Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 16
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 16 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world. This story is not meant for commercial use.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating White Female Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Public Sex
Elsewhere, at her villa, Mikaela Faye leaned forward on her couch, eyes wide and glued to the screen.
“Ace ... where the hell did you get that thing?”
At her gym office, Lucy Simon stared at the livestream with her mouth open.
“What the hell? Where did Ace find that? And what even is it?” she whispered, sharp and breathless, as the yellow Pokémon on-screen rubbed its fists together and growled.
Angelina Rohan didn’t say a word. She just stared from her chair, eyes narrowed, measuring the creature like it was a problem she hadn’t solved yet.
Meanwhile, the Professors watched from their respective labs, still linked through the Holo-feed, expressions tight.
“Ace...” Professor Elm breathed. “What are you doing?”
“That thing is not tame yet,” Birch warned. “This could go very badly.”
“Zeraora is unpredictable!” Magnolia snapped. “It might even attack him!”
Rowan stroked his beard, looking grim. “Ace has been known to be reckless, but this...”
“We don’t know what’s going to happen,” Oak cut in, voice firm. “But if anyone can make this work, it’s Ace. Remember, he defeated and captured Zeraora in a fair fight.”
Kukui exhaled slowly. “Let’s just hope Zeraora sees him as an ally ... and not as a rival.”
Zeraora crouched low on cracked stone, fur bristling, arcs of electricity snapping off its forearms like miniature thunderbolts. Its eyes locked onto the Mega Slowbro with a predatory, almost offended glare like the fortress-like creature had no business existing in its space. Mega Slowbro didn’t move. It blinked once, then twice looking dismissive. The energy between them tightened like a drawn bowstring.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Dan announced over the broadcast. “Our producers have just confirmed that according to Ace Tomlinson’s official roster submission, the yellow Pokémon on the field is called ... ZERAORA!”
Wallace didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Zeraora...” he repeated quietly. His voice didn’t sound like awe. It sounded more like concern.
Dan continued. “Reminder folks, in our normal Calypso Island League, only pre-approved Pokémon can be used in official battles, however, in the Divine Challenge, challengers and gym leaders are allowed to use any Pokémon they want in battle with no restrictions! Therefore, Ace is allowed to use this Pokémon!”
On the scoreboard, Zeraora’s name snapped into place followed by a live-camera snapshot instead of the usual polished registry image. Even the system looked like it was scrambling to keep up.
“BEGIN!” the referee shouted, dropping his arms.
Chelsea’s expression tightened at the unfamiliar threat, but she didn’t hesitate.
“Solomon. Curse.”
The Mega Slowbro’s shell rotated with a grinding shift, psychic sigils flickering along the spiral as its bulk seemed to settle heavier into the arena with more weight and threat.
Ace swallowed hard as his eyes locked on Zeraora. “Hey, I need you to work with me,” he said, steadily, “Your physical attacks like your Plasma Fists aren’t going to faze that thing because it’s used Curse. I need Discharge. Right NOW.”
Zeraora glanced back at Ace for a second, giving him a menacing look.
Chelsea noticed instantly, and her smile curled.
“Ah. So that’s the flaw.”
Electricity crackled around Zeraora’s body before it sprang off its feet. It was across the pool and on Solomon in a blink where it slammed into the hermit crab Pokémon with Quick Attack.
Dan nearly leapt out of his seat. “IT’S FAST! LOOK AT THE MUSCLE IN ITS LEGS!! ACE, WHAT DID YOU JUST UNLEASH?!”
The Mega Slowbro wobbled a bit on its tail but didn’t seem fazed much.
The arena lost its mind.
“OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?!”
“IT LOOKED LIKE IT TELEPORTED!”
“THAT WASN’T QUICK ATTACK, THAT WAS JUST ... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
Zeraora slammed its fists together, cocked its arm back, claws flashing electric-white, then drove a brutal Plasma Fist into Solomon’s center mass.
Mega Slowbro slid back a few inches, crackling with residual electricity ... and never blinked.
Chelsea raised two fingers. “Solomon. Ice Beam.”
The Shellder that engulfed Solomon spun like a turret. A bluish-white orb condensed and fired.
The beam hit Zeraora point-blank. It screamed, body frosting instantly as it rocketed backward to Ace’s platform, skidding on stone. A chunk of its yellow fur was locked in ice across its torso.
Zeraora’s body was frosted all over and a large chunk of its yellow fur was frozen on its torso where the beam had hit it.
Ace pointed sharply. “Zeraora, STOP. Just—” He drew a breath. “Listen to me. Your fists aren’t going to faze it. It’s too built now. You need your special moves!
Zeraora snapped its head back toward Ace and snarled.
“You need to trust me!” Ace said with more urgency now, “I want to win just as badly as you, but if you keep on doing this, we’re dead!”
“ ... that thing is terrifyingly strong..., but completely undisciplined,” Wallace murmured, “I fear this latest gamble by Ace may not pay off for him this time.”
Zeraora let out a loud synthetic roar in defiance. Its fist started crackling, and it charged at the Mega Slowbro again with lightning speed.
“No!” Ace yelled after it.
Dan’s voice cracked with disbelief. “THAT SPEED! THIS ISN’T NORMAL SPEED ... THIS IS A CREATURE OUTRUNNING THE CAMERA!”
Zeraora landed behind Solomon and reared its crackling fist back yet again, but the Shellder on Slowbro suddenly rotated quickly to face it. Solomon’s eyes flashed. A violet pulse snapped outward. Zeraora froze mid-strike as a sharp aura wrapped around it, locking its muscles like a commandment.
“MEGA SLOWBRO HAS USED DISABLE ONCE AGAIN!” Dan yelled into his mic.
“Yes, whatever that electric fist attack was that it kept using, Zeraora won’t be able to use that anymore.” Wallace added.
Wallace mused a bit more. “This could be a blessing in disguise...”
Chelsea didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.
“Solomon,” she said calmly, “Psychic. Send it back where it came from.”
Solomon’s eyes glowed bright blue. A psychic field seized Zeraora and lifted it into the air like it weighed nothing. Zeraora roared. Then the roar warped into agony as pressure crushed inward on its ribs and skull.
“My word...” Dan whispered, the stadium volume swallowing him whole.
Zeraora rose higher, body trembling, teeth bared. Then the force whipped. It launched over Solomon’s head like a thrown weapon straight toward Ace.
Ace flinched. He started to move, but then he stopped. He planted his feet and held his arms out.
WHAM!
The impact blasted him backward. Zeraora hit Ace hard, sliding across the stone before finally stopping. The stadium didn’t scream this time. It murmured with one collective sound of shock and fear.
At her home, Mikaela looked horrified as the collision occurred.
“OH MY GOD!” Mikaela screamed at her television.
In her office, Lucy clasped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide.
In her own office, Angelina Rohan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her hands clutching the arms of her chair even harder.
The other Calypso Island gym leaders all watched from their respective locations in equal shock and horror as they witnessed Zeraora collide with Ace who clearly didn’t try to get out of the way.
Ace lay under Zeraora, face pinched with pain. Zeraora lay still for a beat ... then stirred, blinking like it couldn’t believe what it was seeing.
Ace opened his eyes. Their eyes met and Ace forced a weak smile.
“See?” he rasped. “I got your back...”
He swallowed, breath shaking.
“You can always count on me to be here for you ... but if we don’t start working together ... we’re toast.”
Zeraora stared down at him. This human who never backed down, who saved it when it was dying, and who had fought it fair and won. Something in its expression shifted. Zeraora rose, then impossibly careful, reached down and hauled Ace up to his feet.
“Ow,” Ace hissed as the motion lit pain through his shoulder and sternum.
When he stood fully, his left shoulder sagged, and he had to fight not to wince. He looked up anyway. Zeraora met his gaze looking calm and more focused now. Ace breathed out a laugh that hurt.
“What do you say?” he asked, voice strained. “We work together now?”
Zeraora turned toward Chelsea and Solomon, eyes hard ... then back to Ace. It lifted a fist. Ace smiled genuinely this time and bumped it.
ZAP!
“Ouch!”
Zeraora made a sound that was almost a chuckle. Then it nodded. Ace nodded back, jaw tight with pain and resolve.
“Let’s win this.”
Zeraora paced back toward the floating platform. Ace lifted a thumbs-up to the arena, still clutching his shoulder with the other hand.
The crowd exploded and began chanting.
“ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE!”
Dan’s voice went nuclear. “HE’S CONTINUING! IN TWENTY YEARS OF CALLING MATCHES, I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT! ACE LITERALLY CAUGHT HIS POKÉMON OUT OF THE AIR TO CUSHION ITS FALL!”
Wallace stared at the field, voice low and shaken.
“Ace might be the most reckless trainer I’ve ever watched..., but I think I finally understand why people look at him and say, Chosen One.”
“Alright,” Ace rasped, “Let’s take control.”
Zeraora nodded once.
Chelsea narrowed her eyes. She felt it immediately. The whole energy of the battlefield had shifted.
“End this! Surf!” She cried.
A large wave suddenly formed in front of the Mega Slowbro. The wave charged ahead barreling down on Zeraora.
Ace exhaled sharply. “Zeraora, Snarl!”
Zeraora’s eyes flashed. It inhaled once deeply then emitted a low, crackling roar that rippled through the air like sonic lightning. Pulsing waves of red and black rings reeking of dark energy burst forward.
CRRRK–WHOOOM!
The pulsating waves blasted through the Surf attack, parting the large wall of water so that it split into two smaller waves and crashing harmlessly on either side of Zeraora.
The Snarl blast continued all the way to Solomon where it hit square in its face. For the first time, Solomon was knocked back considerably. It recovered just in time to avoid crashing into Chelsea who was standing behind it. The Mega Slowbro’s expression remained the same for a few moments before showing a brief but unmistakable grimace. A red and black aura pulsated around the Mega Slowbro for a second before disappearing.
Dan screamed. “SNARL FORCED ITS SPECIAL ATTACK DOWN! ACE IS LOWERING ITS POWER OUTPUT!”
“Snarl is a Dark-type attack,” Wallace added, “So that hurts double for Mega Slowbro, which is part Psychic-type.
Chelsea’s eyes flickered in irritation. “Solomon Psychic!”
The Mega Slowbro’s eyes started to glow blue again.
“Volt Switch!” Ace countered.
Zeraora quickly gathered a ball of yellow energy in its paw, crackling with electricity then threw it at Solomon. The attack hit Solomon square in its shell, knocking it back once again.
“WHAT A MOVE!!” Dan yelled into his mic, “ZERAORA HIT MEGA SLOWBRO WITH A VOLT SWITCH, BREAKING ITS CONCENTRATION AND PREVENTING IT FROM USING PSYCHIC ATTACK!”
“And there’s no switch out because there are no other Pokemon left on Ace’s team to switch with!” Wallace chimed.
“No more of THAT!” Chelsea said furiously, “Solomon, Amnesia!”
The Mega Slowbro nonchalantly tilted its head to one side as if trying to remember something, indicating that Amnesia was taking effect.
“This is bad for Ace, Dan!” Wallace exclaimed, “Amnesia drastically boosts the user’s special defense! And with Curse still in effect, now both physical and special attacks will be far less effective against it!”
Ace mused for a second, and then forced himself upright, pain screaming through his shoulder.
“Zeraora, Hone Claws and then Power-up Punch!” he said as loudly as his injured body would allow.
Zeraora growled and its claws suddenly glowed orange and grew slightly longer. Then it jumped into the air and spun around. As it spun, an orange glow shot up along its body until it stopped spinning and landed. Its claws then returned to normal.
“Solomon, SLACK OFF! NOW!” Chelsea yelled with a hint of desperation.
Solomon’s eyes closed and its body emitted a green aura. Its wounds began to heal.
“CHELSEA IS USING SLACK OFF TO HEAL HER MEGA SLOW!” Dan exclaimed, “THIS COULD BE BAD FOR ACE!”
“Or is it?” Wallace responded calmly.
Zeraora dashed forward with blinding speed, trails of electricity blurring behind it. Its right fist ignited with a fiery orange-red energy glow, building power as it closed in on its opponent.
POW!
Zeraora delivered a powerful, upward hook, the impact releasing a burst of energy on contact. Sparks flew, and upon landing the hit, a reinforcing reddish aura pulsed back into Zeraora’s body, Its muscles flexed slightly and its eyes glowed brighter. Solomon was pushed back a bit but continued to heal, eyes still closed.
“Slowbro is able to recover 50% of its health with Slack off! Wallace, I don’t see how Ace will be able to overcome this given Slowbro’s buffed defenses!” Dan said, sounding concerned.
Wallace smiled. “You’re missing Ace’s strategy here, my friend. Chelsea gave him the one thing he needed to give him a chance to win this match ... A chance to set up.”
Dan’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Wallace nodded. “He had Zeraora use Hone Claws, which increases attack power and precision. Then he followed up with Power-up Punch, which further boosts attack power upon contact.”
Wallace turned to look at Dan. “He has now countered Mega Slowbro’s buffed defense with his own buffed offense. He’s leveled the playing field.”
“Incredible!” Dan answered.
“Solomon, use Zen Headbutt! Now!” Chelsea yelled urgently.
Solomon’s eyes snapped open as the green aura disappeared. The top part of Solomon’s head then glowed blue before he tilted it down and launched at Zeraora. Zeraora braced itself by crossing its arms over its face as the Mega Slowbro made contact. Zeraora was knocked back but quickly recovered, landing on its feet onto the platform in front of Ace.
“There’s no way Zeraora can last much longer.” Wallace said softly. “And Mega Slowbro has the Shell Armor ability, protecting it from critical hits. Ace has got to find a way to land multiple powerful blows without Zeraora taking another big hit.”
“Zeraora, Volt Switch!”
Zeraora quickly gathered energy and threw it at the Mega Slowbro.
Chelsea knew it was too slow to get out of the way as she watched helplessly.
CRRRK–WHOOOM!
The blast connected with Solomon causing it to sway back and forth. Zeraora again remained on the battlefield since there was no Pokemon left on Ace’s team to switch with.
“HYPER BEAM!” Chelsea screamed.
A large golden orb of energy began to charge in front of Solomon. The crowd gasped collectively.
“OOOOH SHIT!!”
“SHE’S GOING FOR THE JUGULAR!!”
Dan and Wallace both lurched forward, eyes wide.
“CHELSEA IS NOT PLAYING AROUND ANYMORE! SHE’S TRYING TO END THIS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!” Dan yelled into his mic practically swallowing it.”
“What Ace does next may decide the match!” Wallace chimed.
“Damn Chelsea...” Amber Pennebaker said to herself watching the television screen.
“It’s now or never!” Ace called to Zeraora, “WILD CHARGE! Right Now! Give it everything you’ve got!”
Screaming the words sent a surge of pain through Ace’s chest, but he didn’t regret it.
Zeraora’s entire body began to crackle with electricity and a second later it was glowing. Electricity wrapped fully around Zeraora’s body, compressing into a blinding, roaring sheath as it lowered its shoulder and committed. Then it exploded forward like a bright yellow missile. The platform behind it shattered from the launch.
It reached the Mega Slowbro, who was still charging the Hyper Beam. Solomon barely had time to react. Zeraora slammed into Solomon like a freight train made of lightning. The charging Hyper Beam orb exploded.
KRRRRRAAASH—BOOOOOM!!!
The impact was catastrophic. The Shellder encasing Solomon cracked audibly, and psychic barriers shattered as the force punched straight through its defensive core. The shockwave blasted water fifty feet into the air, rattling the dome so hard warning lights flickered.
Solomon was launched backward, skidding across the platform then off of it crashing into the far wall in a thunderous explosion of stone and spray. Solomon didn’t get up. The Shellder shell went still. The psychic glow died instantly. A second later it reverted back to its normal form.
There was silence for a moment, and then Zeraora hit the ground hard. The electricity around its body detonated inward, backlash ripping through its muscles. The recoil slammed it flat onto the stone, sparks sputtering violently before dying out completely. Zeraora didn’t move.
Ace’s heart stopped. The stadium went dead quiet.
Dan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Oh no ... oh no no no...”
Wallace stood slowly, dread written across his face. “Wild Charge recoil ... after that kind of impact ... Zeraora may have knocked itself out.”
Chelsea’s breath caught.
The referee hesitated, eyes darting between the motionless Mega Slowbro ... and the unmoving Zeraora.
“A double knockout means—” Dan swallowed hard. “—the challenger loses.”
Ace staggered forward instinctively, pain screaming through his chest.
The referee looked like he was about to raise his flags, but then he suddenly looked back over at Zeraora.
Zeraora’s fingers twitched. Ace froze. A low, broken growl scraped out of Zeraora’s throat. The crowd leaned forward as one. Zeraora’s arm shook. It planted a claw into the stone.
Wallace’s voice cracked. “Wait...”
Zeraora dragged one knee under itself. Electricity flickered weakly across its fur, barely there, but it refused to go out.
Ace whispered, voice barely audible. “You’ve got this...”
Zeraora roared. It forced itself upright, swaying violently, one leg buckling before locking again. Its chest heaved. Its vision blurred ... but it stayed standing.
The referee spun and thrust his flag up.
“SLOWBRO IS UNABLE TO BATTLE! ZERAORA WINS! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS THE DIVINE CHALLENGER, ACE TOMLINSON!!”
The stadium detonated. The roar was deafening.
“IT’S UP!!” Dan screamed. “ZERAORA IS STILL STANDING!! ACE WINS THE MATCH!! ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!”
“Ace truly is remarkable to watch,” Wallace said smiling, “If he and Zeraora have truly learned to trust each other, then there’s no telling how high they can climb.”
Ace collapsed to one knee, relief crashing through him harder than pain ever could. He laughed once, broken, breathless, and then looked up.
Zeraora turned to Ace and made what could only be described as a feline smile. Then it collapsed from sheer exhaustion and pain.
Ace painfully pulled out the Ultra Ball and clicked the button.
“Return, Zeraora.”
The red beam shot from the ball and enveloped the battered Pokémon, returning it to its ball.
“We both got pretty fucked up, didn’t we?” Ace said to the ball smiling.
“Ace...” said a voice softly.
Ace looked up. It was Chelsea.
“I ... You ... I don’t really know what to say...”
Ace smiled. Then spoke softly to spare him more pain in his chest. “You can say good match.”
Chelsea smiled back. “Good match.”
She then reached inside of a small pocket in her wetsuit and pulled out something bright blue.
“Here. This is the Torrent badge,” she said holding it out, “I’ve never met anyone who deserved this more than you.”
Ace nodded and took the badge. “That means a lot coming from you.”
The photographers and field reporters were running towards them now.
“Comon sparky,” Chelsea said, grabbing Ace to help him walk, “let’s get you patched up before you die from a punctured lung or something.”
The press room at the Lunagua City Waves Gym was packed wall to wall. Cameras clicked nonstop. Microphones crowded the podium like spears. The low murmur of reporters waiting for answers filled the space with a restless buzz.
Chelsea Gomez stepped up to the lectern wearing a dry jacket over her wetsuit, hair still damp, eyes tired but steady. She didn’t smile. Before anyone could ask a question, she raised a hand.
“Before we start,” she said calmly, voice carrying without strain, “I want to address the only thing that actually matters right now.”
The room quieted instantly.
“Ace Tomlinson was transported to Laguna City Medical Center immediately after the match. I stayed with him until he was admitted. He’s in stable condition.”
A collective exhale rippled through the room.
“No internal bleeding. No neurological damage. He’s hurt, but he’s alive, and he’s expected to recover.”
Camera shutters exploded.
“That’s why his press conference was canceled,” she continued. “And frankly, if anyone here is disappointed by that, I suggest you reevaluate your priorities.”
Silence.
“Alright,” Chelsea said, folding her hands on the podium. “Let’s do this.”
Hands shot up immediately, and the sound of press members calling Chelsea’s name filled the room.
Chelsea called on a brown-haired woman in the second row.
“Hi, Chelsea. Selene Kaur, Calypso Post. What was your reaction when you first saw Zeraora?”
Chelsea leaned back slightly, considering.
“Shock,” she said honestly. “Then concern.”
A few reporters exchanged glances.
“I’ve battled champions, criminals, and Pokémon that could devastate cities. Zeraora wasn’t scary because it was powerful.”
She looked directly into the cameras.
“It was scary because it was clear that it wasn’t fully bonded. That’s not a weapon, that’s a loaded storm.”
More hands shot up. Chelsea next called on a younger man with a clean buzz cut and beard to her right.
“Hi Chelsea. Darius Holt, Trainer Channel. Great match. When you saw Zeraora’s speed, how did it change your strategy?”
Chelsea nodded once.
“Immediately,” she said. “Speed like that eliminates traditional zoning. You can’t kite it. You can’t out-position it. You either wall it ... or you’re done.” A pause. “That’s why I doubled down on what my Mega Slowbro does best. Defense. Control. Attrition. If I tried to outpace it, the match would’ve ended in seconds.”
Chelsea next called on a female reporter with short hair in the back.
“Chelsea, Gabby Taylor, Channel 5 Hoenn News. What was your reaction when Ace caught Zeraora out of the air?”
That one landed. Chelsea’s jaw tightened. She looked down for a moment before answering.
“I thought he was insane,” she said flatly.
A ripple of laughter from the reporters, nervous and uncertain.
“Then I thought he was dead.”
She looked back up.
“And then I realized what he was actually doing.”
The room leaned in.
“He wasn’t stopping Zeraora. He was showing that he cared. That they’re a team.
She tapped the podium once, softly.
“That changed everything in our battle.”
Chelsea next called on a man appearing to be in his forties with salt-and-pepper hair.
“Good evening, Chelsea. Ethan Marks, Calypso Daily News. Thank you for your updates on Ace and you fought one heck of a match. How are you feeling after the loss?”
Chelsea didn’t dodge it.
“It hurts,” she said. “I don’t lose often, especially when I have water on the battlefield.”
She shrugged lightly.
“But I didn’t get outplayed by luck. I got outplayed by adaptation. That’s easier to live with.” A beat. “And I pushed him to the brink. That matters too.”
Chelsea then called on a tall male reporter with blond hair.
“Chelsea, Jake Ballard, Battle Network. You’ve never used your Slowbro in a gym match before. Why debut it tonight?”
A small smile appeared on Chelsea’s face looking sharp and proud.
“Because the Divine Challenge isn’t about spectacle,” Chelsea said. “It’s about survival.”
She leaned forward slightly.
“Slowbro is my executioner. I don’t bring it out unless I intend to end the match decisively. I never felt the need to do that until tonight.”
The implication settled heavily.
“Ace forced it out of me,” she added. “That alone tells you what level he’s operating on.”
Chelsea called on a middle-aged woman in front of her next.
“Brenda Cotton also from the Trainer Channel. What are your thoughts on Ace being called ‘the Chosen One’? Do you believe he can win the Divine Challenge?”
The room went dead quiet. Chelsea didn’t answer immediately.
“Titles don’t win battles,” she said finally. “Choices do.”
She met the reporter’s eyes.
“Ace doesn’t survive because he’s chosen. He survives because he chooses again and again to take responsibility for the consequences.”
A pause.
“Yes,” she said. “I believe he can win.”
Then, quieter, she said, “I also believe it might kill him if he does.”
Chelsea finally called on a younger and stern looking female reporter in the back corner.
“Last question. Yes?”
“Chelsea, I’m Lyndsey Dwyer from the Serenity Gazette. Do you think the Divine Challenge is humane?”
That question detonated the room. Heads turned. Whispers sparked. Even some cameras hesitated.
Chelsea froze. For the first time, she didn’t look like a Gym Leader. She looked like someone standing at the edge of something old and ugly.
“ ... That’s a dangerous question,” she said slowly.
She glanced around the room.
“But it’s a fair one.”
She straightened up.
“The Divine Challenge is not meant to be humane,” she said. “It was designed to deter. To scare. To ensure no one reckless would ever try.”
Her eyes hardened.
“The problem is ... it doesn’t scare the right people anymore.”
A murmur spread.
“It doesn’t stop monsters,” she continued. “It filters for the ones willing to bleed.”
She paused, then said the quiet part out loud.
“And when someone dies ... we call it tradition instead of responsibility.”
The room was dead silent now. Chelsea exhaled.
“I upheld the rules of our deepest island traditions tonight,” she said. “I will always uphold them.”
She exhaled.
“But if Ace Tomlinson survives this island ... we are going to have to ask ourselves why we were willing to watch him die trying.”
She stepped back from the podium.
“That’s all.”
She turned and walked off as reporters erupted into shouted questions, the room igniting behind her.
PokéNet and social media at large was on fire immediately following the match.
@C4Trainer I don’t care HOW he did it. Ace Tomlinson BEAT Chelsea Gomez. In HER arena where water is supreme. Man is DIFFERENT.
@CoolTrainerJessie This is the third time in a row that Ace has won by the skin of his teeth. His luck is gonna run out at some point.
@WavesGymExit That Wild Charge wasn’t luck. That was timing, trust, and suicide-level commitment.
@BadgeTrackerLive Torrent Badge awarded. Match is official. Argue with the scoreboard if you’re mad.
@EliteTrainerNet Ace is no longer just “dangerous.” He’s adaptable under collapse. I initially scoffed at this ‘Chosen One’ title but Ace is slowly making me a believer.
There were many topics relating to the battle, but the most talked about was Zeraora.
@JuniorTrainer17 I don’t know where Ace got that Pokémon from but I NEED it. Anybody know where I can find a Zeraora??
@HikerAnthony Ace comes off as so cool and now he has arguably the coolest Pokémon on earth. Man stays winning.
@CeciliaVile Not sure who finishes faster, my man or Zeraora...
@DocksideFeed Zeraora stayed standing JUST long enough. That’s all that mattered. Clean win.
@RulebookReader If Zeraora takes a second longer to get up, it’s a loss. That’s the rule. Ace walked the edge and didn’t fall.
@CalypsoHardline Chelsea hesitated. Ace didn’t. That’s the difference.
@RefWatch The ref waited because Zeraora was MOVING. Anyone saying otherwise wasn’t there.
@StadiumAngle13 (slow-mo clip) You can see the claws dig in BEFORE the flag goes up.
Chelsea was receiving a lot of praise in the way she battled, especially given that she faced a Pokémon no one had seen before.
@WaterBadgeVet Chelsea Gomez didn’t get beaten by bullshit. She got beaten by adaptation.
@GymCircuitElite Mega Slowbro did exactly what it was supposed to do. Zeraora just refused to die.
@WavesFaithful Still proud of Chelsea. She forced out his last card and made it hurt.