The Masked Dreadnaught, [i]the Interdimensional Lucha Libre Alliance’s glorious flagship and mobile headquarters, had taken up station over the world of Hipposs, an arid globe of vast deserts and broken badlands interspersed with intensely tropical oases of life.  A Vendetta had been called, and the world of Hipposs had been chosen as the field of battle where two masked souls would clash in a holy trial where Victory would be the judge.

The challenge had been issued and accepted, the fighters were awaiting.  All that was left…was the Ring.[/i]

The Masked Dreadnaught[i]’s bombardment weapons cycled, sending their mighty payload rocketing down to the surface of Hipposs in a shroud of smoke and flame.  A double-ended fifty-foot spike of battle steel, carrying with it the masksignias of generations of Luchalliance champions and encircled by its own massive Belt of Kings, bearing the plain white mask which marked the Ring as the most impartial and virtuous of judges.  Amidst the broken, cluttered rock wastes and badlands of New Arizona, the Ring descended, bringing with it flame and fury and the promise of Glorious Combat.

After the resounding thunder of the Ring’s impact, anointed machinery began to spill from panels opened in its flanks.  Huge, high-output floodlights burned the heavens with their light, while the Ring’s subordinate hoverdrones deployed the Posts.  The miniature Rings dug into the sandy stone of New Arizona, connecting to each other with cords of plasma in the hundred square meter standard Ring of the Luchalliance.

And above it all, hundreds of meters tall, the Commissioner of the Luchalliance grinned beneath his purple mask, held his hands up into the air, and roared.

“REJOICE, PEOPLE OF HIPPOSS!  YOUR WORLD HAS BEEN CHOSEN AS THE SACRED BATTLEGROUND FOR THIS MOST [/i]GLOOORIOUS[i] OF CONTESTS!  TWO SOULS LOCKED IN STRUGGLE, SEEKING THE DIVINE JUSTICE OF THE RING, HAVE COME TO TEST THEIR MIGHT ON YOUR SOIL!  IN THE NAME OF [/i]GLOOOOOOOOOOORIOOUUSS[i] COMBAT, LET THOSE WHO SEEK JUSTICE QUENCH THEIR THIRST FOR THE DIVINE CONFLICT, THE SUPREME STRUGGLE, THE [/i]ULTIMATE CONTEST OF STRENGTH AND SKILL![i]  MAY THE GODS GUIDE THE HANDS OF THE JUST AND REND THE MASKS OF THE WICKED!”

“LET THE GAMES[/i] BEEEGIIIIIIIIN!”