“Pulse is fine, breathing is stable… so, pray tell, why isn’t this person waking up? They aren’t dead, are they?” Maxie looked down at you with slight concern, a brow raised on his RBF expression.

That stands for Resting Bitch Face, by the way.

Upon noticing your slight stir, he relaxed slightly, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

“Ah, good! You’ve succumbed to consciousness. I was thinking my Grunts had done more than needed damage to your puny brain, leading to your untimely demise, but here you are!” Maxie smiled, “I was beginning to talk to myself as a means to cope with the silence. Well, I’m sure you are wondering why you’re here.”

In a haughty manner, the red-haired man continued, “I, Maxie, have brought you here into Team Magma’s grand base for a discussion.”

Come to think of it, you did recall beating a couple hooligans in red with your Pokémon before seeing black.