Blast Off! [Team Rocket/Rocket Reader insert]

So, these are my superiors? [Prologue]

(YN)'s P.O.V
I was walking into my bosses Pokémon exchange room; this is the place where Grunts, such as my self, go to give our boss the Pokémon we steal. I was sweating bullets, my delibird beside me, clutching part of my pants in worry... It seems that I am never able to do anything right, and this may be my last shot to make it up to him...
???: "Ahh, Grunt #225, it's been a while since I've seen you, this must be a sign you've brought me something worthwhile, correct?"
I was reaching into my satchel, my hand trembling as I placed three Pokéballs into three of six small holes shaped perfectly for them... I put my head down, waiting for my evaluation...
???: "Ahh, let's see here... you've sent over... a phanpy? Hmph, this commoner Pokémon will make great for cannon fodder, but ultimately useless in the grand scheme of things. A pidgey? More cannon fodder, but much worse... WHAT?! You mock me be sending through a jelly doughnut?!"
I raised my head, my eyes widening as I saw that one of my great balls were housing a rice ball?! How did my lunch get in there?!
(Y/N): "U-umm... that's a rice ball, sir..."
I was practically having a panic attack, my heart was pounding, I was sweating profusely, my breathing was shaky, and I was trembling...
???: " DON'T CORRECT ME GRUNT! You've been failing me for three years now, only ever bringing me cannon fodder Pokémon, and now a DOUGHNUT?! I'm tired of you failing me! I am sending you to meet your new superiors, maybe they can get you into shape!"
I was terrified as two, much larger grunts walked in, taking me by the arms, dragging me out of the exchange room, Delibird clinging onto my leg like a child not wanting their parent to leave.
I was terrified of who was going to be ordering me around, who would it be? Proton? Petrel? Ariana? Archer?! SHAM?! Or worse, a completely new Executive that will turn me into their slave? I was going to throw up, my skin was going pale, who was going to order me around?!
Jessie's P.O.V
Jessie, James, and Meowth: "We got it boss, you can count on us!" The three of us turned off our communicators, waiting for the new grunt.
Meowth: "about time we got some help!" He was filing his claws for no good reason...
James: "we've been trying to capture that Pikachu for ages!" James was juggling Koffing's Pokéball, waiting...
I looked at the two of them, seeing that they weren't nearly as exited as me
Jessie: "Oh wow, don't sound so excited..." I sarcastically said, sighed, then stretched. "Alright, we need to make a good impression, if we want respect, we need to earn it, or at least scare this newbie into it, I've heard they're pretty incompetent..."
James: "Wait, worse then us?"
Before he could finish that thought, the two sliding doors opened, making way for a relatively young looking trainer with (H/C) hair covered by a traditional Team Rocket cap was thrown into the room by a duo of grunts, snarkily chuckling as they shut the doors behind themselves. The kid was quickly mumbling some incoherent stuff. I also noticed the red and white bird Pokémon next to him, a Delibird? That's pretty weird, grunts are usually given rattats and zubat... being his superior will be interesting, to say the least...
(Y/N)'s P.O.V
I was saying everything that could get me out of trouble, my eyes were closed and I was standing perfectly straight too...
(Y/N): "ITSANHONORTOBEINYOURPRECENCEIWILLDOANYTHINGYOUASKJ--"
Suddenly, a not-so soft, feminine voice filled my ears. I instantly recognizing who's voice it was, Jessie! The leader of a mini group of team rocket members!
???: "Calm down kid, we aren't going to hurt you..."
I looked up, truly recognizing his situation; I was with three of team rocket's most dangerous members!
Jessie: "Hello! Now, to cut the chit-chat, if you wanna join our team, you have to be a tough as us, because we won't accept just anyone, ya got that?" I nodded to the magenta haired female...
James: "But Jessie, you said we'd need all the hel-- OW!" He was cut off by Jessie hitting him on the head with a rolled up newspaper she pulled out of seemingly nowhere.
Jessie: "Now, to even think you have a chance at being our underling; you'll have to prove you can beat us in a Pokémon battle!"
3RD P.O.V
The teen stood up, sighing as he looked down at his Delibird, who was walking in front of him, ready to battle, letting (Y/N) back up...
(Y/N): "A-Alright, let's do this! Delibird, you know what to do!
James: "Show'em wha you got, Koffing!"
Jessie: "Come on out, Ekans "
(Y/N) could tell he and delibird were gonna be in trouble, since it was a 2v1: but there was 1 oversight... he was scared, but his strong suit was battling!
(Y/N): 'Okay, (Y/N), steady yourself, if you mess this up, you could end up on the streets, or worse!' A-Alright Delibird, show 'em why you were called the Ho-Ho-Horror in Unova!"