"Heeeeeellllloooooo everybody and welcome to Darkfighter's second bi-monthly tournament!  I am BJ Nash, your faaaaavourite MC and I will be MCing this bi-monthly tournament yet again.  Huh?  Bi-monthly?" the annoying announcer checked his lines.  "The last tournament happened nearly a year ago!  Who writes these stupid lines anyway?  If it were up to me, I'd come up with something with more pizzaz, more class..."

"AHEM!"

BJ Nash looked up to see 6 angry fighters standing behind him.  He gulped.  "And what do we have here - the GMs of Darkfighter!  What story about me do you want to hear today?"

"The majority has spoken," said the bushin in red.

"Your voice and selfish attitude annoy more people than me." said the one clad in blue.

"You're outta here." said the one with the braided hair.

"You're fired." said the one with the spikey bangs.

"It's fate..." said the one with the yellow scarf.

"So be good and take your pink slip nicely, okay?" said the cute li'l zombie.

"Uh... wha...?"

"BUSHIN MUSOU RENGE!"

"HOUYOKU-SEN!"

"YOU-HOU!"

"RAISHIN MAHHAKEN!"

"AURA SOUL SPARK!"

"AIYAH~!"

WHAM!  CRASH!  BJ Nash rocketed through the roof and into the skies.  "Looks like BJ Nash is blasting off again!!"

Ping.

The crowd went wild.

Two hours later, the GMs finally managed to find some replacement announcers and everyone was happy again.... sorta.

"HELLO, ladies and gents!  Sorry for that horrible interruption.  I am Hiro and this is my co-host, Dai.  We're gonna be your new announcers so HANG ON TIGHT!  Isn't it a BEAUTIFUL day today?  Welcome to the Clashdome - a BEAUTIFUL arena with its own pocket dimension!  Meaning the stages will NEVER LOOK THE SAME WAY TWICE!  ISN'T THAT EXCITING???"

"For those fighters who are not satisfied with the current state of the ring, they may choose to use the Clashdome's teleporters and be transported to any stage from our known universe.  They will be immediately be transported back upon a victory." Dai stated calmly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, glue your eyes to the screen as we present to you FOOTAGE OF OUR COMPETING FIGHTERS!  IT'S GONNA BE WILD!!!!"

"The video screens are quite large so please do not stand and block the view of anyone behind you."

The giant video monitors fizzled static for a few seconds, then went through the generic 4, 3, 2, 1...  A few seconds later, the screens showed a man with a long ponytail, wearing nothing but pink boxers, flexing in various poses.  "Yahooie!  I am DA MAN!  I am Mega Dan X!  Saikyou!!!"

The audience was stunned speechless.

"Hiro, where is this footage coming from?" Dai asked, totally unfazed.

"Umm... from yesterday's beach party."

"...Oh-kay."

"Ahem.  So ANYWAY, ladies and gentlemen, here we have DAN HIBIKI, MASTER OF SAIKYO!  He will be competing in the first slot of C block today!"

Dan stuck his face as close to the camera as possible.  "OYAJI!!!"

"Loser." spat another voice close to Dan.  Dan was promptly knocked out of the way by a young man with white hair and eyes so dark, one couldn't discern the pupil.  Clad in a skin-tight black suit - nothing different from his usual fare - he struck a pose in front of the camera, claws crossed in front of his face, grinning evilly.

"And who do we have here??  Oh my god, it's Kurow Kirishima!" Hiro exclaimed.  "Kurow will be competing in the third slot of A block!"

"Kurow!  Good luck!!  Ganbarre!" a sickeningly sweet girl in the audience cried.  "If you don't win, I know where your car is!"

The monitors shifted to a large, menacing man clad in red except for a dark, billowing cape.  "Wow, and what doooo we have here?  None other than the dark king himself, Michael Bison!!!!" Hiro cried.

"Why is he still wearing his cape?" Dai asked.

The camera panned to the right where it scanned to two similarly-clad females.  The blonde was short and petite in stature with a bright sunniness to her expression.  Her partner, the brunette, was taller and better endowed.  Her demeanor was more stern and cautious, however she kept looking to the side as if lost in thought.  Both were glad in one-piece bathing suits with an open cut at the stomach and sides.  The girls approached Bison - the blonde first, grasping his hands and greeting him with warm words of welcome.  The brunette merely saluted as if to keep her distance.  "And here we have two of Bison's finest of fine DOLLs, Juli and Juni!!  What a warm reunion!  It touches my very soul!  *sniffle*"

"Bison will be competing in the first slot of C block.  Juli will be competing in the third slot of D block.  Juni will be competing in the fourth slot of A block."

The camera scanned around where there sat a classy woman with frizzled purple hair.  She wore a standard navy blue one piece and looked rather uncomfortable.  "Wow, what is this, ladies and gentlemen?!" Hiro cried.  "Lady Rose wearing a stunning one piece!!  This us unbelievable!  I would never have thought of anything like it!"

"Rose will be competing in the third slot of C block." Dai stated.

Rose glanced absentmindedly at her Shadoloo Tarot Deck and came upon a card - The Fool, represented by Ryu.  She looked up to actually see Ryu and couldn't help but be amused.  It didn't take a fool to guess what Ryu was wearing.  A hint - it's white, many martial artists practice wearing one, and it's torn at the sleeves.

"Oh, oh, ladies and gentlemen!  Here we have the long awaited hero of Street Fighter himself, Ryu Hoshii!!!!!"

The audience answered with mixed responses - cheers from the fans, boos from the anti-Shotokan club.

"And it looks like Ryu is still wearing his standard gi!  Talk about conservative!"

"Maybe he doesn't have anything else to wear." Dai pointed out.  "Ryu will be competing in the third slot of D block... wearing that."

The camera panned to a shadowy corner.  A figure which appeared to be human at a quick glance was talking on a cell phone.  But a longer glance quickly showed features similar to those of a bat.  "Who do we have here?  It looks like the dark lord Jedaaahhhhhhh!!  Who could he be speaking to?  Bill Gates?"

"Why would Jedah be speaking to Bill Gates?  Anyway, Jedah will be competing in the second slot of A block."

Continuing down the dark shadow, it failed to conceal a very tall man - or we think it's a man - clad in a trenchcoat and iron mask.  "Ooh look, ladies and gentlemen!  It's the mysterious one known only as Q!  What is he doing?"

Q suddenly ran away from sight.  A few seconds later, he showed onscreen again chasing several people and three cats.

"Terrorizing the locals." Dai replied.

Suddenly, the tables turned as Q found his iron face being clawed by a tiny Bulldog Terrier.  His hat was thoroughly chewed before the dog farted in his face.  "Huh?  What the hell?  It seems that Iggi isn't too happy with Q chasing one of those people.  Who woulda thunk???" Hiro coughed.  "That dog deserves some coffee gum!"

"Iggi - the dog - is one of our competitors, by the way." said Dai.  "He will be competing in the fourth slot of A block."

Sitting in plain view on the beach was some sort of robot contraption.  It simply sat there, doing nothing.  Perhaps it was a good thing so it doesn't overheat.  Seagulls found him to be a good sitting post.  "And what do we have here, ladies and gentlemen?  It's none other than Huuuuuuuitzil oooooof Phoboooooos!  Piiigssss iiiiiinnnnn Spaaaaaaaace!  Huitzil will be competing in the second slot of B block.  I just hope he can clear off those bird droppings soon!!"

Behind Huitzil were three girls who used the giant robot as some sort of umbrella shade.  The first was a zombie wearing her traditional Taoist robes, however with the sleeves off.  In the middle was a young girl hugging a headless doll and watching everyone warily.  To the right was a brown-haired girl - mousey would fit her description perfectly - clad in black biker clothes and hugging a helmet like it was a security blanket.  "It looks like competitors Lei Lei, Anita and Akira Kazama are putting that giant robot to good use!  Ahh... too bad they don't wanna join the crowd."

"Now take care if Huitzil decides to lie down."

".... LEI LEI WILL BE COMPETING IN THE SECOND SLOT OF D BLOCK!  ANITA WILL BE IN THE THIRD OF C AND AKIRA IS IN THE SECOND OF C!"

".... That was loud."

The teenage girls in the audience went wild as the screen showed a slow pan upward of twin teenage brothers.  The elder was clad in nothing but swimming briefs and his hat.  The other wore an open black sports jacket and black swimming trunks.  The hat-clad one grinned at the screen, showing off a little.  "Well if it isn't Yun and Yang Lee, the Twin Dragons, showing off for their fans!  And it looks like the girls are loving it!"

"Duo!!!!  Trowa!!!!" screamed one fangirl.

"Where are you from?" a fangirl beside her chided.  "It's Yun and Yang!"

"Duo and Trowa!"

"Yun and Yang!"

"Duo and Trowa!"

"Yun and Yang!"

A fight ensued.

Dai smiled, totally unfazed.  "Duo - I mean Yun - will be competing in the fourth slot of C block.  Yang will be competing in the fourth slot of D block."

In the water, three young women tried their luck at surfing.  One was a Japanese girl with short black hair, wearing a one-piece.  The second was a dark-skinned girl wearing a one-piece similar in appearance to what Morrigan or Lilith would wear.  The other was a young woman of Chinese background wearing a blue swimsuit with a zipper up front.  The three appeared to be doing fine until a giant tidal wave crashed into them and wiped them out.  They were next seen soaking wet and beating up on nearby people to vent stress.  "Uh... what do we have here?  Competitors Makoto Rindou, Sakura Yugure and Chun Li beating up on innocent people BEFORE their match starts?  What a disaster!  What horror!  What show of spirit!  We're gonna have some fiesty competitors tonight!!!"

"Makoto will be competing in the final slot of C block.  Sakura will be competing in the only match of E block. Chun Li will be in the third of A block."

Perched high atop a flagpole was an incubus, wearing nothing but swimming trunks and a cape, watching the girls with interest.

"Ugh oh... it looks like Demitri Maximoff is showing interest in the girls!" Hiro exclaimed. "Will he get what he wants, or - seeing the angry condition of the girls - get what he deserves? The suspense is killing me!"

"Demitri will be competing in the only match of E block."

"Looks like Demitri's in for a big one. Or Sakura?  The suspense!!"

"Why is he still wearing his cape?"

The screen zoomed to the beachside again.  By the volleyball nets, a man with strangely fashioned red hair grinned wickedly as the ball flew his way.  He leapt in the air and preformed an axe kick.  The volleyball spiked straight onto the poor sap on the other side of the net, rendering him unconscious and with a bleeding nose.

"Ooh, would you look at that?!  Competitor Adon just gave some poor sap a bleeding nose!  What a jerk!!  And what does he think this is - Acro Spike?!"

"Are you making another anime reference?" Dai sighed.  "Adon will be competing in the first slot of A block."

Somewhere nearby, a young girl with blonde hair in two long pigtails, wearing a very suggestive light blue and white bathing suit, clung onto the arm of a very tall, very muscular man wearing painter's pants.

"So, do you wrestle?" the girl asked.

"Get away from me." the man spat.

"Do you wrestle?"

"I said outta my way!  Get lost."

"Ooh, you're so cute!  I bet you wrestle!"

"......"

"Ha ha!  It looks like the competitor known as Rainbow Mika is not letting Alex down!" Hiro laughed.  "Ain't that COOL?  Two fighters with something in common!  That's the best way to bring fighters together!  True frienships are made on the battlefield!"

"We have 5 Kung Fu practicioners and 7 Karate practicioners who currently aren't speaking to each other aside from the Lee brothers." Dai pointed out.  "Not even Ken and Ryu are speaking to each other."

"I know!  And they'll all be good friends someday!  BUT ANYWAY!  Alex will be competing in the second slot of C block -"

"Against a Kung Fu fighter."

"- and Rainbow Mika will be competing in the first slot of B block!"

"Against a Karate fighter."

The screen switched over to what appeared to be an outdoor medic booth.  A blond man wearing red trunks and a Brazilian boy were both being treated by a lovely nurse.  Tossing a lock of her luxurious black hair aside, she treat each sprain and cut from her two patients with ease.  Both would be enjoying themselves more except for the menacing husband to remind them, "She's mine."

"This doesn't look good, ladies and gentlemen!" Hiro cried.  "It looks like competitors Ken Masters and Sean Dominguez are already injured before the match!  But luckily, Kyoko Minazuki will fix them up good!"

"Personally, I believe if Ken and Sean make any move, Hideo Shimazu will be fixing them up good." Dai pointed out.

Suddenly, a large man wearing samurai armor came from out of nowhere and glomped Ken.  "KEN-SAN!  Daijoubu desu ka?"  (Are you all right?)

"W-what the...?" Hiro blinked.  "Competitor Sodom is..."

Ken, who was now under the samurai man, couldn't be more hurt.  "Get offa me, moron!  Idiot!  Baka!"

Only the last one sunk in through.  "Ken-san called me a baka!  Waaaahhhhh!!"

Hiro coughed.  "Uh, anyway, Sean will be competing in the first slot of A block.  Ken, Sodom and Hideo will be competing in the first, third and fourth slots of B block respectively.  Lovely wife Kyoko will be competing in the final slot of D block."

"I heard what you said about my wife!" Hideo shook an angry fist at the screen.

"Uh..." a giant sweatdrop went down the back of Hiro's head.  "Let's continue?"

Somewhere in the far edge of the beach, a blond man, a student with hair that resembled a broom and a dark figure were in a heated discussion.  All wore what they usually would.

"The beach.  A metaphoric symbol for the washing tides of tournament competition." the shadow spoke.

"Meta-floor....Whatever." the broom-headed student produced a handful of pocket knives.  "Eat this!"

"Hah!  You call that knives?  Wuss.  THESE are knives!  Metaphor THIS!" the blond man produced a multitude of kitchen knives.

The shadow scratched his chin.  "Hmm... interesting..."

"It appears that competitor Eij--- I mean, Edge Yamada has gotten into a wonderful conversation with Dio Brando and his shadow." spoke Dai.  "Edge will be competing in the second slot of D block.  Dio and his shadow - aptly named Shadow Dio - will be competing in the first slot of D block, coincidentally against each other."

"Hey, Dai, look!  It looks like Fei Long is shooting a movie on his vacation!  Wow, that's what I call dedication!"

"Perhaps he's just overworked."

Sure enough, there was Fei Long, surrounded by movie crew.  He wore baggy black pants and a white tank top.  Surrounding spectators had the decency not to call him Bruce Lee in front of his face.  Apparently, Fei was looking for a co-star when a tall man with flowing brown hair stode into the area.  "Would you prefer my assistance?"

"Who are you?" Fei asked.

"One with a handsome face like mine would surely make a beautiful co-star."

"Uh, yeah, so take off that mask already."

"I cannot.  For you see, the blinding sunlight may produce sunburns upon my beautiful face."

"Then if you can't take it off, why are you here?" Fei sighed.

Hiro blinked.  "It looks like Fei Long has gotten into a scuffle with competitor Vega!  Will Vega keep his mask or will he take it off for the glory of stardom?!  Hang onto your hats, ladies and gentlemen!  Even I can't take the suspense!"

"Fei Long will be competing in the second slot of A block.  Vega will be competing in the final slot of B block."

"Weeeeeeeeellllcome back, ladies and gentlemen!" screeched a third voice.  "It's me, your favourite BJ Nash, who will be hosting the second Darkfighter Tournament!"

"Oh no you don't!  It's gonna be me and Dai!  You're fired, remember?"

"BJ Nash doesn't have the word 'fired' in his vocabulary!"

"Then perhaps you need a dictionary." spoke a fourth.  Standing behind BJ Nash with arms folded was none other than the Bushin in red.  Before BJ Nash could open his mouth, Guy was beating the tar out of the annoying announcer once again.  With each punch and kick, the crowd cheered.

"Ha ha!" Hiro laughed.  "Competitor Guy - who will be competing in the third slot of B block - returns from a disappearing act to preform one last GM duty of graciousness before the tournament!!  Let's give him a big round of applause!"

The crowd went wild.  More due to the fact that BJ Nash was getting beaten up than anything else.

Dai smiled.  "Let the second tournament commence!  Thank you for your patience."