No chance...

Blue's cocky attitude turns sour very fast. After the first Water Gun from Squirtle lands square the battle turns into a slow cat-and-mouse game that Golbat is soon obviously winning. Your heart begins beating out of your chest as the redheaded challenger instructs his flying pokemon to stay high in the treetops, far away from Squirtle's physical attacks while also keeping enough distance to avoid its water projectiles. You anxiously wrap both arms around Blue's bicep as you watch him get more and more frustrated that his Squirtle can't touch Golbat at all. Soon the opposing flying pokemon is sent all over the clearing, swooping just close enough to tease Squirtle into attacking but flying by fast enough to avoid getting hit.

Right when Blue starts to change his strategy and starts making Squirtle act more cautiously, the challenger ups his aggression. Golbat first throws out several Gust attacks that Squirtle can dodge easily, but with Blue's pokemon running around dodging it can't launch a counterattack. You cower closer to Blue as the surging wind makes fallen leaves fly all over the clearing, slightly obscuring your view of the battle.

When the mess settles the scene before you makes you audibly gasp. Golbat's sharp fangs dig into Squirtle's arm as a dangerous Poison Jab attack lands true. As Golbat releases its grip, Squirtle tries in vain to counter with a slow Tackle. Golbat returns to its typical height near the top of the trees and watches as Blue desperately tries to instruct his quickly fading Squirtle and somehow pull out a win before the turtle succumbs to the poison. All you can do is watch in horror as Golbat easily dodges every ****, flailing attack that Squirtle throws out as the poison slowly weakens it.

When Squirtle finally falls over and faints, the challenger recalls his Golbat and stares directly into your eyes, smugness oozing off his face like a hunter eyeing up an animal he's just killed. Blue recalls his fainted Squirtle and kicks the grass around him, cursing under his breath at his first loss.

Your heart leaps up to your throat as the victorious trainer steps towards you, knowing that unless something extraordinary happens you're about to get fucked.