Mechageddon 9000
Lights splashed on the superbly-dressed and bedazzled announcer from multiple angles. He waved a gloved hand at the crowds that sat in enclosed antigrav stadium seats surrounding him. And with great gusto to boot.
He himself stood on an antigrav platform that was itself circled by lighting and camera drones. They whizzed past and around slowly, and captured his every movement.
His face was plastered with an egregiously wide grin, and his movements were incredibly dramatic. As though what he was presenting was the most prestigious event in human history.
Perhaps for some, it was true.
“Welcome one and all to the Annual Mechageddon 9000!” he said. “If you’re just joining us now, the tournament has reached its 7th round of the Quarter-Final Eliminations! The winner here will move on to compete in the semi finals against the best of the best.”
The announcer then waved a hand at the vast expanse of land below them.