The speakers came on “Welcome ladies and gentleman, to the The
tournament, created by Alola’s very own champion! He has been drawn
to battle against Jhoto’s very own, Trainer Silver!”
Both trainers were stepping into the area. Silver wore a permanent
scowl. The champion had his cloak, hood drawn up, And his
gaurdivoir at his side
“Crobat, Poison Fang!” The bat swooped in, and the moment he was in
range..
The crobat was suddenly buried in the wall, on the other side of
the stadium. The Gardivoirs hand was outstretched, and was
crackling with electricity. The stadium went silent for a moment.