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Even within an organization of fellow criminals and murderers, there's a general understanding among each other that "We won't kill each other unless we betray Rocket." That's how criminal conglomerates and terrorist cells operate, off the understanding that "we're all brothers, thus its in our best interest to prop each other up." So to ask one of your "brothers" to fight without holding back, it would get you an intense experience sure, they would probably throw most of everything they could at you, but not everything. They wouldn't really set out with murderous intent in their hearts, that would be violating the implicit code that held such tenuous groups like this together. It violated tradition.
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So it was really a good choice that Gerald decided to challenge the most unhinged member of Rocket for the most authentic experience possible.
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The only courtesy that Xenon is willing to show the man is the announcement of her presence at the appointed time, a tin canister bouncing into the room and rolling to a stop at Gerald's feet. It shakes for a brief moment, before beginning to release a thick stream of smoke from its neck as the fuse finally burns down to the payload at its core. This is Gerald's only warning.
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The first attack comes from behind like all good attacks do, two beams of ghostly Night Shade arcing through the air at sharp angles aimed straight for Gerald's back, a haunting wail just barely hearable over the constant hiss of the gas canister at his feet. If he managed to dodge the killer strike, he would probably notice the spiked rocks floating in the air around him as he moved, Stealth Rocks that had been deployed the second the smoke in the room was thick enough to properly hide just where Xenon was attacking from. Those would undoubtedly be digging into his Pokemon the second he summoned them, she wanted to make sure he started off with as many handicaps as she could force onto him before the battle got started properly. Even once he dodged the first attack he would be able to feel the next danger approaching as the ground shakes under his feet, a gargantuan Scolipede Rollout heading in his direction unless one of his Pokemon was brawny enough to stop it, or at least redirect it.
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"Now, let the battle begin!"

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+ - Gerald Kaiser

As the tin canister bounced into the room Gerald tensed. Through sheer reflex he grabbed a Pokéball, and readied. But before he could even press the release button he noticed a haunting wail barely managing to reach the decibels of the hissing canister.

Still, it was enough. He ducked and rolled, barely avoiding the Night Shade.

For a brief moment he felt a tinge of confusion, but then he realized that Xenon was merely giving him what he wanted. And for once, her actions put a smile on his face.

As he rose from his roll, he felt the pointy end of rocks. Trapped in Stealth Rocks already? He pondered as a light shaking in the ground alerted him to the upcoming of something. He didn’t know what it was, but it couldn’t be good.

Gerald allowed his Pokeball to pop open revealing an Infernape who immediately felt rocks digging into it.

It growled in displeasure. By then it would be too late for the Fire primate to dodge the ROLLOUT. And so it clad it’s body in fire and jumped at the Scolipede with a FLARE BLITZ.



LOCATION: Rocket Training Grounds

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The beam of Night Shade dents the ground where he was just standing, a testament to the sheer power her Gengar was packing to leave such a mark in a facility designed to take this kind of punishment with nary a scratch. Even as she chased the future and the potential of the Ultramodern Paradoxes as she had coined, still the shadow of her past remains her strongest card. Not that she would ever acknowledge such a contradiction to her personal philosophy, not in any kind of future she could possibly imagine.
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Pointed stones dig into the Infernape's body with ruthless precision, doing their best to draw blood before the first blow can even be thrown and doing a fairly good job of scraping the monkey's skin up. Just enough to soften it up for the next attack, her Scolipede crashing into the raging primate's Flare Blitz with all the strength of a freight train. The clash between forces creates a shockwave that blows away the smoke ever so briefly, creating just a small window for Gerald to see where the next attack was coming from, a third Pokemon making its way towards the man with no mercy. The miscolored Metagross looks oddly cheerful as its four arms hum into action, throwing a combo of Thunder Punches and Ice Punches at him to force him on the backfoot once more.
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Except, no, that wasn't quite right. A trained eye could easily tell the Metagross was taking it easy on him, giving him enough room to summon yet another Pokemon to take it on. And the Gengar from earlier hadn't fired another Night Shade since the first. The point of the exercise becomes abundantly clear with even a iota of brainpower dedicated to it, this was training on multi Pokemon battling, Xenon's specialty. Coordination between upwards of three Pokemon at once, fighting wars on multiple fronts until one point of attack eventually made it through. It was just her style, a relentless offense that gave you no time to breathe or think, waiting for you to falter at one point and then focusing all her strength on that to break the opponent in a matter of milliseconds.
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"Now, let the battle begin!"

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+ - Gerald Kaiser

Infernapes monkey feet dug as deep into the flooring as the training ground allowed. It’s fire raging as it clashed with the Scolipede freight train. It released a strong powerful angry frenzied roar as it exerted itself.

But be that as it may it left Gerald wide open for the next oncoming attack. Luckily the smoke was blown away long enough for him to see the Metagross coming at him. Had it been a lesser grunt they might’ve found themselves dead. But not Gerald. He dodged as well as any Pokemon could. Still, dodging didn’t mean much, it didn’t push the victory and it meant he was still on the backfoot.

Fist clenched tightly as his natural instinct urged onto him the desire to fight back with a punch. But just as he was about to throw the punch something halted him. Was it perhaps the voice of wisdom accumulated in years past or was it something else? Whatever it was it came into play just quickly enough to feel the frigid cold of the next Ice punch flying by.

Shit that was too close. I need to do something about the number advantage.

And finally someone turned on the electricity to that big light bulb hanging over his head. And as he managed to dodge yet another punch from the Metagross a Pokéball fell to the ground. From it a whirling mass of lightning and electrical wiring.

Gerald didn’t need to speak a single command, whatever this situation was it was all too eager to jump headlong into it, trying to wrap itself around the Metagross using POWER WHIP as its means to do so.



LOCATION: Rocket Training Grounds