May glared at Misty, all the while, she rubbed her chest. Since removing Ash from her womb, her chest had been feeling very scratchy. However, she forced that out of her mind and focused on the battle.

“Eevee! Use bite on that transsexual whore’s Staryu!” The four-legged Pokemon blinked in surprise at his trainer’s words and looked over his shoulder at her. He’d never heard her use such language. It was a little scary. Shrugging in a very human gesture, Eevee lunged at the boneless water Pokemon, teeth bared and ready to bite down.

“Staryu! Knock that two-ton lardbag’s Eevee away with your water gun!” If it could have been possible, Staryu would be gasping at it’s trainers language, but since he lacked both a mouth and face, it started shooting it’s water gun at the advancing enemy. Eevee dodged the first attack, but got nicked by the second. He started stumbling forward, but managed to nip Staryu with it’s teeth. The two Pokemon regained their fighting stances and awaited their trainer’s next order. They waited and waited, but heard no command from their trainers. They were too busy screaming obscenities at each other to focus on their battle.

“Why don’t you give up? I heard there’s a bus leaving for the fat farm soon, you’d better get on board!”

“At least I have meat on my bones. You look like a malnourished boy from a third world country!”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to hit you so hard that you’ll end up in a third world country!”

“I’d gladly go to a third world county if it meant getting away from your skeletal ass!”

The Pokemon remained where they were standing. Looking between the two arguing women, as they ripped into one another. They finally had enough when the two started doing the, you’re mother is so fat, swearing. Walking towards each other, they sat down together and let out a mutual sigh.

“Eeee eevvveee eeve?” For those that don’t speak Pokemon, let me tell you what he said. “And they call us animals?”

“Ssssssssaaaaa.” The Staryu nodded, which roughly translates to, “I haven’t seen my trainer this mad at someone since we started traveling with the hat boy with the Pikachu.”

“Eeeevveeee eeeeee.” The furry Pokemon was saying, “I think I know that boy. My trainer is infatuated with him.”

“Saaaaa,” Meaning, “mine too.”

The two Pokemon looked at one another and nodded. It was obvious what this fight was about and it wasn’t experience or winning. The two girls were fighting over a boy and using them to decide who would be the winner. It was one thing to be enslaved, stuffed into a tiny red ball and forced to fight until you faint. But they refused to play a part in these two nut-jobs love triangle. They returned to their trainer’s side, to wait for them to regain their senses.

The girls failed to notice that their Pokemon had come off the field. All that mattered to them now was their argument. The crowd was watching the two argue with mute interest. They had come to see a Pokemon battle and were getting a different kind of fight. No one complained though, it wasn’t everyday you got to see two women rip into each other like this. Everyone continued watching silently, watching the drama unfold before his or her eyes.