This chapter was punched out quick since I had 2 and a half hours left today, so here you go another chapter! Credits to Xbyt92.

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CHAPTER 17:

This time, Frank was waking up in bed alongside Midori, ready for a day of trolling. He got out of bed and walked down the hall to his workroom and was getting setup for today's assignments. The only thing that blocked him was the incoming transmission after three minutes of getting the computer on. It was a message from the council, and already he was groaning. He opened it and it read:


To Francesco J. Italy,

Due to the fact you have volunteered to help in the planning and setup with the Global Tournament and the arena for it, we strongly encourage that you come to the arena stadium's main lobby for a press conference.

Sincerely,

The Council of Gym Leaders and the Kalosian Council of Pokémon Trainers.

P.S. from Bryan L. Payne, Please do not make an ass out of yourself if possible.


Italy sighed again as he said, "Great, now I'm needed for this moronic press conference."

(To Yugo)

He was walking to Jesse's little training ground with Reeka walking alongside. They got to the field to see Jesse there along with Eriktar, both arms crossed and not looking too happy. Yugo just broke off a smidge as Reeka went with the Lucario, unhappy as well.

Yugo asked, "Did I do something wrong as well?"

Jesse took in a breath, "Not yet, no. Indirectly, I just learned about the recent events that Team Rocket went through."

Yugo sighed, "Oh shit, I don't need to hear this."

"Really? Good, because it's even more abhorrent than my early status."

She threw a fist as Yugo caught, he asked, "Early status?"

He blocked several times, "Yes, early status. Take a guess."

"Chasing people arooound!"

He blocked a rogue punch. Jesse responded with a upper cut that missed, "Exactly."

The upper cut only gave way to a roundhouse, but that failed as well, "But how did you get out of it?"

And Yugo went back first onto the ground. Jesse stood over and stayed silent. She spun her neck, then sighed. She began, "After your grandfather killed the twerp and his Pikachu, we basically lost our only purpose. Giovanni decided that we were officially useless and gave us the pink slip, or in your illiterate case, fired."

Yugo got up and had fists up. "After we were fired, James went off on his own as so did I, Meowth and Wobbufett. Hopefully you know who I'm talking about?"

Yugo nodded, "Yeah, I know."

He threw a punch as Jesse continued, "So anyway, James actually had the balls to go back to his family manner and tried to get back in without marrying that woman. Ugh, I still don't know why they push. I don't know what happened after, but for the next ten years after that it was quiet until James decided to contact me about a little event."

She took a gut punch with the block of Yugo's. "It wasn't a big event, but he was there and looking… actually decent. Problem here was that he was still a wimp and he still looked like he had no guidance. Of course the only difference is that he's in another region."

A surprise attack came from Yugo, throwing her off into the dirt once again. Yugo asked, "What region? Can't be that many left."

Jesse got up, "Well, brains from brawn, supposedly he had to get from Kanto to Unova and from there to another region that is relatively, I guess, unknown."

Yugo groaned, "A little shit region?"

"To me, yes."

She threw a few more punches. "The region is called Holstland."

"Sounds German."

"Whatman?"

"Something grandpa usually says when he reads a name. Anyway, so you're saying the blue haired guy is in this German sounding region?"

Jesse shrugged and threw a short pole as a surprise, "Let's go with it, yes."

Yugo blocked it, "So why is he there?"

Jesse kicked Yugo in the stomach and knocked him onto the ground, another sound defeat, "Apparently his grandparents sent him there since his crazy parents couldn't do shit."

Yugo wheezed, "Seems about right."

(At the GTA)

Speaking of grandparents, Frank is at the press conference trying to look somewhat interested. Payne was actually fine with this, only because Midori came along to make sure Frank doesn't indirectly or "accidentally" fuck things up.

After the main councilman finished speaking, he had Payne get on stage and ask a few questions. On reporter asked on where the money came to fund the actual arena due to anonymous spenders. Payne explained that he personally funded it, but that was a lie since Frank put a quarter of the funds in… just not his. He told Payne, "Hey, I funded a quarter of this damn project, you can't just…"

Midori shushed him calmly as the press were questioning more and more. Once he was over, the councilman asked Frank to come up. He sighed and went with it. On the stand a reporter asked,
"There were concerns of possible threats to the stadium that may involve several criminals sneaking in and possibly doing some kind of illegal activity."

Frank nodded, "Don't worry, there will be precautions and anti-gangster preventions."

Payne made a sarcastic laugh, "HA, you work for them."

"Better than your ass."

"At least I fund everything myself."

"Yeah, but you own literally 70% of the fucking city."

Payne couldn't comeback due to the truth of it. Frank went, "Next?"

Another asked, "What about the trainer limit?"

"Originally, as Payne suggested, it was to be 128. I suggested 64, but then over time I agreed with Payne to do a 128 tournament competition."

Another reporter asked, "Due to the new rules instated for…"

Frank stopped him, "I knew this was going to be one. Yes, yes, everyone here knows about the whole controversy over Pokémon controlling themselves. Well, the problem is that it would end the tournament too fast, so only the high fighting ones can join independently."

Another reporter asked, "But… wouldn't that discourage Pokémon from fighting alone?"

He insulted, "What the hell, you work for CNN? If the Pokémon want to fight, we can create a separate tournament just for them, ok? Aside of that, only the strongest make it in this tournament. Anything else?"

Another reporter asked, "Several people have identified you to former murders within the last 5 years."

Frank was a bit surprise, "*surprised they didn't go all the way back* Such as?"

"Well, there's a list."

"Impossible, were my finger prints on the scene?"

"Well… no, there…"

"Point explained, now if this is going to lead me to a conversation of me doing random things, goodbye."

He left the stand and the room, leaving everyone baffled and moving on back to the main council.

(Outside)

Frank and Midori were walking back to the lab as Midori whined, "Did you really have to throw it at them like that?"

Frank nodded, "Yes, yes I did."

"You could've went about in a nicer manner."

"Look, I know were these people were going. I'm surprised they didn't say whole history; usually some schmuck or yoyo brings everything out."

"Frank."

"Yes dear?"

"If they wanted to go through your history, they can. But, the only thing that saves you is how you threaten everybody who knows about it. Or you personally go up and point out each murder."

"But most of them, especially after the Kevanin gang, I never did."

Midori stopped and put her hands to her hips, "And what about before?"

Frank answered, "Before, I somewhat did them. I only killed six people."

"Shall I answer who?"

"My first murder was Ash, done. Personally I loved the look on his mother's face when I bragged on it, oh man it was…"

Midori was not impressed. Frank went back on track, "Right, anyway, that was the first one. Then down the line I just shot cops and once Kevanin got the gang, I just called up hitmen."

His wife just shook her head and they kept on walking to the lab.

(Back to the field)

Time skip, they were mostly beating the shit out of each other. At lunch time, Jesse, as odd as it may sound, let Yugo take a break for the other half of day on the sense that tomorrow will be twice the training and more likely more painful. With that in mind, Yugo shook Jesse's hand, nearly breaking it off, and ran off the field for the rest of the day.

Meanwhile, Reeka was forgotten and…

"AAHHHHHH!"

Reeka got hit again after failing another move attempt. Eriktar yelled, "Make the sphere correctly! Focus the aura and mold it into a sphere properly!"

Reeka struggled with creating it, only to then fling one out into the air, landing on a tree branch. Eriktar finally took work, "Good, now you got it under control."

Reeka then passed out on the field as Eriktar looked and was surprised. He ran off to Jesse before he gets blamed on it.

(To Yugo)

Meanwhile, Yugo was with Rebecca and Judas as those two were polarized from yesterday's lockup. Yugo actually helped along in training Ghezirha and Keir, and along with the help of Jacques and Elene. The training went pretty well until a ringing was heard and Yugo picked it out of his pocket…

"Oh shit, grandpa."

He picked it up and asked, "Yes grandpa?"

Frank said, "I know, I know, I just need an anger vent. Need to install an angry dome in this place."

"Yeah… what is it?"

"The press came along and I got indirectly dragged to it."

"I take it that it went downhill?"

"Very. Or, it went downhill after the thing about murder appeared."

"The one you brag a lot on?"

"No, that I do in front of his mother. She burst into tears, rage, and I punched her when I first did so and damn did I laugh my ass off. But no, no, the modern ones."

"I thought cousin Kevanin does that?"

"Sort of. Him AND his friends do these little killings and let me tell you something, they're better at it than me."

"So you use them basically every time and Kevanin loves to brag on the killings."

Frank laughed, "I would too, but I got a wife who doesn't like it so I set myself with one story to brag and I keep the rest hush-hush."

"I'm sure grandma 'loves' it."

"She 'loves' it and loves me. Now, I also have to tell you about the gym setup that's going on."

"Alright, what's the setup?"

"Well, they're still at the gym centers in Luminose, but there is an increasing rate of trainers coming in and the gyms are slowly getting into reservation habits."

Yugo was confused by the idea and said, "That was supposed to be done only if…"

"Look, it's a fucking fail safe in case the amount gets the gym leading pricks to fight 24/7 and such. So I suggest that you put reservations down, or blow some people out of line quick."

Yugo yelled, "I can't make a Pokémon team in less than a month!"

"Good point, you can't even make lunch for a month let alone a team. Now, I'll let you get back to that, bye."

The phone line went dead as Yugo sighed at his grandfather. He mumbled, "I swear I'm gonna beat him."

After that whole day of fighting and talking, Yugo, Judas, and Rebecca went into the tent and into their bags… well…

"Ahem."

Judas took the bag as Rebecca was standing up, getting cold. She said, "Can I please get in."

Judas told her, "Look, I'm sleeping in here for today because the apartment smelled like shit for a moment."

"I understand there are issues, but I'd like to not be freezing."

"Go sleep with Yugo."

Rebecca looked over as Yugo made a smile that wasn't just a friendly one. Rebecca turned away, "No, with that look, he's not too good or trustable."

Judas mumbled, "If he does what I think he does, I don't blame you."

"Please?"

Judas growled but then gave up, "Fine, fine! Take it."

He got out and left the tent back to the apartment. Rebecca, instead of being somewhat pleased was annoyed, "Sheesh, can't even act decent."

She went into the bag and, despite the warmth of it, she was still a bit cold. Yet afterwards, everyone went to sleep.

(At the Unova border)

Zeraora was taking the train ride to the Kalos region, seeing it as both the cheapest and reliable way. However, another reason he took it was due to the easiness of the travel.

As he sat there, he relaxed himself in the chair, but did overhear someone talking about crazy ideas. He ignored it temporarily, until the word Mewthree appeared. He now paid close attention as the men continued, "So I was like 'the hell, you can't be serious in this stupid plan', but the crazy douchebags are actually going with it and now they have another Mewtwo on the loose… in captivity."

The other man asked, "I thought it was just in captivity?"

"It is, don't get all feisty on it."

Zeraora knew it was that the Mewthree that was being talked about, but they ended the conversation before he could even get any good information.

(In Frank's lab, round 2)

He was on the computer having a chat with Lysander again as the topic of today was killing for the professor. Lysander asked, "Italy, despite the BS we keep slinging at each other, I need to ask for a little help now."

Italy was problem was surprised by it, but it didn't show, "Well… what do you need?"

Lysander sighed, "We have some relatively tricky issues involving some secret group."

Frank mumbled, "Oh shit."

Then asked, "And who the hell is this group?"

The answered explained, "From psychic spies, the group calls themselves the Society of the Scarlet Dagger."

"Sounds like a Satanist cult."

"A what cult?"

"Too long to explain."

"Well, they're not a cult. If anything thing, they're a bunch of mother fucking spies that keep causing us problems."

"And the point is?"

"We need you to kill them off."

Italy got out of his chair, went to the back room and conversed with himself, "Hmm, let me think. Do I go with it and attempt to kill them, but then possibly have the chance of getting killed, which will wind up having to rewrite 'Minto vs. Maki' because I'm dead, or not do it and still have this annoying 4th wall breaker look stupid."

He went back and concluded, "Fine, I can get some hitmen if you want and take them out."

Lysander nodded, "Good, and what is your ridiculous price?"

"Whatever the hitmen charge."

"Really? Oh, well, agreed."

"Good, now I do need names and places."

"Here's an easy one: the fucking Sycamores!"

Frank asked, "I thought you had them?'

"No, you gave us Prof. Sycamore. He escaped four months later and we never bothered to tell."

"Oh, well then, fine, anyone else?"

"I'll just send you the info."

"Thanks… I guess."

The screen closed as Lysander sighed, "Hopefully I can end this."

And he turned around to see a crowd gathered as they were cheering for Giovanni, as the Rocket leader was just finishing the speech, "This day will mark the entirety of what a power shall look like! We will have full control, we will have full access, and we shall no longer depend on the dependent, the weak, and the worthless to guide us to victory!"

Everyone cheered as Giovanni finished, "And believe me, this victory will be outstanding."


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