Pokemon Bachelor
Ash's POV
The limousine came into the driveway and I stood there, waiting for the girls, here to try to win my heart. This is the Bachelor. A competition that airs in all regions and is placed in my home region of Kanto. The prize, my heart. Finally, a door opened. Misty Waterflower, my old friend and companion, walked up to Brock and Steven Stone, the Casanova-cousin duo, bent on matching me with someone special, and humiliating me on international television in the process. I saw her through the window. She has matured greatly. She was wearing extremely short black jean short-shorts, dark blue tights with a light blue pokeball design and black kitten heel flats. She had on a lacey black bra and many skinny bangles. Her spiky orange bangs fell limp on her forehead. Her hair grew longer and was put into a neat bun. "Hey Brock! Long time no see!" she exclaimed. Brock just stared in awe at his former friend, now so beautiful and not even bothering to wear a top. "Um, please wait in the living room while the other girls arrive…" Brock babbled. She walked on into the house while another car drove up into the pathway.
May Maple, my other companion looked just as beautiful as Misty. The shine on her brunette locks bounced off in different directions. She was wearing her red bandana like a headband and the tie was neatly placed by the left side of her head neatly like a bow. She was wearing a collared red dress with white trim that ended just mid thigh. She had on red flats and looked like a cute little cherry. I stared in amazement at her beauty. Steven instructed her into the house while they waited for the next girl.
Misty's POV
The door creaked open and that slutty bitch May Maple walks in looking like some strawberry shortcake wannabe. "Hey Miss Misty Mermaid! How've you been?" she calls. "Don't call me that! I'm fine and why do you care?" I retort. "Well, being the sweet woman I am, I figured when Ash proposes to me, I didn't want your life to suck so much? How sweet am I?" she asks. The bittersweet tone that escaped her thin, faded lips made it all the more offending. "Just shut up! Why would he propose to some Botox infested, hair dye dipped, plastic whore! A real lady, wouldn't belittle another contestant the very moment she walks in!" I nearly screamed in her face, what she did next was unthinkable. The slimy whore spit in my face! I immediately wiped that disgusting smirk off her face. I slapped her. Hard. She fell to the ground, wincing in pain. She stood up and grabbed my hair. She threw me against a coffee table and I clutched my forehead in pain. For a lap dancer, the girl was quite strong. I didn't notice Dawn walk in and soon she was holding May by the waist, holding her back. I stood up and felt blood trickle down my cheek. She soon had another smirk curled onto her lips. I didn't hold back and soon Dawn let go as I lunged at her, grabbing her by her bottle brunette hair and shaking her like a rag doll. She then flailed her arms and soon struck Dawn in the face. She had 3 bloody scratch marks and was soon silently crying.
Dawn's POV
She just scratched me! What did I ever do to her? I realized I was crying when my tears stung my scratches. I soon jumped on her when Misty let go of her hair. We both snaked our fingers through each other's hair and were trying to throw each other off. I let go of her hair and hit her face over and over again, and she just gripped my hair harder. My eyes grew wide as I saw strands of my hair on the floor. We were screaming and then Misty sat on the other side of May and ripped at her hair. "Oh my Arceus? What the hell happened?" a male voice called. Ash!