Charmander vs Weedle!

"Charmander, go!" You declare as you stand and launch your Pokeball.

"A Charmander. A cute weak little Charmander!" Jamie croons, patronizingly. They've pushed their way through the wild grass so that they can watch you.

"We'll show you! Charmander, use ember on the Weedle!"

This is the first time you've ever told your Charmander to use ember. As you understand it, ember is the most basic of the fire type moves that a Charmander is capable of. Most can use it, but the weakest can't. So there's a chance that you're just about to humiliate yourself even further, and be exposed as a complete fraud of a Pokemon trainer.

"Char Char!" Charmander roars adorably, and then shoots a number of little fiery pellets from his mouth.

You watch with amazement and joy as this orange-red rain descends upon the Weedle. The poor critter has no chance, and is instantly knocked out.

"HAH! Cute little Charmander, my ass!" You pump a fist in the air with elation.

And then you have an excellent idea... Time to end this period of being a newbie with only one Pokemon.

"Pokeball, GO!" You do it just like the old man showed you, and are pleased to see the Pokeball fly really close to the Weedle, only barely missing him. It easily detects the fainted Weedle and captures it.

"YEAH! WOOHOO!" You won't let the nearby lingering threat of sexual **** ruin this moment for you - you've just caught your first ever Pokemon! You leap for joy and do a little dance. "Go Amber! Go Amber!" You cheer yourself shamelessly.

"Nice one Amber!" Belle looks pleased for you too, but still very nervous about the two blue-haired trainers that are standing nearby.

Jamie slow claps. "She caught a Weedle. What a pro." He remarks with obvious sarcasm.

"Oh my god, they really are pathetic, aren't they." Marcella sighs. "I almost want to break my rule and let you challenge her, just to wipe that ridiculous smile off her face."

"You know, you're a real bitch." You snap, emboldened by your recent success.

Marcella's eyes narrow, and you can see that you're very close to properly pissing her off.

And then, her expression calms again, and she looks dainty and innocent and ladylike.

"Jamie, if that whore with the Charmander is still in this clearing in thirty seconds, I give you permission to challenge her." She says in a sugar sweet voice.

"My pleasure." Jamie takes a Pokeball from his belt.

You squeak with fear, grab the Pokeball containing your new Weedle, and then run east back down the path, as fast as you can.

"Amber! Wait for me!" You hear Belle doing her best to keep pace behind you, but you don't slow down, **** to make sure you're out of sight before the thirty seconds are up.