"Gym leader Pug, please explain your actions to the elite four committee." Stated our noble champion on top of her high seat.

The wonderful thing about her position... she doesn't need to use one type or wear a certain gimmick. Sure, you'd seen a few stick to a kind of theme, but they never dealt with the challenges of young trainers. Those hopefuls who were just starting out on their journey, and so easily disheartened... or squashed.

"Well, Champion Bella, I don't think they need explanation." I retorted with a growl.

The stupidly shrill voice of Mala cut through the air, "No explanation? You've knocked out every opponent who came to your gym."

"Your point normy?" I retorted back.

Gosh, did I hate her. She relied on status conditions to win most of her matches, and her plan for fighting types was easy to counter. Half her team were flying types after all. Any kid with an electric and fighting type could knock her whole team out. Course, if she used an Ursaring it would solve her whole problem.

"Her point is you're the FIRST gym. You're not supposed to be hard." Interjected Fitz. "Your job is to give them the confidence to start their journey."

My eyes slowly turned to the right while I said, "That's not how I see it light bulb."

Ha, that was a good one. The fat man certainly possessed the body type, and he used electric pokemon. Something a trainer could easily wall with a Sandslash. The man didn't bother to cover for this weakness. Sure, he possessed an Emolga, but how hard was that to fight? Come to think of it, his whole team were electric mice pokemon. Guess it explained his weird cheek make up.

"Then how do you see it?" A calm voice said as she folded her hands on her lap.

This one was different. In all rights, she should be the champion. Her team was a collection of poison types. All of them with dual natures to give the challenger... well a challenge. Whether it was her Glimmora who could set up toxic spikes by move or hit in the beginning, or her Toxapex which stopped the momentum of a battle... She made a trainer think on their toes.

"Miss Gall, I believe we're going to easy on our challengers." I stated flatly.

A collection of snorting and laughing came from a tall man wearing a long trench coat and fedora. This clown, named Noc, he knew too well, always pretending to be the edgy guy when he was a softy.

"Easy? Clearly, you haven't been here to see our battles." Noc said in between laughs.

I smirked while saying, "That's true. After all, I wouldn't have let so many beat me."

The room was finally quiet from these loud mouths. All staring down at me with fire in their eyes.

"Let's be real. Our region isn't known by the rest of the world. You wanna know why? Cause our battle system is a complete joke. Our current regulations continue to get easier and easier as years go by. We aren't the only region facing this problem mind you... but we are the ones most affected by it. Not a single one of our trainers who've made it through possessed a strong showing in an interregional tournament. That is unacceptable. Our kids need to toughen up or get out of the way... plain and simple." I stated while staring straight back.

There was a hush murmur among the fools. Their monitors glowing while they double checked the information. Of course, it was true. Why else would he bother to be here? As each came to look up to speak in rebuke, the champion motioned them to stop.

"What would you have us do?" She stated calmly.

With a toss of my pokeball, I unleashed my Heracross. With the touch of my mega band, he mega evolved in a brilliant flash. With a stomp of his feet, the floor below cracked and splintered their podiums.

"A reevaluation of every trainer in our organization, starting with you five. I'm sure Miss Gall will pass with flying colors, and I'm almost tempted not to test her. But the rest of you need a wake-up call. So, send out a pokemon and you'll see how big the power difference is."

It wasn't long before a Noctowl, Emolga, Houndoom, Dragalge, and a Darmanitan emerged from their balls.

"Four on one. Hardly, seems fair four you five." I laughed as the battle began.