Round 1
          The spokesman walks out onto the ring with a cordless microphone. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first World Tournament. We hope to be holding these tournaments, or others like them, on a regular basis. After all, all the fans out the want to see a good match don't they!?"
          The crowd cheers loudly at this. "Well, as you know, only the best get into the final matches. Of the rather paltry sixty contestants we had sign up for the tourney, we have selected eight to compete for your live entertainment. In round one we have these matches waiting: Mr. Satan, the world-renowned champion martial artist, going up against Trunks, a teenager with purple hair and a Capsule Corp. Jacket! This fight looks to be a short one as we ALL know Mr. Satan is the best!" More cheering. "Then we have Jimmy Jones, a street thug from the city versus Janemba, an interesting little red guy with a tail. Look out Jimmy, he’s got teeth! And after that match we have Ghar, a tough looking guy we've never seen before fighting Gohan, another teenager; this guys got book smarts and martial arts!" The crowd cheers some more, just for the hell of it. "And lastly, Vegita, a tall guy with taller hair and a mean attitude will stand against Monty "The MOUNTAIN" Klyde!! We all remember Monty, last seen in the martial arts tournament last year against Mr. Satan, he almost won too! Looks like he's worked out and up a little, he's big, he's tough, can the mean guy survive!? We’ll see soon enough! But now, lets hear a word from our sponsors!"
          After his speech, the spokesman retreats to a viewing platform above and behind the arena floor. Some final technical details are straightened out and he gets back to talking.

Mr. Satan vs Trunks
          "Alright everybody, lets give a warm welcome to Trunks!"
          Trunks, the teenager with purple hair and a Capsule Corp. Jacket, walks out onto the stage amidst some cheering and catcalls. He begins some warmup stretches and the ceremony of calling out Mr. Satan begins.
          "And now, making his appearance, the biggest, baddest, the BEST! It's MR. SATAN!!"
          Trumpets, pyrotechnics, and a litter bearing Mr. Satan are enough to get a crowd going wild. The two men bring the litter out onto the floor and Mr. Satan himself descends from it, waving to the crowd with an idiotic grin on his face. A few more things are said, but we are tired of all that, let's just get to the fight.
          The gong sounds, its reverberations calling silence in the crowds. Mr. Satan has finished his crowd-pleasing antics and turns to face Trunks. They walk forward, shake hands, then retreat a few steps. The gong sounds again.
          Trunks jumps forward, bringing his right foot up and around to Satan's face. Mr. Satan ducks, sweeping Trunks' other foot out from underneath him with a circular kick of his right foot. Trunks twist in the air, plants both hands on the ground, and flips away from Mr. Satan. He lands, spins back to face his opponent, and ducks a punch aimed at his nose, and throws one of his own into Mr. Satan's gut. Satan brings his knee up into Trunks' chin, then slams both elbows into his face. Trunks slides back a foot or two, blood running from his nose.
          Trunks gets up, wipes the blood from his face, and looks at his hand. Anger fills his eyes as he look up at Mr. Satan. He jumps forward again, seemingly flying across the gap between them, Mr. Satan dodges to the side, but not fast enough to avoid the kick to his chest. Satan spins to the ground and almost immediately pushes himself back onto his feet. Trunks comes back at him, Satan kicks out, catching his opponent in the face and knocking him back. Mr. Satan pushes the attack planting blow after blow. A final roundhouse kick sends Trunks flying back and off the arena floor to a hard landing on the ground outside the ring.
          Mr. Satan stands in triumph as the crowd goes wild. More ceremony follows as he parades around the ring. A medic walks out to check on Trunks, who is alive, but unconscious. He gets taken away on a medics litter.

Jimmy Jones vs Janemba
          "Wow, ladies and gentlemen, that was one awesome fight! Now, let's hear it for Jimmy Jones and Janemba!" The announcer yells, drawing out the final 'ah' in Janemba's name. The two walk out onto the arena floor. After the first gong, they decline to shake hands and just get ready for the fight. The second gongs sounds, and the fight begins.
          Jimmy runs forward and attempts a flying jump-kick. Janemba catches his foot in mid-air and twists it slightly. Jimmy cries out as he falls to the stone floor, before he can get back on his feet Janemba grabs his shirt and pulls him off the ground. He growls at Jimmy from just a few inches away, "Be glad I cannot kill you, puny human." With that, he throws Jimmy into the air and plants a vicious kick right into the puny human's rib cage. An audible crack is heard as Jimmy is launched off the arena floor and lands in a heap on the dirt and grass outside the marked fighting surface. With a final growl, Janemba stalks out of the ring and backstage to await his next fight.

Ghar vs Gohan
          "A short but violent fight ladies and gents, but guess who's up next! Its Ghar versus Gohan!" The crowd cheers until the first gong sounds. Ghar and Gohan bow to each other, then assume a ready stance. The second gong is struck, signaling a beginning to the fight.
          Ghar stands straight and tall, his arms crossed over his chest. Gohan watches his opponent for a second before jumping forward and attacking with a swift sidekick. Ghar shifts to the side, grabs Gohan's ankle and pushes it away from himself, causing Gohan to lose his balance and fall forward. A quick karate chop to the shoudler blades sends the luckless teen to the ground.
          Gohan recovers immediately and attempts to sweep Ghar's feet out from under him with a swipe of his leg. Having other plans for the fight, Ghar lightly jumps over the sweeping leg. Gohan continues the sweep, using the momentum to bring hiumself away from his opponent and to his feet. He quickly moves forward again, this time with a fury of punches, jabs, and swift kicks. Ghar dodges a few, blocks a lot, and lets one or two hit him harmlessly.
          "I applaud your courage Gohan, it is quite commendable, but you knew you couldn't win before we started." Ghar says calmly. He then executes three swift punches in rapid succession. Two hit Gohan in the gut, and the last an open-palm hit just on the soft center of the chest below the ribs.
          In pain and out of breath, Gohan falls to his knees, one hand bracing himself on the ground, the other wrapped around his stomach. Ghar quickly places one more blow to the base of his wounded opponents skull, rendering him unconscious. As the clear victor of the match, Ghar picks Gohan up and carries him off the arena and back into the waiting area, where he allows the medics to take charge of the wounded teen.

Vegita vs Monty "The Mountain" Klyde
          "Ah, well.... ladies and gentlemen... we seem to have had another somewhat short fight. This one did have more action in it though!" The spokesman is obviously dissappointed in the short fights. "Let's hope this next match measures up to what we expect from championship material! Last, but never least! We have Monty, 'the Mountain,' KLYDE!!"
          Cheers abound.
          "And going up agaisnt the only man to have lasted thirty minutes on the floor with Mr. Satan is Vegita! The spiky haired contestent with the permanent scowl will be facing a man thrice his mass and nearly twie his height! Lets heat it for the contestants!!!"
          More cheering.
          The gong sounds, calling for silence. Klyde takes his place. Vegita cracks his knuckles loudly and stares coldly at the mammoth-sized man facing him. The second gong sends reverberations around the arena. Klyde stomps forward and leans down to grab hold of the smaller man. Vegita grabs the nearest hand and twists violently. The audible crack can be heard throught the stadium. Klyde grabs his injured left wrist and howls in pain. The howl becomes one of rage and he stomps forward again, this time kicking out at Vegita. A simple block with his forearm is enough for the Saiya-jin prince to stop the attack cold.
          Klyde steps back, somewhat suprised at the resilience of his opponent. He growls loudly, then begins to flex his muscles as his growl becomes a roar. Waves of energy wash across the arena floor. Klyde stretches his left arm out, another audible crackle is heard as his bones re-align, and the large man flexes his fingers to prove their usefullness once more. He laughs loudly and charges Vegita once more, kicking out swiftly. Caught by suprise and speed, the blow knocks Vegita back and to the ground. Klyde moves towards him again, but this time Vegita is ready. He kicks upward, catching Klyde in the knee. The mountainous man collapses to the side, his knee partially dislocated.
          "I have no time for fools with parlor tricks." Vegita states, stalking forward.
          Klyde regains his feet and sneers at Vegita. "Parlor tricks? I'll show you a parlor trick!" he throws his hand forward, emitting a bolt of energy. Vegita shouts loudly and the bolt disappears.
          "I told you, I don’t have the time for this." Vegita leaps forward and smashes his knee into Klyde's face. A sickening cruch is heard and blood begins to run down the face of the gargantuan man. He howls in pain and grabs his face with both hands. Vegita swiftly knocks the wind out of the 'Mountain' in a move similar to that which Ghar used on Gohan. A few more brutal hits renders Vegita's opponent sensless. Without a glance back, Vegita stalks away from the heap that once was a fighter. "Worthless trash, I need a real opponent."

Fin
          "Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes this week's tier of the First International Budokai. I hope you'll come back next week to see Janemba vs Mr. Satan and Ghar vs Vegita. It promises to be a better day than today if I don't miss my calculations. See you then and have a great day!" The spokesman finishes the litany, then walks away, back into the shaded confines of the arena administration building.

Round 2
          "Welcome to week two of the First International Budokai. As I'm sure you all are eager to get on with the festivities and are quite familiar with the stars of today's fights, I shall be brief. First we shall have Mr. Satan versus Janemba. Afterwards we shall have Ghar go against Vegita. Lets get ready to RUMBLE!!"

Mr. Satan vs. Janemba
          "Let the opponents enter the ring!" The announcer calls. Janemba and Mr. Satan walk into the ring amid cheers and name-calling. Most of the cheers are for Mr. Satan of course, but a few odd-looking fellows in weird skin colors cheer for their fellow demon Janemba. The gong rings twice and the fight begins.
          Janemba starts out with some standard attacks, kicks to the face, chest, and knees. Mr. Satan shows off to the crowd with his agile deflections and blocks. A punch aimed high is ducked by Satan, who throws a low punch into Janemba's gut. A swift swipe with his foot knocks the pudgy demon to the ground. Satan attempts a body slam as well, but Janemba rolls away and back to his feet. More swift attacks are blocked and returned between the two.
          After another minute of attacks going back and forth, Janemba slams a two-fisted blow to Mr. Satan's chest, knocking him back a few feet. The demon roars and begins punching the air in front of himself repeatedly. Just before he arms reach full extension small black holes open up in space, swallowing his hands. Mr. Satan reacts as if punched repeatedly from many different angles as similar small black holes open up around him, close to his body. As the world champion falls to the ground Janemba roars again in victory and stops his punching.
          A blast of air knocks Janemba back as Mr. Satan rockets fifteen feet into the air and stops. The flying man curls up, tucking his knees up into his chest and wrapping his arms around his shins. Small blasts of air radiate outward and a subtle glow surrounds Mr. Satan. He roars and he throws his arms outward and his feet downward, another large blast of air shakes the arena floor and knocks Janemba to his knees. The audience watches, amazed, as their heroes muscles expand slightly, creating stress on the seams of the karate gi Satan is wearing. Two colors mix in the corona surrounding Satan before a final blast dissipates it.
          As Mr. Satan slowly returns to the ground, Janemba climbs back to his feet and growls menacingly. He begins his vortex maneuver once again, but this time it is far from effective as his target twists around in midair and avoids every attack. Janemba gets a bit creative as he tries to use his feet as well, but his lack of flight ability means his feet are important to staying upright. Satan rockets forward and slams into Janemba, knocking him back one again. Exceedingly fast punches and kicks land on varies parts of Janemba's chubby body. As the pudgy demon backs away, blocking fewer and fewer attacks, Mr. Satan pushes forward. A final flurry knocks Janemba back for the last time. He stumbles back, rights himself, then falls forward onto the arena floor.
          Mr. Satan raises his arms and screams his triumph as Janemba is carted away from the arena. The crowds go wild with excitement as cheers and shouts echo from all corners of the audience.

Ghar vs. Vegita
          "Congratulations to the winner, Mr. Satan! I'm sure we are all looking forward to seeing him in the final match. But first we must find out who he will be going up against! Please put your hands together for Ghar and Vegita!" The announcer gestures towards the two contestants as they enter the arena. "Umm, Mr. Satan? Could you please exit the arena floor? We would like to get on with the show... thank you." Vegita saunters onto the arena with a smirk on his face as he watches the crowd-pleasing World Champion make his exit. Ghar walks forward calmly and coolly, and waits for the gong. After the first sounding of the gong, both opponents bow respectfully.
          Upon the second ring of the gong Vegita immediately begins the attack. A low right hook into the kidneys is blocked with Ghar's left elbow as his right comes forward in a straight shot to Vegita's jaw. Vegita twists slightly and bring his head farther down to the right as the punch flies over his shoulder, he brings his arm up and grabs the offending wrist. This creates a large gap for him to slam his left knee into the exposed right flank of his opponent.
          Ghar stumbles back, the entire sequence having taken place before the gong had stopped sending echoes into the heights of the colosseum. Vegita presses the advantage by unfolding his left leg, pivoting slightly on his right foot, and places a kick squarely on the breastbone of the already unbalanced Ghar. As his opponent stumbles back even farther he sets his raised foot back on the ground, leans farther in that direction and throws his right foot up and over his head. The resulting side-flip puts Vegita in the air long enough for him the bring both feet together and kicks straight out into Ghar, who is launched back through the air. Vegita bounces off the impact, twists like a cat, and lands back on his feet.
          Ghar fails to land on his feet like Vegita did. He falls on his back and slides a bit on the stone floor. He shakes his head to clear it before climbing back upright. Vegita lands a punch square on his nose, with predictable results. A left punch into the stomach before spinning around to his right and landing his fourth hard hit to Ghar's chest in as many seconds knocks the air out of his opponent, who falls down again.
          Vegita reaches down and picks up the black-clad and heavily bleeding man. "You may have been able to defeat Goku's kid, but I am the prince of Saiya-jin's and cannot be defeated by a mere human like you." With a careless toss Ghar is flung out of the ring, ending another short round.

Fin
          "There you have it ladies and gents! The final round will take place next week against Mr. Satan and Vegita! I hope you will all be here to witness that match up! No refunds will be given to those complaining about the shortness of the fights! Have a great day!" The announcer again finishes his speech with a dramatic flourish as he spins away and disappears into the building behind him.

Round 3

Mr. Satan vs. Vegita
          "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the final day of the World Tournament. Today... the last day... the day we have all been looking forward to. After three weeks, two rounds, and six battles we come to the third round, the seventh battle. In one corner we have Mr. Satan, the Champ. Mr. Satan plans on winning this and donating all the money to a charity he set up called "The Charity for the World Champ" in which all donations go to make sure he stays in shape, stays fed, stays happy, and keeps his hair nice and big." The spokesman pauses for a second. The crowd is ominously quiet through this low-voiced, almost bland monolouge. "In the other corner we have Vegita, the self-proclaimed 'Prince of all Saiya-jin.' He plans on winning this tournament and proving he is the best. He is a man of little talk and much action. May the contestants now enter the ring."
          Vegita and Mr. Satan both enter the ring. Satan, of course, throws up his arms and yells, "Yea!" but is greeted by silence as a somber crowd looks on. The confused man drops his arms and looks around. The crowd appears somewhat confused too, the spokesman's usual enthusiasm is gone and they arent sure what to make of it. A few start to clap, more pick it up, and soon the whole crowd is going wild as usual. With a huge grin Mr. Satan throws his arms into the air again with a yell of triumph that is lost in the din. Vegita stands still and silent, waiting for the show to continue.
          "Please take your positions, the master does not wish to wait." The spokesman drones. The gong is heard, calling silence to the arena for a scant few seconds before it is sturck a second and final time. The crowd erupts into joyous cheering as the fight begins.
          For once serious about the beginning of a fight, Mr. Satan reacts quickly as Vegita attacks. With a jump up and a flip over the charging Saiya-jin, Satan kicks back and plants both feet on Vegita's head. He kicks off, flipping again before landing. Vegita continues forward, controlling himself instead of stumbling. He takes a long step forward, pivots, and launches himself back towards his opponent. In the second this took, Mr. Satan has activated his strength and speed upgrades.
          As vegita throws punch after punch and kick after kick, Mr. Satan blocks them all, but has no time to throw any of his own. Vegita increases his concentration, looking for every openning and exploiting any small slip the Champ makes. Within seconds it is apparent that they are now closely matched, the upgrades Mr. Satan has make him much stronger and faster, but Vegita is more experienced and has greater reaction time. Unnatural speed and unnatural strength don’t give the unnatural experience needed to most effectively use them.
          Meanwhile... Backstage, Trunks is wandering around, looking for something he left behind two weeks earlier as well as watching the fight on the monitors located everywhere. He hears some muffled thumps from a broom closet and goes to check on the source of the noise. Upon opening the closet he sees a blond man bound and gagged, dressed in a tuxedo. "Wait a second..." Trunks says as he turns and looks at the monitors again. A double of the man is still standing in the spokesmans box, watching the fight with dull eyes. "What on earth?" he reaches down and tugs the gag out of the mans mouth.
          "Help! He did this to me! He’s a robot!" The man yells.
          "Who? Your twin?" Trunks asks as he undoes the binding on the mans arms and legs.
          "Yes!"
          "Alright then, stay here... I'll figure this out." Trunks looks at his watch, less than an hour till he has to be back to his training with Kuririn. "Better make this fast." He jogs down the halls and around corners, still able to keep one eye on the monitors placed in very convenient locations.
          Back at the fight... Mr. Satan has somehow managed to step up to the offensive, but Vegita is standing his ground and still get his own attacks in. Suddenly, a bright flash of energy shoots from Vegita's hand and into the ground at Satan's feet, throwing him into the air and dropping him solidly to the arena surface. "I'm getting tired of this Mr. Satan, just cower in fear like you usually do when faced with a stronger opponent, you'll never defeat the Prince of all Saiya-jin." Vegita says as he stalks forward.
          Mr. Satan rolls backwards and to his feet. "Never, 'prince!' I am the Champ and you will lose!" With that he leaps into the air and rises a good fifteen feet off the ground. Vegita rises into the air to meet him. Both fly straight at each other, slamming together in a solid hit. Both begin their attacks anew. More and more hits get through on each of them, Mr. Satan takes the punches a bit harder, his increased strength makes him hit much harder and gives him somewhat better toughness, but Vegita knows exactly what he is doing and Saiya-jin can only get more powerful every time they recover from even the smallest attacks. Given that the power increase is proportional to the damage taken, the hits he takes do nothing to give him more of an advantage, but few have come as close to death in the past as Vegita has. Raised to be a fighter, the best of all fighters, Vegita has been fighting faster and stronger opponents as long as he can remember.
          Vegita takes a very strong hit and allows himself to be thrown back and down to the arena floor. He looks straight at his opponent and smirks wickedly. "Galick-HO!!!" The strong energy attack catches Mr. Satan off guard, he twists to avoid it, but still gets clipped by the attack. He loses his concentration and falls out of the air, his upgrades evaporating as well. Vegita flies forward and slams into Mr. Satan, knocking him away and into the startled fans. With suprising reaction timing, the fans manage to dive out of the way as their favorite fighter slams into the seats, crumpling the steel and breaking the concrete.
          The prince of all Saiya-jin turns away from the fallen champ just in time to see the spokesman leap out of the spectator box and fly straight at him, caught off gaurd he manages to avoid a hit, but the dull-eyed man grabs his arm and throws him to he ground. "You win." The spokesman says before Vegita feels his strength begin to fade.
          "I know." Vegita says. He reaches up, grabs the androids kneck and squeezes to little effect. Then, being as smart as he is, he releases an extremely poweful enrgy blast from his hand. The explosion rips through the androids kneck, seperating it from the body. The drain on his strength fades away.
          Just then, Trunks appears in the spokesmans box, with the real spokesman trailing behind. "Vegita! The other spokesman is an An..... droid..." Trunks says, trailing off as he sees the sparking torso and head of the android on the arena floor. "Ah.. I see you figured that out already... Umm... good job, congrats and all." Trunks checks his watch, "Crap! Gotta go!" And with that he blasts off, headed back to his training.

Fin Finale
          The real spokesman picks up the dropped mike and smiles. "Ladies and gents! We’ve had a great fight today! Give it up for the First World Champion, Vegita!" The crowd goes wild, cheering the new champ as medics pry the fallen champion from the wrecked stands. "Congratulations Vegita! You’ve won the grand prize! How do you feel?!"
          Vegita "hurumphs" loudly before walking out of the arena.
          "There you have it! We hope to see you all again soon as we hold more tournaments right here! Have a great day and drive safe!" With that the spokesman turns with a flourish and walks back into the arena HQ.

Epilouge
          One of the cleanup crew pokes the remains of the android on the floor. "Huh.. Whats this?" He asks himself, looking at an odd tattoo on the back of the droids kneck. It appears to be a red bowtie shape with two white letters, 'RR.' "Hmmph." The man says before tossing both pieces into his garbage can and carting the contents off to the incinerator.

Prizes
1st Round loss: 100 Zeni and 50 PL.
2nd Round loss: 250 Zeni and 75 PL.
Final loss: 500 Zeni and 100 PL.
Winner: 1000 Zeni, 100 PL, and Champ belt (equipable clothing item; gives +25% max PL and Posing).