It's A Trap

Charmeleon opens its mouth and unleashes its Ember attack, red-hot sparks shooting towards the Rattata. Your opponent's face is a picture of frustration and concern; he knows it's over, he can barely even look... and then suddenly his confident smirk returns to his face, and he gives a simple snap of his fingers. His super-charged pokemon responds to his signal instantly, and easily dodges your starter's attack, before lowering its head and charging at the fire lizard with a tackle attack. The mouse pokemon's tiny body collides with Charmeleon's belly, and by your pokemon's reaction you'd think it'd been hit by a truck; the fire-type is launched into the air, doing a full flip before crashing down to the hard, rocky floor of the cave.

The Team Rocket member's smirk grows wider at the horrified look on your face, as you realise he was bluffing all along; he never had any real concern that he was going to lose this match, he just wanted to take you off your guard. "God, you're fucking stupid," he grins, the truth of his words hurting you almost as much as his pokemon's attack had hurt your Charmeleon. "You really thought I was scared I'd lose to some bimbo like you? Hah! Women being allowed to train pokemon is such a joke. The sooner you're all Team Rocket's sex slaves the better! And what a sex **** you're gonna be..." His horrible grin widens even more as he looks hungrily at your body.

You realise you're actually sweating with panic as you process what he just said. Sex ****?! You figured if he won this guy was just going to fuck you and leave; not a situation you wanted to be in, at all, but better than this alternative. You have to get out of this, you have to! "C'mon, Charmeleon, get up!" you plead desperately with your pokemon, but despite not technically having fainted the fire-type is barely moving, not even registering your words.

"Rattata, tackle again," your opponent says simply, and the mouse pokemon obeys, ramming its body into Charmeleon's again with terrifying speed and power. Your starter pokemon rolls along the ground limply, and it lands on its back in front of you, knocked out.

Tears start to well up in your eyes. Is this really how my journey ends? This isn't how it was supposed to go!

Through your tears you realise with a horrified gasp that your opponent's Rattata is glowing with the same white light as your Charmander earlier in the day, and when the light fades it's no longer a Rattata standing there, but a Raticate, still snarling and twitching from the chemical it had been injected with. "Nice!" grins the Team Rocket member, his new, more powerful pokemon clearly impressing him. "Now are you ready to give up, slut? C'mon, deep down you know your place..."

You know you can't win. You know there's no way Pidgey alone can defeat this chemically-enhanced pokemon, especially now that it's evolved. But giving up? Letting yourself become a... a fucking sex ****?! Is that really the only option here?