The Humans have pushed you, stressed you.
Tested you, modified you.
Trained you, toughened you with violence.
The purpose is their amusement.
The result is your death.


It's your first day in the Colosseum. You are filled with energy, ready for the fight in mind and body. All of the days building yourself with mock battles against other gladiator Pokemon, all of the tests your masters ran and used to make you perform at your absolute best, all of the mental preparation to remove fear from your soul. It all boils down to this. The energy cage you're held in finally leaves the colosseum entrance tunnel, but you don't blink in the light of the sun, and you don't flinch under the roar of a crowd filled with bloodlust. The Humans are cheering and shouting for you and at you, waiting to see the violence they came for, waiting to win or lose the bets they placed on you, waiting, sometimes, to make a profit as a parasite living off the energy of the crowd. But your eyes fix on the Pokemon at the other end of the arena. They are a gladiator, just like you. They've been through everything you have since you were sent to the Colosseum- The Grand Masters often put two new Pokemon in the arena together. The energy cage comes to a halt, and you gaze at the other Pokemon. The countdown begins. The energy cage begins to wane. The crowds scream. But your heart slows down it's beating as you stare into the eyes of your opponent, and they stare back. You recognise them. You know them. You fought them in the training arena, you were with them when the Humans tested you, you heard the commands their master gave them to prepare them. You're not going to be attempting to defeat an enemy- You are going to be striving to murder a friend.

The countdown ends. The cages vanish. You rush forward with a cry of violence, and the bloodshed begins.









I posted in the wrong forum :C! Ignore please.