You are in the National Johto League Track Championships running on the track along with the other runners who are competing for first place.

You’re neck and neck with a Lucario you’re going as fast as you can, but you start to fall behind, you’re running out of stamina, you can feel as turrets of sweat running down your body as you run, but you’re not giving up. You can still run, you can still go on, you can-

Whoooooooooooooosh!

In an instant, a fiery runner blitz passes you and the Lucario, quickly making it to the finish line and winning the tournament. The runner was the best athlete in the world, The biggest and buff track star, and the one who was standing at the starting line at the start of the final lap. He was Sol, a Rapidash and living legend.

You couldn’t believe you eyes, as the pressure from the Rapidash caused you to fall on the track, as all the other runners passed by you, leaving you in last place. You lost.

You’re in the locker room, wiping off all the sweat from the run, as you reminisce about the final lap. You were embarrassed of yourself, falling on the track near the end of the lap. You couldn’t even get up fast enough to get third place, now you’re last, heading home to your lonely apartment, with nothing.

As you close your locker door, someone else enters the locker room, it was Sol. He was standing right in front of you, looking down at you with his stern red eyes. He was tall, taller than you, buffer than you too. Other than the garter belt and the steel bracelets he was wearing, his perfect body was completely exposed. His presence sends off warm air around you.

There was a long silence between you two, one that could have lasted eternally if Sol hadn’t broken it.

Hello…