[BATTLE FINALS] Gold v. Lily

[el]

Gold versus Lily!

[Lily]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=valign,top] PREDORMITUM

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #000000;] MUTIMЯOᗡƎЯ■

[atrb=style,border-right: 4px #000000 solid;]

wake up to your senses succumb in a spiral of chaos The finals. She's actually at the finals. Now she really hoped that her family is watching. Lily fiddled with the pokeballs in her hands. She had used Sweet, her Rapidash and Kiara, her Altaria. She knows who she is about to use next, of course. There is no doubt. "Minty, your turn." Her Dragonair came out of the pokeball, gliding elegantly on the somewhat destroyed battlefield. The field is wrecked by previous battles after all. The dragon stopped a way ahead of Lily, prepared for the battle. The woman huffed, feeling a bit too calm. Why? Is the nervousness inside her refusing to show, or is her mind unable to accept she's actually at the finals? Either way, Lily hoped she won't start getting nervous in the middle of the match or something. She wants to win this. notes: -- credits: Ambassador Tanz

[gold]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/4NE3h.jpg); border: 3px solid 2874BB; margin-left: 10px;] MUSIC Pretty Pretty Please by Pink WORDS 630 NOTES Hey Lati! This is my first time rping with you, actually, hehe. lets make this uber epic, okay. ;A; Dragonair uses hyper beam. [/style] [style=font-size: 30px; font-family: impact; text-align: right; margin-right: 20px; text-transform: uppercase]CHALLENGE ACCEPTED Everything's the same as he stepped outside again, into the battlefield: the same stadium, same rules and same concept but at the same time, everything's also different. The stadium seemed a little bit broader, all tension drained, and the audience's screams seemed a little bit more heartfelt and genuine this time around (albeit just as loud as before). The sun, still shining brightly overhead, felt warm on his back in spite of the arid, summer heat. He felt compelled to continue towards the center of the field, anxiously anticipating the final, daunting challenge the olympics would throw this way: let the crowd serve to only boost his own confidence as he had many times before. However, at the last minute, he stopped in his tracks, a trickle of dust pooling around his feet as he turned a half circle, sparing the crowd a glance out of the corner of his eye and a half grin, half smirk mirroring the emotions he felt inside. They roared, moving furiously in a pattern of disarray in response to the direct contact. He'd never done it before, when everything was the same, but today everything was different and therefore, he must be different. The fluttering anxiety shifted and morphed into newfound adrenaline and excitement (butterfree in his stomach had never suited his style, anyways), and Gold's lips curved upwards an inch higher. Everything was different today, but some things never did change. He turned away from them, that mob, transforming their faces and voices in his head so that they were now his family and friends back in Johto, a tournament in his hometown. In the end they were just there to make the battle feel realistic, support those that were out there battling as gratitude for giving them a show. Battling was short and time was shorter - the rounds had flown by and now it was difficult to believe that this reverie from the real world was almost at its end. This game was still a game but there was a definite tension in the air this time around, pressing down on him. To be the best. To win. He smiled and looked around, bidding the stadium farewell for the last time. Greeting him on the opposite end of the playing field was a lady, elegantly dressed with an equally exquisite pokemon by her side, royalty standing side by side. The red sphere in his hand rolled slightly as he fingered at it, relaxed, poised, feeling completely at home and determined to make this last battle one to really remember. Sunlight flared on his goggles as the sphere fell out of his hands. Flickering lights dotted the field as it rolled lazily across the ground and came to a halt, the white button touching the dirt. Smoke curled gently up towards the sky as a trill fluttered through the air and he tilted his cap forward, the brim up front. Everything is different this time, and it'll never be the same again. Golden orbs trained up front. "So it's finally come down to this." He didn't bother giving a name this time around: names were unnecessary at this stage. Instead, he exchanged some petty words as a sign of sportsmanship. "Good luck." Two words that expressed his emotions more than actions could have ever done. "Hyper Beam." The orb on top of the dragonair's head glowed a bright shade of orange, and light exploded to cover the entire stadium. The time for talk was over, and the battle had finally begun. He smirked. Even if Gold Harberlein didn't win, the least he could assure was to go out with a bang. [/style]

made by KING of PRE & OTE

[king]

VICTORY: GOLD

Congratulations!