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It was good to be king, John realized, as he sent Mari, his 5 foot tall murder machine, into the ring. He was reigning champ in these rings, and no one would be ousting him from the top spot anytime soon. Looking over to his opponents side of the ring, he could see the kid giving high fives to what looked like his college buddies, probably only have just learned about this darker side of an already pretty violent spectacle, they more than likely dumped a ton of their parent's money into their mediocre sparring robot. Someone up top must be cruel to send them against the reigning king of these fights, probably trying to teach them a lesson in what it really takes to compete in the death matches.

He studied their meido, probably over 6 feet tall, most likely to fit in more combat equipment and hidden blades and that kind of shit. Either that or the kids just liked the amazon look. Not so for John, he knew the level of damage an unassuming or cutesy looking 'bot could cause. They just looked at his and started to burst out laughing, believing they had an easy win on their side. They probably weren't even interested in the manufacture of his meido, which they wouldn't be able to identify anyway. He had acquired this chassis from some contacts in the military and practically rebuilt it from scratch just for chuckle nuts like these. Theirs was just a refurbished model, probably the punks old nanny bot or something, and looked to still be mostly made up of commercial parts. He shook his head and waited for the match to commence.

At the starting buzzer, the punks 'bot flew from the starting line and landed a solid kick to Mari's head, followed up by a quick shot to the torso, and sweeping the legs out from under her. John watched as Mari hit the ground, and just chuckled to himself. He knew what people liked to see in these rings, so he wasn't going to go for the quick victory he knew he could pull off. John ordered Mari to fight back, only to her barest of settings, seeking to cause minimal damage to her opponent while sustaining as much damage as possible without being taken out of commission. Mari bounced off the ground and punched at the opponents midsection, which was blocked easy and then followed by a counter kick to Mari's head. John just bid his time, waiting for some sort of dramatic damage to his 'bot. The punk and his friends just kept chuckling and high-fiving as their 'bot continued to land blow after blow on Mari denting her chassis in some places as it pranced around, dodged and blocked her return blows. After what seemed like forever, the kid looked like his excitement had worn off and he just grew bored at the apparent curb stomping he was putting on the opposing 'bot, he gave the order and his 'bot produced two blades from it's wrists and pounced on Mari, aiming for the torso, and more importantly, the killing blow. John just smiled to himself and gave the 'evade' order. This caused Mari to shift slightly as the blades plunged into her torso, ensuring the attacks missed her brain. She slumped into the blades in a dramatic fashion, and John gave the final order, just loud enough to be heard over the roaring crowd and so his opponents could hear it over their cheering at the apparent victory.

“Mari, final operation, activation code 'Za Beasto.'”

The effects were almost immediate. Mari's left hand came up and gripped the her opponents right arm. Her right arm came up into the elbow joint of her opponents and buckled the joint in single blow. Before the opposing 'bot could even react tot he crippling injury, Mari lashed out with a right straight, catching her opponents midsection and knocking her back. It's left arm stayed embedded in Mari as the joint ripped free of it's socket. Mari immediately leaped upon her fallen opponent and started ripping away at it's synthetic skin. The crowd roared it's approval of the twist in the fight, and the now much more brutal display. The meido tried stabbing up into Mari's torso with it's remaining wrist blade. The appendage was immediately captured and ripped off with an animalistic frenzy. The appendage bounced off the protective cage surrounding the ring. Mari then grabbed at the meido's neck and began pulling, letting out an appropriate roar as the head came off in snap of synthetic tendons and lubricant. The crowd roared again, but this fight still wasn't over. It was a death match, and neither 'bot could still put up a semblance of a fight. Mari again ripped into the torso with a frenzy as the meido's legs twitched erratically beneath her. She ripped off the skin, tossed it across the ring, and immediately started in on the armored torso, peeling off each piece of armor. When she reached the artificial muscle that lay beneath the segmented armor, she set upon like a predator, tearing it free of it's resting place with her teeth and dropping it to the side.

John looked over to his opponents side of the ring, grinning as the punk panicked and tried to convince the official that the fight was over and that he would throw in the towel if he just stopped this. That wasn't how these fights operated though. This was a fight to the death, and there was only one way to kill a 'bot.

Finally Mari reached her prize, and ripped out the 'brain' of the meido with her mouth, and held it in her jaws for all the crowd to see. The kid's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. Mari's jaws clenched around the object, and the casing started cracking around her teeth. With the crowd roaring in approval and the punk wailing in anguish, the entire devise shattered in her mouth, ending the match. As the referee entered the ring to announce the victory, John just smiled to himself and thought about how much this particular win would bring him.
Oh yes, it was good to be king.