Pokemon : Champion Of The World

Elite Team Rocket

I wasn't shocked. The elite rocket grunts has been on a stealing rampage for a few months. It all started 5 months back.
(Flashback : At Jake's house)
"C'mon, sport! Let's go have some dinner!" It was around 8pm. Dad and I had just finished discussing about his latest research, since he was a scientist, and a pretty good one too! We entered the house and rushed to the table.
"Who wants some aspargus?" Mom asked happily.
As soon as mom saw our blank-face expression, she laughed and said, "Calm down, guys. I was just kidding. I made steak tonight!"
We cheered in joy!
I turned the T.V on and put a channel which usually showed pokemon battles in the elite 4. But instead of the battles, it was a breaking news-
"Numerous banks and pokemons in kalos are being looted. What's even more shocking is that the pokemons which were stolen have been mind controlled in some way and is obeying the commands of the group who is doing all these crimes. The stolen pokemon also show some kind of agrresuve character too and their strength has increased by 100. A Kakuna, which was stolen from a little boy defeated 15 growlithes when our officers tried to free it! They are referring themselves as the Elite Team Rocket. Champion Ash is on his way to do more research on what is happening and is trying his best to bring the organization down! That's all for today folks and we will leave you back to your program."
I was shocked. Stealing pokemon? That's really messed up. Dad looked concerned.
(Flashback over)
After that, for a few months dad didn't even have time for us. He was always in his lab.
I got up and called Froakie back to his pokeball.
"Do you know where the grunt went off to?" I asked.
"I think he's still in Vaniville town."
I bid him farewell and roamed around the town searching for the grunt.
A few minutes later, I saw a person with a canister containing 3 pokeballs and a pokedex. He was on the phone.
"Got some loot from Vaniville! Send recruits to collect it." He said.
"I beg to differ." I said.
"Take a hike, kid!"
"How about a battle?"
"Huh! I got 3 pokemon at my disposal! This will be easy!"
"Go, Froakie!"
Suddenly the pokedex beeped since my name was registered in it and I was supposed to get it.
"Froakie leveled up to level 8.
Froakie learnt bubblebeam."
The training paid off!
He took a pokeball from the canister. He wore some kind of gloves and a purple haze started surrounding the ball. After the haze cleared, the pokeball seemed to have transformed into some kind of Team Elite Rocket pokeball.
"Go pokemon!" He yelled.