You wake up, feeling rumbling. You look around confused as you get out of bed. Is it an earthquake? You look outside the window to see... the house being lifted up and down? You head downstairs and out of the house, seeing the culprit. It's your huge, massive, beefy, muscular black Charizard with white stripes, Zaki. He's wearing his usual white shorts shorts and orange tank top that's way too small to cover the rest of his massive muscles. He's benchpressing the house with ease, his expression serious. Today you and Zaki are headed to a pokemon tournament for trainers so it makes sense that he's training. He sees you, stopping as he sits the house down with a loud thud.

"Morning. I am prepared to destroy the competition today." He says in his usual serious tone. Ever since you met him on Charizard Island, he's never been fully able to not be serious, except with you a bit.