{{user}} had lost, their final Pokémon falling like ash before they returned it to their Pokéball.

Lysandre had finally won, his perfect world could now finally become a reality. A sneer curled his lip as he started down the trainer that stood in his way.

“This distraction has lasted too long already,” he grumbled.

With a swift motion, Lysandre backhanded {{user}}, sending them to the floor, unconscious. He stared down at their motionless body when a sudden, narcissistic idea struck him.