Brigitte
```The star of the show & the star of his region have taken the stadium!```
Donna
"Alright, run it from the top. One, Two, Three, And...!"

The stadium explodes with sound as a cyclone of leaves and flowers spreads through the area from a center point in the middle of the arena. A large Venusaur can be seen as the main cause of this foliage fortune. From the wings of the stadium came two bright lights: One coming from the centerpiece of a washing machine and the other from a shining blue tag as they floated and bobbed down to shine their lights on a previously unseen figure: A man with tanned skin, blue and black hair, and a stylish golden, black, and blue vest suit. As he turned to the lights, he jumped backward as vines encompassed his waist, throwing him into the air. Suddenly, jagged rocks thrust themselves from the ground and the performer jumped from one to another, smiling as he did so. Soon, two paths of ice forged from the last landing, giving Luxio an entryway back where he started. As he landed, seven different energy beams shot from the back of him in various effects: A blast of fire, a solar beam, a beam of fossilized meteors, an ice beam, a line of water, a bolt of lightning, and a psychic beam. Soon, the Magmortar melted the ice and burned the rocks to a deep black color. After this, each member of Luxio's team jumped onto a different platform, striking a pose as Luxio, now in the middle of the rocks, did the same.
Paulette
Quincy, being the absolute grump he was, dragged his feet behind him with each step he took along the street. His shoulders hung low with poor posture, both of his hands idling inside the comforts of his dark gray hoodie. For anyone who was to walk past the man, if they didn't know his title, which many on the island did not, they would've most likely mistaken him for a street bum. Quincy didn't mind though, the expression on his face showing little to no emotion.

Passing a stadium, a large explosion of all different types of light and matter caught the champion's attention. *Was there a battle taking place?* He wondered, his body turning to face the entrance of the stadium. *Are the trainers strong?* His thought process was based solely around battling, for that was the reason why he came here to begin with. Now reaching for the handle of the entrance, Quincy swiftly opened the door!.. Only to be greeted by a man preforming with his.. Pokemon? 

This caught him off guard, having seen nothing like this in his region. Taking a step closer in awe and wonder, he tilted his head, damn near discusted by what he saw. 

"What a waste of such.. Powerful pokemon." He muttered under his breathe, his mindset seeing no other use for Pokemon rather than for battling. What other use did they have to offer? This.. Was off-putting. Then, while he was in the process of trying to comprehend what exactly he was watching unfold before him, the stadium door closed behind him, a loud thud echoing.
Donna
"Alright, excellent composition everyone! Chill, you might need to use more of a slicker Ice Beam than a constructed one so that Scorch can melt it easier & quicker." The Pokémon nodded, looking between each other in understanding. As he continued to give comments and critique, he heard the door slam, causing both him & his Pokémon to turn toward the area of sound. He makes a signal towards his partners to wait for him as he goes to check the doors. As he does so, he calls out, projecting his voice towards the outside area. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He waits for a response as his team watches anxiously.
Paulette
The Tyrant champion stood there in silence, the only noise coming from him bring the squeaky friction between his boots and the slick floor that lined the bottom of the stadium. His eyes moved between the different Pokemon as the preformer talked to each of them using their *Nicknames*. The use of nicknames made a bad taste form in Quincy's mouths. Pokemon.. Had names for a reason.

The lack of lights being turned on practically made his dark attire invisible. When their attention suddenly shifted to him, he stared at them from shadowed darkness in the stadium. Sighing, he stepped out into the light to show himself. 

"Quite the show you got here!" Says the champion in a sarcastic manner, his voice being horse and raspy, hands coming together in loud, slow clap. "I'm curious," He hummed, eyeing the man over with a perked eyebrow, "Is like.. The circus in town, or?.." He trailed off, awaiting a response.