"Yeah, no hitting in the head. Other than that its fair game," Takeshi chuckled weakly, smiling as he gestured to himself before Shu, "I'm going to win this time though, it won't be like last time. I'm not going to lose to a squirt like you, buddy." Hopefully he could throw this without his brother noticing what he was doing. Was it too much to ask that they both just be declared winners now and leave it at that? They were almost finished preparing the stage for the final match and people were beginning to return to their seats, and Aito had come back to watch them as well. Looking over at the doctor there was a silent agreement between the two of them as the man nodded to Takeshi before trying to help settle down the still irate Ricken. Shu definitely shouldn't be fighting, but if the little guy was going to insist on it then he'd play along. Takeshi refused to fight though, he'd play along right up until the bell was rung.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come at last for the final match! This exciting tournament has led up to this point, the culmination of this world's finest fighters have fought for this opportunity! I hope you're already for the match of the year, I sure know I am!" Fat chance it was going to be anything like that, but Takeshi would let the guy have his fun. It was annoying having him build up the two finalists as if anyone didn't know who was going to be fighting, they'd literally finished the semifinals not ten minutes earlier. As the man went through with his spiel Takeshi was already moving to the arena, standing at the stairs leading up and waiting impatiently for his name to be announced. Seeing Shu at the bench still he smiled and waved for his brother to come over and join him, watching the announcer as he went on and on. 

"Jeez, this guy doesn't shut the hell up does he?" Takeshi grumbled, itching his head with a sigh as the crowd cheered for him and Shu. Hands in his pockets he went ahead and up the stairs, passing straight on by the announcer as he gave him an introduction. Would it be bad if he screamed at the guy to shut the hell up and get on with it? Probably, and he didn't want to make this any worse for Shu. Rolling his eyes as the man finally got on announcing his brother he smiled for Shu, ready to get the mess underway. When the announcer at last shut up and the match was started Takeshi simply took one hand from his pocket and waved to Shu, smiling apologetically as he started to step backwards towards the edge of the arena. He had to just throw the match, if Shu ended up even more hurt just for a little scuffle then it'd be all his fault, but more importantly he didn't want Shu to be hurt in the first place. The doctor had to take a look at him and once this match of theirs was over he could. At the edge of the arena he glanced back at the grass before looking to Shu again, taking his hands out and putting them up defensively, shrugging his shoulders before stepping back and simply falling out, landing on his feet and sighing as the crowd fell deathly silent.

The final match was... Over? They had heard that it had begun hadn't they? So why had Takeshi just stepped out of the arena? This was... Unusual, no contestant had ever done something like that before, certainly not a finalist. What should they do now? The crowd had been so excited for this match and now everyone was staring down at the arena dumbstruck trying to figure out why one of the two potential champions had forfeited. The announcer looked for Korian in the crowd for some sign of what he should do and at the wave of the man's hand he decided to conclude the tournament. "W-Well... Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that we have a winner..." he began, turning and gesturing to Shu with a still dumbfounded expression, "Shu... Er... It seems like you are the winner! You've successfully beaten Takeshi and have been crowned the champion of this years tournament!" The crowd still wasn't reacting much and the announcer was clueless how to spark them back up. Clearing his throat awkwardly he pulled at his collar before turning to face the crowd, beaming as he spoke. "Now everyone, wasn't this a SPECTACULAR tournament? Let's hear it for all of this year's combatants, everyone who took part in the festivities, and all of those behind the scenes working to make this happen!" THAT got some cheers going, and from there he could work the crowd. 

Takeshi had actually thrown the match, how interesting. At least the boy had been smart enough to recognize that Shu was in absolutely no state to be fighting regardless of what he'd said earlier. They would have to go through concussion protocol as soon as Shu was off of the arena, and to be safe he'd probably have to be kept out of most activity for a few days at least. Aito didn't like to have to take away Shu's ability to do anything particularly because that might help his issues, but if it meant preventing another concussion it'd be worth it. 

"Looks like you beat me buddy, sorry. I'm not going to fight you," Takeshi admitted as he stood before his brother. The little guy was probably furious with him but he couldn't do it, not with how Shu was. Smiling apologetically he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, wondering what in the hell to say now that he'd gone and lied to his brother like that. "Er... I mean you probably would have beaten me anyways, you know? You're faster, and... I'm kind of sore from my matches, especially since Ricken was knocking me around. I just saved you the trouble of kicking my butt, that's all."