Ah, but that's operating on several assumptions, isn't it?

[Hello there, Bradley. As usual, the camera is angled horribly strangely, keeping the entirety of Descole's face well out of the frame; you can see the edges of a smirk well enough, however, as well as the fact that his hands are steepled together on the table.]

The primary one being that those judging the contest have any taste - given that they're judging insects all day, it's safe to say that their ability to appreciate things such as that Scyther may be a bit diminished.