An anthropomorphic cat was nothing less than confused. He tried to figure out where he was, but his equipment was being blocked, and he was surrounded by beings he had no idea what they were. There was talking burlap sack, a guy with a yellow ball for a head, and a guy who he didn't even know what he looked like due to a helmet covering everything up. But what was strangest, and given, it was a stretch with present company, was a standing corpse in a force field. "It feels good having to restrain almost no one before the game starts." His attention was grabbed with everyone else's by The Gamer speaking up again. He might as well listen if he was going to get any answers.
"All right. I have gathered you all here for one reason..."
"Only one?"
"What?"
"There aren't any other reasons you brought us here?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Yeah, Kazooie, what're you talking about?"
"Isn't it obvious, Banjo? Some of us, such as us and the squirrel, are only here as a technicality because he wouldn't enough players otherwise. Ha ha - yipe!"
A small bolt of energy went past Kazooie, singeing the ends of her head feathers. "No snarky remarks regarding my player select." Most were confused at their conversation, but The Gamer just hurried it along. "Now then, the reason you are here is that you are some of the mightiest warriors in the multiverse, and are going to find out how mighty in a tournament! And the winner gets one wish of their choosing, for whatever they want!" Everyone's eyes lit up at that, their minds instantly thinking to what they want.
"My comic will be the greatest in the universe!"
"I could get Berri back."
"Fix the mirror..."
"Get a better game than Nuts & Bolts."
Everyone chose to ignore the bird as they waited for The Gamer to continue. "Well then, now that we're all on the same page, let's get started!" A huge light turned on to reveal an arena where the battles will take place. "First up, Master Chief vs Marcus Fenix!"