Go, Charmander!

The second the Professor gives the signal, you and Green each activate your pokéball, releasing your pokémon in perfect unison. A thrill shoots through through you as you see your charmander materialize from the red beam of the ball for the first time, only a few meters from Green's bulbasaur.

With a grin, you push aside your wonder at being in your first real battle, and focus on winning it with tactical finesse. You wait for Green to act, having a strategy ready for all of her likely approaches.

She stares you down, likely waiting for you to make a move as well. She cracks before you do however, her energetic nature getting the better of her as you'd planned. "This won't be much of a show if we just sit here all day, Bulbasaur, throw out a cloud of sleep powder and charge into it!"

The little green pokémon obeys it's master's orders and launches a cloud of green powder toward your charmander. Your view is obscured, but you can hear it scurry into the cloud and toward you.

Its an innovative tactic, but you know how to respond. "Charmander, jump back and use ember on the powder!"

Charmander obeys, jumping back half a meter and lobbing a ball of flame at the approaching green cloud. Just as the flame is about to hit, Green's eyes go wide and she shouts, "Bulbasaur, grab the stage lights with your vine whip and pull yourself up!"

When the fireball reaches the spore cloud, it explodes in flame. At the same time, Green's bulbasaur flies out of the explosion toward the ceiling, barely singed.

Green follows up quickly with, "Now swing down and tackle it before it can recover!"

Your charmander needs time to recover before it can launch another ember attack, but you're not about to let it get knocked down by a flying tackle. As the grass-type is hurtling toward it, you command, "Charmander, brace yourself and scratch it when it comes down!"

The small orange lizard readies it's claws and lowers its tail to the ground to provide more support. When the bulbasaur reaches it, it rakes its claws across the other pokémon's green flesh. Charmander is still hit with a heavy blow though, and is pushed back, barely managing to keep from falling.

Bulbasaur lands on its feet, though it staggers from the pain. Green yells, "Vine whip it's legs!"

As its twin vines shoot toward your pokemon, you shout, "Ember, again!". Before the vines can reach, Charmander launches another ball of fire, hitting its mark and scorching Green's bulbasaur. The grass type struggles to stand for a moment, but the type-advantage is too much and it falls to the ground ****.

"Bulbasaur is ****, Charmander and Red are the winners!" announces Professor Oak from his spot on the sidelines.

The crowd roars as you and Green recall your pokémon. The two of you shake hands for the crowd, Green smirking and whispering, "I almost got you."

"You didn't though," you return with a smirk of your own.

Green shakes her head. "Fair enough. I guess you win our little wager."

Your mind blanks for a moment, then you remember. The bet you and Green made on the way to the lab had completely slipped your mind in all the excitement. You can make her do anything. Anything.

Before your mind can really start processing what that means, Professor Oak pulls you aside for a few comments on the match. The next couple of hours are a blur of speeches, ceremony, congratulations, and finally a tearful goodbye to your mother. Through it all, the thought of your bet with Green pokes at the back of your mind.