Who Wants to be a Leader!

“Oh ho ho! This year’s election cycle has got to be the most exciting to date. The season has us entering into the final round between the two crème de la crème parties:”
The commentator pauses for dramatic effect as the audience turns to the stage, beset by studio lights twirling to point at a dazzling sapphire floor so bright as to cause blindness.

A lengthy woman in a tearing purple business suit jumpes to the floor. She has a pin on her lapel of a giant holding the world just large enough to be distracting.
“Atlaaaaaaaas!” The commentator shouts extenuating the lass, as the woman begins circling the stage.
There’s a pause before a blue cloud erupts obscuring the camera,
“And theeeeeee Electra!” A ripened old man steps out gesturing to the audience, a blue sapphired cape and cane dragging behind him.

The two begin to fight, the pace is slow and choreographed with the tides of battle turning after each call the announcer makes about which district Atlas or Electra has won; in the end, the old man wins.