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Staring at the absolutely devastating Crunch attack as it ravaged his Mismagius, Morty found pondering if the Pokemon would even survive the onslaught. It barely had a stable defense normally, and the Screech was making sure that this attack would leave its mark. "Mismagius, Memento." Morty commanded, watching as the Ghost type let itself slip away in the attack. Before the Hydreigon could feel successful in its assault, the Mismagius' shadow would erupt into spikes that would pierce the Dark type's soul, cutting straight into the power behind its aggression.

Drawing out his fourth Pokeball, the Ghost Gym Leader would give a small smile. "Sorry to inform you, but I like to keep to tradition. The Dusknoir was a necessary evil to get some diversity, but I have always used the local Pokemon in my battles. So prepare for some fun now." Morty eerily told Sub, throwing the Pokeball out. Standing in front of the Hydreigon would be another Gengar, this one looking slightly larger and more dense than the one previous. "Ready for the final round then?"

Morty would be silent as Sub shot back at his choice in Pokemon, watching as the Dark Pulse fired itself and slammed into his Gengar. Watching carefully as the Gengar slowly got up with a dazed appearance, Morty snapped out a command. "Lick! Lets keep this thing off-balance." The Gengar would snap seamlessly from its falsified flinch to diving towards the Hydreigon with an extended tongue. Lashing out with a sudden lick, the Gengar was aiming to paralyze the Dragon type.
(If t hits a 1-3, Paralysis. Otherwise, safety.)

The Gengar would unable to avoid the oncoming Payback assault, taking the nasty bite with a grin that quickly fell as it was sent flying back from the impact and damage. Bouncing once before regaining his footing, the Gengar glared at the Hydreigon very intensely. Extremely intensely. Were its eyes beginning to spark? A bright and frightening flash would erupt from the pair of eyes, a Night Shade attack aimed to blast down the Hydreigon with something that was guaranteed to cause some major pain.

Staring down the intriguing Hydreigon, Morty;s eyes would narrow as suspicion crossed his mind. "Hmm. Only one way forward. Hex, Gengar." Morty finally said, watching as the Gengar would gather a very wavery collection of energy in its hand. Firing the blast forward at the Hydreigon, it would visibly react as it drew closer to the Dark type. It would almost appear as if it was leeching energy from something about it to grow stronger. What was this?

Morty and his Gengar would track the flying Hydreigon as best they could, preparing for whatever they could do to counter the likely followup from the Dark type. What they were not prepared for was for the Hydreigon to spit out something that resembled pocket sized armageddon. Looking at the mildly apocalyptic assault, Morty would throw out a hand in a sweeping gesture before simply remarking, "Well played." The meteor crashed down after his gesture, blanketing the area in shrapnel and dust.

When the massive output of dust and smoke cleared off, Sub would find the Gengar unconscious at the bottom of the freshly made crater in the gym. "There. Hope I made you work for this. After all, this should have been a walk in the park any other day."

Ascending the rocky stairs of the gym, to the top of the gym, Sub would be presented with a wide arena, back dropped with the waterfall that run through the entirety of the gym. Painted in large lettering across the floor were the characters for "Intensive" and "Training." Farther back, on the other side of the battling space, Chuck himself was following the floor's encouragement, grunting away as he continued to exercise, seemingly unaware of Sub's presence. The gut he had possessed a few years ago was gone, replaced with a solid, toned six pack chest. Sweat glistened off rippling and flexing muscles as he repeatedly lifted the enormously weighted bar. Clearly the last few years of effort and produced fantastic personal results.

With a final grunt, he lifted the weight for the last repetition, before placing it on the rest. Sitting up, he finally noticed Sub, letting out a bellowing laugh, "BWAHAHA! I didn't see you waiting there, young one. Enjoy the view?" Jumping to his feet, seemingly unaffected by the earlier workout, Chuck stepped away from the impressive array of training equipment, and up the the arena. "Now, I suppose you're here for a match. And judging from the looks of you, I doubt you are looking to fight me personally. Well, don't expect me to take it easy on you. My Pokemon train just as hard as I do." Still shirtless, he retrieved a Pokeball from his belt, releasing an excitable looking Primeape. "Now then, little one," he boasted, "Let's see what you've got."

"Interesting start," Chuck remarked, as his Primeape shook its head, trying to clear its mind of the confusion that now plagued it. "Unfortunately," he continued, "If you thought something like this would slow us down, you are sadly mistaken."With a quick breath, he looked to his Pokemon, "Primeape!" Chuck's bellowing voice reverberating through the gym, "Unleash your inner fury! OUTRAGE!"

The monkey Pokemon charged forward, shouting its name as it surged forward, chi gathering in its limbs. "ape, ape ape, ape, Ape, Ape, Ape, PrimeAPE!" Devastating blows furiously struck forth, attempting to sunder what poor fool unfortunate enough to be subject to such monstrous wrath.

(1 - 5 the attack hits. 6 - 10 hurts self in confusion.)

A piercing glare gleamed within the raging Primeape's eyes; how deranged and confused was this thing really? As Sub's imp charged headfirst into the fray, the wrathful ape lashed out, swinging arms wide and attempting to intercept the attack.

"Hah!" Chuck barked out a laugh at Sub's remark. "You mistake my methods, young one! The trust I share with my Pokémon is absolute. Thanks to our intensive training, Primeape's instincts are honed so that he can still fight effectively while within the grip of Outrage."

The Primeape was certainly going at it viciously. The earlier strike was followed up with a flurry of blows, raining down towards the Sableye. "APE! APE! APE!" Each strike accompanied by a staccato shriek, accentuating the pounding blows.

1-5 hurt self in confusion, 6-10 attack hits. Die roll of 6 to 10 to recover from confusion.