The stadium was packed. More so than ever before. So packed, even, that there were people on top of other people, all buzzing with excitement at this final fight. Tarlen walked out to the middle of the arena, an oddly dark look on his face. The crowd was puzzled at what could possible have caused him to have such a depressing expression until he raised a sign with very large words written in ink--

ATE BONELESS STEAK. WAS NOT BONELESS. BONE STILL LODGED IN THROAT. MUST WRITE.

A considerable amount of the crowd chuckled at the predicament, to which the Rito responded with an intense glare. Crossing out what he had written before, he wrote some new words on the sign with a large ink-soaked sponge.

<--- ALPHA VICTOR--->

Immediately both sides of the stands erupted. On one side, the cause was a group of small children with hoods far too large for their tiny heads. They waved several sings with the letters "A", "L", "P","H", and "A"--just not necessarily in that order. As the people around them tried to figure out what "LAPAH" meant, the other side of the stadium answered with their chosen method of support for the Bard--a fanfare of several trumpets sounded off. However, given the fact that the children playing the trumpets were mostly 10 or less and had little training, the newly purchased instruments served only to make discourd. Then again, off-key--wasn't that Victor's style?

Below the arrow diagram, the gloomy announcer wrote one more word, then soared into the air holding the sign over his head.

FIGHT!

OOC: Okay, after talking with the contestants, Anna is very happy. She doesn't have to do any posting anymore, just rolling dice. I will be sending the results of each attack to the combatants, and they will RP everything. So no numbers to comprehend! Everybody wins!

--RG Anna <3

"Keyru!"

'Not just yet . . .'

"Keyru!"

'Shut up, Shada, I'm not ready yet . . .'

"KEYRU!!!"

'And . . . DONE!' Alpha rushes out from beneath the wooden stands where he has been hiding away, dashing around the wooden bleachers and back into the waiting area where he's supposed to have been. "What?!" he yells, letting his annoyance merge into his voice and forge an outraged tone. He strides towards her in a huff, letting his crimson eyes tell her how much he hates being disturbed when he's . . . meditating. Yeah. That's a good one. He was just meditating. That's all.

Not that Shada ever pays heed to the way he feels. "They're waiting!" Her arms motion towards the doorway leading to the stadium, resulting in naught but the rolling of red eyes. So the fight's ready to begin! So what? He's up against Victor; no doubt the bard is running a little late, so there's really no need for him to be in a hurry.

Not that Shada cares. He waves her concerns away as he exhales an exasperated breath. "Right, right, the people need their entertainment and Victor needs to be creamed. I got it, I got it."

"Then get going already!"

Somewhat surprised that she hadn't started verbally assaulting him for threatening to beat up a friend of hers, the Sheikah mage simply shrugs and strides back out into the sunlit arena. As he had suspected, there's no Victor in sight just yet . . . and as he had assumed, the stands are filled with a bunch of idiotic morons who seem to think that a Sheikah with an at-best-questionable past is a good role model. He cocks his eyes over towards them, probably shocking Tarlen as the Rito observes the man actually smile as he sees his fan club sitting in its usual seats.

He's just glad that his preparations were made in the correct area.

Well, let's see . . . should be any second now . . .

As if on cue, the numerous bombs he had planted on the supports for the stands explode with a resounding bang, making it hard for him to keep from laughing at his "fans'" plight. He simply grins a malevolent grin at the Rito, shrugging casually as the people collapse along with their seats; he'd placed them close to the ground so as not to kill anyone in the initial explosion, but who knows what kind of harm will be done as and after they are falling? Why, with any luck at all, they might even think that the Victor fans are the ones responsible for this sabotage.

Riots are always fun to watch, after all. And it's been far too long since he's seen a riot. Much less started one.

OOC: Alright, this topic's been up for almost a whole year now, and we've never received a reply from Victor for it. It's about time we officially wrap this whole thing up.

IC: As the Sheikah's bombs erupt, the stadium bleachers collapse to the ground, leading to hundreds of the man's fans coming down along with it. The resulting chaos threatens to have the whole fight postponed for several days, but as people begin picking themselves out of the wreckage and it becomes apparent that very few people have been injured, Tarlen just glances about. The Rito eventually seems to spot some sort of sign to proceed, at which point he glances at Alpha and nods.

But although extra time has been given as people try to cope with the strange eruptions that have shaken the arena, Victor does not appear. No one can really be sure what is keeping the bard, but as time continues forward, one thing becomes fairly obvious: he isn't coming.

Tarlen finally lands, body language showing signs of annoyance as he glances off towards the sidelines. A panel of officials watching on waits as long as they can...and finally give him the signal.

Tarlen pauses for a moment to write something new on his tablet, then slowly holds it above his head.

ALPHA: WINNER BY FORFEIT

Some of the spectators begin cheering wildly, while others start booing the decision. And the rest remain silent, glancing around as they wonder what could have kept the bard.

Knowing Victor, he probably just forgot about the whole thing.

OOC: In lieu of the amount of time it took to finally resolve this thing, we've decided to simply award all participants with 1 TP. As the winner of the whole thing, even if it was by default, Alpha will also receive an additional TP, and be awarded the title of Grand Tournament Champion. Because everyone knows how much Alpha loves his fame.