As the battle was coming to its final stage mewtwo becomes irritated by the flaws in his cloned pokemons.
"One remains," Mewtwo said coldly. "My Venusaur will crush your delusion."
Ash returned Blastoise. "You were perfect. Now… Bulbasaur, I choose you!"
The small Grass-type appeared, bulb glowing softly. Against the towering clone Venusaur petals fully bloomed, vines thick as tree trunks, markings glowing venomously it looked almost fragile. But its eyes burned with determination.
The clone roared, slamming the ground with Earthquake.
The field heaved violently, forcing Bulbasaur to leap and dodge with desperate agility.
"Use the light Razor Leaf!"
Bulbasaur's Chlorophyll activated under the stadium's artificial sun, doubling its speed. Leaves shot out like green shuriken, slicing across the clone's hide.
The clone countered with Vine Whip massive tendrils whipping through the air but Bulbasaur danced between them, landing Seed Bombs that exploded in toxic bursts.
Blue-shirt: "A Bulbasaur against that monster? This is suicide…"
Orange-shirt: "Wait it's moving like lightning! It's actually keeping up!"
Girl: "Look how focused it is… it's not afraid!"
The battle intensified into a whirlwind of green. Solar Beam charged on both sides massive beams colliding in a blinding explosion that scorched the earth.
Frenzy Plant erupted from the clone, roots bursting from the ground like spears. Bulbasaur barely evaded, taking grazing hits that drew cries of pain.
Sludge Bomb rained down in toxic volleys. Petal Blizzard turned the field into a storm of razor petals. Bulbasaur countered with Energy Ball after Energy Ball, each one growing stronger as it tapped deeper into its reserves.
The clone cornered it at last, slamming Bulbasaur with a point-blank Body Slam. The small Pokémon hit the ground hard, struggling to rise. Old fears surfaced memories of past traumas, the refusal to evolve out of dread of losing itself.
The three trainers held their breath.
Blue-shirt: "It's over…"
But Bulbasaur's eyes snapped open, fierce and unafraid. "Bulba… SAUR!"
It pushed itself up, vines extending, bulb pulsing with overwhelming light. Chlorophyll surged as it absorbed every ray from the stadium lights, speed and power reaching critical mass.
"Solar Beam full charge!"
A beam far larger than any before erupted from Bulbasaur, piercing straight through the clone's defenses and forcing it back.
The clone retaliated with a final Frenzy Plant, roots entangling Bulbasaur completely. For a moment, it seemed trapped defeated.
Then something inside Bulbasaur shattered not its body, but its fear.
A brilliant white light enveloped it. The roots cracked and fell away as its form grew rapidly legs lengthening, body expanding, bulb blooming into a massive flower.
The light burst apart, revealing not an Ivysaur, but a fully evolved Venusaur—immense, powerful, petals wide and radiant, vines thick and commanding. A direct evolution born of pure resolve.
The stadium fell silent.
The new Venusaur let out a earthshaking roar that made the barriers tremble.
Blue-shirt, voice shaking: "It… it skipped Ivysaur entirely?! Just straight to Venusaur and it looks stronger than the clone!"
Orange-shirt: "That power surge… it broke its own limits mid-battle!"
Girl, tears in her eyes: "It overcame everything… all because it trusted Ash."
Ash's Venusaur wasted no time. Vines lashed out with surgical precision, wrapping the exhausted clone and lifting it into the air.
"Petal Dance then Giga Drain!"
A storm of razor-sharp petals shredded the clone's defenses, followed by thick vines piercing into its body, draining the last of its energy in a brilliant green glow. The clone collapsed, completely spent.
The stadium illusion dissolved slowly, returning everyone to the island's natural clearing.
The three trainers stared at Ash in stunned reverence.
Scene change:
While the island shook with the thunderous clashes of Ash's battle against Mewtwo roars of fire, torrents of water, and the earth-splitting impacts echoing even into the underground complex Jessie wandered the dim corridors alone, the weight of her mother's letter pressing against her chest like a living thing.
She had found a quiet, forgotten alcove far from the sounds of combat and collapsed onto a cracked stone bench. The photograph, the ruby earpieces, the journal all of it lay scattered in her lap as she stared blankly at the wall, tears long dried but her heart still raw.
The questions circled in her mind like a storm she couldn't escape.
Did she want to leave Team Rocket after everything her mother had written?
Yes. A thousand times yes. The organization that had stolen her mother's life, that had driven her to disappear just to keep Jessie safe… how could she stay?
Did she want to find out what had happened to her mother's body to give Miyamoto the peace and proper farewell she deserved?
Yes. More than anything. She needed closure, needed to know where her mother had fallen in pursuit of Mew.
Did she want to abandon James and Meowth?
The thought alone made her chest tighten painfully. No. Absolutely not. They were infuriating, incompetent, and dramatic but they were hers. The only real family she'd had in years.
Did she have any idea what she would do if she actually left Team Rocket?
…No. Not a single clue.
Her life had been shaped by loss and survival. After believing her mother had abandoned her for a better life, Jessie had thrown herself into becoming a Pokémon nurse desperate to prove she could succeed where she thought her mother had chosen wealth over family. She still carried the half of a golden egg pendant that her best friend Chansey had given her on the day she'd flunked out of nursing school, too proud and too temperamental for the gentle role.
From there, she'd fallen in with a local street gang tough, directionless kids looking for a place to belong. That's where she'd met James: a runaway rich boy with dyed hair, a rose obsession, and a heartbreaking need to be seen for who he really was, not the heir his parents demanded. Their shared hunger for recognition had bonded them instantly. She saw him as the annoying little brother she'd never had someone to protect, scold, and drag into trouble. He, in turn, followed her with unwavering loyalty.
Together they'd joined Team Rocket, chasing the twisted promise of fame and purpose within its ranks. She wanted the spotlight to fill the hole her mother had supposedly left. He wanted to escape the gilded cage of his old life and finally be valued for his own passions.
Most grunts whispered that she and James were a couple always together, always in sync, always bickering like lovers. Even Butch and Cassidy fueled the rumors.
("It's Butch! B-U-T-C-H, not Bitch!" he'd snarl every time someone slipped.)
But to Jessie and James, it had never been romantic. They were siblings in every way that mattered dysfunctional, codependent, fiercely protective. And then Meowth had tumbled into their lives: the talking Pokémon with dreams as big as theirs and twice the sarcasm. He'd completed their strange little family.
Now, sitting in the shadows of Mewtwo's island, Jessie hugged her knees to her chest.
"How am I supposed to leave… without leaving them behind?" she whispered to the empty air. "And how do I stay, knowing what this place did to my mom?"
Her fingers brushed the ruby earpieces her mother's final gift. For the first time in years, Jessie didn't feel like the abandoned daughter or the failed nurse or the villainous Team Rocket grunt.
She felt like a woman standing at a crossroads, with no map, no plan… but with people she refused to lose again.
Somewhere deep inside, a tiny spark flickered not of rage or resentment, but of possibility. Whatever came next, she wouldn't face it alone.
And maybe, just maybe, she could finally become someone her mother would have been proud of.