Pokemon Region Journeys: Book 1: A Burst of Rainbow: Trading

I had to admit that Bulbasaur instantly hated me. I said 'Vine Whip'! He used Bullet Seed. I said defend and he attacked. So I was in Poke'fe, sipping Shuckle shell juice, nibbling Pecha and Oran berries, thinking about what to do next. Then I felt a warm shudder in the air, and when I looked at who had entered, I instantly knew why. Fiora Flare. Leader of the Fire Keepers. Master fire trainer. Defeater of the Elite four and champion six times in a row. Her magnificently groomed Flareon sat on her shoulder, while her shiny Ninetales curled around her leg. And the weird thing was, she came to sit at the table I was at.
"Hello, dear. How is it going?" She eyes my Bulbasaur. "A grass type. Are you fond of them?"
"No, ma'am. It doesn't listen to me in the slightest." I  squeak.
"OK, then. I'll make you a simple deal. Beat me in a Pokemon battle against Dratini here, and I'll trade your grassy for my Dratini and Growlithe."
"I most definitely accept!"
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Fire Master Fiora Flare's Flareon VS Silver Terra's Borrowed Dratini! Battle Commence!
"Silver, you get first move!"
"DRATINI! USE DRAGON RUSH!" Dratini rapidly started darting towards Flareon, suddenly catching a bluish, fire-like light. It hid Flareon point-blank and most likely removed around half of its HP. Flareon instantly flipped and got back up.
Fiora yawned. "Flareon. Use Flare Blitz."
Flareon caught fire and ran towards Dratini at top speed. Suddenly, Flareon sped up so fast he looked like a living comet.
"Dratini, dodge!" Dratini jumped up, but the lower half of his body was scorched.
It shook it off. "Dratini, you listenin'? Let's finish up this battle with OUTRAGE!"
Dratini's sweet black-blue eyes glowed blood red. It roared, very dragon-like, and I practically whimpered. I thought it would tackle the Flareon and attempt to kill it and rip out the Flareon's heart. But instead, Dratini opened his mouth and out came a jet of steam, fire, lightning, and sparks.
Flareon could barely withstand it. It stood for a few moments then collapsed onto the ground.
"Whoa. You're good, little one. So they're yours."
"What will you do with Bulbasaur?"
"Trade 'im for a fire type." She chortled and tossed Bulbasaur's ball into her bag.
"See you, Fiora." I nervously murmur.
She cracks a crazily mad smile. "But of course, Silver Terra. But of course." She dissapeared in a flurry of smoke.
Wait... how did she know my name?
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I walk out of Poke'fe, drinking the Shuckle berry juice. I finish and throw it away.
"GET A FREEEEEEEEEEEEE MASTER BALL!" A voice yells. Everybody within a mile of me perks up their head then starts running towards the sound, along with me.
"Dratini! Let's get 'em with a TELEPORT!" I hold onto Dratini and he spins into the sky. A second later, we're at the voice. It's simply a speaker. With...... a Master Ball sitting atop! I grab the ball and run... Into Green.
"Hey! How did you get here first?" He said with utter distaste.
"Oh, I don't know... my Pokemon knows teleport." I snicker. Shrinking the ball and putting it into my backpack, I walk away.
Green runs behind me.
I look over my shoulder. "Go away, Green."
"Beat me in a Pokemon battle and I will! If I win, though, you have to give me that Master Ball!"
I look around. "Fine."
Double Pokemon Battles! Silver Terra VS Green Oak! Let the battle commence!
"Surferdude! Gooooooo!" He chucked the Pokeball into the air. And it's a Wartortle.
"Squirtle evolved?" I ask, my jaw dropping to the floor,
"Yeah! What about your Bulbasaur? Do you have an Ivysaur?" He responds happily.
"I don't have Bulbasaur. He's gone. Traded off to Fiora Flare."
"Wow! What did you trade for?" He energetically says, kind of hyper. 'War-war-tortle!' Complains Wartortle.
I smile. "You'll see. Go! Angel! Use Hyper Beam!" I had decided to name Dratini Angel and Growlithe Flare.
Green looks scared, about to hide under his tight white-leather jacket.
"H-H-Hyper Beam? Surferdude, look out, look out, look out!" He yells. Too late. Surferdude the Wartortle is demolished by the fiery white beam.
"Surferdude, return!" The thin red lite erupts around Surferdude and he returns to the Pokeball. "You did well, Surferdude. Thanks. GO, Boxer!" He throws a Great Ball.
Some Pokemon I had never seen before comes out. Green sees the look on my face.
"It's called a Riolu! Isn't it cool? Grandfather received it from a far-off place!"
"What region? Johto? Hoenn? Sinnoh? Unova?"
"NOPE! It's from a freshly discovered place called 'Kalos!' A fighting gym leader, Korrina, gave it to me!" He yells happily.
I, despite my battle-desire, put two and two together. Two famous people randomly giving us a trade. Both female. Both main-type trainers. Both from a new region. We were rivals.
They were rivals.
We were the battle arena.