Bad Start Bro

[Iwamura Takeshi]

Iwa was just minding his own business walking on the path which led towards the Lab, he didn't really have any intention on getting in any trouble but naturally he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just the kind of thing he was faced with constantly, always having the worst of luck with his iron fists. He had not thought about the fact the scientists were looking out of that laboratory since he was actually very close, within sight at the very least. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he suspected he would be made a fool of one way or another because so far today had been going pretty well.

As he was approaching the lab, within at least 400 feet, someone bumped into him. Who had the nerve to actually be rude to him, with a shove like that he did not know, but knew whomever it was going to pay dearly for that stunt. He walked a little faster, bumping into the guy who bumped into him, this continued to the laboratory before they stopped within 100 feet. Both were raging mad but had no idea why the other guy was being such a prick, though that didn't matter to him, he was not interested in all that stuff about why he was being a douchebag, all that mattered was that this guy apologized. "Heya Prick! Apologize to me!" Iwa shouted as though the person less than three feet away was more than a mile.

The boy picked some ear boogers out of his ear, as though he wanted to intentionally agitate Iwa by mocking him. This guy was seriously asking for a beating. By this time though, Iwa was hopping mad, this guy had no respect, and that was something you only got through experience. Iwa decided it would be best to show this guy how to learn respect through discipline. He didn't have his boxing gloves but still wore the bandages around his hands so he thought he would be fine. The boy looked extremely cocky, as though he had gotten into this school through money alone. Iwa always thought it would be fun the break a million dollar work of art, but this might be just as much worth, and who's to say the polished face of this rich kid could not be considered art?

He took off his red jacket and sported his well-toned chest, in addition to his pumping muscles. The boy obviously had realized by that time what he had set off. Though it might not look it from the surface Iwa was pretty nasty of a boxer, and would not stand for this insanity of disrespect. He didn't even realize or care that all of those in the lab were looking at him, and he was obviously going to beat the living shit out of this kid. He had very strong morals about respect, and nothing could cure them, so he generally got into a lot of trouble for fighting, even though it was how his father told him to live and how he encouraged him. His father always told him discipline was the road to respect, because even fear was able to cure ones disrespect, and after they realized how terrible they were they would reflect and come out as a better person later in life.

This fact in mind, or what seemed fact to Iwa, would be everything that he would channel into not only being a fighter, but a trainer as well. He did not take that many classes, but certainly was able to dish out punishment when he wanted to. This little prick of a person was not going to stand in his way as a disrespectful individual, he would learn respect right here and now. The boy started running, but Iwa's superiorly shaped body allowed him to catch the pompous bastard within ten feet. In actuality he had faced in front of him, the boy ran in the other direction which he then proceeded to trip the boy before finally looming over the boy, his muscular body barely feeling the pitiful kicks being blows to his buttocks as the boy wailed. He pleaded he was sorry and that it would never happen again, but he was not really sorry, he was just trying to get out of this, he had pulled the boy over to face him so the boy had to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, but you don't mean that and we both know it" He said, his words stung into the boy like one thousand needles of what was coming. With a swift punch square to the face, he could feel the earth around the boys head soften, after all it was not hard to begin with but it must certainly have hurt, the boy was bleeding well enough. Iwa had pulled out a handkerchief, threw it at the boys face and released him. The boy was basically crying his way back to the lab. Iwa didn't realize it was that close, or else he might have handled the situation a little differently. Though he knew what was coming, he had handled this situation before, actually many times before and knew how everyone would act and what they would say, but that didn't stop him from being honest. He had walked into the laboratory, the boy sitting on the couch with ice on his nose as he looked away already haughty again, it bothered Iwa, but maybe later in the year he would give the boy another nose job.

As the people stared at him, he shrugged them off, not caring what they thought because none of them understood what had really happened, all the boy was probably talking about was how he was the victim and how Iwa was just such a violent and terrible person. He knew their sob stories but didn't care much because he knew no matter how much he protested, they would never question the story of the one who came back first. If Iwa were to come back first and tell them all about how he had been victimized, they would not even think to stare at him as much as they were now, but he could not change that, and he knew it. All that mattered now was getting his first Pokémon. They could deny him a lot of courtesies but that was one thing he certainly would not be denied, no matter what he had done to that prick.

"So.... what are my options doc?" He said, he was never really told how to be respectful himself, but respect was a physical and emotional thing, not something society has made him think it was. He has a very pure vision that is to respect space, privacy, and spiritual boundaries. He didn't really learn much past that. His father was one who certainly had a warped vision oh reality and how things were. It was like he was stuck back in the eighteenth century or something. Even so he implemented this onto his wife and child. This had allowed Iwa to become the person he now is and he would not have it any other way no matter what.

[Lazarus]

Rank: Yellow

Pokemon: Skitty, Azumarill, Igglybuff