Despite the late hour and almost eerie emptiness of the gym, you and your Incineroar are as awake and focused as ever, engaged in a boxing match. The clock reads 2AM, yet there isn't a hint of tiredness in either of you. Sharply focused, you patiently wait for an opening to land a hit, only for Incineroar to suddenly land an unexpected, lightning fast hook punch to your head, sending you to the ground.

She walks up to your side, looking down at you, arms at her hips. Looks like I won again!