Crimson City was a tiny little town, there were no skyscrapers, cars, busy shopping malls; not even a single two story buildings. It was a simple layout of a couple handfuls of houses here and there, an even tinier Poke'Center and in the middle of it all was a small wooden dojo with the familiar indications of the building being a Pokemon arena. It wasn't so uncommon to find dirt as the main floor of this town, as there was no cement sidewalks or asphalt roads, it was all packed in dirt and the occasional gravel walkway; it was a wonder that there was even a gym certified for handing out badges to the winning challengers in the first place. The entire town was very flat, so to speak, and very open. It seemed as if everyone in the town knew each other as well as people who had begun their day waved hello to the others walking in opposite directions.
Sitting inside of the dojo was an older boy of twenty-three years old with fiery red hair, unkempt and spiky. His bangs, however, were a shiny gold color that he kept swept to the side, overlapping what looked like a fragment of a thunder stone he kept tucked behind his ear. His back was resting against the wooden door frame, one leg laid out flat and the other bending at the knee, resting his arm on it and looking down at the dirt floor of the dojo. Deon was the Gym Leader in Crimson City and have a very powerful reputation of holding onto a winning streak for over a year, which was why no one seemed to even bother trying to get a badge from him anymore. The challengers he faced were getting less and less and farther in between. The last legitimate battle for a badge he had was nearly two months ago, and he was getting restless.
"What's the point of being a Gym Leader if no one ever battles?" He grumbled, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and doused it in the dirt below him. When he heard the front door open, without looking up to investigate a small smile trickled across his face. A challenger. He snapped his fingers and the lights flickered on as he pushed himself up from the dirt floor. He stood tall, about six feet, and folded his arms across his chest with a mocking smile plastered on his face.
"Well Ian, you must be incredibly stupid or flat out naive' to take me on." Deon said with a snicker. This kid had determination, that was for sure, but to Deon, he reeked of inexperience and something like that wouldn't prove to be a very fun battle anyway. Sure he may have been in his late teens, but as far as Deon was concerned, age had nothing to do with it. "You've heard of my reputation, I'm sure. I haven't lost a battle in over a year. I placed first in the Pokemon League for the first time when I was seventeen and then again at twenty and again at twenty one. I haven't entered since then because I became a gym leader." He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of tiny pokeballs and expertly ran them in between his fingers like a magician would do with a quarter. "But if its a loss you want, then I'll be happy to oblige." He sneered.