[center][h2]World Martial Arts Tournament, Planet Earth[/h2][h3]Saturday, July 16th, 2500
[i]The Grand Festival[/i][/h3][/center]
The crowd's roar could be heard well after the fight between Angela and Bakuto concluded. The two of them, now rejuvinated from senzu beans, walked with Niko back to the fighter's building. There they found Lee standing near a woman with grey hair but an otherwise healthy body. The woman wore a long red skirt and a white blouse. She somehow looked ready for a business meeting or a party, at the same time. 

She greeted the three fighters as they approached and stood near Lee. "Thank you all for a wonderful show! Some of you may recognize me, but I'd understand if you don't. My name is Pan, and I'm the granddaughter of the legendary Mr. Satan, the longest reigning champion in tournament history. I even won the title twice myself. So no, Ms. Angela, you are not the first woman champion, I'm sorry to say." The woman's confident smile was heartwarming as she continued to give her speech. "That was quite a few years ago now, I'm afraid. I still keep up with my training, as much as my aging body will allow, but I no longer compete on stage. These days, I am the silent chairwoman of the World Martial Art's Tournament. And it is my solemn duty to let you all know that your day has not ended quite yet. This old tournament is filled with traditions, including the post celebratory festival that will start in less than an hour."

Pan watched the reactions of the four fighters and gave a look of understanding. "I know, it's a drag. Do you think I want to be wearing this skirt? No way. I've never grown out of being a tomboy, but alas, it's all part of it. Now, of course, those fans out there would love to see all four of you, but as long as my two finalists here make an appearance, that will do."

Lee stepped forward, bowing in respect. "So I may leave then?"

"Yes, but I would encourage you to-"

"I'm sorry." He interrupted, bowing once more. He then disappeared on the spot, using a serious burst of speed. Of course, surrounded by fighters on his level, they would have seen him run away, had they been in fighting mode and expecting the sudden exit. 

"Well then," Pan sighed. "That's the quickest one a semifinalist has disappeared from being in the festival. As for the rest of you, there are showering rooms and a changing rooms filled with clothes from all over the world. I encourage you to find something that suits the occasion and your own style. One of the tournament staff can help you pick out your look if you like."

With that, two women and a man stepped out from the corner of the room. They wore extravagant yet elegant clothing: colorful dresses on the ladies and a fine suit on the man. 

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