Team Rocket. To many, they are low-lifes willing to attack and rob new trainers out of their Pokemon. A dastardly deed to some.But to us...they're just trash that needs taking out.--
Within the Kanto, there is a great big building, with a less than subtle 'R' on the front of it. Approaching were two youths in white wife-beaters, one with a black bandana and the other with a wild mane of blonde hair. They stood a couple of feet away from the entrance.
"Voltorb, come on!" Announced the one in the bandana, aka Virgil. "Use Explode!"
The Voltorb did not obey immediately. Instead, it initially stared back at Virgil with a tearful pout.
"Don't look at me like that!" Complained Virgil, "This ain't no time for cryin'! I said, Explode!"
Voltorb sighed before turning back to the building and obeying its trainer's order. Before anyone knew it, the Team Rocket building was consumed by a sudden, fiery explosion. Rupturing sounds of rubble blown apart and grunts hollering as they try to escape.
But Virgil ignored the sight as he calmly walked his way to his unconscious Pokemon. He took something out of his pocket. It was a Revive.
"Eat up, you overgrown Pokeball." Grumbled Virgil, "Now where's your mouth..."
Team Rocket Grunts finally managed to make their way out of the chaos. But they didn't get far as they were struck with electricity. Which brings our attention to our other gangbanger, Rickie, with his Magneton floating by his side.
"Hit them again!" Rickie shouted, watching the enemy be literally struck down. "Think you can mess with me? You ain't my dad! No one's my dad!"
"Rickie, cool it!" Virgil commanded his cohort as he drew a gun, "Christ, we need to get you a shrink."
"How come I don't get a gun?" Rickie complained.
"Oh gee, I don't know, let me think." Virgil said sarcastically as he gestured his piece at the fitful sight of his fellow crook.
"Fine, fair." Rickie relented in understanding, though Virgil saw his widen suddenly. His finger launched forward, "Over there!"
It was another Grunt, though this one wore a white uniform and had purple hair. Quite a flashy sight if you ask any of them. But first thing they noticed was his reaching of a Poke'ball. Virgil quickly took aim and fired.
"AAH!" Exclaimed the remaining grunt as not only was his hand distanced from the Pokeball, but two of his fingers distanced from his hand. He clutched at the hand, barbarically applying pressure to end the pain.
"Ouch." Mocked and snickered Rickie.
"W-why are you doing this?" The man stuttered with quite a prim sounding voice.
"Just giving your softball team a message." Grinned Virgil, "This turf belongs to the Hell's Arceuses."
It was that very second the Teammate passed out. Whether due to blood loss or out fear, up for debate. But the two gangbangers knew they made their point and needed to leave.
"V-voltorb?" They heard, turning to the sight of the Voltorb waking up in tears.
"Yeah, it ain't the end yet, pal." Virgil mocked his Pokemon, "Now get in your pokeball!"
As the electric types were withdrawn, the two made their way out. They had business elsewhere...
Stay Tune!