Kick the living tar out of Blue

You point the pokeball at the Pikachu and it tries to dodge but you just hit it with the beam. Ash looks a little dumbstruck by this as you walk to the back yard but you have no idea why.

Blue Is doing exactly what his grandpa said he was, using his Charmander to burn stuff. You find yourself a little angry because You wanted the Bulbasaur and you know he only got the Charmander to consistently beat you. "Hey Red want to make a wager on who will be the better trainer? Bet me and Charmy can beat you no problem." You pay almost no attention to him, though you are unconsciously mouthing his speech since you could have predicted the whole thing including what the pretentious ass would name his Charmander. Instead, you hold up a finger while you use your Pokedex to scan both his Charmander and your Pikachu, learning their moves, weaknesses, strengths, and smile as you see the perfect maneuver.

"What do you want to bet?" He grins thinking he has an easy target "How about that sweet ass?" You are taken a bit back, once or twice he has made a pretty big bet for a BJ but never actually tried to fuck you before "And what are you putting up?" He shrugs and gestures lewdly at his cock. You laugh hard enough to nearly hurt yourself then calm yourself down "No even though I know I'm gonna win cutting off your sausage seems a bit rough, how about you bet me Charmy." they both look at you now and he nods "Yea I have been practicing all morning with him and there is no chance we can lose right?" Charmy nods, it is always surprising how smart pokemon are.