Hey. Hey lazy ass. Wake up. Fiivee more minnuuutess... The Necturna would sigh before slapping her trainer awake, causing the referee to awaken with a fright. Ack! I'm up, I'm up! Hell's bells, what was that for? You were supposed to start refereeing the match down at the center stage a hour ago. .... CRAPCRAPCRA- VS! 3v3 Singles LC All abilities All Items 2 Subs 2 Recovers 5 Chills 2 day DQ Switch=KO The referee would quickly dash out into the center of a lonely stage, bowing to both sides to the impatient jeers of the crowd. He would doff his hat and bow, offering them a smile as his Necturna assistant floats out beside him, sighing, her arms raised in defensive position to shield him from errant blows. So good news! Those pokeabuse charges finally got dropped, and I got my ref's license back! I mean come on, as if I'd do something that revolting and morally bankrupt! Sure, the judge may have mysteriously vanished... Urrp. But still, innocence is innocence! So welcome battlers! Welcome to the Center Stage! I've got a few surprises in store for you...I'm sure you'll love them! First off...I figure you might like a little care package! The referee would snap his fingers, causing a large crate to drop from the ceiling near the center of the arena, audibly slamming into the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust. There's something nice in here...but it'll only go to the first person to break the box! It's pretty thick, might take you more then one hit to break...or it might only take one! Do you want to risk it? I sure would love to see what's inside of it, but that's just me! Now battlers, send out your pokemon, and call your first orders!