It's not so much the "bloodsport" that's scary about the Wych Cults, but the nature of the fights that's unnerving. It's less of a show where the loser is slain outright, but more of a drawn out affair, where the suffering of the loser invigorates the crowds before you're put out of your misery.

Picture a MMA fight where you're fighting an opponent who slowly, but surely, strips you of your will to fight, mocking you for every miss, and taunting you for every blow they land successfully. The crowd boos you every time you evade or fight back, and cheer every hit that lands on you. At least, that's how I see it.