Norman stood in the private room of his gym. He looked out the windows at the sleepy 'city' below, though it was more like a town. He had lived here for a long time, having left for the place more than a decade prior to moving his family here with him from Goldenrod. He had wanted to move up in the world of thieves and he trained hard to get it… Even with that damn youngster, Sam, popping up randomly and beating him in fights. Norman had been the strongest thief in the Petalsburg
Gym and he was expected to stop challengers in their tracks so Captain Larson wouldn't have to fight. But that youngster was something else. At first glance, he was just a cute kid with an innocent face… That would instantly become a kid who could expertly command his insanely powerful Aggron. No one could beat that pair. If someone managed to get past the Aggron, he would be facing a Hariyama, Sceptile, Blaziken, or Swampert. In the end, it didn't matter. The Pokémon were fantastically trained under this kid who whole-heartedly admitted having too much time on his hands. Worst yet, the kid would take the badges he'd won and sell them to trainers who wanted to cheat their way into the Elite Four.