Hot! As in you're fried...

You two are now outside Pallet Town and square up to begin your fight. After reaffirming the stakes, you become a little nervous...but don't fret! You got the best goal you'll ever find outside of achieving your father's ambitions right in front of you, right within grasp! You two call out your pokemon.

"Bulbasaur, assist me!"

"Charmander, get fired up!"

The two pokemon appear and glare at one another, they have been well bred. They've been cooped up in their pokeballs for too long and they want to stretch out their combat prowess. Despite what's at stake, you can't help but feel the electricity in the air, the anticipation of the first fight.

"Alright, Balbasaur! Time to show 'em what we're made of!"

As you said that, you noticed that your Bulbasaur seems to seemingly stiffen up at hearing your voice. It doesn't look back or anything, it just gets back into its fighting stance. Nevermind that, it's concentrating on the fight now, and so should you.

And it seems like you're going to need all the fighting spirit possible...that Charmander has a fiery determination to it...

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You're not sure how it happened, but you are right here...right now...defeated. You're on your knees in despair as you call back your critically injured Bulbasaur. Sure, you were at a type disadvantage, but you just thought you could manage to overcome. The prize was too great and your will too strong.

But it seems none of that was enough. Now, you have to comply with whatever Blue wants to do with you. You can fill the pit inside of you growing darker as Blue is deviously smirking as he walks up to you.