As the crowd cheered, the WhiteOp brought the two close to him, whispering, "Remember, there is to be no killing. I reserve the right to stop the match at any time. Give them a good show, alright? Now, both of you, after I announce the match, bow to each other and begin."
Facing the crowd, the WhiteOp announced, his voice amplified, "I hereby declare... The commencement... Of the first match!"
And with that, the WhiteOp moved like a blur, finding his place perched ontop of the press box miles above, watching the tournament begin.