"The victor has been decided, and the result is confirmed. As per tradition, prepare for 1-2-3, yay!"
After the referee finished speaking, he and Hitmonchan struck a victory pose, pointing a single fist to the sky, looking bold and uninhibited.
"What's with this guy?" Ash said, speechless, watching the man act so ostentatiously.
"So he has a Trainer," Alex noted, walking up to Ash.
"It's not a wild Hitmonchan, then," Brock said, also approaching.
"Wait, stop!"
At that moment, a beautiful girl hiding behind a tree rushed out, shouting at the referee.
"Enough, stop, Dad!"
"May?"
The referee looked visibly flustered when he saw his daughter.
"Don't get so absorbed in battles anymore. Will you please come home?" May's eyes were filled with longing.
"I will absolutely not go back until I win the P1 Grand Prix Champion trophy!" he declared resolutely.
"Dad!"
May was clearly angry at her father's reply.
"I'm not afraid of anyone who challenges me. Young men and women, I'll be waiting for you in the ring!" he excitedly announced to Alex and Ash before running off with Hitmonchan.
"This…?" May was just about to speak to Alex and the others.
"Yes, is there a problem, Miss?" Brock suddenly rushed over, speaking enthusiastically.
"I apologize, my father has caused you a lot of trouble."
May bowed after speaking.
"It's nothing, nothing at all."
"Since you are Pokémon Trainers, I would like to ask a favor," May said, looking a little embarrassed.
"Just tell me. If I can help, I definitely will. No problem," Brock said, blushing.
"My father—no, please defeat that Hitmonchan! Please!" May looked at Brock with anticipation.
"This, you can leave it to me!" Brock said, taking May's hand.
Meanwhile, Alex looked helpless and shrugged at Ash.
Afterward, the group followed May to her home.
Upon entering, they saw a plaque hanging on the wall in the main hall.
"Martial Soul Gym?" Alex murmured to himself.
"It doesn't look like an ordinary Pokémon Gym," Ash said, puzzled.
At this moment, Brock saw a sticker on the wall and asked, confused, "What is the P1 Grand Prix?"
"It's the Pokémon's first grand prize, abbreviated as P1," May explained.
"This is a martial arts competition specifically held for Pokémon."
"My father has been holed up in the mountains for special training to win the Champion title in this competition, completely ignoring everything at home," May said, looking helpless.
"Oh, so you want to find someone to defeat Hitmonchan to make your father come to his senses, is that right?" Alex said, understanding now.
"Yes," May nodded.
"You can leave this matter to us," Brock said, blushing.
"Us?" Misty said, embarrassed.
"By the way, Ash, don't you have a Pokémon that's most suitable for fighting?" Alex nudged Ash.
"Huh? I don't remember having one," Ash replied, bewildered.
"You're not talking about Primeape, are you?" Misty recalled the last tragic experience, speaking with a scared expression.
"That's right! Maybe he has the potential too!" Ash said, smiling optimistically.
"And I have Geodude! Let's go participate in the competition together and defeat Hitmonchan!" Brock added, grinning.
"In terms of strength, Alex should be the strongest among us. Why not let him participate?" Misty suggested, looking at Alex.
"Ah, me? But I don't have any Pokémon that can use Fighting moves, so this time it's up to Ash and Brock!" Alex said with a smile.
After all, he had just gone through battles with Team Rocket and Bounty Hunters. Even if he had one, he wouldn't easily participate this time; he needed to rest properly.
At that moment, outside the competition venue, the Team Rocket Trio were drooling over a poster.
"Excellent, excellent."
"This Champion belt belongs to us, hahaha!" Jessie laughed.
"We can sell it for money, order everything on the menu at a family dinner, and still have some left over."
"That's amazing! I want to eat hamburgers, curry rice, cake, and ice cream!" Meowth said, drooling.
"I want steak, macaroni, omurice, and cola!" James also drooled, fantasizing about eating his fill.
"Why are your desires as small as grains of sand!"
Jessie suddenly poured cold water on them at that moment.
"Then you tell us, what do you want, Jessie?" Meowth said angrily.
"Me?" Jessie pointed to herself.
"Yes, then tell us for reference!" James said, staring at Jessie.
"First, I'll go to the skincare center to make my skin smooth and radiant, then I'll go to the hair salon to wash my hair, blow-dry it, do my makeup, and then put on a gorgeous dress to attract cute guys and go eat Osaka pancakes together!"
In Jessie's imagination, she was sitting in a luxurious chair, surrounded by handsome men serving her.
"It's your freedom to dream, but the problem is, how do we battle before capturing someone?" James said, frowning.
"Only Fighting-type Pokémon can participate in the competition."
"We don't have that kind of Pokémon!" Meowth sneered.
"If we don't have one, then we'll steal one! Isn't that Team Rocket's rule?" Jessie said with a sinister smile.
"For example, that one." Jessie finished speaking and looked at the uncle walking past behind her.
"It's the Kickboxing Devil, Hitmonlee!"
The three of them grinned sinisterly.
When it was time for the competition...
"Everyone, you've been waiting! The Pokémon fighting extravaganza, the P1 Grand Prix, is about to begin!"
The venue was packed with enthusiastic spectators, all excited for the competition.
At that moment, Jessie emerged from the venue's restroom. She had kidnapped the uncle and stolen his Hitmonlee.
"The P1 Grand Prix contestants are about to enter!"
As he spoke, the Poké Ball pattern in the center of the arena suddenly split apart, and a lift platform rose from the center, bringing the contestants up one by one.
"First, it's the fighting machine known as Hitmonchan, and his Trainer, Yamato, this tournament's top Champion candidate!" The first to enter was May's father.
"Next is the Kickboxing Devil Hitmonlee, and his Trainer, Giant!" This person was Jessie, but under the coat, James was propping her up.
"Next to appear are the last-minute registered rookie Trainers Ash and Brock. To what extent their Pokémon can battle is a matter of great concern!"
May and Misty in the audience looked concerned, while Alex was unfazed, watching the impending battle on the field with great excitement, hoping to gain some combat experience from it.
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