Fearniversary Tournament

Hello everyone!  I'm your new announcer, Neko the Legendary Kittybird, who is replacing the burnt up one you all just had.  Truly a loss. ANYWAY!  From atop my cat tower in the announcing box, our contestants are entering the spooky forest arena.  That is a nice area, where did we get that?  Oh?  You just yanked a forest into here?  How?  ...oh.  Well then. Our first contestant is Elberich the Squamous...what's a squamous?  Is that similar to a Bigfoot? Then he's the oddest Bigfoot I ever saw because I have yet to see any wear aviator caps and goggles.  He champions the...um...the Quiet.  Isn't that the Fear thing that wants to turn everything into nothing? And his opponent is...I need to find the paper.....oh!  HEY!  There is only ONE NEKO on this planet and that's me-Oh, she ISN'T a kittybird.  She's just some human with a feather jacket and a claw on her left hand with armor.  She's supposed to be t...

Oh, hey, I survived that round. Anyhow, our next round is Ace, champion of the Archangel, versus Scarecrowe, champion of the Siren. Nerd versus goth... nice. Alright, things are getting started. Ace charges at Scarecrowe, and prepares to attack; Scarecrowe grabs a straight razor and throws it at him. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Right in the shoulder. Ace looks to be raising his other arm. Not sure what he's doing... oh, firing blobs of partially-solid black mist. That's unexpected. Erm. I think. Didn't really get a lot of time to read up on our contestants, I'll be honest. Kinda got shoved into the job after the last announcer died. Scarecrowe dodges, but a lot of the goop-mist hits regardless. (Pretty obvious if you're paying any attention to the match, though apparently this whole thing is getting transcribed too, so I may as well mention it.) Meanwhile, Ace takes his chance as Scarecrowe is knocked back a little. He does... something... well, he looks a ...

Alright, settle down, everyone. It's perfectly normal for announcers to get murdered by ghosts. Well, I assume that last one got murdered, anyways. Our first contestant looks to be some random person named Bryn. Which is also my name, but whatever. She's championing the Glass Cat, also known as the Fear that had catgirl... monstergirl... whatever fanart made of it on the day it was created. (Furry. Not that I'm surprised. She's got fangs and claws, too.) Meanwhile, our second contestant is a fellow by the name of Somnam. Som is championing the Cold Boy, which I suppose explains the dark blue hoodie. Doesn't explain the creepy mask, but let's just overlook that little detail, eh? Okay, looks like Bryn is drawing some sort of elaborate... thing... in the sand. Som is having none of this. He's charging right at Bryn. Take that, you nerd. You nerd who draws things. Bryn has noticed Som and taken out one of her knives, but Som parries it with his sword. Uns...

The Fears are growing restless. Which means we should get started before they decide to kill us all. I will now draw the numbers of our first champions. First up is Kiro Cloudwatcher. Wait, do we allow cats in this tournament? What even is a cat-kraken? You know what, never mind we'll just go with it. This Eldritch cat is the champion of the Masked God. Which is a Fear I've never even heard of before. Are we sure this is even a real contestant? Alright, I'm being told that yes the Masked god is a real fear and yes we allow cats in the tournament. Which seems unfair but okay. The Masked god must be really shy, which could be why I've never heard of him. It also explains the masks. The opposing champion will be, hold on my hand is stuck in the lottery jar. There it is. Our cat champion's opponent will be "Tod the Reckless". This skitchy kid is championing the Plague Doctor. You all must be wondering if we have taken measures to protect our audi...

Welcome, everyone. Please take your seats. Don't mind the restraints on your chairs, those are just for show. I promise. Is everyone sitting down? Alright we can begin then. Long ago in ancient times there was a tournament where the most powerful beings smashed each others skulls in. Not that all of them had a skull but that's beside the point. These were called the Match of the Century/Millennium. However due to public complaints of gratuitous violence, water pollution (the blood had to go somewhere), overdue parking tickets and far too much noise pollution, these tournaments were cancelled. However we have finally raised enough funds to bring them back! Most of these funds came from the bake-a-convocation-bird sale we did a few months ago. That and from us begging the Slender man for some cash he earned from his awful acting career. For this new revamped version of the tournament the Fears themselves have picked their champions. These champions have been pulled from t...