The night sped by like a dream. The electrical atmosphere in the tavern, the shouts of the crowd, the free-flowing alcohol...
When Ubaar stepped into the ring the first time and quickly defeated his opponent, the crowd noticed. The following hours went by quickly, as the barbarian took down most of his civilized opponents quickly and efficiently. There was one point where the half-orc was worried a bit as he was wrasslin' a red-bearded dwarf from the Great Rift, but he finally won after a long struggle.
Near the end of the night, the combination of drunk alcohol, fatigue, the end of the strength spell and a huge, ugly bald guy (nicknamed "Ogre" by the crowd, and rightly so) got the better of the warrior. By that time, however, a good had already been had by all, and the companions managed to pay for the evening's celebrations as well as make a small profit from betting on the priest of Uthgar (about 10-15 gold pieces each, all told).