A week later, in a deserted lot, they had finally finished their new motto. James readjusted his black sunglasses. "ACTION!" Meowth yelled.
Instantly, the place designated as the stage went pitch-black. From the center of the blackness, a glowing silver and green point appeared- then exploded into a fantastic net of similarly colored lightning. From the center of the lightning, two dark figures emerged- Jessie and James, completely transformed. Both wore black leather- lots of it- black trenchcoats, and had automatic weapons, not to mention cool-looking sunglasses. Jessie had exchanged her miniskirt and shirt for a black catsuit, and had the silver R for Rocket emblazoned on a chain-link metal belt. James wore a thin, black shirt which showed off a well-toned body he definitely had not had a week ago, as well as black leather boots and pants.
Moving smoothly, they stood side-by-side and grinned maliciously at their one-cat audience. This time, James started.
"To hasten all Pokemon's gruesome deaths!"
"To stomp out truth and slaughter kindness!"
"To make Poketrainers just bloody smears!"
"To realize Professor Oak's worst goddamn fears!"
"JAMES!"
"JESSIE!"
"Team Rocket attack at the speed of light!"
"You've got a choice for fight or flight!"
"Meowth, damn straight!" the cat finished, jumping up on the stage. He, now, wore a collar of black leather with silver spikes and a tag with the Team Rocket R on it.
A bolt of green lightning struck Jame's right hand. and a red rose appeared there. James delicately sniffed the rose then, with an evil grin, hurled it at a picture of Ash at the other end of the field. The rose struck and exploded, showing thorny shrapnel everywhere.
"Yes!" Jessie crowed. She and James exchanged a high-five. "We are hot shit!"
"OK," Meowth ordered. "Show me your special moves."
Jessie went first. She assumed her stance, hands on hips, standing in a heroic manner. Suddenly, she sprang into the air, hands snapping up for a cartwheel. From the cartwheel, she executed a perfect series of flips and loops, knocking down and breaking in half several Ash-Misty-Brock dummies in the process. She landed with a class-A scissors grip on a mannequin of Professor Oak, which would have broken the spine of the real thing.
James went next. He, too, assumed the 'Heroic' stance. He was facing a training droid of Ash. However, James faked a left to the jaw, ducked under the droid's clumsy punch, and head-butted it in the stomach. While it staggered, he planted a foot in its chest and, with a perfect kung-fu kick, sent it sailing off the stage and into a chain-link fence. It flashed 'Opponent Unconscious. Possible Death."
"YES!" Meowth crowed. "They won't stand a chance! And one more thing-"
He delved into his black leather pack and produced four Pokeballs, all black and silver.
"Forget that sissy Weezing," he said. "I went down to the Scarin war labs yesterday and created you some new Pokemons."
James had:
Stealthazar- a ghost Pokemon with wicked claws and total invisibility, not to mention a love of sneaking-up tactics.
Disastremon-Catastrophemon-Armageddon- an unclassifiable creature which mutated quickly and caused disasters to befall its opponent.
Jessie had:
Colyrea-Ebolemon- a disease Pokemon which infected, melted, and ultimately destroyed whomever it was sicced on.
Reecluze- a spiderlike Pokemon which shoots jets of acid. Cannot be easily destroyed as it automatically spins a thick shield of web which blocks any attack.
"See, these Pokemons don't need to have a weakness," Meowth chuckled. "They ain't even in the books."
"And since when does Team Rocket play fair?" James said, his eyes glinting fiercely behind the sunglasses. He toyed with the Disastremon's Pokeball.
"Let's kick some Pokeass," Jessie added. She adjusted her sunglasses.
Instantly, the place designated as the stage went pitch-black. From the center of the blackness, a glowing silver and green point appeared- then exploded into a fantastic net of similarly colored lightning. From the center of the lightning, two dark figures emerged- Jessie and James, completely transformed. Both wore black leather- lots of it- black trenchcoats, and had automatic weapons, not to mention cool-looking sunglasses. Jessie had exchanged her miniskirt and shirt for a black catsuit, and had the silver R for Rocket emblazoned on a chain-link metal belt. James wore a thin, black shirt which showed off a well-toned body he definitely had not had a week ago, as well as black leather boots and pants.
Moving smoothly, they stood side-by-side and grinned maliciously at their one-cat audience. This time, James started.
"To hasten all Pokemon's gruesome deaths!"
"To stomp out truth and slaughter kindness!"
"To make Poketrainers just bloody smears!"
"To realize Professor Oak's worst goddamn fears!"
"JAMES!"
"JESSIE!"
"Team Rocket attack at the speed of light!"
"You've got a choice for fight or flight!"
"Meowth, damn straight!" the cat finished, jumping up on the stage. He, now, wore a collar of black leather with silver spikes and a tag with the Team Rocket R on it.
A bolt of green lightning struck Jame's right hand. and a red rose appeared there. James delicately sniffed the rose then, with an evil grin, hurled it at a picture of Ash at the other end of the field. The rose struck and exploded, showing thorny shrapnel everywhere.
"Yes!" Jessie crowed. She and James exchanged a high-five. "We are hot shit!"
"OK," Meowth ordered. "Show me your special moves."
Jessie went first. She assumed her stance, hands on hips, standing in a heroic manner. Suddenly, she sprang into the air, hands snapping up for a cartwheel. From the cartwheel, she executed a perfect series of flips and loops, knocking down and breaking in half several Ash-Misty-Brock dummies in the process. She landed with a class-A scissors grip on a mannequin of Professor Oak, which would have broken the spine of the real thing.
James went next. He, too, assumed the 'Heroic' stance. He was facing a training droid of Ash. However, James faked a left to the jaw, ducked under the droid's clumsy punch, and head-butted it in the stomach. While it staggered, he planted a foot in its chest and, with a perfect kung-fu kick, sent it sailing off the stage and into a chain-link fence. It flashed 'Opponent Unconscious. Possible Death."
"YES!" Meowth crowed. "They won't stand a chance! And one more thing-"
He delved into his black leather pack and produced four Pokeballs, all black and silver.
"Forget that sissy Weezing," he said. "I went down to the Scarin war labs yesterday and created you some new Pokemons."
James had:
Stealthazar- a ghost Pokemon with wicked claws and total invisibility, not to mention a love of sneaking-up tactics.
Disastremon-Catastrophemon-Armageddon- an unclassifiable creature which mutated quickly and caused disasters to befall its opponent.
Jessie had:
Colyrea-Ebolemon- a disease Pokemon which infected, melted, and ultimately destroyed whomever it was sicced on.
Reecluze- a spiderlike Pokemon which shoots jets of acid. Cannot be easily destroyed as it automatically spins a thick shield of web which blocks any attack.
"See, these Pokemons don't need to have a weakness," Meowth chuckled. "They ain't even in the books."
"And since when does Team Rocket play fair?" James said, his eyes glinting fiercely behind the sunglasses. He toyed with the Disastremon's Pokeball.
"Let's kick some Pokeass," Jessie added. She adjusted her sunglasses.