>Someone who worked with animals ends up in the pokemon world
>Compared to wild animals, pokemon are so easy to read that they're like open books. 
>With easy communication, prior knowledge of pokemon, and trainer sex as motivation, a champion level team is raised in no time. 
>Whole world shocked when some nobody who started training at least a decade late blitzed a regions gyms, steamrolled the league tournament, and dethroned the champ.



>Norman grits his teeth as his Spinda stumbles one final time and falls to the packed dirt of the gym floor, out cold.
>”Spinda is unable to battle! This round goes to Anon and Absol!” the ref cries
>His first Slaking, Kangaskhan, Chansey, and now Spinda are knocked out, leaving him with just his second Slaking.
>His whole team, felled to just a single pokemon. Never in his career as a gym leader has this happened. 
>Across the area, an Absol calmly sat. The Disaster pokemon is unmarred save a few scratches and spots of dirt and singed fur. The pokemon almost seems bored.
>Absol blinks it’s red eyes and turns to it’s trainer. “Ab..?” It says in a decidedly female voice. 
>”Don’t worry, hun. I told you that the gyms would be underwhelming until we got to the late ones. You’ll get the chance to prove yourself. I promise.”
>Mollified, the Absol returns her attention forward.
>Norman grits his teeth even harder. 
>The bastard behind the Absol has the gall to smirk.
>When some nobody who started as a trainer so late scheduled a gym battle with him, Norman expected an easy win. He even had his apologetic “You’ll become powerful one day” speech ready!
>Instead he got... This. 
>The trainer, Anon Ymous, lets his smirk grow. “Something on your mind, Mr Norman? You seem troubled.”
>”I don’t like how you’re not taking this seriously,” Norman admits, returning Spinda to it’s ball and fingering his last pokeball. “I know I’ve already lost, but I would have enjoyed the respect that comes with your full power.”
>Anon raises an eyebrow and shares a look with his Absol. “Huh. Are you sure about that? If Absol really lets loose...” He lets the ominous statement hang.
>”I’m sure.”
>The unknown trainer’s smirk morphs into a grimace. “Don’t say you weren’t warned...” He crosses his arms and sighs. “I come here for a quick badge and now the gym leader wants one of my girls to maim his last pokemon... Fuck, man,” he grumbles.
>”Leader Norman! Please send in your last pokemon!” The ref calls.
>”We’re not going down without a fight!” Norman cries. “Go! Slaking!”
>Norman wings the ball in his hand to the field, where a Slaking materializes in a bright flash of white light.
>Slaking stands slowly and sets his face into a look of grim determination.
>The gymleader quickly tries to come up with any sort of strategy, but his concentration is broken in the instant he hears: “Absol, use Return.”
>The gym windows shatter when the thunderous sonic boom blows them out. In one instant, Absol is resting on her laurels. The next, she’s a streak of white crashing into Slaking like a meteor upon the earth.
>Poor Slaking’s eyes bulge as he’s lifted off the ground and thrown into the wall with a sonic cone trailing him. The reinforced concrete of the gym wall spiderwebs, throwing dust and stone concrete fragments everywhere when the massive pokemon’s bulk caves it in.
>Both Norman and Anon cover their faces to protect themselves from the storm of dust.
>A minute passes, and the dust settles.
>Slaking is on the ground in a dead faint, his entire back one giant bruise with imprints from the steel rebar in the wall. 
>Norman’s jaw drops as he looks between the nearly foot deep indent in the wall and his passed out pokemon, who took only one blow to be knocked unconscious.
>”I... I don’t...” Norman gripped his head and wondered when he stepped into some unreal alternate reality.
>”S-Slaking is unable to battle... The winners are Absol and Anon Ymous...” the ref weakly calls.
>Anon lets out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. “So I guess we earned that badge, right?”
>The challenging trainer didn't begrudge Norman when the thrown badge hit him square between the eyes.