Poachemon
Chapter 14
(On a side note, the chapters I've been doing mostly imitate the episodes in the actual show. However, Internet access is down in the library, so this one is just made up. Enjoy!)
"Ash, I would've never guessed you had your hat in such high priority!"
"NO ONE SCREWS AROUND WITH MY HAT!" Ash thought back to the days when he had first acquired his prized possession. He was watching the TV, and a commercial came up, proposing a contest. A lucky group of one hundred people would get a super-rare collectible Poachemon hat. (The Poachemon channel was obviously private, so you had to get a LOT of cable) "Wow, I want that hat!" Since ash had had nothing better to do, he kept writing numerous post cards to the same show, which made his chances of getting that hat second to none.
Ash looked to the sky as he indulged in his luscious daydream. Misty broke his thoughts. "You loser! No wonder I didn't win! I only sent in one..."
"WHAT YOU SAY?! YOU SAY YOU TRY TO WIN HAT TOO, TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ASH?!"
"NO! I'm just pointing out that you sent a lot of postcards!"
"NO ONE TAKE HAT FROM ASH!" Ash unleashed his burning fury as he delivered a pummel to her small back. Then, he did a German suplex like the one Zangief does. (Street Fighter fans know what I'm talking about) CRACK. Ash never had to worry about her unfaithful comments for the rest of THIS episode.
"Ash, you're a violent beast!" Ash laughed his stupid Happy-go-lucky laugh.
"None violenter!"
"Is violenter even a word?"
"...Shut up, Brock." Ash continued to walk down to his next town for his next fight. He then encountered Gary, his spiky brown-haired rival. The one being that made Ash's existence twice as meaningful. If Ash ever had a goal, it was to annihilate that pimp. All the bubbly girls trailed behind Gary, chanting cheers for his many victories.
"Gary Gary, he ain't a wimp! He's everybody's friggin' pimp! Gary Gary he's so cool, he always says, 'I pity the foo.' Gary Gary he's so rich! We're all happy to be his..."
"HEY GARY!" Gary looked at his pathetic loser rival.
"What is it, punk?"
"I'm gonna whoop your butt, you ratty-voiced loser!"
"Are you challenging me?"
"Yep. Bring it!"
"All I can say is, I'm going to kick your Ash!" All the ditzy little girls laughed in their feminine voices. Ash whipped out his faithful companion, and shot such a large ray of bullets, it was impossible not to hit something.
"WHERE'S GARY?!" A small black kid stood by him with a halo.
"It's me, Gary Coleman. I may look like an angel, but don't let your eyes deceive you, sucka!" Ash looked for his rival only to see all the bullets he shot come in mid-air. Gary had his hand out, and all the bullets dropped.
"MAN! I didn't know he could do the matrix!"
"Obviously not." Gary jumped to a tree, with what looked to be a shuriken launcher. What a wuss, can't even throw his own shurikens. Ash looked around for him, and was caught off guard by two sharp projectiles missing him by an inch.
"Brock, why didn't you TELL ME Gary was there? He's right above you!"
"Sorry, Ash. I must've been to blind to see him." Ash thought, you big mother.
"Gimme that!" He ripped off Gary Coleman's halo and bent it to a straight shape. He kicked Gary Coleman aside and shoved the glowing rod into his Uzi. "This should make an ultra-powerful laser, strong enough for a thousand forest fires. Before he could fire, he saw Gary being withdrawn by what looked to be two men from the government. "Oh my gosh, they've spotted me! Now my whole Poachemon career is over!"
"No it isn't. We're just two law enforcers from the Matrix to arrest Gary for copyright laws he broke."
"You're lucky Ash! These guys saved you!"
"Those guys sacked you!"
"Huh?" One of the legal men shoved Gary into a sack and tied it up. They then threw the sack into a nearby river. All the cheerleaders screamed and jumped in the water to save him. However, their efforts were useless because the bag had to be opened with an identifiable handprint.
"Sucks to be you! Come one, Brock, let's get out of here." He noticed that Brock was in the river, along with the cheerleaders. Oh well, I'll just keep going. Brock can drown and some Beedrill or something can eat Misty alive.
Chapter 14
(On a side note, the chapters I've been doing mostly imitate the episodes in the actual show. However, Internet access is down in the library, so this one is just made up. Enjoy!)
"Ash, I would've never guessed you had your hat in such high priority!"
"NO ONE SCREWS AROUND WITH MY HAT!" Ash thought back to the days when he had first acquired his prized possession. He was watching the TV, and a commercial came up, proposing a contest. A lucky group of one hundred people would get a super-rare collectible Poachemon hat. (The Poachemon channel was obviously private, so you had to get a LOT of cable) "Wow, I want that hat!" Since ash had had nothing better to do, he kept writing numerous post cards to the same show, which made his chances of getting that hat second to none.
Ash looked to the sky as he indulged in his luscious daydream. Misty broke his thoughts. "You loser! No wonder I didn't win! I only sent in one..."
"WHAT YOU SAY?! YOU SAY YOU TRY TO WIN HAT TOO, TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ASH?!"
"NO! I'm just pointing out that you sent a lot of postcards!"
"NO ONE TAKE HAT FROM ASH!" Ash unleashed his burning fury as he delivered a pummel to her small back. Then, he did a German suplex like the one Zangief does. (Street Fighter fans know what I'm talking about) CRACK. Ash never had to worry about her unfaithful comments for the rest of THIS episode.
"Ash, you're a violent beast!" Ash laughed his stupid Happy-go-lucky laugh.
"None violenter!"
"Is violenter even a word?"
"...Shut up, Brock." Ash continued to walk down to his next town for his next fight. He then encountered Gary, his spiky brown-haired rival. The one being that made Ash's existence twice as meaningful. If Ash ever had a goal, it was to annihilate that pimp. All the bubbly girls trailed behind Gary, chanting cheers for his many victories.
"Gary Gary, he ain't a wimp! He's everybody's friggin' pimp! Gary Gary he's so cool, he always says, 'I pity the foo.' Gary Gary he's so rich! We're all happy to be his..."
"HEY GARY!" Gary looked at his pathetic loser rival.
"What is it, punk?"
"I'm gonna whoop your butt, you ratty-voiced loser!"
"Are you challenging me?"
"Yep. Bring it!"
"All I can say is, I'm going to kick your Ash!" All the ditzy little girls laughed in their feminine voices. Ash whipped out his faithful companion, and shot such a large ray of bullets, it was impossible not to hit something.
"WHERE'S GARY?!" A small black kid stood by him with a halo.
"It's me, Gary Coleman. I may look like an angel, but don't let your eyes deceive you, sucka!" Ash looked for his rival only to see all the bullets he shot come in mid-air. Gary had his hand out, and all the bullets dropped.
"MAN! I didn't know he could do the matrix!"
"Obviously not." Gary jumped to a tree, with what looked to be a shuriken launcher. What a wuss, can't even throw his own shurikens. Ash looked around for him, and was caught off guard by two sharp projectiles missing him by an inch.
"Brock, why didn't you TELL ME Gary was there? He's right above you!"
"Sorry, Ash. I must've been to blind to see him." Ash thought, you big mother.
"Gimme that!" He ripped off Gary Coleman's halo and bent it to a straight shape. He kicked Gary Coleman aside and shoved the glowing rod into his Uzi. "This should make an ultra-powerful laser, strong enough for a thousand forest fires. Before he could fire, he saw Gary being withdrawn by what looked to be two men from the government. "Oh my gosh, they've spotted me! Now my whole Poachemon career is over!"
"No it isn't. We're just two law enforcers from the Matrix to arrest Gary for copyright laws he broke."
"You're lucky Ash! These guys saved you!"
"Those guys sacked you!"
"Huh?" One of the legal men shoved Gary into a sack and tied it up. They then threw the sack into a nearby river. All the cheerleaders screamed and jumped in the water to save him. However, their efforts were useless because the bag had to be opened with an identifiable handprint.
"Sucks to be you! Come one, Brock, let's get out of here." He noticed that Brock was in the river, along with the cheerleaders. Oh well, I'll just keep going. Brock can drown and some Beedrill or something can eat Misty alive.