Competitors wake in a white void. They are separated from each other. These seven individuals will be set in an elimination royale. One shall stand, while six shall fall.
First, we have Existential Crisis Man, the embodiment of depression.
The man shown wears a white hoodie slightly yellowed by age, he is very pale, and is thin.
"..."
Not much of a talker...
Next up, is-
"JOHN CENA!"
A John Cena lookalike with a mustache flexes.
Actually, it's Juan Scener. Next up is-
"JOHN CE-"
NO!
Next up is Dogma. I'll let him speak for himself.
"Let's rock... literally."
Alright then. It seems our competitors aren't very talkative so far...well, maybe this next one will be.
"Oh, hey there. Remember me?" A Mexican guy that clearly looked a bit too happy to see somebody strutted towards the camera. "Well, I remember you..." he said, before starting to-
NEXT COMPETITOR! NEXT COMPETITOR!
Another competitor was directly in front of the camera, muttering at how intricate the machinery was, before the camera shut off once he saw the red light.
And there was Tech-Runner, folks. Next.
The camera showed a room with a fly in it. After a few seconds, the fly became Ronald McDonald, then Bill Cipher, then Anarky, and finally stopped at a...multicolored Kirby.
Figment, probably the wackiest competitor. How many of these guys are gonna be silent?
A dark-winged person is in the center of the camera, standing there with his arms crossed. "Can we please get this over with soon? I've got finals tomorrow, and I can't be late, or dead."
Hundao, our final competitor, fights crime and yada yada yada.
Loudspeakers turn on inside all of the rooms.
"You have all been chosen to take place in a battle of champions. Not all of you are heroes, and not all of you can win. One of you, isn't even a hero."
The competitors look confused as the host smirks.
"But, you must all fight, or you will die. Now then, with all that said, LET'S GET TO THE KILLING!!!"
The host then presses a button, and all of the competitors are warped away.
And now, time to start killing. The host said with a smirk, as he puts on a white mask with a black Z on it.