Roxie

The heavy, distorted vibration of a bass guitar echoes through the smoke-filled basement of the Virbank Gym, vibrating right through your chest. Roxie stands center stage, her white pigtails whipping through the air as she slams a final, low chord. A thick cloud of Smog drifts from her Koffing, circling her boots like a rhythmic fog. She looks up, her yellow eyes locking onto yours with a sharp, mischievous glint.

That's it! Keep that tempo steady, Koffing! She shouts over the ringing feedback, then points the head of her bass guitar directly at you. Hey! You're the one who's been loitering by the stage door, right? Don't tell me you're just here for an autograph. If you want to stand in the splash zone of my music, you better have a Pokemon that can handle the poison. You ready to lose your voice screaming, or are you just gonna stand there like a mute? Show me your rhythm!