"He's down! Competitor Dushe's Sudowoodo has fallen at the feet of the desert tyrant!" The commentator's impassioned voice proclaimed Tyranitar's might.
The spectators were already entirely on one side.
Starting with his fourth Pokémon, Dushe had completely lost control of the match.
Although he had reacted quickly enough to withdraw Rapidash the instant Tyranitar appeared.
The Sudowoodo sent in to replace it, however, had suffered terribly...
Having inherited three rounds of Swords Dance, Tyranitar unleashed a single Earthquake that shook heaven and earth, and Sudowoodo went straight down. It had been utterly decisive...
Now Dushe only had Rapidash and Ampharos left...
Up on the main platform, even Lance felt a little sorry for Dushe. The boy had reached a dead end.
"Graaah!" Tyranitar raised his arms and roared: Who else?!
After getting pinned down and beaten by Nidoking and the others back home, Tyranitar had almost forgotten that he was an incredibly badass Pseudo-Legendary.
Suddenly getting to steamroll an opponent like this filled Tyranitar with strength!
How long had it been since he had really cut loose? Fighting felt so damn good!
Gary watched his opponent quietly. At this point, whether he chose to fight like a cornered beast or sensibly concede, either choice deserved respect.
"Ah..." Dushe took a deep breath and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I really can't measure up."
The referee checked his watch and raised a hand. "Competitor Dushe, please send out your next Pokémon, or I'll have to declare you the loser."
Dushe nodded apologetically, took out an empty Pokémon Ball, and threw it onto the field.
The audience erupted in an uproar. He had actually thrown an empty ball!
Under the battlefield rules, throwing an empty ball meant surrender. In other words, Dushe had abandoned resistance and chosen to concede.
The referee approached him and quietly