After resorted the catalog of fighters do to the majority seeing the power of these many fighters, the matches where set up, and from the crowd came an annoucer. Like we knew before, he wore tinted sunglasses and a tux, a small card in his hands. His long white hair and stunning looks alone seemed to stun and quiet the audiance as the young man carefully walked onto the stage. With a heavy heart he looked to the namek.
"After careful though, the judges have decided to let you continue in the matches, regardless of how you destroyed the area before combat. Do this again, and you will be disqualified!" He stated loudly at the now sleeping namek, instantly being showered by boo. A wide stance with his hand in the air and a microphone sliding from his sleeve into his hand, he silenced them again.
"Now! Let the 41st world martial arts tournement begin! Before the matches, we've already seen a lot of talent, but only one will be the champion. As we all know, killing and purposefully breaking the opponent's bones will have you disqualified! Falling out of the area, giving up or not being able to continue will result in the same!.... Now with out further adew, our first match up!~" He shouted joyfully as he looked to the card and read it quickly, almost in a split second and reset his stance.
"Will Mizune Breifs and Yuki torro (random, not too strong Npc) enter the stage!" He shouted as a flurry of cheers fill the air. Comming onto the stage was a thin, and fearful boy. He seemed to shake a bit in axiety, and despite an attempt to show off his muscles via wearing no shirt, he was like a noodle. This however did not seem to matter, as the minute he entered the stage, his flurry of jabs that seemed too fast for sight and a full body straight that visibly moved the air before him showed he was tougher than he looked. A bunch of large men and a single, calm old man shouted eagerly for him. 
"Miss Mizune, please enter now!"