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Rick ran his fingers through his pompadour as he waited for the music to stop. He wiped the grease onto his pants before tossing his microphone from one hand to the other. Then, as the music faded out, he spoke.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We've got a very special show planned for you tonight. I know a lot of you are ready for our main event, where our arena champion Lobsterella will defend her title from a mystery challenger with a grudge that a few of you may recognize from a while back…"

Rick paused to let the crowd react. Pausing to let the crowd react was almost as important as emphasizing enough words that it stretched the definition of "emphasizing." When the crowd started shouting their guesses as to the mystery challenger's identity less frequently, he spoke again.

"But first, I am proud to present our opening match! This fight will only end when one side is utterly annihilated and unable to continue. And that's not the only… ah… special thing about it."

Rick raised his hand, palm up, and gestured to one corner of the arena. "First, on my left… the sting from Beijing, the dictator over every pollinator…" Rick allowed his hand to drop and turned away, striking a pose with the microphone. "The Queen Bee!"

The Queen Bee, lit by several suddenly appearing spotlights, raised her fists over her head. She shook her hips, making the oversized, yellow and black striped bustle on her metal short skirt shake as well. Then, she spread her feet apart slightly, and allowed her stinger to protrude from the bustle, before retracting it and assuming her original pose.

Her owner, who went by the stage name of the Worker Bee, stood calmly by at a safe distance. For him, the work was over. The Queen Bee's decorative outer chassis struck the perfect balance between simple and showy. Her stylized, high contrast, permanent makeup had been applied flawlessly. And of course, her combat programming was devious and she had enough strength to punch holes in a truck. The Worker Bee earned his paychecks.

Rick snapped his fingers, pointed at the Queen Bee, and winked. The Queen bee shifted her weight from hip to hip and made a motion with one hand that would, on a human being whose hair was not a solid shell of metal in the shape of a somewhat abstract bob, fix her hair. This was the second of two non-combat routines in her memory.
[[Image:Sirbriggz.png|thumbnail|The Queen Bee]]
"And on my right! Four of the very finest combat gynoids to come out of the local arenas! Each of them a combat monstrosity in her own right, with many wins by knockout, dismemberment, and other more gory fates that I dare not discuss… all working together, in one corner."

Two of the combat monstrosities were repurposed sexbots, and were currently going through their limited repertoires of seductive gestures, occasionally running out and repeating one wiggle for wiggle. The third was a metallic maid, her boldly painted, happy, exaggerated feminine facial features staring off into the distance blankly from her smooth, chrome face. The final gynoid had been a nanny in her previous life, and had a realistic and expressive face attached to a stylized, sky blue body. Their owners slapped each others shoulders and pointed out various glaring weak points in the Queen Bee's design.

"Will the Queen Bee overcome the odds and squeeze an unlikely win from nowhere? Or will she be smashed, crushed, torn, and obliterated into her smallest parts, and go home in several boxes?"

The Queen Bee had this fight every week, each time with a different group of opponents.

"Once I am out of the arena, it's anyone's guess!"

Rick left the arena.

The Queen Bee immediately left her corner, her fists up and positioned to protect her face and body. She carefully made her way towards her opponents, who were moving across the floor of the arena in a fairly tight formation. A few seconds before it seemed she was actually in range to attack, the Queen Bee seemed to suddenly be in a different position, aiming a punch at the nannybot on her right.

It was a perfectly executed feint.

Her opponents swarmed onto her position, targeting her with a mass of flailing punches and kicks. However, long before they connected, the Queen bee shifted her weight, ducked, spun to her left, and drove her weighted, reinforced, sharpened, perfectly balanced foot into the stomach of the first sexbot.

The kick cleaved through the sexbot's dress, skin, outer muscles, and innards so cleanly that she seemed to not even be effected for a moment after the blow. Nevertheless, she was thrown to the floor,landing on her back with her arms and legs splayed. The sexbot opened her mouth, closed it slightly, and lay still.

While the crowd hooted and hammered on the plexiglass walls of the arena, the Queen Bee had other things to think about. Other than a brief note in her brain that one of her four opponents was no longer on her list of things to consider, she was focusing all of her processes on smoothly continuing her spin and deciding whether to retreat or press the attack.

As the Queen Bee finished her spin, the nannybot had plans of her own. She was not the strongest or the brightest model, but she was fast enough to catch a fleeing toddler intent on touching a hot stove. With a sudden lunge, the nannybot brought her fist down on the Queen bee's outstretched elbow.

Normally, the blow would have been easy to ignore. But the Queen Bee was not in a normal situation; She was standing on one leg, only remaining upright due to her carefully managed momentum. The Queen Bee rallied, but ultimately the maneuver that should have spun her back into a standing position spun her face first into the floor.

The team of three remaining gynoids did not have many things on their side, but they did have six hard, metal feet between them, which they used viciously on the prone Queen Bee as the Worker Bee screamed a rapidly changing list of evasive maneuvers into his headset. The maidbot got the crucial blow in — her calm, oversized smile contrasting with the solid kick to the back of the Queen Bee's head. There was a crunch as the Queen Bee's face was smashed against the floor again.

Even though she was able to somersault away from her attackers and spring to her feet a moment later, it was clear that something was wrong. As the three lesser gynoids circled around her, getting gradually closer, her grossly inaccurate attacks gave away her condition. Her sensors were damaged, rendering her unable to lay a hand on her opponents, even as her wide swings kept them away.

The stalemate was broken when the Queen Bee suddenly fell to the ground again. Her legs had been scissored out from under her by the first sexbot, who had been painstakingly using her legs to drag her utterly destroyed upper body across the arena floor for the entire match.

As if she wanted revenge for her fallen comrade, the second sexbot was quick to attack the weakened Queen Bee. She pounced, straddling her chest and raining punches down on her perfectly designed face. Her two allies soon followed, each of them grabbing one of the Queen Bee's ankles and pulling in opposite directions.

Shortly after the sexbot managed to cave in the Queen Bee's eye socket with a powerful blow, the Queen Bee's legs gave out. The nannybot and the maidbot fell to the ground, holding severed legs with an attached jagged section of the Queen Bee's lower torso. The Queen Bee's remaining eye widened fully as her dark lips contorted. Both motions gradually slowed as the Queen Bee's face froze into its final position.

The victorious gynoids rose to their feet, each holding her trophy. The sexbot giggled and pressed her lips to its cheek. The nannybot raised her prize over her head, giving a broad smile that was originally intended for a cooperative child. The maidbot simply idled in the crowd's adulation, eventually busying herself by removing specks of dirt from the open end of the leg.

Backstage, Rick attempted to shoo away an intern, before the intern broke protocol and nervously blurted out what had happened.

"...you mean I have to improvise? Shit."