A lone figure floats onto a rooftop. He waits silently. The lift Drifblim the ref rented floats back to the ground. A minute later, another figure appears. He is the challenger to the first figure-and he tosses a scroll containing his demands-and a paper gauntlet, courtesy of the ref. Speaking of the ref, he is floating in from the Drifblim now. A Plicowatt is sitting in his hand, before using its antennae like a small battery to power a loudspeaker. "Alright, folks-let's get this started. I'm Tortferngatr-and as your ref-here's the order of things." "And if all that's settled-" a wave of Drifloon appeared at the behest of Drifblim, ready to work together to carry any falling participants back up to the tower-"let the battle BEGIN!"