(The Arena)
It wasn't too long until all the fighters, plus the mystery fighters, arrived at the hotel. During this time many of them chose to mingle and talk with one another, ignoring the fact that they may end up on opposing sides later on. Tickets for the tournament sold out quickly, and, not long after, the fabled day, the grand re-opening of the Megamix Dome as well as the start of the first Okron Tournament, had arrived.
The arena itself was a simple design, a huge square ring with a turnbuckle at each corner and rubber ropes connecting them. In addition, the ring also appeared as if it was floating above the ground. The reason for this being because it was suspended by a giant forcefield that served to protect the audience from stray attacks.
Roxas sat in the Announcer's Booth, which overlooked the ring and bleacher's, which currently were completely packed with fans who excitedly waited for the tournament to begin proper. He eyed the crowd with widened eyes, many different kinds of people from media were here.
He would then take a deep breath, looking around him, this was a big challenge. As no one else was here to host with him, leaving him to do the task of hosting all by myself.
He wasn't too deterred though, as after another deep breath, he sharply turned his head to look forward, determined look on his face.
"Let's do this. Time for final preparations." He said as he took out his tablet once more. "Microphones."
He gave a few light taps to the microphones after turning them on to check if they were working properly. Content, he gave a nod. "Check."
"Lights."
He pressed a button on the desk many devices. This act summoning lights all over the arena. "Check."
"Sound booth?"
He looked toward where he had put it, the machine appeared to be up and running, but just in case, he had left the door unlocked in case someone had decided to have a little fun.
"Check." He said with a slightly sly smile before moving on.
"First thirty fighters in the ready room." He said to himself.
With a tap on his tablet, Roxas checked the cameras and viewed the Ready Room where the fighters who drew numbers one through thirty sat quietly, except for the first two mystery fighters, for obvious reasons. Satisfied, he gave a nod and with another tap, his tablet was back on to the home page.
"Everyone is there and accounted for. All that's left to do is make the opening announcement." With a quick inhale and exhale, he excitedly grabbed a microphone and turned it on. "Welcome everyone to the first-ever Okron Tournament!"
At this, the crowd began cheering wildly.
"Just what I was hoping to hear!" He smiled. "I am Roxas-Raine and I shall be your host! Not to mention it's my job to make this arguably the biggest UVR-spinoff you have ever seen!"
With a quick pause, he got right back to speaking.. "Now, just like with most UVR-spinoff tournaments, everyone who gets thrown out of the ring will fall into a portal which will transport them to a random node where they will have to fend for themselves for ten minutes, after which they will be teleported back to the dome where our team of skilled doctors and healers will nurse them back to health."
When he finished, Roxas pressed two buttons on the control panel in front of him. The first of which caused a giant portal to appear below the ring, which lingered for a few seconds before turning invisible. The second button turned on monitors all over the bleachers that showed a view of the ring.
"Also, we know not all of you lucked out when it comes to seats." He continues. "So we had these monitors set up so nobody misses out on the action." He finished with a smile.
Almost there, just a little precaution. "I may be wrong, but just in case there are still some newcomers to the tournament out there, I'll take the liberty of explaining the basic rules of the UVR."
(Hotel; Bison's Room)
Bison looked stoically outside his window, his expression hard to tell. Although lately that had been the norm ever since the node had been invited to this tournament.
Truth be told, Bison himself wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Did he want to give it another try? Or just give up altogether? He had no answer as of right now, though he still made himself available to villains should he ultimately decide he wanted to try hitch a plot.
His time spent thinking and evaluating what he wanted to do was cut short when he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in."
With his permission, F.A.N.G. poked his head in. "Lord Bison? You have a visitor. The man known as Shao Kahn, says he would like an audience."
Bison raised an eyebrow, weighing his options, he nodded. "Send him in."
Just then, the door opened by force, with the former emperor of Outworld budging in, his demeanour making it clear he cared little for manners.
"Shao Kahn. This is a surprise, I thought you considered me a failure."
Shao Kahn scoffed. "I still do, but, I have been brought down by those beneath me because I let my guard down. Kitana, she surprised me. I want to launch one of my own at her."
Bison considered it for a bit, before smirking darkly. "Now that you have been shamed. You come begging to me. How rich, why should I let you conquer Outworld once more?"
Shao Kahn hung his head low for a brief moment, when he brought it back up, it wore a twisted smirk.
"Because you don't have a choice. It's clear your no stronger than me! Fool!"
The sounds of brawling could be heard from outside. Hearing it, Bison could only stare at where it all came from in confusion.
(The Arena)
"….And, I think that about covers everything!" Roxas said, before smiling. "Now, who is ready for the tournament to begin?"
The crowded then erupted into cheers once more.
"I'll take that as a yes. All right! Without further ado, let's kick off the first ever Okron Tournament!" He yelled.
Everyone continued cheering as they focused their attention toward the entrance curtain, where the first fighter was about to make his or her entrance. Whoever it was would kick off the first ever Okron Tournament….