Kick a loose grenade up the elevator shaft and wait; the chain explosion wipes the whole top floor every single time.

Shotgun plus propane tank is the nastiest opener. One blast, one spark, and the arena’s suddenly all fire and ragdolls.

I always stash a pistol before picking up the rocket launcher—swap mid-air and you can roll-cancel the recoil animation.

Sliding through lit gas leaks while throwing melee elbows is peak chaos; foes either burn or fall into the void chasing you.

Double dropkick off the catwalk catapults enemies into the crusher pit—style points plus instant elimination.

Grab the machete only to bait lunges. Its parry window is giant and counter-slams even armored bruisers across the level.

In survival I rotate pistol, SMG, then fists so ammo crates keep spawning—empty hands count, so the game keeps feeding drops.

Legendary move: toss a box down the stairs, shoot it mid-fall, and surf the blast to the lower floor ahead of everyone else.