This would be the final match. It seemed as if a year had passed between all of the matches. The stadium was sold out, it was standing room only. The buzz of the crowd was a ground shaking rumble, the people were so far away it was a blur of motion and color on every side. However there were gaps in the crowd: the exceptionally wealthy had also found seating. The purpose of a world martial arts tournament was to not only see who was the strongest but also who was the most valuable and this would be no exception. The lords of several great nations were adjacent, not quite among the unwashed masses. A barrier of glass about their seat as well as several feet on either side housed the dignitaries and in some cases their guests. With a stern expression and a discerning eye they would watch the arena floor below.
A lot of money was being wagered, fortunes would be made and lost here.
From a door on the northern side a single man, aged about 30 would march purposefully to the center of the floor. From the highest seat he looked like a little black speck. Once he reached the heart of the arena, all eyes would be on him, the chatter would die down momentarily. "HEEEEEELLLLLLO KUROSAWA!" An excited host would announce, his hand clenched around the microphone. "Am your announcer Kiisu Orubaaman and WELCOME TO THE LONG AWAITED WORLD MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT FINALS! Are you excited?"
A sudden roar would shout back "YES!"
The announcer smiled, "I cannot HEEEEEAAAAAAAR you!" He extended his microphone out towards the crowd.
"YES WE ARE!" The earth itself rattled with discontent in response to the vociferous reply.
"I cannot hear you!" he repeated, only this time he could not hear because they might have actually damaged his hearing.
"YES WE ARE! YES WE ARE! YES WE ARE!" The crowd shouted.
The crowd wanted blood. The crowd wanted tears. The crowd wanted to see the violent potential of the "greatest" the shinobi world had to offer.
"In this corner," he pointed to the east. "Is a pretty little lady that hails all the way from Sunagakure no sato. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice hips and probably even sweeter lips, but would not put the moves on this pretty little thing unless you want to make good use of your health insurance premiums.... On the east-side is Byaaaaako Kyujiii!" The door would open, hopefully revealing the famed Sunan fighter. She was a favorite among the men for reasons other than fighting and she was a favorite among the women because she was definitely more than a pretty face.
The crowd would erupt into applause, some would shout her name and some would cat-call. It was part of the being a woman in a male-dominated vocation. She should be proud of herself, she had gotten far and she had defeated a number of powerful adversaries. At this moment her fighting prowess was the envy of the world and win or lose at the end of this fight she would enjoy the fame, prestige and experience that came from holding such a high station in the tournament. There were a number of viewers that likely envied her position at this moment.
Once she made her way to the center of the arena, assuming she had. Otherwise after a few minutes of awkward waiting the announcer would start to introduce the other combatant. "And in this corner," he pointed to the west. "Is a real -live family man capable of breaking your skull into two... and he comes all the way from the snowy peaks of Kirigakure no sato. Soundly defeating some of our favorites already, on the west side is Tsuyoshi Junkoooooo!" He extended that last syllable as long as he could but long before he ceased the crowd's applause had drowned him out. The door would open, hopefully revealing the famed shinobi from Cloud. A late entry, little was known about the man as he entered the tournament but he proved himself to be an incredible force.
There would be a pause for the announcer but there would not be any silence. The announcer would extend his microphone out to [Insert first poster] and then to [insert second poster] before taking the microphone back to his own chin. "Hahahaha... a great pair we have here today," he was sweating a bit. yes, he was intimated by their presence and their terrifying potential. He wiped the sweat from his own brow. "OK you two... you know the rules here. But just in case, I will remind you... There are no rules here. There is no such thing as a 'dirty' or 'illegal' move... There is no such thing as an 'unfair advantage.' You fight until one of you either gives up, is no longer able to fight (OC: this goes on until you are KO'd) or one of you is dead. Once you are knocked unconscious we have medics,"</B><i></i> he gestured towards the sidelines, in full body armor seven medics stood waiting <B>"that will do their darnedest to resuscitate you and we have an arena full of interested and in many cases capable spectators. Once you are down, if necessary one of the hundreds watching will intervene if you try to take the kill on an unconscious opponent." He nodded and let out a little cough. Shinobis had a thing for violence and pushing themselves to the point of death, they were reckless and dangerous but they made for a fascinating show.
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A lot of money was being wagered, fortunes would be made and lost here.
From a door on the northern side a single man, aged about 30 would march purposefully to the center of the floor. From the highest seat he looked like a little black speck. Once he reached the heart of the arena, all eyes would be on him, the chatter would die down momentarily. "HEEEEEELLLLLLO KUROSAWA!" An excited host would announce, his hand clenched around the microphone. "Am your announcer Kiisu Orubaaman and WELCOME TO THE LONG AWAITED WORLD MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT FINALS! Are you excited?"
A sudden roar would shout back "YES!"
The announcer smiled, "I cannot HEEEEEAAAAAAAR you!" He extended his microphone out towards the crowd.
"YES WE ARE!" The earth itself rattled with discontent in response to the vociferous reply.
"I cannot hear you!" he repeated, only this time he could not hear because they might have actually damaged his hearing.
"YES WE ARE! YES WE ARE! YES WE ARE!" The crowd shouted.
The crowd wanted blood. The crowd wanted tears. The crowd wanted to see the violent potential of the "greatest" the shinobi world had to offer.
"In this corner," he pointed to the east. "Is a pretty little lady that hails all the way from Sunagakure no sato. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice hips and probably even sweeter lips, but would not put the moves on this pretty little thing unless you want to make good use of your health insurance premiums.... On the east-side is Byaaaaako Kyujiii!" The door would open, hopefully revealing the famed Sunan fighter. She was a favorite among the men for reasons other than fighting and she was a favorite among the women because she was definitely more than a pretty face.
The crowd would erupt into applause, some would shout her name and some would cat-call. It was part of the being a woman in a male-dominated vocation. She should be proud of herself, she had gotten far and she had defeated a number of powerful adversaries. At this moment her fighting prowess was the envy of the world and win or lose at the end of this fight she would enjoy the fame, prestige and experience that came from holding such a high station in the tournament. There were a number of viewers that likely envied her position at this moment.
Once she made her way to the center of the arena, assuming she had. Otherwise after a few minutes of awkward waiting the announcer would start to introduce the other combatant. "And in this corner," he pointed to the west. "Is a real -live family man capable of breaking your skull into two... and he comes all the way from the snowy peaks of Kirigakure no sato. Soundly defeating some of our favorites already, on the west side is Tsuyoshi Junkoooooo!" He extended that last syllable as long as he could but long before he ceased the crowd's applause had drowned him out. The door would open, hopefully revealing the famed shinobi from Cloud. A late entry, little was known about the man as he entered the tournament but he proved himself to be an incredible force.
There would be a pause for the announcer but there would not be any silence. The announcer would extend his microphone out to [Insert first poster] and then to [insert second poster] before taking the microphone back to his own chin. "Hahahaha... a great pair we have here today," he was sweating a bit. yes, he was intimated by their presence and their terrifying potential. He wiped the sweat from his own brow. "OK you two... you know the rules here. But just in case, I will remind you... There are no rules here. There is no such thing as a 'dirty' or 'illegal' move... There is no such thing as an 'unfair advantage.' You fight until one of you either gives up, is no longer able to fight (OC: this goes on until you are KO'd) or one of you is dead. Once you are knocked unconscious we have medics,"</B><i></i> he gestured towards the sidelines, in full body armor seven medics stood waiting <B>"that will do their darnedest to resuscitate you and we have an arena full of interested and in many cases capable spectators. Once you are down, if necessary one of the hundreds watching will intervene if you try to take the kill on an unconscious opponent." He nodded and let out a little cough. Shinobis had a thing for violence and pushing themselves to the point of death, they were reckless and dangerous but they made for a fascinating show.
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Walking to the arena with Lady Hinoka at my side, I knew that this fight was not going to be an easy or the most friendly as there was lots of tension and suspense in the air likely due to the uncertainty since I was not predicted to be the last remaining participant for Sand. Yet, here I was and some of the crowd still were up to their old attitudes of wanting to pose and have me autograph things for them. However, there was a time and place for this and it was not the best time for this as my Byakko guards, whom wanted to escort me to the arena today, had continually asked people to stand down or shoved them away from me in disappointment or anger. If the end results were what I was anticipating, there would be plenty of time to sign autographs, take photos, conduct interviews and so forth. Right now, I needed to have no huge issues arise before the finals were over.
Within half an hour or so, they were ready for us as I left out one last deep exhale before entering the arena and hearing the roar of the crowd around me as I was introduced incorrectly. The description of me was almost correct, but my eyes resembled the elegant of a fox's and they were green, not blue. Nevertheless, it was minor and I simply shrugged it off as the announcer introduced Junko hailing from the frozen tundra know as Water Country instead of Lightning Country. It had to be this announcer's first time or he was quite nervous as the introductions had been messy. However, what peaked my interest the most was he put the mic to my side to speak if I wished and I merely shrugged. There was no need for me to say anything as my opponent and I knew each other quite well if he showed up. As it stood right now, I was standing alone in the arena with a crowd exploding around me with cheers, jeers, and cat-calls. Lucky me. 
Fortunately for the crowd and myself, the Medical Sennin of Kumogakure would appear only a few moments after being introduced. However unlike previous fights that saw my opponents go to their respective starting locations, my opponent in this one decided to approach me before the fight even began and have a stare-down with me likely to hype the crowd up more and to try to get under my skin slightly since the height difference between us was significant. Regardless, he would speak to me and I would just smirk at him and simply say: 
