Bend The Rules

You shake your head and attempt to compose yourself, recalling Mankey to its pokeball and getting yourself ready to try to continue the battle. The fact that you even thought about giving up and willingly submitting to this pervert makes you feel ashamed. There's no way that his Rattata, even with the 'Rocket Fuel' injected into it, could be strong enough to take down both of your other pokemon.

Wait a second. Both your other pokemon? An idea hits you like a flash of lightning. Why did it take me so long to think of this? If this guy isn't going to play by the rules, why should I?

"Charmeleon! Pidgey! Go!" You use both your arms to throw pokeballs and release your two pokemon, Charmeleon snarling at the Rattata and its trainer while Pidgey fixes the mouse pokemon with a steely glare.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" yells the Team Roket member. "Two against one isn't in the rules!"

Hell yes! you think to yourself. You had been banking on him only having one pokemon, and it seemed by his reaction that that was the case. "What are you gonna do about it?" you say mockingly, your confidence returning to you as you smile at your opponent's frustration. "Call the cops on me? Tell the Pokemon League I'm cheating? Go on, I dare you."

"Ugh! Fuck you, bitch!" he snaps, looking like he'd strangle you if your two pokemon weren't standing in front of you.

Your smug smile grows wider; this level of confidence is perhaps dangerous, as you haven't won the battle yet, but he obviously isn't feeling great about his chemically-enhanced pokemon's ability to take down two foes, and you can't resist making fun of his words from just a minute ago. "You still planning on seeing this battle through, or can we just skip to the good part already?"

"You fucking slut..." he growls under his breath. "Alright, you asked for it. Get 'em, Rattata!"