Tag: IC Update

“Ugh, I’m finally home. Five fucking battles they needed me for and one was some putz who thought it was hilarious to bring a team of Raticates. I’m just wiped out.”

The former champion promptly fell onto the cough groaning, her aching muscles protesting the movement.

“If anyone needs me, they can kiss my ass because I’m going to sleep for the next week.”

The former champion very loudly refused the person over her video phone, practically growling as she spoke.

“I don’t think you understand, mister chairman. I have plans tonight and like hell are they going to be ruined by that fucking dipshit who won’t take on female trainers! Have her stay the night and I can battle her tomorrow, I’m taking a couple people to the Jirachi Festival!”

“So you, mister chairman, can blow me because I’ve got better shit to do tonight. Good afternoon to you good sir.”

She turned off the video phone and softly sighed, getting up to go find her yukata. It would take at least an hour to get into the darn thing so she had enough time.

“I swear to Arceus if I get called in for one more battle I’m going to have Zeke Fusion Bolt the entire place.”

“I wish I could enjoy my retirement without having to be called in every week because the damn champion doesn’t take on female trainers.”

The former champion plopped down on the sofa, a little singed around the edges.

“I missed the Jirachi Festival, that sucks… At least there’s another tonight. I wonder if Silv or Kin would like to come…”

Rebecca was doing some exercise of her own, surrounded by blocks of ice to keep the room cold while she punched at her punching bag, her hands wrapped underneath a pair of kick-boxing gloves.

She huffed and moved with the bag as Goop moved it with Psychic to keep her on her toes, ready for a moving opponent. It was a sweltering day outside so it was perfect for her strengthening session today. Once she was done with this, she’d use the hacksaw to pulverize the ice blocks and head upstairs.

Rebecca was reading the evening paper, looking saddened by the headline.

Virbank Pokemon Center Attacked; Cult Leader Ghestis Still At Large

The former champion sighed, putting the newspaper down and rubbing her forehead with a hand.

Rebecca was slumped front first on the smaller block of ice, a look on her face that could only be called blissful. Unfortunately for the former champion, it was summer in Undella and a very sweltering day. She had gotten Triton to make an ice block while her home cooled down.

“Ahh, cold~”

The former champion worked in her basement, an ice pick in hand as she scratched and scraped at a giant block of ice.

It took all of five minutes before she stabbed the pick into the ice and gave up, unlocking the door and heading back upstairs.

This would be better done with a clearer head and a brighter basement.

So she ended up going to bed, thinking about how she could apologize without sounded like a nervous little girl.

“What he failed to mention was that I NEVER CALLED HIM THE F-WORD. Never when speaking about him. Never when speaking to his face.”

Every word was punctuated with a hacksaw buzz as the former champion ground the block into a fine frosty powder, tears streaming down her face as she threw the hacksaw into a hole-covered wall.

“Fucking hell… I was about to call him a little brother… And then he pulled that shit and lumped me in with the rest. I feel like I was just used for compliments.”