A/N: Holy crap, it's finally here. I spent a lot of time hemming and hawing, but I finally decided that far too many stories get killed by trying to lengthen them out, so it was times to just get to the end of it. Then I procrastinated for several months. Whoops!

Also, Lance may come off as way too cold and calculating. I blame this on my mind replacing him with Gunstar Green in every single scene he's in for no discernable reason. Thanks a lot brain.

Also, for effect, play your epic music of choice when it gets to that point. You know...THAT one. You'll know when you see it. I suggest the Gurren Lagann theme song.

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Still extremely cheery from his success at the Pewter gym, upon reaching his home Mason kicked the door open with far more force than necessary, which immediately attracted the attention of all the other members of his family for a few moments before they returned to their business.
"Mason, there is such a thing as knocking, you know," his mother scoffed, having done her unnerving teleportation thing to immediately appear beside him upon his breach of tactfulness.

"B-but mum," he began, stuttering a little from his excitement, "Look!" He victoriously thrust his hard-won gym badge upwards into his mother's face, light glinting off of it for a brief instant.
She drew a blank for a moment, then recognized what it meant. "Oh!" she clasped her hands together and smiled joyfully. "Mason's won his first gym badge!"

"Holy crap, really?" Natalie whirled about in her seat, her expression a mixture of surprise and utter disbelief before getting up and joining the others by the door, taking the badge and carefully scrutinizing it as Mason's father somewhat belatedly joined the circle. "You didn't forge this, did you?" she asked suspiciously after a moment.

"NO" he replied with a roll of his eyes as he promptly snatched his badge back.

A few minutes later, the entire family was sitting in a chinese buffet, eating in celebration of Mason's success. They had to get an extralong table so they would have enough chairs to accomodate Mason's two pokemon. This earned them quite a few looks of skepticism, but they were easily shrugged off.

"WOOOOOOOO" Natalie cried, loudly clanking her mug against Mason's small cup in celebration of his success, earning them several more annoyed leers. Mason smiled awkwardly, well aware of how aggravating they were probably being to the regular folks, and turned his attention back towards his pokemon. Randy had to have his chair scooted up all the way next to the table just so he could reach the table; he had gotten his head and forepaws up onto it, but was sniffing the large plate of food in front of him suspiciously rather than climbing up more so he could actually eat.

Viola, on the other hand, hardly even needed her chair, seeing as how she was currently flopped onto the table voraciously shoveling food into her gaping mouth, sometimes slopping it onto the table. Seeing as how Zubats feed mainly on other creature's blood and the occasional carcass, they really don't have time to develop table manners. Noticing her trainer looking at her, she immediately broke into a wide, food-filled smile and gave the best equivalent of a thumbs-up gesture she could, which Mason promptly returned.

"Ugh, such ruckus," one of the few diners in the sparse buffet mumbled to himself as he turned back to his book and cheap cup of noodles.

"TO MASON!" the two parents chorused, slamming their mugs together in an act of blatant rucksery and disgregard towards everyone around them. Evidently, they had a bit too much to drink.

"Eh, what?" the man immediately responded, turning around to get a better look at the family causing so much trouble. Sure enough, there was a pudgy, petulant little boy, sitting on his chair with a satisfied smile on his face. The very same pudgy, petulant little boy he had bequeathed a zubat onto a few days earlier.

"Ah, what a coincidence!" Professor Oak exclaimed cheerily as he unexpectedly sidled up to to the table, Mason not noticing as he was bent over his plate.

"Hiiii, Oak" the two parents cheerily proclaimed in a somewhat muddled tone of voice, causing Mason to snap his head up in sudden realization of who it was. Oak suddenly felt a deep pang of nervousness as he thought of just how irritable Mason may still be.

"Oh, hi professor!" Mason smiled as soon as he swallowed the enormous lump of food stuffed in his cheeks. Professor Oak quickly covered his sigh of relief and leaned on the table.

"So, may I ask what the occasion is?" he asked, spreading a smile as he slowly eyed the feast before them.

"Mason won his first badge!" Mason's mom chirped happily.
"With a zubat." Natalie added pointedly before inhaling a large chunk of beef. Oak's smile widened even further.

"Well, Randy too," Mason added, giving the tiny rodent a pat on the back. He didn't pay much attention. "Though Zubat really managed to own that Onix." Viola smiled again before returning to gorging.
Oak blinked. "You didn't name your zubat?" he asked.

"Um...no. Not really, come to think of it." Mason paused. "Huh." He then returned to eating.

"Hmmm. Actually, that's sort of ironic." Oak said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Mason stopped again and looked at him somewhat bewilderedly.

"Why? What's that mean?" He inquired with a tinge of nervousness.

"Well," Oak began, temporarily reverting back into his professory self as Mason put another forkful of food in his gob, "Scientific observation of zubat social interaction has concluded that due to the large social colonies zubat live in, every individual zubat is given a name to differentiate itself from the rest of the group, very much like us." Mason chewed thoughtfully as his little ten year old mind slowly processed just what the hell Professor Oak was saying.

"Wait, so my zubat already had a name and I just didn't know it?" he finally concluded after about two minutes of thought.

"Precisely. Unfortunately, we haven't yet developed technology to translate pokespeech, so we don't really know what kind of names Zubat give each other-" Oak trailed off when he saw Mason had turned back to Viola, who still had her tiny head bent over her plate.

"Hey, um, so, what's your name?" he asked her awkwardly. Viola looked up at him in surprise, then opened her mouth happily to talk but was interrupted by Mason sheepishly reminding her "Um, I can't speak zubat." Viola promptly closed her mouth and frowned, thinking of how to solve this dilemma as Mason watched on. She slowly looked around her surroundings like a detective looking for clues before settling on a pair of chopsticks. Awkwardly propping herself up, she hobbled over to a particularly rice-laden plate and started etching out letters in the food as Mason squinted to try and make sense of the near inscrutable handwriting (or wingwriting, in this case).

"Viola?" he asked, slowly sounding out each syllable. Viola nodded vigorously. "Huh. That's a nice name. Um... sorry about the Zoobutt stuff earlier." Viola simply smiled and tacklehugged him.

That was many months ago. As time progressed, Mason and Viola slowly but surely managed to make their way up the ladder of trainership.

It probably could have gone a bit faster if they didn't keep on returning home all the time, especially after Viola evolved into a golbat and learned Fly, but whatever. Would you abandon your family for months at a time if you were ten years old? Didn't think so. Douchebag.

Despite their growing skill and bond, however, they rarely managed to find more trustworthy partners, as they kept on running off, evading capture, and just generally being assholes. Throughout the whole thing, only one more pokemon managed to drift into their team-quite literally, in fact, seeing as how it was a Tentacool.

Regardless of how the odds were stacked against the team of three in a six-pokemon-team world, they managed to struggle, strategize, and eventually overcome whatever came at them, pushing boulders, crossing water, chopping down trees, and shooting weird beams. Before long, Victory Road was conquered, and only the final trial remained before them.

At long last, the climax was mounting.

Mason was nearly breathless-both from having fought through the first three members of the Elite Four, and being in shock that he had managed to get past the first three members of the Elite Four and how close was coming to the end. Lance, the leading member of the official Master Trainer challenge, was standing silently across the room, arms crossed, scrutinizing the young boy carefully as he pondered the next move and possible counterattacks. His face was emotionless-while it was true he was coming at him with a team of three extraordinarily common pokemon, he had already managed to take out all but one of the Dragon Master's pokemon (though Mason had been quick to point out a majority of them were not, in fact, dragon types). He fingered his last pokeball warily.

"Do you wish to switch pokemon?" he asked, his voice echoing in the unnaturally large room. Seeing as how this was the battle against the best, the room for the fight had to be made almost twice the size of an entire gym to accommodate all the ludicrous shit likely to happen. Mason nervously took a glance at his current fighter; Randy, now evolved into the homocidal ball of fuzz that was Raticate, chattered his large teeth together, glancing back at Mason with a "C'mon, let's do this thing!" expression, despite the harsh battle with Gyarados he had engaged in only minutes earlier.

Mason, however, knowing what was coming up next, opted otherwise and quickly swapped him out for Gerardo the shiny Tentacruel (Yes, he was lucky enough to get the one shiny Tentacool out of a literal sea of them), which prompted Lance to almost immediately release Dragonite. Despite it's uncannily Barney-esque appearance and unintimidating roar (sort of a "bwuuoh" sound) Mason knew better than to underestimate it.

About five seconds later, Mason's command rang out, and Gerardo blasted an enormous beam of ice from the green jewel on his forehead directly towards the unassuming dragon, who's small wings managed to quickly lift it off the ground and into the air, a large stack of icicles erupting from the ground where the beam missed. Dragonite then proceeded to go into a slow loop around the area, carefully sizing up Gerardo like the condescending, pretentious bastard he is as Lance stood silently in thought.

The whole thing was entirely too silent, as far as Mason was concerned. There was no blaring battle music, no dramatic speeches, no roared-out commands. There was no doubt in his mind; this was definitely trouble.

"C'mon, Gerardo, keep blasting!" Mason cried, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing in his voice. Gerardo complied, firing ice beams at the dragon as it quickly picked up speed and elaborately weaved through the storm of blasts as ice erupted from the walls all about it, flying like some sort of bird of prey or perhaps a jet rather than the portly cartoon dinosaur it was.

"Keep flying, Dragonite. Attack only when you see an opening." Lance commanded, knowing that he was in dangerous territory at this point. Dragonite nodded, flying faster as the storm of ice continued, Gerardo getting noticably more violent in demeanor as the facade went on, a thick ring of crystals starting to cover a portion of the walls. Mason immediately developed a lump in his throat saw what Lance was going at-once Gerardo had wearied himself out, he was going to most likely kill (er, KO) Gerardo in one shot. But if he stopped firing, Dragonite would get off an attack anyway. Things were definitely not good.

Fortunately, Gerardo evidently played Space Invaders a lot as a young jellyfish and began firing at where his foe was going to be instead of where he was. In an instant, the chase was over, as a blast of cyan suddenly caused one of Dragonite's wings to completely freeze over, stopping it in its tracks as it plummeted towards the ground. Lance was evidently taken by surprise as Dragonite slammed hard into the ground.
Mason's heart jumped into his throat as the prospect of victory came into sight.

"DRAGONITE, THUNDER!" Lance's voice roared. Dragonite slowly started struggling to its feet as a large ball of electricity began forming above Gerardo's head. Mason looked up.

"No! LOOK OUT GERARDO!" AND HE POINTED UP TO THE TOP OF THE SKY

GERARDO FREEMAN LOOKED UP AND SAID "NO!"

The sphere pulsed once, and a massive pillar of electricity blasted down from it, completely engulfing the jellyfish as it wailed in pain. Mason stared in blank horror as the blinding light of the electricity lit up the room. Though it was only a few seconds, the sight of his teammate getting horribly fried seemed to go on for an thunder ceased, and Gerardo, utterly defeated, collapsed to the ground in a massive, squishy heap not unlike a beanbag chair in appearance.

Soon afterwards, a stomp sounding somewhere behind him, and Mason whirled around to see Dragonite get back on his feet, flex a bit, and with sheer muscle power, shattered the ice encasing his wing. He looked almost no worse for the wear at all. "Choose your next pokemon." Lance's voice echoed as the ruthless dragon type lifted off and resumed its position next to Lance, making another unintimidating "bwuuoh" sound as it flexed once more.

Randy, apparently having heard the sounds of Gerardo being shocked half to death, unexpectedly burst out of his pokeball, snarling, frothing and ready to unleash six different levels of hell on the draconian asshole who unmercifully slaughtered his friend, nearly knocking the shocked and horrified Mason on his rear end. "W-wait, Randy!" Mason shakily cried out, having been left extremely shaky from witnessing Gerardo's near-massacring only a few seconds earlier. "Maybe...maybe we should take a different approach or something-"

"I just don't want you to get hurt like Gerardo did!" he quickly added after Randy shot him a look that clearly shouted "Are you fucking serious?" coupled by a shout of "Ratti rat?!" (which literally translates to "Are you fucking serious?"). Mason tried to come up with a rebuttal, but the words lost form in his mouth.

"Alright, Randy, get in there." he said, getting back to his senses. "If you're not backing down, then I have no excuse to, being the trainer and all." He said, determination in his kiddy voice. He then paused. "At least, I think so. That's how it works, isn't it? Does that make sense?..."

But Randy paid him no mind as he stepped up, into the arena, Viola popping out to join Mason to watch and toss out a few words of advice. Nobody noticed the extremely skeptical eyebrow raise Lance did upon sighting the last member of his opponents team, least of all Randy, who was now only about one foot away from Dragonite, who had also taken to the ring. Randy looked up at his towering opponent with an utterly fearless look that would petrify a Geodude. After all, pretty much everyone knows that a Raticate, when properly aggravated, is basically reduced to a two-foot-tall ball of raging violence.

The gong or whatever the hell it was they used to signify battles starting went off, and, at Lance's command, Dragonite quickly began winding up his huge dino-fist as bits of flame appeared around it before erupting into a full-on blaze, leaving Dragonite fully prepared to deliver a fistful of flaming reptilian fury into Randy's face.

The face which, coincidentally, was right in front of him, and still completely covered with indignance and a complete lack of fear.
"Randy, don't try the dodge-at-the-last second counterattack! He's too smart for that one!" Mason cried out in panic, just moments before Dragonite, with a mighty "BWOOOOAAAR!", brought his Fire Punch crashing down onto the rat's face, engulfing the area with a wide sheathe of flame.

"...or...maybe you should have..." Mason stuttered out as he noticed an immediate lack of Randy quick-attacking out of nowhere as he had taken to doing so often.

"Cate rat?" ("You think?") a mildly singed Randy coughed out.

"Wait, wha-" Dragonite then winced in pain, and suddenly noticed that his fist was not, in fact, slammed into the ashen remains of a very large rodent.

His fist was, in fact, within the mouth of a singed, sharp-toothed, and VERY ANGRY very large rodent.

"BWOOWUAAARGH!!" Dragonite flailed its arm madly in a panicked attempt to get the surprisingly weighty Raticate off his arm, which only resulted in Randy burying his teeth deeper into his tough, scaly flesh to keep from being hurled across the room by Dragonite's immense strength.
"Randy, let go he flails towards himself!" Mason shouted, an opportunity suddenly springing to mind, much like how Randy himself nodded and sprung off of Dragonite's fist, sending himself tumbling towards his opponents chest, much to the dragon's surprise. With a small "THUD", he landed and clung fast to the befuddled pokemon. He looked up with a devious, beaming grin.

No, really, it was literally glowing.

"Now, SUPER FANG!"
In the blink of an eye, Randy had slammed his piercing teeth straight into the dragon's chest, breaking through its scaly underbelly and striking tender flesh.
Immediately, Dragonite burst into a loud, pained moan as energy began crackling around its body, sapping its energy with alarming strength as Lance looked on with a wide-eyed stare of surprise. Super Fang was, by far, Raticate's nastiest move, and Randy was giving it his all.

But before long, the crackling fell short, and the attack ended. Super Fang only depletes half of its opponent's energy, and Dragonite, though severely weakened, was still in the fight, and now, very annoyed. Randy shot a nervous glance towards Mason, who gave a sad smile and shrug, and quickly whipped out Randy's pokeball, ready to return him for a quick R&R so he'd still be available if needed.

"Randy, retu-"
"Dragonite, use Slam!" Dragonite promptly flopped over, slamming Randy into the floor with his immense girth, KOing him instantly. Raticate was not built for taking loads and loads and loads of damage, and Mason's heart immediately sank as Dragonite lifted itself off the floor, revealing a massive crater with a smashed, wounded Randy in the center. He could have sworn that he saw blood trickling out of Randy's mouth, too. Mason swiftly returned Randy to his pokeball and ran off to the corner of the arena, gently setting it down.

"Viola, go!" Mason shouted quickly, hoping he could hide the sheer horror he was feeling at the moment with fake bravado. "BAT!" Viola, ever-optimistic, completely fell for it and flew up joyfully to confront the dragon.

"It's all right if you surrender, you know..." Lance's voice floated across the room, suddenly silencing them and making them turn to face him, blankly awaiting for his input.
"You do remember Dragonite has Thunder, yes? You won't stand a chance. Your bat may be tough, but there's no way it's tough enough to withstand a full-on thunder attack." Lance's arms were still crossed, but his eyes and voice said it loud and clear; he was concerned.

"B-but.." Mason began, trying to find something to counter the obvious hopelessness of the situation.

"It's better to leave and come back later. You don't want your Golbat to get hurt as badly as your other two pokemon did, do you?" he continued, his voice smooth and persuasive. "I'll try not to be so harsh next time."

"It's to be expected," Dragonite added, in his booming poke-speak. "Such lesser pokemon cannot hope to stand up to one such as me." Viola, shocked at his apathy towards the well-being of her friends, gave him the most disgusted look she could imagine, but her attention was diverted when her ears picked up sniffling noises.

Mason had slowly began tearing up. Lance was trying to be nice, but the situation was clear; it really was hopeless this time. Viola hovered nearby sadly, concerned, but unable to do anything, as he started rubbing at his eyes with his shirtsleeve. Lance closed his eyes and returned the dragon to its pokeball.
As Mason dabbed his tears, he wished that he could go back and redo the whole thing. Back before he couldn't catch jack-crap for his team apart from a Tentacool, before back before all the embarrassment, back before-

Onix.

"No." Mason's voice rang out, surprising bat and man alike. (But not Batman. He is not surprised by anything)
"What?" Lance said, looking at him with a mixture of befuddlement and skepticism.
"I said no." Mason persisted, drying his tears and giving him the childish glare of impending death. "I'm not giving up. I came all this way, and I'm not backing down."

"I've been in a situation like this before," his speech began, Lance slowly uncrossing his arms to watch, dumbfounded. "And once again, it all seemed destined to fail." He made a vague gesture towards Viola, who shot him bit of a weird look. "But Viola followed me anyway. She believed in me even when I sent her up against something that seemed impossible for her to defeat." Viola raised her eyebrow even more. He really had thought it was impossible?

"She won, by the way." he added pointedly before continuing. "And from that point on, I understood. There's nothing that's impossible." he clenched his fist in determination.
"Even if it seems like there's nothing you can do, there always is a way. It's not a matter of type, or stats, or level, or...or anything else like that. Even when it's all against you, you have to try as hard as you can and believe you can get by."
He turned to Viola, whose expression had softened by a great deal. He paused, then spoke again.
"And Viola...if she believes in me..." Viola stared at him, awestruck at his newfound courage.
"I'LL BELIEVE IN HER!"

"Mason..."
A single tear of fell joy fell from the bat pokemon's eyes.

It was set off.
Beams of piercing light shot from Viola, engulfing her entire body and concealing her with a bright glow as everyone recoiled from the glare. As they looked on, shocked, it quickly became noticeable that her wings were changing.

"Impossible," Lance sputtered, uncertain. "This...this is..."

"..evolution?!" Mason finished, staring with awe as the silhouette of Viola's feet suddenly changed into a pointed wing shape.

"CRO..." Viola called out, her voice echoing and abnormal.
"BAT!" the light nearly exploded off of her, and, with a giant, fanged grin, Viola's new form appeared. What was once merely a flying, vampiric beast had tranformed into a purely streamlined, airborne menace, her feet having tranformed into a smaller pair of second wings, her normal wings expanding, and her once heavy, awkward body and had shrunk down to a size comparable to that of a normal Zubat.

Lance and Mason both gaped, awestruck. "To think that pure belief could cause an unrecorded evolution..." Lance remarked with wonder, carefully examining her from afar.

Dragonite stomped his foot and growled angrily, causing Lance to turn his attention back to him. "No matter. Your abnormal evolution will not affect the outcome of this battle." Mason, who had been similarly struck silent, turned to the dragon as Viola grimaced, baring her sharp fangs. They turned back to each other, gazing into each other's eyes (IN A NON-FURRY WAY, YOU DAMN POKEPHILES), before giving a quick nod and turning back to face their opponents, eyes hardened with determination.

After a few moments, a gong was rung for the final battle.

"Dragonite, use Thunder!" Lance yelled, though with less killing intent than before. Dragonite, however, showed no signs of such mercy, the thunderous orb swelling above Viola's head much faster than before, Viola seeming to make no attempts at dodging as Mason stood by and nervously watched the electricity grow before snapping to attention and calling his command.

"Quick attack!" Mason cried uncertainly.

A moment later, Viola had instantly closed the gap between the two opponents and slammed violently into Dragonite's stomach as the electric pillar crashed down behind her. Dragonite, knocked breathless, couldn't react as Viola then lunged again, battering him nearly senseless with a series of wing attacks. Unfortunately, it was only NEARLY senseless; Dragonite was active, and he was angry.

Roaring nonsensically about peons or somesuch, he reared back, fists suddenly bursting into flame, and delivered a flurry of jabs, hoping to eventually get her cornered. Viola effortlessly dipped, weaved, dodged and generally evaded his blows, flashing her winning smirk all the while. Her smirk faded when she noticed the shadow of the massive dragon looming even larger than before; his whole lengthy jab manuever was merely a ruse. Dragonite, arms outstretched, had leapt up and was hurtling down upon her for a devastating slam attack. However, despite his amazing powers of fat, he was unable to stop Viola from dodging this with extreme ease as well by darting up towards the ceiling, resulting in him getting a taste of delicious tiled flooring as he created a rather large crater from the impact.

Quickly stumbling to his feet, he glared up at Viola, who was bearing the biggest assholish grin he had ever seen.

"So be it," Dragonite growled through gritted teeth as his wings started flapping furiously. "The skies shall be our battlefield!" With that dramatic declaration, he launched off the ground, hurtling towards Viola at the same ridiculous velocity he had demonstrated so helpfully earlier. Quickly removing her grin and wheeling crazily out of the way, Viola was barely spared a brutal bodyslamming as the bulky reptilian overlord whizzed by, braking and turning to face her with his mouth burning. Wasting no time, his mouth snapped open and a stream of blue flame burst from his mouth with a speed and ferocity similar to that of an angry cat that's been kept in a pet carrier for several hours, striking Viola and knocking her for a loop before she had time to react. The fires sizzled on her wings in a bizarrely angry manner for blue fire to sizzle, causing her intense pain before it finally fizzled out.

Viola, still wincing in pain, quickly shook her wings to regain feeling and glared angrily at the dragon, who was hovering a few feet away with a similar look of contempt on his face.

"Simpleton," he boomed, taking apparent enjoyment in wasting time with dramatic self-important speeches. "Do you believe you can beat one such as me? You are a mere bat-I am-" he was swiftly interrupted by Viola regurgitating a large gout of burning toxin into his face, causing him to roar in pain and bat at his eyes with his muscular yet clumsy appendages. In the time it took to painfully claw off the toxin, Viola had battered him with pair of close range wing attacks, knocking him off kilter as he flailed his wings desperately to keep aloft and not crash into the ground and was now experimentally biting him to find a good spot to leech some life from. Upon seeing that she regained his vision, there was a brief, awkward pause before she dug her teeth in as hard as she could and quickly retreated. Her retreat became even more quick upon seeing a series of glowing lights forming overhead.

Bearing what was clearly an "Oh, shit" expression, Viola shot away as fast as she can as a long series of thunderbolts came crashing down, the unfortunate bat having to swerve and dodge crazily to avoid the ever-increasingly frenzied storm of electricity that threatened to blast her out of the sky(and, possibly, out of existence, depending on how overzealous Dragonite was being at the moment), Mason and Lance watching in complete captivation, their role in the battle almost entirely forgotten as they fled to the sidelines in hopes of not getting fried by the occasional stray bolt as the assault continued to rage on. Viola was getting increasingly panicked as she continued to speed up in hopes of not getting fried, the harsh, jagged bolts continuing to burst from the heavens seemingly without end.

After what seemed like an eternity of running, the storm finally slowed down, and eventually ceased. Viola, ragged-looking and breathless, slowed to a stop, hovering in place to try and regain her energy. Looking back, she saw that in her efforts to get away, she'd wound up all the way across the room from her opponent.

She also noticed, with a horrible shiver of recognition, that a gloriously shining ball of light was forming in the dragon-type's mouth.

"Now..." he began, rearing his head back menacingly as his pupils glowed yellow.

"FEEL THE POWER OF THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION!"
With that roar, he whipped his head forward, blasting an enormous Hyper Beam at Viola with astonishing speed. It slammed into the wall as Viola once again crazily dodged, etching in a massive burn mark that would probably never come out. Viola gawked, then once again broke into a frenzied flight as the beam trailed along after her, Dragonite staring forward as he aimed the path of destruction along the wall.

Alas, nothing lasts forever. Especially not stamina.

Viola, exhausted from her earlier high-speed endeavors, gradually faltered, slowed down, and was engulfed by the Hyper Beam's path.

Mason screamed in despair. Just when it had finally seemed possible, everything once again fell apart. Viola was defeated, possibly permanently. Randy and Gerardo's attacks had been all for naught, and now he had to try and battle all the Elite Four all over again.

And why wouldn't Dragonite stop firing that damn beam?

"I-impossible" he mumbled to himself, eyes briefly losing their evil yellow tint.

Mason looked back up at the beam, and his eyes widened as he suddenly realized something.

While it was very close, the beam wasn't all the way against the wall. Something was holding it back.

"...Do you think I'll give up that easy?" Viola's voice echoed, Mason staring in relieved shock as he heard her voice(which of course sounded like a series of "cro"s and "bat"s).

Her voice continued to echo ominously throughout the arena. Though to the human bystanders it was merely an odd sort of rant, what it truly was was a massive speech about how Mason believed when no one else would, and how her compatriots bravely fell to weaken him, and all that stuff. She knew she couldn't let them down.

And she wouldn't.

With a massive explosion of energy, the beam blasted apart into a million fading specks of energy, revealing Viola-severely hurt, energy sparking through her fur, but still in the fight. Dragonite stared, shocked, as she coughed several times before fixing a weary, yet determined gaze on him before her wings started glowing ominously, drawing in the sparking energy and the few remaining particles leftover from the Hyper Beam.

Absorbing the leftover energy, she managed to instantly charge up a powerful sky attack and let loose, rocketing across the vast arena straight towards the dragon with amazing speed.

Dragonite, now panicked, let loose with another frantic flurry of lightning bolts, which she swiftly began weaving through with much less effort than before, bearing that same determined glare of "YOU WILL DIE HERE AND NOW" as the distance between the two shortened dramatically. Even more panicked, Dragonite quickly degenerated into the real-life equivalent of buttonmashing, hurling blue fireballs and lightning everywhere, eyes widening as Viola effortlessly ignored it all and continued streaking across the arena towards him. As a last ditch attempt, he breathed in deeply, releasing a massive shroud of fire-

And before he could react, Viola, moving at several hundred miles per hours, wings glowing with energy, and now on fire, had slammed her body, and fangs, straight into his chest with an amount of force roughly equal to that of a blue whale plummeting through the stratosphere.

He could do nothing but gasp and reel over from the colossal impact, as Viola drained the last tiny bit of life from him, putting the final nail in his coffin. His health was officially at rock bottom.

Slowly his eyes closed, and he began to plummet, the two trainers (now side by side) watching awestruck as the felled dragon-type picked up speed. Then they panicked when they suddenly remembered just how much your average Dragonite weighed.

When he hit the ground, the entire room shook and knocked them both on their asses. When they got back up, they noticed an extremely large crater left in the ground. Lance silently cursed about how much money he was going to have to spend to fix this. Upon hearing the sounds of the rejoicing of boy and bat, however, he decided that he could forget it for now.

Turning about, he saw the two cuddling, laughing, even crying with joy. To bring about victory from such a situation, and even a new evolution with their belief, Lance thought, smiling to himself, was the mark of a true champion.

"Congratulations," he said, smiling warmly at the two. "You and your companions are now official League Champions!"

Their joy was as limitless as their possibilities.

A lot of stuff happened afterwards; there was recording in the hall of fame, Randy and Gerardo being confused as hell over Viola's new evolution upon being healed, another celebratory banquet at behest of Mason's family, the Zubat residents of Mount Moon dropping by for awkward congratulations (much to the population of Viridian's confusion). Later, Mason decided to visit Professor Oak. He had only one thing to say.

"Everyone deserves a chance..."

"You were right," Mason said, him and Viola beaming happily, side by side.

THE END

SUPER SPECIAL EPILOGUE: A few seconds after greeting Professor Oak, he hoisted Viola inside and lots of research began. Mason became immortalized as both the first person to beat the shit out of Dragonite with a bat pokemon and the discoverer of a new type of evolutionary path.

Lots of people tried being nice to Zubats in hopes of getting that fancy newly-discovered Crobat of their own. However, none of them got Crobat because they all sucked and were only using the Zubats for their own benefit, which the Zubat quickly picked up on. Lots of blood-sucking occurred and all the Zubats were happy forever for not being looked upon as sucky Pokemon anymore.

Gerardo tried to serve as a representative of his jellyfish kind to try and let them get more recognition as well, but wasn't as successful. He tried dressing as a Power Ranger and beating up Team Rocket, but it eventually resulted in some messy business with the mafia. At least they'll always have the memories of that time when they went Godzilla on a city.

Super Fang became labeled as a cheap move by many and resulted in some tourneyfags bitching at Mason for using it to win. Soon afterwards they wandered into an area populated by Raticate. They were later found covered in bite marks and feeling very, very weak.

All across the globe, weak little Pokemon began to feel hope. They too now knew that as long as they have the willpower and belief, they too could become champions.

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A/N: Whew, that sure was a doozy! Took a hell of a long time to write. The thing is, now that this is finished, I'm not sure what to work on next. I don't really have any other fanfic ideas, so this may pretty much be the last of me on this site...

So, yeah. Dragonite's an asshole. Figured he should be, after I looked through my Pokemon cards again for nostalgia and noticed how evil he looked on my Dark Dragonite card. The card's description says that Dragonite's sometimes referred to as "The God of Destruction", so technically I'm not just pulling stuff out of my ass.

Also, can you tell I've been watching Gurren Lagann? With all the pure determination and faith and forgetting the odds and being a man, I might as well have just slapped a pair of giant orange sunglasses on Mason and Viola and called it a day. I was trying my hardest to be a bit more serious in my writing since it's the FINAL BATTLE, but I thought that it might detract from my natural style and result in it being too cheesy, so I mixed some goof in there occasionally.

Tell me what you all think, kay? Bye!