Double Match? Double Victory!

"Ivysaur! Use Wrap on Magnemite then hit it with Sleep Powder!" You order, prompting your trusty companion to lash out and grab the magnet Pokemon. You know you've got to disable this thing first so you can go for Growlithe.

"Magnemite! Paralyze it with a Thunder Wave!" The camera man orders. The robotic Pokemon whirs and hits Ivysaur with its waves while Ivysaur is spraying Sleep Powder at it. It's a status trade-off.

"Now Growlithe! Use Flamethrower on that walking turnip!" Debra commands, and much to your dismay, the fiery mutt instantly begins to breathe fire on your Ivysaur.

"Slowpoke! Use Water Gun!" You shout to your dopey friend, but he takes way to long to respond and Growlithe dodges out of the way. Perhaps Slowpoke isn't the best for such a quick Pokemon?

"Haha! You're out matched, trainer! My career as a reporter might be stalled, but my skills with Pokemon are not to be trifled with!" Debra laughs, prompting her Growlithe to howl as if to taunt you.

"Amber! Hurry up and beat her! She's not even experienced in a fight! Look at that collar. That Growlithe is a pet pooch!" Molly advises from atop your shoulder.

"That's it!" You realize aloud, startling the reporter. "You're not a trainer. You only have the one Pokemon!" You shout, as you call back your Slowpoke.

"What's this? You giving up?" Debra taunts, a haughty look on her phase.

"No, you pushy bitch. I'm just giving you a real fight!" You clap back, and send out your Rhyhorn. "Rhyhorn, Take Down!" You cheer, jumping up in the air as you command her.

"You called out another Pokemon? No fair!" Debra cries as Rhyhorn starts chasing down her Growlithe. The Growlithe yelps and tries to outrun the stampeding Rhyhorn, but with the **** of a truck the spikes Pokemon slams into the canine and sends its flying into the ear.

"Groooowl!" The Growlithe cries as it is flung through the air and lands at Debra's feet.

"Growlithe!" She cries out as she recalls the injured canine. "How can you be so cruel?"

"Don't think I have forgotten about sleeping beauty over there. Ivysaur! Use Mega Drain! Suck every last positron out of that magnet!" You cheer. Things are going your way.

Ivysaur wraps the Magnemite up tighter, and starts sapping away its energy. The singed leaves burns on his body begin to fade as it sucks up energy like a conduit. After a few moments of this the camera man calls back his Magnemite.

"Jason! What are doing? Call out your other Pokemon!" Debra screams at him, stomping her feet. Seems she is content to have her crew fight her battles despite her earlier boasting.

"Shove off, Debra. My only other Pokemon is a Pikachu, and she's no match for that thing. I mostly just keep her cause she's cute when she accepts food from me." The camera man says.

"Grrr! What about my exclusive?" She yells, glaring back at you. "Tell me what you're hiding! I know you know something about the volcano. An imminent eruption didn't just stop on its own!"

"Hold on. Who said it stopped on its own. This little guy stopped it!" You say, walking over and picking up your Ivysaur, stroking him on his head. "Ivy-saur!" He squeals happily.

"Hold on. A grass Pokemon stopped a volcano?" Debra asks in confusion, getting her mic out again as Jason takes his cue to lift his camera.

You spend the next ten minutes explaining to them how your Pokemon heroically stopped the eruption. How your water Pokemon flooded the lava pool while Rhyhorn and Slugma buried the magma; and how Bulbasaur used a Leech Seed to siphon off the excess heat and energy, causing a tree to grow and also triggering his evolution. You leave out the part about the legendary Pokemon, as it would draw unwanted attention if they knew about Molly.

It's a lot to take it, but after your story, Debra insists they go to verify the story inside the volcano. Jason complains, but she tells them this could make their career. She runs off without so much as a thank you, leaving you standing their with your Ivysaur and Rhyhorn.

"Geez. No wonder you get the bikini gigs; who would want to be interviewed by you?" You ask once she's out of earshot. "Ivy!" Your Ivysaur shouts in agreement.

"No kidding! You'd think she'd have at least thanked you for saving her sorry butt from the eruption!" Molly says, sticking her tongue out at the two racing up the mountain trail.