I watch eagerly with a smirk on my face as I watch the fifteen participants finally lay their eyes on each other as I sit from on the sidelines. These are the best fighters in the world right now, all interested in a dip in our lovely Lazarus pits of immortality. They've been hand-picked and curated to make things interesting. No holds barred. I stand up from my seat and approach them, greeting everyone that's assembled as the head of the League of Lazarus.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Lazarus Tournament! I am your host, Respawn. I'm also the head of the League of Lazarus." I say in my booming deep voice as I give everyone a wicked grin while I scan the crowd. I see some eyes turn towards me, some still focused on each other, and some lost in strategy. "You have all been chosen because you all are the best fighters in the world right now; the most dangerous, the most ruthless, the most cunning." I move a little closer and address them all again.

"The rules are simple. Kill anyone during the day, but combat is off-limits during sleeping hours. Anything goes. You all have three lives. For the first two lives, you'll be resurrected. You have the option to leave anytime before your third life. Once you die a third time, there will be no resurrection. The last one standing on the island will be rewarded with the gift of immortality. Any questions?" I straighten up and eye each of the participants, mentally placing bets already.