Malak and Zarlax enter the ring quickly. Both of them look eager to start the fight. The announcer raised up his hand and shouted. "Begin!" as the gong just off the stage sounded. Zarlax seemed to fly across the stage as he jumped forward and slammed into Malak with his shoulder. Malak grunted as the air was pushed from his lungs, but he managed to grab Zarlax's shirt and stop himself from flying off the stage. The momentum pulled them both to the edge, where Malak was able to throw Zarlax over his shoulder and onto the ground just outside of the ring. The announcer had just barely put down his arm to show the beginning of the fight. "Did I just see what I thought I saw? Is the fight over already? Amazing! After less then a second in the ring Malak managed to get the advantage and win the fight! Give him a big hand folks, that has to have the fastest win in the history of this tournament!"