"Match," a WhiteOp muttered to himself from his place among the stands. Small, black vortexes began to open up all over the stadium, releasing small bits of magic to repair the stadium of its damage. The WhiteOp appeared before the two contestants, in the middle of the arena, a smile on his face, as his voice boomed, "I hereby declare the victor of the first match, Jay, the Templar. He will advance to the next round of the tournament. Both contestants may now report to the medical wing for post-match checkup. The next match shall begin shortly. Thank you."
And with that, he was gone.