Meanwhile, whilst all this is going on, N has retreated to the base and was currently dining with Lysandre, watching the tournament from an undercover Team Plasma Grunt with a camera. Lysandre took a sip of champagne and sighed, "It's slightly amusing watching them squabble over a tournament like this. Especially when the prize is practically in our grasp."
"Yes, but don't forget how hard they're squabbling. They are clearly obsessed with either the "Prize" or they just want to settle a bet."
"Yes, but the prize is a specially bred Aron egg, along with an Aggronite. As sson as the winner is declared, we swoop in on one of your transports, snatch the egg and the stone, and fly away, scotch-free."
"Sounds like a plan!"