"Welcome one and all to the first ever Planeswalker Wars!" Echoes through the massive space, flooded with darkness. As soon as the voice dies, the sound a crowd erupts, filling the air as much as the darkness. A Large Screen flares to life, followed by several sets of flood lights, all aimed down into a circular pit. "Today's Entertainment is brought to you by the Interplanar Entertainment Corporation! And it's Hosted by YOUR'S TRULY, The Gamesmaster!" The screen flashes from a large wheel, split into five sections and filled with color, to show a man dressed in a large trench coat. His hair was slicked back and jet black, revealing a smarmy smile and dark blue eyes. His coat swept across the ground as he strode through to the center of the pit. He grinned broadly to the camera following him, waving to the crowd. As it once more erupted into cheers of enthusiasm, he laughed, lifting a mic. The crowd died down, waiting expectantly.
"Today we are bringing to you the Best mages from across the Multiverse to Vie for the Championship and title of Planeswalker Supreme!" The crowd once more erupted into cheers, hooting and hollering wildly as he stood with his arms outstretched and waited patiently. "Today we have Seven Contestants to face off against each other in One on One Combat! The best Mage wins and walks into the next round! The Loser has a chance to make a comeback in the Failure Bracket!" Seven gates opened around the arena. "First we have the Man with the Plan, The Chivalrous Knight of Alara, Gideon Jura!" The Gamesmaster gestured towards one of the gates, a tall, stern faced man walking out into the pit. He crossed his arms over his armored chest and waited silently. The light glinted off of the gold embedded in his armor, his blonde hair swept back as well. "Next, The Master Hunstman, able to take down any creature: Garruk Wildspeaker!" The floor started to rattle and shake as a brute of a man stepped out of the next gate. He wore heavy furs over his shoulders, with a massive axe in hand. He pumped the axe over his head, the crowd cheering ecstatically for him. "To follow up, we have the Master of the Mind, the one, the only, THE JACE BELEREN!" The crowd positively exploded, cheers and shouts raining down as a young male, in a blue robe, stepped into the light. He adjusted something on his wrist as one of his eyes started to glow a pale blue before fading into the shadows of his hood once more.
"Next up, the Witch with the Coldest Heart, Liliana Vess!" The crowd fell silent as the woman walked out, her hips swaying back and forth. A black dress clung to her thin form, her black hair flowing over her shoulders. A small piece of chain mail hung from her waist and clinked gently with her steps. "Next, the hottest woman alive, with the fiery personality to boot, Chandra Nalaar!" A fireball erupted from the next gate, ending with a scorch mark and revealing a tall, red haired woman. She glared at the Gamesmaster, before throwing another fireball at him. Lifting his hand, he simply deflected it, the ball of flames dissipating well above the pit.
"You promised you wouldn't say that, asshole!" She shouted at him, her hair quickly erupting into flames as fire engulfed her hands. He simply waved her aside. "I'll kill you when I have the chance! I'll watch you burn!" He simply laughed, loudly, as the crowd joined in.
"Anyways, we have two more Planeswalkers to introduce! The Man with a Thousand Lives, Thebes Bivan!" He shouted into his mic. Chandra stepped aside as a shadow physically stood up beside her, before sliding back into the ground. Left behind was a tall, pale faced man, his jet black hair left to cover his face. Wearing a trench coat, black pants, and heavy boots, he simply whispered something in her ear. She calmed down before stepping back and glared at the Gamesmaster. "And, Finally, the Second Best Hunter, and the Bearer of the Plague, Timdis Vulshok!" The last gate flared up with a brilliant white light. As it died down, it revealed an equally tall male, wearing an empty quiver on his back. His hands, feet, and scalp were all covered in jagged metal shards, his eyes a deep black. What skin showed under his tunic was a tanned leathery shade, and he glared at the Gamesmaster.
"With our contestants introduced, now we shall name our first Fighters!" The Gamesmaster gestured to the screen, which had split to show each Planeswalker's face. One at a time, the portraits lit up, the lighted frame travelling in a circle and picking up speed. After a few moments it suddenly stopped, framing Thebes' portrait. "First off we have Thebes Bivan! And who shall his contestant be!?" The light spun once more, taking a few moments before stopping just as suddenly on Garruk's portrait. "The Master Hunter, The Wild Man, Garruk Wildspeaker! Stay tuned for after these commercial Breaks, we'll pit these too in a head to head combat to see WHO will win!"
All Characters, save The Gamesmaster, Thebes Bivan, and Timdis Vulshok, are the rightful properties of their respective companies. This is not a parody, nor will i actively pick my OC's to win. Any and all flames will be used to roast marshmallows, but proper criticism and pointers are always helpful. I hope y'all enjoy!