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[attr="class","skullbody"]It was the first weekend of the Blackwing Bazaar. So far, it was off to a bit more of a whimper than a bang. Starting from the bottom meant starting from the bottom, after all. Isaac's rinky-dink operation was currently an unproven element in the eyes of grey market dealers and gang-stars alike. They'd need more than just a warehouse in the middle of nowhere to lend their support. No big names, no big products? No big crowds.[break][break]

That was okay. That just meant Isaac would have to provide his own bang.[break][break]

Until the Bazaar had a self-sustaining network of vendors, he needed to get people's asses in the seats. That was why, before anything else, Isaac aimed to provide entertainment. It was the bedrock, the foundation, the first step in the food chain. Where entertainment traveled, people followed. Where people traveled, markets sprang up like moss on a log. And at that point, the loop just kept building up on itself. Now, how would be find the right entertainment?

Luckily, Isaac was impulsive, not stupid. All it took was the right rumor seeded in the right place to get those first few initial eyes on his product. The miners of Rustboro were a rough and tumble lot, on account of all the stone-smashing and fossil-hauling they did. They were the type that liked seeing some action, and if there was anything Isaac could bring to the table it was action.[break][break]

This was why anyone who entered the Bazaar for the day would be treated to a large Aggron with warpaint all over her armored plating standing triunphantly in a wrestling ring. A Totodile and Cubone wearing matching luchador masks were trying their damndest to lift her up, but sbe simply crossed her arms and laughed off their feeble attempts.[break][break]

Isaac, lounging back in a chair with his feet propped up on his announcer's desk, held a microphone high as he called out to the curious crowds. "That's right, folks! Try as they might, the Surf'n'Turf Special just can't get any ground! The eigth wonder of the world, the mountain that walks, the metal general herself, La Plancha Grandisima refuses to budge!"[break][break]

She looked down at the Surf'n'Turf Special, cocked a steely brow at them, and promptly showed the two what she thought of their attempts. She clonked their heads together like coconuts, then tossed them out of the ring like yesterday's trash. "Can anyone lift the undefeatable, undisputed, undeniable champ herself?" Isaac asked into his microphone. "Cause lemme tell ya, not even Rustboro's quarries have seen a rock anything like this before!"[break][break]

Worked up by the challenge, the miners began fumbling with their Pokeballs, murmuring among one another to see who called first dibs. But would they be beaten to the punch?

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