Yes, but not honorably

Brooke holds your hand securely as she guides you backstage, preparing to use the very same stage that had strippers on it a few minutes ago as the arena for your battle. Walking alongside her, you notice that she’s much taller than you. Not quite as tall as Master Kim or Grey, but still taller than the average woman. Wait.

…

“Don’t touch me!” you command. Your forcefully rip your hand away from Brooke, then slap her on the shoulder for even touching you in the first place.

“You didn’t seem to mind much,” the Gym Leader counters. “Besides, it’s not like I slapped your bubble butt or anything.” Though she says that, she then proceeds to slap your bubble butt. The next instant, you’re being restrained by one of the men in suits, which is the only reason you haven’t already leapt upon Brooke and begun attacking her like a wild animal.

You scream, “Let me at her! She’s a disgrace to all womankind! Pervert! Womanizer! Bitch!” Grrrr, she makes you so mad! Acting like she can touch you however she wants just because she’s got an entourage of sluts to inflate her ego! Unsurprisingly, strip clubs still suck, and the people who run them suck most of all!

Brooke chuckles. “Geez, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Say, what’s your name, you lovely specimen?”

“Emilia,” you answer, practically spitting the word out.

“You know what I love about you, Lily? It’s that prickly nature of yours. Some girls are at their most beautiful when their soul burns with fury, and you’re definitely one of them! It assures me that your passion will burn all the brighter for me when we finally do the deed!”

“You’re the worst human being,” you state flatly.

Brooke laughs flippantly. “Such a temper. But don’t worry, baby! I can weather whatever your whirlwind of emotions might throw my way, so feel free to shower me in your harsh, abrasive affection! Also, I have quite the weakness for watching angry, brooding strippers. The more they hate it, the more fun it is to watch them doing it anyway! You and Suzy really will make a great pair.” She winks.

“Stop talking like you’ve already won!” you growl.

The suit carries you behind Brooke as you both step out on stage. With you both in position, Brooke says, “I’m supposed to tell you my Gym uses Rock-type pokemon, so I guess you should keep that in mind while you’re losing. I don’t really like drawn out battles, so I make my fights one versus one. Your move, cutie.”

Let’s see, if she uses Rock, then…

You laugh. You laugh and laugh until it turns hysterical. After all that talk, all that attitude, she’s going to battle you with Rock-type? This must be karma. Your entire team is super-effective against Rock!

Neither the crowd, nor Brooke, are in on the joke, so they all just wait silently. You don’t even think too much about which pokemon to use. Primeape should work fine, right? Yeah, let’s use him. You send out Primeape, who gets a bit startled at the lights and music, but quickly settles down.

Brooke yawns. “Ah, Fighting-type? That happens a lot. I suppose I should congratulate you for knowing something about your type matchups. I won’t be congratulating you for winning, though.” She runs her hand through her hair again, causing cheers from the crowd. So annoying… “Go, Golbat!”

Your jaw drops as Brooke sends a pokemon which is clearly not Rock-type onto the field. “That’s not Rock,” you observe bluntly.

“That also happens a lot,” the crooked Gym Leader muses. “I suppose a League Rep did come by to ask about that once, but we had ourselves a battle, she did a bit of dancing, and then she left. There was a second rep they sent, too, but she had a bit to drink, was shown a good time by our guests, and also left.” The crowd applauds as Brooke strikes an arrogant pose. So annoying…! “Basically, the Pokemon League is fine with me using whichever pokemon I want, so you’ll have to be fine with it, too.”