The loudspeaker crackles again, interrupting the music and the crowd both. It's a different voice this time, but still pitched up high and scratchy and eminently fucking smug.

"Well done, rabbits! You haven't completely embarrassed me just yet. There was actually some blood spilled, who'da thunk it? We're down to four lucky suckers. Who will win? Who will lose? Who will get their ribcage torn open and spill their guts for all to see? Who cares who it is? All of you with a pulse, get your asses on the floor! Remember, no matter who wins, all of you are the real losers."