Blizzard stood and watched as the crowd roared for the competitors. "Well this is annoying." He knew the tournaments were big but not like this. As people walked by, thy gave him strange looks. His race was extremely rare among earth. Blizzard has actually never met another member of his race since he came to earth. Blizzard pushed the thought to the back of his head as he looked around. He was the ref for the tournament this year.
He looked at the names that showed up on the roster. He didn't really recognize the names as he didn't take up much interest in the tournament. "These people must be pretty strong to be competing in a world tournament. I wonder what kind of people I'll see out there." He fixed his clothing. He didn't like the fact that he had to wear the official referee clothing but it was a need. He always preferred the armor he grew from his skin. It was always more comfortable. He walked out onto the arena ring and waited. The eyes of quite a few people turned toward him. Not only was he a alien, but he also was a rather large figure who looked like he could compete in the tournament as well. He waited for the announcer to speak the names the first two competitors. Blizzard listened as the crowd went wild.
The announcer walked out of the ring and Blizzard stepped forward. He looked at the two fighters. "Listen up. I want a good clean fight. You know the rules, otherwise you wouldn't be here. I stress that there is no killing. If you do so, you will be disqualified and met with the authorities. I wish you a good fight and good luck. The match will start when you here the ringing of what will sound like a bell. You may not strike your opponent before that sound. Do your best and give it your all and you can win the title of worlds best." Blizzard gained distance from the fighters and waited for the fight to start.
He looked at the names that showed up on the roster. He didn't really recognize the names as he didn't take up much interest in the tournament. "These people must be pretty strong to be competing in a world tournament. I wonder what kind of people I'll see out there." He fixed his clothing. He didn't like the fact that he had to wear the official referee clothing but it was a need. He always preferred the armor he grew from his skin. It was always more comfortable. He walked out onto the arena ring and waited. The eyes of quite a few people turned toward him. Not only was he a alien, but he also was a rather large figure who looked like he could compete in the tournament as well. He waited for the announcer to speak the names the first two competitors. Blizzard listened as the crowd went wild.
The announcer walked out of the ring and Blizzard stepped forward. He looked at the two fighters. "Listen up. I want a good clean fight. You know the rules, otherwise you wouldn't be here. I stress that there is no killing. If you do so, you will be disqualified and met with the authorities. I wish you a good fight and good luck. The match will start when you here the ringing of what will sound like a bell. You may not strike your opponent before that sound. Do your best and give it your all and you can win the title of worlds best." Blizzard gained distance from the fighters and waited for the fight to start.
