I enjoyed the number of appeals that were displayed in that chapter, first of all. There was some pretty creative stuff there--it really reminds me of how much I like contest scenes and why.

Denise was certainly a memorable character (as were each of her daughters, for that matter). She was a rather interesting combination of disturbing and amusing. o_o;

And I really liked the inclusion of that last scene there. I always enjoy getting to see a familiar scene from a new angle. ^^

Other highlights and other things that I wanted to respond to directly:

Despite her initial protests, and using telekinesis to bash Milo against a wall, he had ordered Medicham to appeal for one part of the contest.
XDD

“Hey Assy McTwat,” Milo replied.
Yes, that still amuses me. X3

“While it is very impressive, The Chairman is at the Pokemon Contest today,” explained the boy. “He is one of the five judges.”

“He is?” Milo asked, frowning.

“He is,” the boy replied.

“That’s good,” Milo replied. “Because I’m competing in that later.”

“Great! You can leave,” the boy replied, slamming the door.

“You suit your name,” Milo said to the closed door. “ASSY MCTWAT!”
XD

“Hey, Mi!” came a cry. Mia looked to see her fourth friend, Daisy Oak, walk outside. “Come and have a look at this!”

“Daisy I know the toilet flushes automatically,” Mia muttered.
... XD

“Hurry up Tamara! DO YOU WANT TO FAIL!?” came the scathing screech.
Damn. o__o; Yep, like I said, disturbing yet amusing at the same time.

“Yes, well yes, I mean Tamara here is an aspiring coordinator,” Denise explained.
Oh yes, I'm sure that's Tamara's aspiration... XP

The little girl was chewing her security pass.
As I was saying. X3

“HA! Oh you are amusing. Oh! You’re serious? Come now, why don’t we share the tools of our trade?” asked Denise.

“You mean your daughter’s trade,” Milo said. “She’s competing.”

“Yes, well yes,” muttered Denise.
Busted! X3

“I said to Tamara, I said it’s a very…fragrant city. What did I say Debbie?”

The pale girl piped up.

“It’s a very fragrant city.”

“That’s right,” Denise replied. “Oh. This is Tamara’s elder sister Deborah. No talent whatsoever. She’ll never be a star. I said to Tamara, I said, she’s just not got the stamina. What did I say Debbie?”

“I just don’t have the stamina,” the girl replied sadly.

“But of course Tamara is viciously talented…she can sing, dance, debate, project her voice, distract, conduct and play the cello,” Denise explained. “Debbie hasn’t the figure to do that. What did I say, Debbie?”

“It‘s my metabolism,” Debbie admitted. Her mother’s eyes widened.

“I DID NOT SAY THAT!” she roared. “God!
Wow. o_o; I feel sorry for Tamara, too, as I do for any kid through whom a parent or any adult tries to live vicariously, but I feel even sorrier for Deborah. Yeah, in general, being a child of Denise would be... yeah. O_o;

That said, though, the last things out of Denise's mouth there in that excerpt did make me laugh. XD;

And we’re low on that moisturiser I like.
Gee, I wonder why? XP

Next up was a boy whose Machoke picked up one of the judges and twirled him around exotically. Juan looked increasingly frustrated as he flailed against the Machoke’s strong grip, explaining his fear of heights.

“Good going, Machoke!” the coordinator said.

“PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT OR I GUARENTEE YOU WILL GET A ZERO FROM ME!” Juan screamed.
Oh damn, now there's an amusing image. XDD Poor Juan, but still. X3;

Milo recalled battling Mia on Pua Samoa, and her recently evolved Ninetales’ use of Will-O-Wisp; lavender and periwinkle coloured flames that caused serious burns. In the heat of the moment, Milo deduced the flames she created were hotter, and burned brighter, causing their colour.

“Ruby concentrate on burning hotter flames,” Milo said. “Like a Will-O-Wisp.”

Ruby clenched her jaws and summoned fire. She spent longer swirling the flames around her body, perhaps to let the heat rise. Milo also knew fire Pokemon could adjust their body temperature, so Ruby was perhaps raising that, too. Suddenly she let out a roar and a hearty blast of blue fireballs exploded into the fire spin. Streaks of blue and purple melded among the attack and gave it a haunting look.
Nice touch there, Milo. ^^

“Arcanine!” moaned the Chairman of the Fan Club. “Beautiful! Regal! Amazing…soft…wild…19/20!”
XD I'm amazed that he managed to refrain from throwing a "hug it" in there. X3

Mary looked as if she had chewed a wasp.
I like that choice of words there.

“No!!!” Tamara wept, collapsing to the floor. “Mummy said Sudowoodo would get made into a chair if I didn’t get at least 75!”

“Oh god,” Mary blurted.
My sentiments exactly. o_o; Although, the fact that it was (one hopes) just an empty threat aside, one must admit that that'd probably make for one heck of a sturdy chair, albeit not a very confortable one, I imagine...

...Oh God, why did I dignify the topic of making a chair out of a sudowoodo with that much thought? XD;

“Are you going to hurt Debbie?” Tamara asked.

“We’ll see,” the woman replied testily.
Eep. o_o;

“Sleep powder!” he commanded. Shaking even more viciously, the purple blur produced thick clouds of sticky spores that wafted around the arena.

“Now use poison powder!”

A deep purple powder was then scattered into the air. The particles drifted around the large space; Milo was sure it would be damaging if the spores were inhaled by the audience. Suddenly Dior pointed upwards.

“Psychic!”

Venonat nodded and its eyes glowed brightly. The spores shifted slowly, Venonat arranging them into a shape. Milo watched as the telekinesis coiled the column of spores into a fierce dragon’s head, with the purple from the poison powder being used for shadowing and depth. Venonat sat among the cloud of spores as the dragon’s mouth opened wide; blue spores sprinkled were made into the sharp fangs and forked tongue.

“Solarbeam!” Dior ordered. Venonat fired the beam through the cloud, where it appeared to shoot from the dragon’s mouth. The audience cheered loudly as Venonat used a psychic attack to dispel all the spores into the air conditioning vent in the ceiling.
That was pretty darned cool, I thought.

A few people congratulated him as Denise scowled from nearby, applying copious amounts of lotion to her already lubricated hands.
Ew. I bet she slathers that stuff on so heavily that it drips constantly from her fingers as if they were the teeth of a xenomorph. X3