*The doors opening on the first match of the semi-finals, a thick black smoke begins to seep through the cracks before fully waft into the waiting chambers. Breathing it in, the combatants instinctively begin choking on it before it slowly begins to head towards the ceiling.
Looking out onto the battlefield, the smoke clears revealing a large gradual depression in the ground, with open wires extending out of the ground in a few locations. At the bottom of the depression lays a pool of thick oil. The decline down into the pool is traversable, however it wouldn't be too hard to lose one's footing and land straight into the oily lake.
Looking out beyond the arena, what seems to be a metal wall encases the entire thing, and looking to the sky reveals light shining down into the chaimber.
A booming voice then rings throughout the colosseum.*
Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the third to last match of the Tournament of Desires! Now, you may be wondering what the smoke covering the arena is. That, my friends, is polychlorinated biphenyl, an extremely toxic, non-flammable oil. With this being injested, I believe the four of you would die in give or take 3 hours. That is the time limit of this match.
Don't worry, we'll be sure to extract you before you're eliminated from your life.
Now, let the match... BEGIN!
*A gong sounds, and the combatants are set!
Are you ready to go?*

