Death Arena Whump except everyone involved is a member of the Team and they all know that everyone will be safe at the end. It might hurt like hell, but no one is actually going to die. Their job is to make it look convincing for the Bad Guys, for some reason.
“OH FUCK. God… please… stop-!” “Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” “Shut up, you know I failed grade ten drama. Twice.”
And then, maybe POV Whumpee, finally is the winner. I’d love if they were stunned it’s them. Alrighty, time to-
And everyone else is actually dead. They walk out of the Arena to the lines of corpses, remembering all the jokes they cracked, all the merciless decisions they made, thinking… it was all show. And their world crumbles around them as they are crowned and honoured.
