~ ooc: Guy117 hasn't been on in over a week. We'll go ahead and start without him, but I'll put him in the last match of the first round in case he does show up.
The announcer pondered for a second, before deciding. "Alright. You guys go ahead and come in. I'll send someone out here to direct any stragglers to our location. Okay, competitors, follow me!" At that, the announcer began walking toward the stadium, bringing the combatants to where they'd be staying for the next several days.
They were taken through a door, up a tall flight of stairs, and through another door. They emerged on a sort of balcony that hung over the stands. It was made of stone and covered by a wooden balcony. The combatants would get a great overhead view of the ring, a large slab of stone created by several smaller square plates. This was their first opportunity to see the enormous size of the crowd, which was now well over one hundred thousand.
"Here it is. You'll find that there are several vendors up here specifically made for you, just walk around to the other side of the balcony." The announcer pointed across the stadium, showing that the entire balcony was a large loop around the top of the stadium. "And don't worry, fans don't have access to this area, so your privacy is safe. Alright, if that's all, I'll go see if anyone else has arriv--"
At that, a yellow point in the horizon came into view. The announcer squinted his eyes as it grew steadily larger and larger. As it drew closer, it seemed someone was actually
riding on it. The golden cloud was speeding like a bullet, straight for them. Finally, it swooped over the far edge of the stadium, much to the amazement of the fans, and curved up to drop its passenger up on the balcony, right beside the announcer. The cloud then headed straight back up, back into the heavens.
The boy that had appeared seemed to be in his late teens, and he looked at everyone there with a somewhat goofy, yet pleasant, smile. His shaggy black hair could be called messy at best, and compared to the other combatants,
he was barely armored at all. Just a simple orange gi with no shirt underneath and a blue cloth belt, baggy orange pants, and dark blue wrist bands to match his cloth shoes. He was very toned and muscular, however. "Hi guys!" He waved.
The announcer was still getting over a boy riding a cloud to the tournament, before he slowly looked at his roster. "S-So.. who are you?"
"My name's Goten," the young man replied with a smile.