The Forgotten Champion

Brock turned to his girlfriend for two years and started to sweat. The love of his life turned with a worried expression. "Brock, are you okay? You look like you have a fever." She asked sweetly but you could tell she was concerned. "No, no I'm alright." Brock answered quickly. "We've been together for just over two years right?" He asked to which he got a nod, " Those two years have held some of the happiest moments of my life." Brock stated smiling. "So, Holly Rhonda Williams, will you marry me?"..................."YES!" She yelled throwing her arms around him.

A few regions away a gunshot rang out over the silent night in a barren desert. A man with a black trench coat and a black fedora that covered his face sighed as he held a pistol. "Well Pikachu, Meowth, there's that job done. Time to collect payment." He said while picking up the lifeless body and walking away into the night with two figures on his shoulder.