Bulbasaur

I've always liked grass pokemon. I've always felt that there's a certain elegance about them. Maybe it's because the first couple gym leaders have a weakness to grass types. Brok's a rock type trainer and Misty uses water pokemon. Well, whatever the case was I told the professor that I'd like to have Bulbasaur.

"An excellent choice," he said as he handed me Bulbasaur's pokeball. It didn't shock me that my dumb-ass rival said he wanted Charmander almost immedeately after I had Bulbasaur in my hand. Whatever, I'd catch a water-type later on and it wouldn't matter.

"Thanks, Professor," I said as I left the lab with my new pokemon. I started to walk down route 1. When a hot blond woman came from out of nowhere and walked right up to me.

"So, your a trainer?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am," I said clutching Bulbsaurs pokeball tightly in my hand.

"I need to see how tough my new pokemon is. Care to battle?" she asked.

"What's in it for me?" I asked with a sly smile. This girl was smoking hot and I was hoping she'd be grateful for the battle and want to repay me.

"If you win. I'll do anything you ask and I mean anything," she said with a wink.

"All right. Bulbasaur go!" I said eager to win so I could have my way with this gorgeous blond.

"Rattata go!" she shouted.