Editing Stripped Gears Writefaggotry (section)

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"LAAAAAAADIES AND GEEEENTELMEEEEEN" bellowed the announcer. "Tonight I give you a fight like no other!" 
"In the red corner, weighing in at two-and-a-half metric tons, the deadly devil of Deutchland and the current Stripped Gears Open Formula World Champion, Frau Fury!"

The huge mechanical woman was the pinnacle of German overengineering. Every conceivable close-quarters combat system was hidden neatly away beneath her lunar-titanium skin. Standing to raise her arms for the crowd, she demonstrated her strength by tearing apart a nearby camera drone, splattering the its black lubricant against the shield walls of the ring. From the crowd, she received a deafening roar of approval.

"And in the blue corner, the challeng- wait, what does chickenscratch say?"

From seemingly nowhere, a pink-armored gynoid materialized in the ring. This wasn't your average "meido".

"Th' fuck kinda machine is that?!"
"Is it even registered? Where did it come from?!"

The pink gynoid stood in a fencer's ready stance, clutching a pearl-white saber with her left hand. Her armor had the same pearl sheen, and was adorned with a heart motif. Around her waist was an armored tutu, to which a pair of boosters were attached.
Her "eyes" were a pair of green optical arrays, stretched horizontally across her "face". Where there normally was some sort of speech vocalizer, she sported a blank faceplate.

Visibly disturbed by the manner in which the challenger appeared, the announcer nevertheless went on with the show.

"A..Alright, whatever! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME ROBOT RUMBLIN'?!"

The crowd roared its acknowledgment.

"READY, GO!"

Frau Fury was the first to strike, delivering a powerful punch to the heart-adorned chest of her opponent. The lightweight ballerina gynoid was thrown into the energy wall from the force, but landed on her feet and charged to attack. Ducking another punch from the German machine, she struck with her saber at the legs of Frau Fury, leaving deep gashes in the huge fembot's armor. Fury was equipped with several redundant systems, so many that she could still fight, even if bisected.

"OH! That's the first time Fury's been damaged all season! What is this new challenger?!"

"<FURY!>" Yelled the Champion's owner, in German. "<You can't hit her at that range! Back up and use your projectile weapons!>"

Frau Fury complied, and launched herself backwards, getting some distance from the mysterious challenger.

Thrusting her chest forward, Fury's metal breasts opened to reveal a pair of rotary guns and proceeded to lay down fire towards the much quicker enemy.

The pink mecha, with only minimal armor and no shielding unit, attempted to dodge the bullets but was quickly cut down by the hail of fire. Taking a knee, she soaked up far more shots than any robot of her size had any right to. As the projectiles pinged off her now dented and chipped chassis, she paused to analyze her systems.

"Armor integrity 60 percent."
"Emotion Drive is green."

Against all logic, she stood and charged full tilt at Frau Fury, the boosters on her dress propelling her across the huge ring in mere milliseconds.

"Armor integrity 53 percent. 52. 51."

One of the Champion's bullets managed to find a weak spot in the armor around the pink gynoid's upper thigh. Another pierced her shoulder pauldron, and a third cracked her upper optic array as it ricocheted off.

"Armor integrity 49 percent. Emotion Drive activated. VR-14, hyper mode engaged."

In a bright flash, what was once pearly pink armor turned a blinding gold, and the challenger accelerated to unbelievable velocities.

"What the...but...how...?!"

The announcer could only manage do spew gibberish as the smaller, shining robot tore the reigning champion apart. Out of nowhere, enormous gashes appeared in Frau Fury's thick armor, her severed lubricant lines spraying purple liquid over the ring floor. There was a small explosion in her chest as the last of her minigun ammunition cooked off. She deployed her wrist-mounted blades in a vain attempt to drive off the enemy robot, now moving so fast that Frau's optics couldn't keep up. Her right forearm disappeared, followed by her left wrist. Her sensitive circuits were exposed, and coolant sprayed out of slices in her neck. Her CPU was overloaded wth what could only be described as electronic pain--bombarded with alerts of her many failed redundant components, she shut down.

Suddenly, the now gold robot appeared at the other end of the ring. Her saber dripping with violet lubricant, she rested the weapon on her shoulder and waggled a finger at the shredded German fembot. Aided by her dress boosters once more, she leapt into the air. The shining robot's heart-shaped breastplate opened to reveal a military-grade laser irradiator, similar to the kind used on battleships. Striking a pose as the irradiator quickly calibrated itself, she lifted her hand to her faceplate, and blew her enemy a kiss of death. 
"Oh fuck, someone get the lights back on!"

"Cheese it, the cops!

Panic ensued. The gold robot's finisher had generated an EMP pulse that knocked out the power on the whole city block. The spectators fled into the streets, where they were met with the entire Metropolitan police force.

No one knew who the pink death machine had belonged to. The entry registration had been illegible, and the only trace of it was the glowing-hot, heart-shaped hole in the arena floor where Frau Fury had once stood.

"Father! Father! How did my Virtuaroid do?"

"She performed spectacularly, Lillian. In fact, I've already received an offer for production. They just want a full-size prototype."

"B-but where are we going to get the money for a V-Converter that big?"

"Anything for my darling."