She sticks it out.

If she runs now, her life is definitely ruined. But if she stays, she may have a chance. Actually, she thinks that maybe her previous battle taught her something. She can see what strategies might work. "I can win this, I am the best trainer in the world!" She thinks, suddenly feeling more confident.

Blue and Oak watch as she seems to go through a cycle of emotions, from anger to despair to finally something like triumph. However, all they care about is how her F-cups bounce when she stands up straight. It takes a minute for Blue to realize she is looking him in the eyes, and that she was trying to communicate something.

"I said, I am ready to take you down asshole. When I am done with you, you'll quit being a trainer for good."

"Whatever you say sugar tits. Let's take this outside."

The two walk together out the double doors of the lab, with Oak following a bit behind. He didn't want to miss this, no matter what happens.

"Are you ready for my **** perv?" Amber gloats. "Your type advantage means nothing, cause me and Charmander have the power of friendship!"

Blue looks down at the Charmander, seeming caught up with chasing a butterfly. He smirks.

"Just shut your cock pipe and get ready. I am so looking forward to this!"

Oak readies the two competitors, and officiates. "Today we have a battle for the ages! On one side, the most promising new trainer in Pallet town, we have Blue with his battle ready Squirtle! And on the other, we have the closest approximation to a cow walking on two legs, Amber and her easily distracted Charmander! On my marks!"

"You are going down bitch. During the battle, and right after too." Blue taunts.

"Oh yeah? Well you are gonna... wait what did the Professor say?" Amber says with confusion.

"3... 2... 1... GO!"