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	Guess it takes all kind of grieving, and she looks happy enough to have him as her widow.		Guess it takes all kind of grieving, and she looks happy enough to have him as her widow.
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	Let me tellya, ain't nothin' sadder than a newbie after his first scrap. Last week some punk came in here; you shoulda seen this putz, real blue-blood, nice clothes, parted hair, whole shebang. Anyway, he's got this nice-looking model, full synthskin, practically seamless. Step back two meters you'd swear she was the real deal. Twenty says he had 'er cuz no warm one'd touch him. Anyway, fight starts, she folds out a couple spike rams from her wrists. Gotta give the twerp credit, he had some idea what he was in for. 'Course he was up against ol' Massacre Marge, so...wasn't a long one.		Let me tellya, ain't nothin' sadder than a newbie after his first scrap. Last week some punk came in here; you shoulda seen this putz, real blue-blood, nice clothes, parted hair, whole shebang. Anyway, he's got this nice-looking model, full synthskin, practically seamless. Step back two meters you'd swear she was the real deal. Twenty says he had 'er cuz no warm one'd touch him. Anyway, fight starts, she folds out a couple spike rams from her wrists. Gotta give the twerp credit, he had some idea what he was in for. 'Course he was up against ol' Massacre Marge, so...wasn't a long one.

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	Anyway, slut-bot's almost as much of a wreck as the kid is, then she starts going into this death sequence thing. Pretty well programmed, though lord knows why they bothered. I try to tell the kid he can just reboot 'er, but he just howls like it's his wife on the ground there or somethin' and runs off with as much of the scrap as he can carry.		Anyway, slut-bot's almost as much of a wreck as the kid is, then she starts going into this death sequence thing. Pretty well programmed, though lord knows why they bothered. I try to tell the kid he can just reboot 'er, but he just howls like it's his wife on the ground there or somethin' and runs off with as much of the scrap as he can carry.

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	Cheering mixed with some boos		Cheering mixed with some boos
	[Gibbon] The fuck is this, they’re using hookerbots?		[Gibbon] The fuck is this, they’re using hookerbots?
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	[Referee]Ready, fight!		[Referee]Ready, fight!
	Cheering, a loud metallic impact		Cheering, a loud metallic impact

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	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.		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\|~~frame~~\|The Queen Bee]]		[[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."		"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."

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	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.		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\|frame\|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."		"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."

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2010-11-02T16:32:38Z

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	Let me ~~tellya~~, ain't nothin' sadder than a newbie after his first scrap. Last week some punk came in here; you shoulda seen this putz, real blue-blood, nice clothes, parted hair, whole shebang. Anyway, he's got this nice-looking model, full synthskin, practically seamless. Step back two meters you'd swear she was the real deal. Twenty says he had 'er cuz no warm one'd touch him. Anyway, fight starts, she folds out a couple spike rams from her wrists. Gotta give the twerp credit, he had some idea what he was in for. 'Course he was up against ol' Massacre Marge, so...wasn't a long one.		Let me tell ya, ain't nothin' sadder than a newbie after his first scrap. Last week some punk came in here; you shoulda seen this putz, real blue-blood, nice clothes, parted hair, whole shebang. Anyway, he's got this nice-looking model, full synthskin, practically seamless. Step back two meters you'd swear she was the real deal. Twenty says he had 'er cuz no warm one'd touch him. Anyway, fight starts, she folds out a couple spike rams from her wrists. Gotta give the twerp credit, he had some idea what he was in for. 'Course he was up against ol' Massacre Marge, so...wasn't a long one.

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	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.		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.		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.'”		“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 ~~imbedded~~ 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.		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.		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.
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	This little beauty is cobbled together from bits and pieces left over from those lovable defective copies of the standard love doll AI. Why was she scrapped? Trying an impromptu sex act with one of the rivet guns around the factory. The worker never did recover.		This little beauty is cobbled together from bits and pieces left over from those lovable defective copies of the standard love doll AI. Why was she scrapped? Trying an impromptu sex act with one of the rivet guns around the factory. The worker never did recover.

	She's had a bit of a ~~hardon~~ for me ever since she woke up and realized that she had an industrial strength magnetic pile driver in each arm, but for my sake this relationship has been strictly business, and the C4 simmering next to her processors is a nice reminder of that.		She's had a bit of a hard-on for me ever since she woke up and realized that she had an industrial strength magnetic pile driver in each arm, but for my sake this relationship has been strictly business, and the C4 simmering next to her processors is a nice reminder of that.

	I think it's about time I wrapped this up. She's been very impatient since she found out about her near cult fanbase. Apparently she's got something special planned for tonight. I do hope the other robot isn't expensive, and that none of the audience are particularly squeamish. She can get rather vulgar when she's working.		I think it's about time I wrapped this up. She's been very impatient since she found out about her near cult fanbase. Apparently she's got something special planned for tonight. I do hope the other robot isn't expensive, and that none of the audience are particularly squeamish. She can get rather vulgar when she's working.
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	"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!"		"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 ~~concievable~~ 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.		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?"		"And in the blue corner, the challeng- wait, what does chickenscratch say?"
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	Visibly disturbed by the manner in which the challenger appeared, the announcer nevertheless went on with the show.		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?!"		"A..Alright, whatever! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME ROBOT RUMBLIN'?!"

	The crowd roared its acknowledgment.		The crowd roared its acknowledgment.
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	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.		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 ~~dnted~~ and chipped chassis, she paused to analyze her systems.		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."		"Armor integrity 60 percent."