Vadim was just getting comfortable in the stands when he felt a rather hard object hit him in the top of the head with a somewhat hollow [i]boink[/i]. When he turned around to see who had assaulted him in such a manner, he was surprised to see his good friend Lucas Farley with a large bucket of popcorn standing behind him. "Lucas! Wow, I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

Lucas smiled back at his long-time friend. "I signed up for the tournament, of course. What else?"

"Really? Wow, that's quite the shocker. You haven't entered a tournament in years."

"Yeah, well, Farley's back, baby. I'm ready to show these good people my new moves." Lucas's smile never broke, but their conversation was. There was a beeping sound from the large screen on the wall in the arena that called for all fighters to report to their assigned rings to square off with their first opponent. The time for resting and other shenanigans was in the past. Now, it was time to get to business. "Good luck out their, Vadim. Try to make it far enough that we get to square off, because I am so looking forward to that!" Lucas jabbed before jogging off to the arena number marked next to his name on the screen.

"You can count on it," Vadim responded before turning and heading the opposite way toward his own ring. Time to bust a move.