A young girl sat in the crowd alone as she was watching all of the performances. She heard there was a man that could pick up a Snorlax. She thought it was interesting, so she came to see for herself. She was lucky to even afford a ticket. Anywho, the girl stared blankly at the performances, waiting for the “superhero” as she called him.
It was his que, he heard the ringmaster say his name. He breathes deeply before looking onto the stage. His Snorlax sat, wanting to go back to the old days when he used to battle. Red gave him a sympathetic glance. He too wanted to be a trainer again, but those days were long past.
He goes into the ring, forcing a smile on his face as he waved to everyone. They wouldn’t know the pain he felt. They just came here to laugh at him and call him a freak. But without the time he used to gain his strength, they could have been in real big trouble. Red resented the crowd, but he tries not to show it. His Trainer days were long over.
“You ready, boy?”
“Snooooorlaaaax....”
“I know buddy...I wanna go back too.”
He reaches under the Pokemon before carrying it over his head without breaking a sweat. The ringmaster’s voice echoed in his head to keep smiling. He forces another smile as the crowd cheered. Sadly...his act still wasn’t done yet. After picking up a row of seats in one hand, balancing a arm weight on his palm, and breaking open a couple of stones, the crowd goes wild. Red still tries to smile, but his heart was full of sadness, regret, and rage.