Ok well, I couldn't resist from adding to it. I realized I needed to improve on some things, so I hope this next part helps.
PART 2: CRUSHING DREAMS AND CRUSHING POKEMON!
"Cheren?" I struggled to mutter. He gazed down at me, his face drenched in sweat. A look of pride swept across his face. He smiled. This was the last thing I could bear before I wanted to destroy him. I felt an internal fire burn with the passion of a thousand suns. I forgot all about my injuries. I leaped up, dust covered and sweaty. He laughed with a sickening snicker. I couldn't bear him trying to defeat me again. Alder stepped back, clearly realizing what his place was in this stare down. I felt like killing Cheren, not just making him black out. I WANTED WHAT HE DESERVED! He met my gaze again. We knew what we both wanted: victory. He threw out his Unfeazent. Expecting this, I fired out my Gigalith. I knew he was faster, but luckily, my quick claw kicked in. I told my Gigalith to rock slide that demon bird. He, of course, did. The Unfeazent was crushed under my rocks. This time, it was dead. Cheren's look of pride was quickly replaced with shock and anger. "WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?" He screamed. He collapsed next to his lifeless bird. "Because your pokemon's fate is the same as yours! ALL DEAD!" I retaliated. He didn't stay mourning for long. He wanted to avenge Unfezent. He sent out his Simisage. Knowing this thing would kill my gigalith, I called him back and sent out Darmanitan. The Simisage used Seed Bomb. Predictable, as always. My darmanitan was faster, obliterating this monkey with one flare blitz. Although Darmanitan was hurt, it was nothing compared to Simisage. Cheren threw him aside along with Unfeazent. His tears started to flow more greatly than ever. Before he sent out his next pokemon, my adrenaline started to wear out. I was brought down to my knees, heart racing. Alder was too scared to even come close to me, so I was left on my own. He sent out his second to last pokemon: Liepard. My Darmanitan had hammer arm, so, of course, that is what I used. Unfortunately, his Liepard had fake out. My darmanitan was now half health. He tried to KO with Night Slash, but I lived and killed his overgrown cat. By now he was sobbing. His last pokemon: Emboar. The pokemon that had been with his since day 1. I felt bad for this guy. I know that if Serperior was dead, I would be crushed. I didn't want to kill this boar. I sent out my Seismitoad. I used drain punch, bring this thing to about half health. He tried to use take down, but it missed. I used drain punch one more time, making it faint but not die. He fell down, tears falling onto his starter. He looked at me, face flustered and angry. By now, I was laying down, adrenaling fully depleted from me. I told him, "Maybe next time." I knew there was never going to be a next time. I had killed most of his team, leaving only a damaged Emboar. He would have to basically start all over again. He then blacked out, right there on his mostly dead team. Alder cautiously walked over to me. "That was a terrible, yet courageous thing you just did. You showed him right, nearly killing you. But, in return, his team is now only his starter. You two will never be remotely friends ever again. He will never forgive you." "I know," I replied. "That doesn't really bother me right now."