contest of champions first stage
The lights were bright, walking out of the arena gates, and almost immediately, the roar of the crowd died down, watching as each of the contenders stepped out in turn. When the last of them filed out in turn, the Grandmaster rose from his seat in the owner's box, the viewscreens around the arena lighting up with his likeness. "Welcome, welcome, one and all, to the Contest of Champions! I am your host, the original, the Grandmaster."
He paused then, taking in the gathering of contenders in the arena. "Wow, really, is this all we have? Is this really it?" he asked, turning behind him to an attendant. "Huh. I thought we would have had more contenders. We have no more contenders? We have no more contenders." He sighed, melodramatic, before he turned back with a smile. "Well, these are our contenders, and we'll work with what we have.
"You all have gathered here from your world in order to participate in our little contest. You will be tested upon your courage, your strength, your audacity... and, of course, the strength of your team, all in turn. Your first test will be one of skill and style."
He clapped his hands and a series of targets raised up from the ground of the arena at an assortment of heights, even as a glowing force field lifted to surround the audience and protect them from any stray blasts or debris. "Your task is to destroy the most targets," he announced, "but of course, the team who does so in the most impressive way will get a nice bonus from me... so you know, be sure to put on a good show!" He grinned widely. "Good luck, contenders, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"