Budokai Tournament 11/10/2018

The plan worked, with the obvious price paid. Regashi was able to force the guy to step back from the impact of the strike which was a grateful experience because otherwise a full impact from that punch definitely would have done some serious damage. He took a moment as the taste of blood graced his tongue, to which he gathered some saliva to spit the blood out on the stage. "Solid punch kid." He spoke jokingly, fully aware that being a teenager with an appearance that gives him some extra years to seem older.

He kept his eyes on his opponent, although slightly distracted by his own thoughts at the moment. Though the moment came once more where the man took the Reiryoku and started to redistribute the energy towards each of his limbs, except for the arm that Regashi successfully took out. 


This guy is determined, even with one arm. 

Regashi could see the motivation driving the guy and honestly found it pretty impressive. It made him wonder, for what reason is this man participating. "Toku! Stop playing around!" Obviously the noise of the crowd was roaring in volumes, but that could never stop Sozo from making sure that she was heard, especially when she decides to scold Regashi. 

I swear that girl thrives to be a pain in my ass.

Quickly he turned his focus back on the guy who was charging with what appeared to be the same exact tactic that he just did. There could be no way that he would be dumb enough to attempt the exact same attack fully aware of the results that just occurred. Regashi attempted to determine what kind of tactic he was doing, based on his form and combat style but there was no sense of predictability to even reason to the attacks that he could determine. 

As the attack came, Regashi made the decision to actually put forth sincere effort as his hands began to form a few signs (Ram → Snake → Tiger), "Lightning Release, Chakra Flow." Instantly electricity would literally fill the air as the faint sounds of static energy could be heard discharging from his body and the thinnest aura could be seen forming around his body. This done as a response to the punch that never came, a feint, which became a rotating motion. A smile formed on the face of the Regashi standing in the charging electrical field. 

Sweeping kick...

Quickly the electrical sparks flying turned from the vibrant blue to a midnight blue color as the entire arena suddenly felt the pressure of the electrical chakra coming from his body. The man's moves because easier to observe and react to as Regashi managed to step out of the way of the attack and 'see' him attempt to move for some second attack. Regashi would use that time to use his enhanced nerves to move out of the way a few meters away. "Not bad." 

Regashi simply let out a laugh as imagined Sozo yelling at him right now, "I said stop playing around, you jackass!" Almost like she was summoned, although Sozo did not find humor in that. 

"So..." With both of his hands on the back of his head relaxing with his fixed gaze on his opponent, "What else you got?"


WC - 554
TWC - 1,845

Combat Information:

This guy, this shinobi, was stronger than he let on. Chris mistook his calm demeanour as evidence that he wouldnt be going all out. Though, with prizes like these, especially one like a dragonball, he everyone should be taking it seriously. He had already made mistakes this match, and it didnt look good, but he wouldnt give up. Regashi's senses were too sharp. He could see each and every one of his attacks coming, but aside from that, they were evenly matched, though he was getting the feeling Chris was faster. If he overwhelmed him with constant attacks, he might get his hits in. This time, without sacrificing the use of a limb. Chris let out a long, exasperated breath, and cracked his neck with his right hand

Ugh. I really wasnt ready for you to be so strong.

Electricity crackled and sparked around him, and it felt as though it were weighing him down. This was no doubt another shinobi technique, but this was one he felt he could match as well. Hoping to at least put on a good show for everyone, Chris summoned his strength, and felt the energy burning in his chest spread through his body and fill him with a growing warmth. There was a spark of fire in his eyes as he withdrew a token from his shirt pocket - a small plastic figure of a man holding a staff. He closed his fist around it tightly, and spiked his reiatsu, activating his full power. Reiatsu swirled around him as whisps of orange and red fire, and in an instant, his outward appearance changed drastically. His unkempt clothes were replaced with tattered, brown robes, and the figurine in his hand grew and snaked into a long staff with a spear tip fixed at the bottom. There was a sudden murmur in the crowd, questioning his intention of summoning a weapon. He knew the rules though, and had no intention of using it. It just had to be brought out before he set it aside. Chris quickly made his way to the edge of the stage and planted the spear tip firmly into the ground. He had a feeling his opponent wouldnt attack him with his back turned, so he made no particular rush of the action. He just wanted to level the playing field before resuming the fight. With his weapon set aside, he returned to his place in the arena, and met Regashi's gaze again. On one half of the arena, the air was charged with static electricity, on the other, the air was being heated by the thin whips of flame dancing around Chris. Where they met, their energies battled for territory, both pushing against the other forming a thin wall where the two elements met. Chris readied himself again, keeping his limp arm behind him and holding his right arm in front of his face. His knees were bent, his shoulders were tense, but his face was showing nothing but pure excitement. The crowd's cheers matched the level of intensity on the stage, and to think this was only the first match.

Ready when you are, Regashi.


WC 527

Tournament Stats and Skills:

Regashi would keep his eye on his opponent, though slightly distracted by another presence in the crowd that he did not expect to appear. “Sensei… What are you doing here right now?” It was a strange occurrence to know that Higo had appeared but it was not a surprise. Still Regashi had to push it out of his mind and keep his attention on the person that he was standing across from. “You got some skills yourself.”
 
It was when he brought his attention back to the man that he saw the alteration of the Reiryoku in his body, as it began to grow from the small dancing ball of fire and flow through his body like an angry steam. From his pocket he removed a small item which was a curious thing to see as it held a similar core to its holder.
 
The moment that his hand fully clasped around the item did Regashi realize what was transpiring, which made sense after the research he was forced to make in regards to the other races that have recently became relevant to his existence. Some people were known to be capable of transforming in a way that could alter their form and give a new world of powers reminiscent of ninjutsu.
 
The explosion of power was a spectacle to say the least, but the surprise of the crowd when the man was revealed with a weapon was the interesting part. Regashi watched as one of the attendants prepared to interject with the fact that a weapon was brought into the arena, which was illegal and cause for disqualification. To that, he lifted his hand and waved the attended away before they could respond and they were calmed after the fact that the man planted his weapon out of the arena bounds.
 
Regashi assumed that the weapon had to be part of the whole transformation and of course would respect the constraints of powers he could not understand fully. Though his lack of understand would not change the increased heat that he could feel from the new form that was contrasting his own electrical energy charging in the air.
 
Now the man appeared prepared as he entered a stance ready for the battle to continue. “By the way… I never got your name.” Regashi could only make a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his head in a bit of embarrassment. Sozo was the one who signed him up and was paying attention to every part of the tournament, and honestly originally assumed she wanted to join herself.
 
With whatever response given, Regashi decided that it was time to focus, “Keep moving forward…” He spoke part of his mantra spoken loud enough to be heard, “Kaimon.” With that last word, Regashi rushed forward and apparently with a speed greater than before as a streak of lightning could be seen trailing his body. With a perceptive enough eye, one could actually see the streaks wrapping around his arms like a fabric.
 
Each movement made started to shred some of the clothing from the body of Regashi as each step caused the ground to crack under the pressure. “Thunderbolt Dance…” Once he approached close enough, Regashi would literally slide along the ground to obtain a position below his target with the appearance of attempting to sweep kick.
 
The moment he got close enough, “Thunderclap.” With or without the successful sweep kick, Regashi would expel all of his chakra from the Tenketsu that are directed at his opponent to send him into the air using the electricity generated from his movement. The hope is that the force would launch him in the air so that Regashi can use high Lightning Release Body Flicker and complete the Thunderbolt Dance: Primary Lightning Strike. Using the Lightning Chakra strands as binds for the Technique.
 
Though it important to know that Regashi is not aiming to hurt his opponent so devastatingly, the focus is to actually slam his opponent into the out of bounds area.


WC: 835
 

Combat Information:

The first match of the tournament had begun, however Ikazuchi couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to it. With each moment he was focused on understanding his recently obtained power. His sense of sight, smell, and hearing had all been progressively growing by the moment. After experiencing the baptism of Electra’s lightning changes had gradually become apparent, and it was only by adjusting that he could face his opponent that he would meet later.

The strength of his body hadn’t changed greatly, however in such a short amount of time the energy belonging solely to himself had already doubled. He could clearly feel his growth despite the volatile energy present inside of him due to Electra. If Ikazuchi hadn’t guessed wrong it was likely that by the time the tournament ended most of this strength would have become his own.

In the future a chance to rapidly progress while also being able to safely take part in battle likely wouldn’t present itself again. Even though it wouldn’t be quite like a life or death battle, it would allow him to completely exert himself at the exact time he needed to do so.

In the corner of the participants waiting area, Ikazuchi sat alone with his eyes closed analyzing the lightning energy raging around his body. Each breath of his caused it to surge over his limbs and slightly change his constitution. These slight changes he paid close attention to, gaining insights into how he could apply further changes with his Runic Refinement Magic. If he had enough time he would have even considered testing the insights that he gained, however he didn’t have enough time to pursue those improvements yet. That simply left more for him to look forward to in the future.

If anyone were to be paying close attention to him as the fight took place they would notice the lightning energy used in the fight flowing towards him as it dissipated. It wasn’t intentional, however as his body’s changes became more apparent he had difficulty controlling this aspect. The definition of his muscles became more visible, while the size grew slightly. His teeth ached as they changed to a slightly sharper appearance that was clearly less human like. A throbbing sensation could be felt from his closed eyes.

Progressively, those throbs and aches spread to every inch of his body. To him it felt as if a long period of time passed for these changes to take place, however the changes came rapidly over only a few short moments. Thanks to his innate affinity for the element his body was able to quickly adjust to the element, but had to forcefully become a vessel for the dragon factor to take root. He was aware of this as most of the information on the magic, as well as it’s progression were directly transferred to him through some mysterious magic.

It was unknown exactly how how long had passed, but the moment that he opened his eyes the shone with a electric light as small arcs danced around his body. As the energy faded and receded back into his body he took note of the Ninja known as Regashi’s actions, paying particularly close attention to lightning energy he could see being emitted. After obtaining his new magic and becoming a Third Generation Dragon Slayer it seemed that he was attracted the this energy to the extent that he could smell and taste the energy from a distance. It was almost as if he was looking directly at a treat as focused on it.

Taking a deep breath Ikazuchi forced his attention away and controlled himself with a deep breath. “I can’t let these new urges control me… But, I can’t deny that I am excited to fight now that I am forced to watch this.” He had lived his life struggling day to day, and now he could relax and take on a challenge like this. The contrast between his less than a day before, and the present situation was like night and day for himself. He knew he couldn’t be complacent, but he was thankful for the change of pace. Now, having gained a more clear understanding and control over his Dragon Slayer Magic Ikazuchi was prepared for the upcoming rounds.

Word Count - 713

Release Gained: Beginner Third Gen. Dragon Slayer (500 WC required)

Oh I'm sorry man. I thought you heard it in the announcement. My names Chris Stowe.

The two of them, for a moment, didnt look to be in the middle of an intense fight in a martial arts tournament. Chris gave a sheepish half wave and smiled at him, genuinely feeling like this was one of the funnest times he has had in the past few years. He hoped after the fight that they could talk more, but for now, he had to focus. No matter how friendly they were being, he wanted to win, so when Regashi started to focus more and get serious, so did Chris. He heard him say "Keep moving forward", and then something else that sort of sounded like the words "Come on."

Lets give them a show. Bring it on, Regashi.

Chris watched, impressed, as a sudden huge surge of power erupted from the shinobi. He could actually feel the difference in the air around him. The crowd screamed in excitement when suddenly, the shinobi dashed forward in a sudden extreme burst of speed. He was faster now, considerably, and his movement seemed to charge the electricity around him. Chris was still able to maintain his sight on him throughout the short moment it took him to close that gap between them, though. He readied himself, paying attention to each detail - the ground cracking underfoot, the electricity coating his limbs, and the look of extreme focus in his pale eyes.

The moment he got close enough, Chris made his move. He saw the wind up of the low, sweeping kick start, and he started to simply jump slightly over it, but something caught his attention. A huge spike in Regashi's energy as he approached, something like the strike that disabled his left arm before. Unsure of what was about to occur, he abandoned hope of a counter attack in this moment, and focused on dodging at far away as possible, fearing the worst. A sudden huge burst of energy shot outward and up directly from Regashi's body. It was like a wave of force that would have easily knocked him skyward. This guy's abilties were seemingly far beyond his own, but he couldnt count himself out yet. As long as he didnt lose focus, he could fight. Before he touched the ground, he kicked hard with both feet, focusing his energy in the soles of his feet to use Bringer Light mid air, and dove for him as fast as he could muster. He aimed a headbutt directly for his chest, and if he connected, planned to follow through with a full body tackle and take him to the ground. If he could get a hold on him, he wouldnt let go of him so easily. He wanted to bring the fight closer, and remove his ability to freely dodge or aim precision strikes like he was able to before.


WC - 486

Tournament Stats and Skills:

Regashi was prepared to end it with this tactic, and watched as Chris took the chance to avoid the sweep kick with a jump. That was the moment that he needed in order to end the battle, with his opponent having no chance to avoid the attack. It appeared that Chris was fast enough to register and react with enough time to avoid the attack laterally. It was a shock, sincerely, but still Regashi would be able to respond to that or at least that was the idea.
 
Suddenly he would notice how the flow of energy would generate from Chris’s core and gather at his feet. He was able to generate enough energy to create a platform to base his feet on although it was in the middle of the air. It was an act that was truly impressive and done with enough time that Regashi would be unable to recover from his attack. To respond in the middle of the air to plant his feet was a feat of its own.
 
The Byakugan allowed him to see the details of the act in motion, but he knew that he would not be able to react fast enough to prevent the attack or avoid it. This meant he would have to take one more chance on this and sacrifice more than he would like to. His eyes could see how Chris was driving himself forward to go for a head butt that was targeting the chest of Regashi.
 
Regashi moved as fast as he could to move his hands within the bounds of his shoulders as the Chris collided with his chest. The contact was tough, an impact that would lead to a complication for most fighters but Gentle Fist does not require momentum to have the full effect of the technique. Both his right and left hand would tap either side of Chris’s head, focusing on the temples, “This guy was pretty tough…” Simultaneous to placing his hands on the sides of Chris’s head, Regashi would be smashed into the ground but Regashi was able to apply his attack to the Tenketsu that lead to the head.
 
Depending on how resilient Chris was, this attack could potentially disable him enough to end the fight but in the least would disorient him thoroughly. Lack of energy flowing through the head can definitely be a pain, a migraine for sure.
 
WC: 490
TWC: 1,325
 

Combat Information:

The senkaimon opened up with Tenjinsai walking out shortly there after. His entry into the World of the Living was relatively close to the reports of gathering energy. Looking about, it was clear that wherever he had arrived was completely alien to him. Not so much in the way that he had never seen these sights before, more so he had no idea where he was. Not particularly surprising as he had only been to the World of the Living once before. 'Onto business.' Tenjinsai scanned the area, quickly picking up the energy readings and honing in on their location. From what he could tell it seemed as though two of them were currently in combat. 'This could be trouble...' Vanishing in a flash of shunpou, the young shinigami covered the distance rather quickly, finding himself in some kind of stadium or arena. He stood atop the pinnacle of a building that served as an entrance to the arena.

It seemed in the building beneath him was where one of the energy signatures resided. The other two were displayed before him in the arena as plain as day. They were locked in combat, nothing that appeared particularly fatal, more of a competition. One thing stuck out to him clearly, now that he saw them up close, one of them was clearly a human with spiritual power, a Fullbringer. 'It seems more and more of them are popping up. R&D will need to look into this when I return.' Just as soon as Tenjinsai finished his thought, he noticed someone down below looking up at him yelling and gesturing. "Hey, you up there, what do you think you're doing! Get down here right now!" Raising an eyebrow, he could not help but admit he was surprised that he could be seen. Jumping down from up above the young shinigami landed with a light thud, brushing his clothing off after he landed.

Taking a good look at the individual that was just yelling, they now seemed as surprised as Tenjinsai was a moment ago. "Well, I was going to say you could get hurt up there. But, if you could handle that fall I suppose you are stronger then you look." Tenjinsai crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at the comment. He knew he was not the largest or bulkiest of individuals, but apparently his form in general was not particularly imposing. 'I suppose everyone thinks I just look like a strangely dressed teenager. Maybe growing a beard would help...' Regardless of the mans comment, and why he could see him, there was more information to be gathered; Particularly where he was and what was going on. "Yes, I suppose I am. Would you be able to tell me what this place is and where I am?" The man went completely slack, his jaw practically falling to floor.

"Are you telling me that you came here, doing all these acrobatics, without even realizing where you were? You've gotta be kidding me. Kids these days." Tenjinsai reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, getting slightly agitated by being called a 'kid'. It was incredibly ironic considering he was mostly several times older then the man before him. He was however in a land that was not his own, they could only know what they saw. Taking a deep breath, Tenjinsai exhaled slowly, releasing as much agitation as he could in that moment. "Yes, my apologies for my, acrobatics. Now, could you please inform me as to what this place is?" The man nodded quickly, moving to the side so Tenjinsai could get a better look at the ring that he observed before.

"This is a fighting arena where various tournaments are held for fighters all over the world. You have managed to show up at the perfect time though. The current tournament being held is the World Martial Arts Tournament." Tenjinsai nodded as he took a single step forward, almost being drawn to the arena by pure instinct. "I see..." The man quickly jumped in front of him, stopping any further advancement toward the stage. "Easy there buddy. Those fellas in the ring are top notch fighters from all around the world. You got a bit of growing up to do before you can get in there with them." Tenjinsai's eyes jumped to meet those of the man before him, sharp and fiery with irritation. There was only so much he could put up with before even his patience wore out. To his own knowledge, he was one of the most powerful beings in existence and the leader of a dimensional plane of existence.

To be told that he, 'had some growing up to do', was beyond infuriating. It was only because the man before him was, as his brother would put it, an ignorant human, that he did not lash out. "How about, instead of assuming that what your eyes see is true, you be helpful and tell me how I can get in that ring." The man gulped loudly, looking behind him at the fighters and then back at Tenjinsai. "You want to fight in the tournament?" The young shinigami slowly nodded his head, stepping ever so slightly forward and placing his face only a foot away from the man. "Ummm, give...give me a moment to get the host..." Scurrying off as quickly as he could, the individual he was speaking with disappeared inside the building. Tenjinsai sighed loudly again as the man was removed from his sight. 'I hope every visit here won't be this irritating.'

After a few moments passed another man came out, his most striking features being the poofy blonde hair and black tinted glasses. "Hello sir, I hear you were interested in participating in the tournament." Tenjinsai's eyebrows went up quickly, realizing just now what he had asked. The man had put him so on edge he had practically demanded to be allowed entrance to compete. This was not what he had come here for, but he had already dug a hole for himself. "Umm, yes I suppose so." The host smiled and grabbed Tenjinsai by the shoulder, leading him into the building behind them. "Fantastic! We had a competitor drop out so we were down one man anyway. You arriving now is the perfect timing." Tenjinsai nodded his head lightly, a mock smile appearing on his face for only a moment. "I.., I see. How fortuitous."

As the pair walked deeper into the building, Tenjinsai's senses kicked off. He turned his head quickly to the right, stopping for only a moment to observe a young man, presumably waiting for his turn to fight. Based off of the energy radiating from him, he was definitely one of the signatures picked up in the report. Their power was like that of that pirates crew mate, Shinoji he believed the name was. 'I'll have to remember to try and speak to all of them when this is over. Human's with powers like these are uncommon and sometimes, troublesome.' His observation was ended quickly as the host led him further into the building, a small room with several chairs and a desk. Tenjinsai sat down after being offered a seat with a small ink brush being placed in front of shortly thereafter. "All I need from you at this point is your name to be marked down here on the entry list.

All participants must be registered before fighting so we know who is actually participating." Tenjinsai nodded lightly, picking up the brush and running it across a small ink pad to his right. Rolling up the sleeve of his haori and shihakushou, he began to quickly jot his name down in a somewhat legible calligraphy. "My handwriting was never a strong suit." The host across from him smiled briefly before taking the entrant sheet back and rolling it up. "No worries. As long as we can read it, we are good to go. Plus, its not going to be your handwriting that determines how well you can fight. Feel free to wait in the participants area." Tenjinsai nodded, getting up quickly and moving back toward where he had seen the young man sitting down. "Oh, one last thing. Weapons are prohibited in the tournament so I will have to take your sword for the time being."

The host reached out to grab hold of Tenjinsai's zanpaktou and soon had a hand on his wrist with an ever tightening grip. The young shinigami had reacted without even thinking, not taking kindly to someone putting hands on, what was essentially, the other half of his soul. "My apologies, I am just not keen on anyone touching Seijin. I am, very attached to it so separation is impossible. Would I be able to keep it on my person providing I do not use it as a weapon." The host stroked his chin, looking from Tenjinsai's face to the zanpaktou at his hip several times before shrugging. "I suppose so. Just don't use it in the fight or you will be disqualified." Tenjinsai nodded, accepting the terms and continued on his way to the participant waiting area. He sat himself down a few seats away from the young man that was waiting, observing him briefly before speaking.

"I assume as you are waiting here that you will be participating in the tournament as well. It appears as though I have shown up somewhat late to the festivities." Placing his arms out, one hand palm open, the other a fist pressed against it, he offered his greetings. "My name is Tenjinsai Bushinji, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

WC: 1,617

Agh!

Chris shouted out in pain as the two of them slammed into the stage. The ground cracked from the force of the impact, but they had done more damage to each other. Chris, realizing the recklessness in his attack, twisted his head sharply at the moment just before Regashi applied his disabling strike. He could only assume what happened was better than what Regashi intended, but the sharp, stabbing pain cutting through the inside of his head and behind his right eye was almost too much to bare. His vision was blurry, and he had a pounding headache, but he knew he was in an advantageous position.

Aiming to keep his place on top, Chris anchored his knees down to the ground as best he could, trying to make it as difficult as possible for his opponent to escape from the hold. With his left arm not functioning at its full strength, he tried to press the left side of his body down against Regashi's chest and right arm to hold him still, while attempting to deliver fast, powerful elbow strikes with his right arm aimed at his ribcage. He gripped with his left hand whatever he could wrap his fingers around, and prayed that something good would come of this.

WC 213
TWC 1226

Tournament Stats and Skills:

The impact of smashing into the ground hurt way more than Regashi could have prepared for, and that caused him to temporarily lose focus as the ache in his back and chest definitely caused him to gasp for air in that instant. "Never lose focus..." Regashi started to fade slightly from the pain, and it was in that instant that a switch in the back of his mind seemed to turn on and it was in that moment that Sozo and Debu started to panic.


Regashi took a single deep breath, or as best as he could, in order to maintain control of himself but it was unsuccessful as the rage inside of him was unleashed. A dark purple aura would start to radiate around his body, but this aura was not chakra as much as it was the sweat from his body evaporating at such an accelerated rate. This increase in power was so drastic that his own body became hot to the touch as the static aura began to rage violently.


Using his raw strength, Regashi would move his hips and use the leverage to flip himself backwards and slip his hands underneath his opponent in order throw Chris over him and in the air. With the, hopefully, successful launch Regashi would use the flipping momentum with his hands based on the ground to follow Chris as his body would seemingly move with the electrical current. 


Should all go as Regashi intended, he would be able to chase down Chris into the air. Every move he made leaving behind not a single sound as he has surrendered his Gentle fist and went for the full power of his secret technique. Using the nature of his water to move seamlessly and the nature of his lightning to create massive devastation, using his third gate unleashes the rage inside.


With his body in position Regashi would slam both of his feet into the body of Chris and crush him into the ground as the sounds of thunder could be heard twice with a deafening echo. Regashi could only sustain this state for a few more moments, but he hoped that this would be the end of the fight before his own body suffered further than it already has.


WC: 378
TWC: 1,703
 

Combat Information:

Chris had him. He was on top, clearly ahead, and wouldnt surrender this position easily. He pressed against him with all of the weight he had, and could already see victory ahead. He was smiling even as he felt himself being lifted upward. Regashi had not given up, and in the true spirit of a shinobi, he had even more techniques hidden away. His body seemed to have no limit to how far it could be pushed. Chris felt intense heat rediating from the parts of skin he made contact with, though he was no stranger to burns. He tried his hardest to maintain his grip on Regashi's clothing, but his legs were moved out from under him and thrown into the air as if he were a child. Being down an arm, he had no hope of holding on, and the moment he was launched from his position on top, he quickly tried to orient himself and locate his opponent, but he was already gone. The feeling of pure panic flooded his mind, but only for a fraction of a second before he felt it. Chris was decimated under the force of Regashi's attack, both feet finding their target and impacting firmly across his back. He was instantly crushed into the tournament stage, his body breaking through the surface and sending cracks spreading to the edge from the crater he made. After that, it was just blackness. His eyes were white, glazed over, and his body completely limp. Unconscius, and obviously unable to continue, the announcer declared the first match of the tournament over.

WC 265
TWC 1491