Big Trouble in Little Kalos

Nick: Shade, do you know where we can find this place so we can rescue Mali?

Shade: She's not been kidnapped, she's been persuaded, convinced...charmed. If we go in now and carry her out, she'll only hold contempt for us. We have to go in covertly, and wait for an opportunity to show her that everything about this is bad news.

Mark:How do we go about sneaking in?

Nick: *Sighs* I guess you're right about how we shouldn't force her.... I guess we'll need some sort of disguise.....

Mark: *thinks* Artie. While I was away I caught a smeargle.

Shade: Well, you two will need a disguises. No one will even see me.
(later, after building up disguises, the three venture to a shack in a run-down part of town)
Shade: I won't accompany you inside. I'll be watching from hidden vantage points. Good luck. *goes into some nearby bushes*

Mark: Nick are you ready?

Nick: Yeah, I'm ready...

Mark leads the way to the gate and gives the password.

>.>
No one said anything about a password, Razor

uh...yes I did. well, sort of. But I didn't say shit about a "gate".

Shall I?

(As per their instructions, they ask for Carl, and tell him "Battle Forever". After which, he leads them to a hidden elevator, taking them down to a large basement area, filled with jeering and cheering crowds, a bar, a few shoddy-looking PCs, a PokeCenter machine, a betting booth, and a battle ring in the center.)

Mallow looks scared and shudders.
Mark:Calm down buddy.

Nick: Put that goomy back in its ball. It doesn't need to be out.

Mark:Fine.*recalls Mallow*

(a man in a black t-shirt with long hair approaches the two)
???: You trainers? Entrance fee is 500. Betting? Booth is over there. Otherwise? Get out.

Nick: Yeah, yeah, we're going to the betting booth....

man: And I saw that goomy. No Pokemon allowed out on the floor unless they're in the ring. Got it? Keep that slimeball in its ball, or there's gonna be problems.

Nick: Don't worry, I told this guy to put it away.... *Walks over to the betting booth*

Mark follows him.

announcer(over speakers, Violette's voice): And next up is a newcomer all the way from Hoenn Region, Malika, starting out with a violent-looking Pacharisu, facing up against our regular champion, Bertram and his hardy Geodude! Make your way to the betting booth, or to the ring in the center if you're just in it for the thrill of battle!

Mark: I hope she can handle this.

Nick: Shit....it's worse than I thought.... *Makes a tiny bet for Mali to win before rushing over to view the arena*

(in the ring, the Pacharisu dodges a rock tomb from the Geodude, and darts up for an Iron Tail, knocking it out)
Mali: *standing on one end of the ring, and her opponent in the other* Yesss! Don't judge a Pokemon by its type, folks!
Bertram: *looks annoyed at Mali* Finish it. What are you waiting for?
Mali: ...huh?
Bertram: No one told you? These are fights to the death.
Mali: But I....I can't kill your Pokemon!
(the crowd falls silent as Mali utters these words, and all eyes are on her)
Bertram: That's the rules.
(Violette appears behind Mali)
Violette: This isn't the league, little miss island girl. You have to kill to win.
Mali: Or what?
Violette: Oh, we have ways of ..."molding" the soft clay.
(a few huge, burly men approach Mali from behind, seemingly at Violette's command)

Mark:Nick What do we do?

Nick: Only thing I can do...
Knowing that he'd have to do something quickly, he grabs two of his Pokeballs and immediately sends out Andrew and Mikayla, now fully evolved into Charizards, who roar loudly as they stomp down next to Mali.