~~~~Mike Hoshkins (Poison)~~~~Mike released Drapion from her pokeball as he waited in the locker room. He glanced at the match-up list again as he paced. "We're against Rock in the Jungle," He told his partner pokemon. She growled quietly and butted him with her head. "No, I have no doubt we'll win but we could have used a better environment." He jumped out of the way as she went to headbutt him again and laughed. "Okay, okay I'll stop being negative. At least they won't have much of an environment advantage either." At this his FP bracelet vibrated and he glanced at it to see that he needed to leave for his match. His FP was designed to match his type and the creator had done a very good job. It was skin tight and covered his whole hand like a glove. It was dark purple in color and had a touch screen on the back of the hand that served a variety of purposes, such as an alarm clock. The fingers ended in claws which proved useful for navigating various environments though made hand shakes awkward which is why he wore it on his left hand.
He walked with Drapion out into the streets of Elite Island and released the rest of his pokemon. Gengar jumped into his shadow immediately and Tentacruel into the canal which ran along the street. Rather then a pep talk Mike simply said "Our opponents are Rock so it's our job to crush them." Although his voice was calm, his pokemon knew him well enough to realize how important this fight was to him and they roared as loudly as they were able. They followed him as he walked to the arena, Tentacruel returning to his pokeball when the water ran out. Though he could walk on land he preferred not to as it slowed him down and hurt his pride. However, even he came out of his pokeball when Mike reached the door to their Arena. They stood as a team and as the huge door swung open they strode forward towards their destiny as one.