Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner.

"Alright, Squirtle, we still have this! We can't lose now!" You said, cheering on your dazed, little turtle.

"C'mon, slut. Accept it, you lost. Bulbasaur, growl." Blue groaned. Bulbasaur did as it was told.

Squirtle wanted to hide away, but it wanted to make you happy, so instead, it used a full-power tackle! It was knocked back a far distance, and Blue's Bulbasaur was badly hurt. It looked as dazed as your Squirtle did.

"Yeah Squirtle! Do that-"

"BULBASAUR! TACKLE!"

Your Squirtle knew exactly what you were going to say, and charged straight into Bulbasaur.

Both were a bit damaged by this move, and had fallen down.

"Get up, Squirtle!!!" You said, cheering for the little blue turtle.

"DAMNIT! Don't give up on me, you stupid frog!" Blue screamed.

Bulbasaur fainted.

And Squirtle slowly stood back up.

"WOOO!!! YEAH! WE DID IT! Ha! In your face, Blue!" You shouted, taunting Blue, who was obviously pouting about his loss.

"THAT WASN'T FAIR! I HAD A DISADVANTAGE!" Blue shouted.

"Actually, Bulbasaur has a-" Oak started.

"SHUT UP, GRAMPS!"

"Oh... okay..."

Gary stomped out of the lab, purposely bumping into your shoulder. At least he wasn't smacking your ass, or hitting your cleavage.

"Well. That was unexpected. You actually won! And you didn't lose." Oak said, semi proud of your victory. "Even though I'd love to see you- erm… nevermind! You are officially ready to set out into the world of Pokémon! Have fun now!"

You high-fived your Squirtle, and returned it to the pokeball it called home, so it could get some rest. You winked to the professor, and exited the laboratory.