Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, except Matt and bragging rights, because I have never seen a Kanto fic get this far! Hahaha! Meeps!
Matt and company were at the gates of the Pokemon League.
Matt: You ready Mew?
Mew: Mew! MEW!(Hellz Ya!)
Matt: Ok! Let's go!
League Guard: HOLD IT! Your not going anywhere until I see your badges!
Matt: Fine! Here's all eight of them!
League Guard: Eight? You only needed five.
Matt: I ONLY FUCKING NEEDED FIVE!
League Guard: Yes! Every trainer know that! Also, It doesn't look like you're even registered!
Matt: Hey look! It's Elvis!
Elvis: WHERE!
Matt then took out a shotgun and blew the head off of the League Guard, who turned out to be Rosy O'Donalds!(Can't use real spelling of actor's names for some damn reason!)
Elvis: Whoa, ho, ho! I'm gonna tell ca-ops! On you, ou, ou!
Matt then shot Elvis, killing him. Mew then got on his body and started humping the dead body.
Matt: Eww Mew! Get off Elvis! He's a dude!
Mew: MEEEWWW!
Mew then ran to the nearest lake and scrubbed te hell out of his balls. When he came back he immediately started humping Rosy's dead body.
Matt: MEW! Get off Rosy O'Donalds! She's a dude!
Mew: MEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!
Mew then ran back to the lake and scrubbed the hell out of his balls again.
Matt: Ready?
Mew: Mew!
Matt and company the got into a giant robot...
Mooreluv2006: Wait! Hold up! Why a giant robot?
Matt, The Author: Because "Chicks, dig, giant robots!"
Mooreluv2006: You got that from...
Matt, The Author: Shush! If someone tells me what that's from, (except Pat!) I'll put them in the next chapter.
Mooreluv2006: I don't get it.
Matt, The Author: Your lucky that you're a chick! No guy can get away with being that stupid!
Moorelu2006: Are you saying tha...
... and went to the gates of the Elite for, killing many potential opponents.
Matt: I'm here to sign up for the League.
Sign-up Lady: Ok, wait over there with the other contestants.
Matt then went to a taped out with the sign that said "Contestants". Despite the box being big enough to hold hundreds of people, there was only one other person there.
Matt: Whoa, not a lot pf people challenging. The tournament will be fast.
Sign-up Lady: Sign ups are official closed!
Matt: What! Two people does not a tournament make!
Sign-up Lady: Since the blowing up of Victory Road, and the killing of all the trainers outside the arena, there will be only one match to decide the trainer that challenges the Elite Four. Unless one of you wants to confess...
Everyone looked at Matt.
Matt, pointing at the other trainer: He did it!
All of the tournament staff immediately jumped on the other challenger, eventually killing him.
Sign-up Lady: Looks like your challenging the Elite Four! Good Luck!
Matt then went inside the door to the Elite Four.
Lorelei: Welcome Challenger!
Matt: You're a chick!
Lorelei: SEXIST PIG!
Matt: A hot chick!
Lorelei, blushing: Oh really? HEY WAIT! NO CHANGING THE SUBJECT! LET'S BATTLE!
Matt: Ok way with me!
Lorelei and Matt both drew there pokeballs and prepared for battle.
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