Barbara
Nyx, the Alolan wrestling queen, had burned the day away into small embers in search of her next protégé. From sunrise to sunset, the queen judged and mentored many eager fans blazing with passion. Many, eager to meet their idol, walked into the gymnasium with no skill and no actual chance of becoming Pokemon pro wrestlers. Some had practiced their moves, showing great strength and stamina. Others showed incredible charisma and a knack for showmanship. Nyx motivated them forward regardless of what they lacked. She was known for that, for her ever-present bubbliness, and for her drive to uplift her fans. "That was a good try, darlin'!" Nyx laced her words with dazzling allure—an in-between of sincerity and seduction that she pulled off with ease. She rose from her seat and strutted confidently towards her fan. Her hips swayed like a pendulum, rhythmically smooth yet powerful in their stride. "Next time," She paused, lifting her fan's chin with her black claws so that their eyes would meet, "I better see those wrestling moves perfect, kay?" Nyx relinquished her fan, laughing with lighthearted jubilation that lifted her admirer's spirit. In her usual bubbly manner, Nyx pulled her fan close to her and posed. "Smile, darlin'!" The wrestling queen commanded, drawing the fan close to her bosom as a black-clad Rotom phone snapped a few pictures. "Bye bye, baby!" Nyx waved goodbye to her fan as they walked away, dizzy and blushing from what they had just experienced.

A satisfied sigh rolled out of Nyx's lungs as Incineroar, her partner Pokemon, shut the gymnasium doors. "How many pro wrestlers in the making do we have left?" Nyx inquired while resting against the ropes of the state-of-the-art wrestling ring she had installed for the tryouts. Incineroar, ever the faithful partner, whipped out a clipboard and began counting under her breath. For some reason, Incineroar sported fake glasses akin to what a secretary typically wears. "Roar, incina, roar!" The feline fighter counted exactly three participants with her claws. Nyx smiled devilishly as an idea crept up in her mind. "Wouldn't it be cute if we treated these last three to a mini battle royale?" Nyx's eyes sparked with burning enthusiasm. Incineroar, not wishing to prolong the tryouts, growled disgruntledly. Nyx, not one to take that as an answer, playfully scratched the underside of Incineroar's chin with a single black claw. Incineroar, pleased with her trainer's display of affection, quickly renounced her previous opposition. "Let's show these sweet pies a good time, kay?" Nyx winked at her partner as she flung the gymnasium doors open, revealing herself to the last three participants. She did her usual displays of allure—a flick of her golden mane and a pose that was equal parts energetic and captivating. Hands on her hips, Nyx welcomed the three participants who stood before her.

"Alola, darlings!" Nyx exclaimed, decorating her words with the usual gesture that accompanied them. "As the final participants of the day, you three cutie pies are going to have a little battle royale with me!" Nyx kept her power pose, complimenting it with an inviting wink for her special participants. Incineroar, ever the polite partner, directed the three participants to go ahead and step into the wrestling ring. Nyx, eager to test their capabilities, waltzed ahead with a few backflips, followed by a reverse summersault into the ring. It was an impressive display of skill that Nyx brushed away with a captivating smile that invited all in her presence to join her in the world of battle framed by ropes. "Incina roar," The feline fighter beckoned the participants to join, but to do so in a far more orderly and less spectacular fashion. She seemed to be far more polite than the average Incineroar and went as far as to lift the ropes so that the participants could enter the ring with ease. Whether they followed Incineroar's cautious instructions or followed Nyx in her spirited ways would be up to the participants themselves...
Howard
The Battle Royal... It was a little secret interest of Dorimay's Water Gym Leader- So when he heard there were tryouts for being a Pro Wrestler, he just HAD to go and try out! Of course, there's his career of a Gym Leader, buuuut just in case, may as well have that true passion to him. So he brought the 3 mons that'd perform the best at this secret passion of his, figuring to perform some good ol' wrestling with the 3:
Greninja, Seismitoad, and Palafin, who had recently joined his team, and seemed to be the most excited about this whole ordeal. He decided to start things out with Palafin, in order to better form a bond and get proper experience with the dolphin Pokemon. So, he'd lead with it. 
Palafin would be hovering besides Parker, like fish usually do, flipping about in an excited orbit while Parker simply stood there, menacingly staring. Although he was caught by surprise with the doors being flung open and Nyx making herself known. With a smile under his mask and- well, overall a near-threatening glare from the boy.

"?...A battle royal, miss?" This peaked Parker's interest, very much so. Of course! What better way to prove your worth than to participate in such an event? He would look up to the woman, an excited glint in his eyes as he then nodded, soon getting to headed on in. Seeing Nyx's entrance into the ring made Parker figure he could do the same. He had been training even before discovering this, so he went ahead and rushed to the ring, leaping swiftly and soon enough landing on the ropes, bouncing a bit before landing on the ring, his cloak flowing on behind him as he moved, with Palafin going ahead and floating on around the Incineroar in excitable fashion before headed back to Parker, getting at the ready. Asides from the whole water theme he naturally had. Overall, Parker didn't much sound or seem like it, but he was beyond excited, internally bouncing off the walls, although on the outside, he seemed still as a statue, his cloak hiding his body

And mask hiding his mouth. All with his hair tied up into a sort of loose bun.
Wm
Calem was one of those three contestants. He heard about the challenge that would take place here and was excited to see what the fuss was about. Not only did he get to battle against other potentially strong trainers, but maybe it would be a perfect opportunity to showcase strength of his own. Of course his time training under Diantha would finally come into play after a while. He felt as if he hasn't had a good fight in a while and that this was just the best open opportunity he could've asked for.
"Alright. Let me guess? 3 trainers, one winner? Using 3 of our Pokémon? I'm not too familiar with the concept of Battle Royale." Calem would say, folding his arms behind his back. Unlike the trainer before him, Calem didn't have any of his Pokémon joining him, as for it would ruin the element of Suprise.
Michael
Ella would be hanging at the gymnasium, or rather working out. She and Chester had tried playing basketball together, or teaching him how to play without getting balls popped sometimes due to his spiked back. Still it was a butt load of fun to score hoops against each other but then the question then became, what else could they do together with al this sports stuff. After an exhilarating game of hoops, she decided to check out what was going on the other side after hearing some commotion somewhere else. 

Ella and Chester walked over to check out the wresting stuff. She listened to what Nyx had to say, she seemed interesting with her outfit, a bit strange but it was whatever for her. "Oh so a battle royale or something, huh? Well are we using only one Pokemon or all six?" Ella asked, looking at the other contestants.
Barbara
Nyx placed her hands on her hips and smiled devilishly, amused by her contestants' individualities. "Four trainers, three Pokemon each!" Nyx gestured with her fingers, counting down the amounts with infectious energy. "Anyone can attack anyone, and the match is over when one of you cuties gets all their Pokemon knocked out!" Nyx explained the rules with fervent joy, happily clapping her hands at the prospect of a Battle Royal. With everything explained, Nyx whipped out a pokeball. She'd first give the pokeball a small kiss and proceed to balance it on the palm of her clawed hand. Her other hand rested over her chest, a sign that Nyx was trying to calm herself in light of the event being just a tryout. She couldn't help her excitement, however, given that she had three very interesting candidates. "I'll be using my less experienced cuties for this!" She exclaimed, winking at her contestants as a cascade of light poured from the device resting on her palm. The flow of light began to take shape, forming a figure composed of a sturdy shell and a gently rising cloud of steam. It was Nyx's Torkoal, and its very presence seemed to bring a wave of heat into the gymnasium, a drought perhaps. Incineroar watched from the sidelines, now equipped with a whistle and a referee shirt. With roars and growls, the feline fighter explained the rules once again. "Gracias, bebe!" Nyx blew a kiss at her beloved Pokemon partner though, as if she had understood every single growl. Incineroar gestured for the other trainers to send out their first Pokemon, just as Nyx had done. "Oh!" Nyx exclaimed, realizing she hadn't gotten the participants names this entire time! "I need to hear some names and titles before we get this thing started! Do it like this!"

Nyx, as soon as her words escaped past her lips, struck a dominating pose and declared, "I'm Nyx, the red-hot wrestling queen of Alola, and this is my wrestling partner, Torkoal, the indomitable volcano!" Torkoal posed confidently alongside her partner, showing off its affinity with her trainer. Both Nyx and Torkoal looked at the other participants, hoping they too would join in the fun of posing and shouting wrestling names! After all, it was a nice way to show what made each trainer unique. Giving their pokemon a title would also help uplift their partner's spirits, a sign that their trainers knew their true strengths!
Howard
"...I am Parker Kaine. The tempest wave of Dorimay's twin islands! And this is Finizen! Hero of the waves!"
He spoke, soon moving little by little before soon striking a pose, staring forwards while Palafin flipped around in an ecstatic manner. Parker got the two mixed up, between Finizen and Palafin, something he should probably research on. In any case, Parker would be internally excited for this little Showdown, although with the heatwave from Torkoal's Drought, it would be a bit of an uphill battle until it was dealt with.
Wm
Calem nodded, then looked at the other two as the introductions began. He then realized that it was his turn to go. "OH! My bad! I'm Calem. Calem DuBois. Of Kalos." He would inform.
He spoke in a rather calm and respectful tone similar to how Diantha would speak to her fans. Wow. He really adopted a lot of traits from the Champion whilst training under her, huh? Not too mention he wasn't nervous at all. It's not that they would recognize him.
Michael
Ella nodded as she stood up with pride, "Ella Yang! The Muscle! And this my partner! Chester the Crusher!" She exclaimed as she flexed her own muscles with her Chestnaut simultaneously. "We are going battle and try to win!" Ella exclaimed.
Barbara
Nyx clapped with delight, her heart racing with excitement at her potential proteges' introductions. All three showed what they were about and let their hearts shine with brilliant authenticity. The mysterious tempest, the dashing gentleman, and the loud and proud athlete— all of them fired up the alluring wrestler. With an excited look, Nyx signaled for Incineroar to start the match. With roars and growls, the fiery feline counted down from three. As the time of battle drew near, Torkoal readied herself for her trainer's command. As the count drew to a close, Nyx raised an excited finger and directed her partner. "Torkoal, set this ring ablaze with Eruption!" Torkoal obeyed, its shell spewing waves of steam and fire as a pillar of flames rose from its shell. Quickly, a blazing storm of fire and rock descended upon the ring and its inhabitants. The storm, heightened by the drought, would surely damage any foe struck by its rain of burning meteors.
Howard
"...Now Finizen! Flip Turn! Let's give them a little shake up!" The Eruption spooked him a bit, but he figured that they could weather this storm in ease. Finizen let out a heroic cry, soon to charge for Torkoal, cloaked in water. Yes, the move would be weak, not only due to the Pokemon's... Less than stellar offensive stats, let alone the sun, but after making its attack, it'd retreat to its Pokeball for them preperations. And who would switch in for? Seismitoad! Swapping in order to tank the Eruption with its bulky little self, a croaking before it would counterattack with vibrating the ring violently with the use of Earthquake.
Wm
*Calem thought to himself for a while. Who could the ideal Pokémon be to start off? He had to take a tactical approach in order to secure a victory, but this was a tough one. Not only going against 3 other opponents, but not being to sure as to which Pokémon they would utilize. So Calem then decided to start off strong, sending out one of his more defensive Pokémon.*
"Show them who you are, Oathkeeper!" *He called out.*
Lori
*The Variant Colored Aegislahs would appear out of its ball, starting in a defensive stance. Seemed as if her owner was waiting for a good time to strike and needed her to figure out his opponents' strategies before attacking.*
Wm
"Iron Defense. Don't let your guard down." *Calem would command.*
Michael
Chester was her own defensive mon and the one that looked the most like a wrestler, she knew how tough her friend was and now she needed to figure out how to deal with the Ghost/Steel type. The best possible result could be to just let someone else deal with the Oathkeeper, the Torkoal and the Toad. She didn't want her Pokemon from taking damage from the eruption as she proclaimed, "Spiky Shield!" Ella exclaimed as Chester created a sharp spiky shield around his body as he went back into his shell, blocking the explosive eruption of flames and the earthquake.
Barbara
The movement of the earth transformed the arena with its violent touch, turning what was once solid ground into a wild wave pool of ripples and bouncing rubber. Nyx surfed the savage waves caused by the earthquake, more than pleased to see chaos take hold of the arena so quickly. After all, to her, wrestling was an art where you turned that chaos into a spectacle for all to enjoy! As Nyx maintained her balance, she pondered how she could turn the tectonic assault into an advantage. For her, it was easy to ride out the waves, as she had been casually balancing over them with both hands on her hips like some sort of seismic surfer. Her expression shifted into fiery intrigue as her mind rapidly cooked up a plan. A flash of brilliance shone from Nyx's eyes, compelling her to draw forth her command. "Torkoal, babe, it's time to fly high and use Stealth Rock!" Nyx used an incoming wave to bounce, hovering a bit in place before she landed back with ease and laughter-laced jubilee. Torkoal, seeing what his trainer had done, immediately got to work. As the seismic wave contorted the rubber ground beneath him, Torkoal readied himself and bounced away! Nyx watched as her partner flew, gathering sand and rock to form shimmering daggers of stone that decorated the gymnasium sky like twinkling stars. Torkoal, much like his trainer, roared with joy as he commanded the sharp stones to rain down on the arena like little comets.