you who can defeat me you will all be spared. You have my solemn word.” Doom spread his arms out wide. “So who shall be the first to challenge Doom?”
“Me,” a man in sunglasses said.
There was an audible gasp from a few people who recognized the man.
Dom paid them no mind. “Very well. Doom sees you only have one Pokeball. This will be a one on one battle. I see no need for preamble! Go, Doom!” The mighty Gyarados unfurled itself from its Pokeball and let out a thunderous roar.
The man in sunglasses took them off and placed them in the front collar of his sleeveless shirt. He looked the Gyarados up and down and grinned in a feral fashion. “Now that’s one big Gyarados. You sure have raised an impressive specimen. Maybe it can prove to be a challenge to me. I doubt it though; it is at a perilous disadvantage against me.”
Doom clenched his fist. “You dare-“
The man’s demeanor shifted immediately at Doom’s reaction. “Shut up, maggot. You come into my city and threaten its people. Unacceptable. You are in need of lesson in respect, and Lt. Surge will be the one to give it to you! Go, Raichu!” The small electric Pokemon made its way out of the Pokemon and sparks flew from its cheek as it looked up at Gyarados.
Doom did not know who this man was, nor did he care. Doom was going to slaughter his Pokemon and then personally saw the man’s bones off of his body – while he was still alive.