Judge Clavnont burbles over to Rodimus, "You are Rodimus Prime, no?"

Judge Clavnont
        The refree for the combat sports in the Olympic games, Clavnont 
seems to be fairly sphere shaped, with a pair of small arms jutting from 
his hovering body. Only a full three feet in height, his yellow, black 
and white body floats around, making sure all participants abide fairly 
and do not cheat. He looks around with a pair of bright blue optics, 
scanning intensley. Though he looks fairly weak himself.. I doubt 
seriously you would want to 'argue' with him.

You say, "Err, yes, that'd be me."
Judge Clavnont says, "Ah yes.. we have you ready for the combat, hand to 
hand, yes."
Rodimus Prime sighs. "Great."
Judge Clavnont digs through his list, then burbles out, "Rodimus Prime 
and Motormaster, report to arena 2!"
Motormaster looks up, his attention perked upon hearing his name called. 
Stiffling a yawn after watching the current fights, he begins making his 
way towards the judge and the appropriate arena.
Arcee mutters to Rodimus Prime.
Arcee whispers ".... would it hurt that much to just withdraw..?"
Judge Clavnont says, "I am handling hand to hand only, apologizes. I 
have already called the match."
Judge Clavnont motions to ring 2, "If you will both enter, please?"
Motormaster has left.
Motormaster connects to the simulated combat system and prepares for the 
contest.
Sidearm glances curiously over to Rodimus.
From HTH 2 <h2> Motormaster takes a brief glance around the arena, 
striding arrogantly over to his corner. With his foot, he kicks the 
small weapons scattered about out of the ring.
Arcee glances toward the Arena, her optics narrowed slightly as she 
tries to figure out how this occured.
Judge Clavnont says, "Prime, Rodimus, you are coming now, right?""
Rodimus Prime gives Arcee a withering look and sighs heavily, trudging 
after the judge. "Yeah, I'm coming.."
Sidearm smiles. "Good luck, Rodimus."
Rodimus Prime hmphs.
Arcee follows after Rodimus to get a good look.
Deadeye laughs at Rodimus' discontent.
Arcee follows after Rodimus to find a good seat. She looks rather upset 
at all this.
From HTH 2 <h2> Judge Clavnont bobbles into the room to judge the 
combat.
From HTH 2 <h2> Motormaster pulls the sword from his back and rifle from 
his hip, sending both into subspace. Stretching his arms out before him, 
he gives each of his finger joints a loud pop.

You connect yourself to the simulated combat system and prepare for 
battle.
HTH 2 <h2>
        The inside of this arena is sparce. There are two walls near the 
middle of the arena to duck around and towards the far side in each 
'corner' are a series of minor weapons--mostly bo-staffs and daggers--to 
be used in lieu of any other weapons.
Contents: Judge Clavnont, Motormaster

Judge Clavnont says, "You both know the rules, no?"
Rodimus Prime glares harshly at Motormaster. "*I* do," he says, leaving 
the implication hanging in the air.
Motormaster's gaze falls onto Rodimus upon his entry, a few emotions 
briefly flickering over his face. He nods to the judge, keeping his gaze 
on Rodimus. "Hello, Roddy."
Judge Clavnont takes out a small coin and flips it skywards, "Then 
Prime, Rodimus, call it in the air.."
Rodimus Prime notably doesn't return the courtesy of a greeting. 
"Heads," he snaps sourly.
Judge Clavnont lets the coin fall.. it hits, spins and comes up.. heads.
Judge Clavnont says, "Prime starts.. begin combat.. now!"
Motormaster steps foward to his starting position, settling on a 
defensive posture as Rodimus wins the coin toss. Motioning Rodimus 
forward with his hands, Motormaster dgives a dark grin. "Been waiting 
for this moment for the past few weeks, haven't you, Roddy?"
Rodimus Prime says not a word, but the instant the coin flashes its 
verdict on the ground, he leaps into frightening motion, one piledriver 
fist already flying at Motormaster's face even as the judge calls the 
start.
You strike Motormaster with your punch.
Judge Clavnont bobbles around the ring, watching the participants.
Rodimus Prime clocks Motormaster in the jaw, spinning through the motion 
and landing in a defensive stance a few feet away, hands open to grab, 
his face a cold mask of anger.
Motormaster finds himself falling backwards after Rodimus' fist 
connects, not expecting such a quick attack. Pushing himself up from the 
ground, the grin slowly returns. "Guess that answers my question." 
Pushing off from the ground, he launches forward, his elbow aimed for 
Rodimus' face. "You can't be /that/ upset over me playing with your 
toys, can you?"
You evade Motormaster's smash attack.
Rodimus Prime ducks under the flying elbow, stepping in toward his 
opponent rather than away and swinging one arm up to catch the offending 
appendage, swiveling around to bring his other hand down in a chopping 
motion on Motormaster's arm. On an organic, the move could dislocate a 
shoulder. To a robot... well, hopefully it'll just be really painful.
Motormaster evades your punch attack.
Judge Clavnont bobbles over the attackers, scanning them for a moment, 
then burbles quietly.
Motormaster manages to pull away from Rodimus, recovering from his 
missed elbow, his arm twisting to deflect the fist. He spins quickly, a 
brief bit of disappointement evident at the lack of verbal countering 
from Rod. "Letting loose a little pent up, hostility, Roddy? You're 
Prime, you're not supposed to want revenge. Let it fester inside till it 
rots you from the inside out." Lunging forward, his right hand clenches 
and strikes out for Rodimus' chest.
You evade Motormaster's punch attack.
Rodimus Prime leaps backward, flinging his arms out wide for balance as 
he lands soldily just beyond Motormaster's range. "And maybe when 
everything I ever was has decayed to filth, I *might* be as low as you. 
Prime is a title," he snarls, dropping one shoulder and throwing himself 
at the Stunticon, attempting a full body-check, "not a restraining 
order--!"
Motormaster evades your blow attack.
Judge Clavnont bobbles around the two, keeping a constant scan as he 
flits about, burbling quietly.
Motormaster drops to his knees, ducking to the side as Rodimus charges. 
His expression brightens as Rodimus starts to let more of his anger 
show. "Good, you have a little more spirit than that self-righteous 
Optimus. I saw hope for you yet at Liberation Arch, perhaps your little 
Femme is enough to push you over the edge..." Spinning on one foot, he 
snaps out with an extended leg, trying to sweep Rodimus' legs out from 
under him.
Motormaster hits you with kick for 6 damage.
Endurance Level: 118
System Analysis: Nominal 
Rodimus Prime yelps startledly, finding himself unexpectedly on the 
ground. He manages to throw out one hand to keep his face from cracking 
against the floor, rolling off his shoulder and leaping back to his 
feet. He snaps his head around angrily, searching for Motormaster, and 
quickly re-orients himself. "You leave her out of it," he grates 
hoarsely.
Motormaster rises to his feet as Rodimus falls, chuckling faintly. 
"Leave her out of it? I think it's a little late for that, don't you? 
You know you've been waiting for payback for what I did, and here's your 
chance."
Rodimus Prime smirks, not in a friendly way. "You'd think you were happy 
for the chance for me to pummel your faceplate in. There's no Dark Side 
here to pull me to, you scum. The effort's wasted."
Rodimus Prime starts sidling around Motormaster in a slow circle, optics 
scanning sharply for an opening as he speaks.
Motormaster turns, keeping his optics locked on Rodimus and circling in 
place to remain face to face with him. "Dark side?" He chuckles, "I just 
enjoy seeing you pushed past that lame Autobot morality and honor you 
claim to have."
Rodimus Prime snaps, "Morals don't cover sitting back like a lump of 
slag and letting people keep hurting your friends!" He lunges, all 
pretense of strategy apparently lost, jabbing a spear hand at 
Motormaster's optics, but pulls back in a feint at the last possible 
moment, clasping his hands together and slamming them down in a double-
fisted blow at the Decepticon's side.
Motormaster evades your blow attack.
Motormaster's foot repulsors ignite as Rodimus lunges, propelling him 
upwards and out of harms way. Angling down to land behind him, Moto cuts 
the repulsors off several feet in the air to land heavily on his feet. 
Raising his right arm, he jumps forward to slam his elbow down at Rod's 
neck. "Hurt her?" He chuckles darkly. "I would call what I did far 
beyond merely hurting her."
You evade Motormaster's smash attack.
Judge Clavnont burbles around the two antagnoists, and burbles down 
quickly. He scans the contestants again, sending the results to Gycony, 
and flits back a bit.
Rodimus Prime catches the flicker of motion on his peripheral vision and 
spins around, driving the flat of one hand to block with a resounding 
*clang*. "What I did?" he snarls, his voice dropping into the 
Dangerously Quiet range. "You... have the GALL-- nyyrrragh!" he slams 
his free fist at Motormaster's gut, in easy range.
You strike Motormaster with your punch.
Motormaster stumbles backward with a loud oof, hunched over from the 
force of impact. His optics flicker darkly as he rises back to full 
height. "My little plan would have worked well with any Femme, but it 
was so much sweeter knowing she was yours." Moving towards Rodimus, he 
uses a quick lift of his foot repulsors as an added boost as he arches 
his knee, driving it towards Rod's chest.
You evade Motormaster's kick attack.
Rodimus Prime slips sideways, Motormaster's leg missing him by bare 
inches. "Yeah, that makes it my fault, all right," he growls. "That was 
always your problem. Thinking of people like property instead of 
people." He moves in close, dropping his guard momentarily to swing a 
vicious backhand at the side of Motormaster's head. "Guess that makes me 
hazardous cargo?"
You strike Motormaster with your punch.
Motormaster's head jerks roughly to the side before straightening out. 
"Not property, just objects to amuse me. Which Arcee accomplished rather 
well. How did she describe your behavior?" A slow grin spreads over his 
face. "Oh yes, infantile pestering." He laughs in amusement, at the same 
time slamming his palm forward at Rodimus' face.
Motormaster hits you with punch for 8 damage.
Endurance Level: 116
System Analysis: Nominal 
Judge Clavnont burbles, ignoring the internal warning within him calling 
the safeties off. He continues to float around the two contestants, 
scanning.
Rodimus Prime bellows, "That's a l--mmmrph" he staggers backward at the 
unexpected force of the blow, taking a few seconds to recover before he 
manages to regain his balance. "You lying lump of scrap," he snarls 
gutturally. "You think I'm going to believe.. that?"
Motormaster takes a few steps backwards in preparation as Rodimus 
recovers, still chuckling. "I suppose you'll just have to ask her, won't 
you?"
Rodimus Prime clenches his fists, stomping forward a few steps, the 
gears in his jaw grinding in protest. "I already know, you pompous 
bastard. You LYING, sadistic... FREAK!" He throws himself forward, 
slamming another spear hand at Motormaster's face, not drawing off a 
feint this time.
You strike Motormaster with your punch.
Motormaster staggers backwards, landing roughly against the ground from 
the force of the blow. Rising slowly to his feet, his optics flicker as 
a rage that is evident in Rodimus starts to overtake him as well. He 
mutters to Rodimus Prime, "... know... away... It's... fact that now... 
not... only... you... I... one..."  He pulls away, his smile twisting 
malaciously. Leaning his head back, he then lunges forward a step, 
slamming his head brutally towards Rodimus'.
You sense Motormaster staggers backwards, landing roughly against the 
ground from the force of the blow. Rising slowly to his feet, his optics 
flicker as a rage that is evident in Rodimus starts to overtake him as 
well. "I know what's really eating away at you. It's the fact that now 
you're not the only one to share a special link with Arcee, you know I 
share one too." He pulls away, his smile twisting malaciously. Leaning 
his head back, he then lunges forward a step, slamming his head brutally 
towards Rodimus'.
Motormaster hits you with smash for 9 damage.
Endurance Level: 107
System Analysis: Nominal 
Rodimus Prime sinks to one knee, dazed from the shock of that blow. He 
touches one hand to the side of his head, willing his vision to clear. 
"Like I need you to tell me that," he growls, lurching forward and 
swinging out an arm to clothesline Motormaster in the gut, trying to 
piledrive him backward with little if any finesse, just brute force.
Motormaster evades your blow attack.
Rodimus Prime stumbles, swinging around dazedly to locate his opponent, 
the shock slowly seeping out of his head.
Motormaster pushes off the ground with his repulsors, leaping backwards 
and off to the side in an attempt to avoid the clothesline, and manages 
to succeed as well. "This... this is why I decided to kidnap her in the 
first place. It's just so much fun to see how far you can be pushed, 
Roddy. To take that which you value and twist it. This makes life worth 
living." He charges forward as Rodimus stumbles, pulling his arm back to 
swing his elbow at Rodimus' already dazed head.
Motormaster hits you with smash for 8 damage.
Endurance Level: 101
System Analysis: Nominal 
Rodimus Prime whuffs and staggers sideways drunkenly for a moment before 
anger overtakes the confusion. "How far I can be pushed to WHAT?" he 
demands sourly. "I'm not violating any of my 'values' in trying to stop 
you from torturing innocent people." He takes a deep breath, glowering.
Motormaster says, "I'm more interested in the means you would use to go 
about stopping me. To see if you could be pushed far enough to try and 
snuff the life from me with your own two hands, in a fit of rage."
Rodimus Prime's face twists in a macabre smirk, curling his left hand in 
a tight ball as he advances again, letting his right arm trail to guard, 
searching for an opening. "Try me," he grates, flashing forward and 
letting his fist lead. He drops his hip at the last moment, however, 
snapping back his momentum to slam his right hand up in a vicious 
uppercut to the point of Motormaster's chin.
You strike Motormaster with your punch.
Cager looks about briefly, with a quizzical expression. It mutters to 
Judge Clavnont, "... ARE you..." 

Cager
Ummm... he looks kinda small and unassuming, but carries a big plasma 
rifle.

Cager watches the intense match closely for a while, trying to get the 
feel for it since the combat systems seem to be off line and immediately 
notes the hostility.
Motormaster is knocked back a short distance upon impact. Rising to his 
feet, the grimace of pain on his face shifts into a sadistic grin. "If 
you insist." He takes a few steps backwards, pulling a small cube out of 
a compartment on his hip with one hand while wiping a bit of energon 
from his face with the other. "I was saving this as a gift, something 
for you and Arcee to watch together." He chuckles darkly. "But now, I 
think I show it to you, to her, and to the rest of the universe 
watching." He turns briefly to glance out into the stands.
Cager hrms. "NO weapons!" He insists.
Rodimus Prime pauses, arms slightly away from his sides in an 
instinctive combat posture whether he's actually allowed to use the 
blasters on his arms or not.
Motormaster activates a small switch on the cube's side, a holorecording 
projecting out and filling the air before him. The image shows the 
interior of Motormaster's quarters, the timecoding dating the image just 
after Arcee's kidnapping. Motormaster advances towards a huddled Arcee, 
a threatening cat-o-nine-tails held in his hand. As she tries to defend 
herself, rather futilely, he lashes out at her several times, the barbed 
tips rending bits of her armor free. She manages to run briefly away, 
but he subdues her again. Tossing the whip aside, he then proceeds to 
remove a shock-prod. The electricity visibly courses over her armor, 
smoke rising from her form as she writhes in agony.
Cager shoots his eyes open wide. "What is this? This is not fighting, 
no? You are not fighting now?" He turns to the silent judge there and 
pokes at him, still puzzled at his silence.
Rodimus Prime unleashes a bellow of incoherent RAGE, lunging forward in 
almost a blurr of motion, hands, feet, whatever, it's too fast to tell, 
but SOMETHING ploughs into the Stunticon like a freight train.
You strike Motormaster with your crush.
Cager yipes and leaps back a bit.
Cager erks and bounces around a bit uncertainly, glancing briefly at his 
comrade.
Motormaster slams fiercely into the ground beneath Rodimus, a loud groan 
of pain escaping from his lips. The holocube falls to the side, 
replaying the scene over and over again beside the heaped combatants.
Rodimus Prime SLAMS one hand down against Motormaster's shoulder, 
planting a knee in his chest and rearing his other fist back to pummel 
the Decepticon's face. His voice is barely recognizable, snarling almost 
like a wild animal, slamming his fist down again... and again... and 
again.
Cager shouts worriedly, "All right, this isn't the right fighting, no?? 
We stop now, yes??" Desperately, he starts jabbing at the controls on 
his data pad to summon guards.
Cager hesitantly tries to intervene as the fight seems to have 
digressed, then summons his guards as he nearly gets whacked away by the 
determined Autobot leader's motions.
Cager grrrowls to himself.
Rodimus Prime grabs Motormaster by the neck and slams the Stunticon's 
head back against the ground, brushing Cager off like he didn't even 
notice him.
Cager grrrowls again. "ALL RIGHT! WE ARE HAVING ENOUGH OF THIS. NO MORE 
FIGHTING! YOU ARE BOTH DONE NOW! YA!"
Motormaster squirms beneath Rodimus, struggling against the onslaught to 
strike back, though finding very few opportunities to. He groans loudly 
in pain, his armor fiercely dented by the rampage and energon running 
from numerous wounds.
Arcee connects to the simulated combat system and prepares for the 
contest.
Arcee walks into the area with a casual air.
Oddly enough, when you next look around, the Holo-Cube is nowhere to be 
found.....
Arcee runs in, yelling out, "RODIMUS! Stop it, NOW !! This is over, 
D@MNIT, it was just meant to be a game, not some way to take out a 
grudge!!"
Rodimus Prime bellows, "You don't -- TOUCH -- my... friends!" each word 
accentuated by another blow. "You don't touch her!"
It's simply not there.....
Cager erks again as Arcee finds her way in. "NO! YOU WILL GO NOW!" he 
bellows, rapidly losing control of the situation. He jabs at his comlink 
again and many guards start swarming in to remover the combatants.
Arcee glares at Cager, "You don't understand the STITUATION!" She moves 
in such a way as to try to tackle Rodimus from behind.
Rodimus Prime is finally pulled off Motormaster by about six hefty 
guards, struggling briefly against their grip before giving it up, 
glaring impotently at the downed Decepticon.
Cager motions sharply for his guards to take Rodimus out and away. "Now, 
you will leave, yes? Do you need to leave the planet, yes?"
Arcee is stopped by the guards and simply looks at Rodimus and 
Motormaster with a blank expression. She clenches her fists and turns 
her attention to Rodimus and starts to follow him out.
Rodimus Prime jerks away from the guards roughly. "I'm leaving," he 
mutters hoarsely, stalking out ahead of his escort of security people, 
leaving Motormaster on the ground.
Cager marches over to Motormaster too. "You will leave now too!" He 
snaps irritatedly as he motions to the rest of the guards.
Motormaster chuckles weakly, finding that about all he can do in his 
current state, his face and chest showered in fist-sized indentions. He 
looks up, noticing a pink haze next to the red and yellow haze. "Told 
you..."

You disconnect from the simulated combat system and wander back out of 
the arena.
Olympic Stadium
Contents: Lots of Spammy People
Obvious exits:
 West <W> leads to Monacus Highrise Hotel.
 South <S> leads to Last Chance Alley.
 East <E> leads to PGI Office Block.

From HTH 2 <h2> Arcee walks after Rodimus without a second look, 
hurrying in her step to get out of here.
Sideswipe cheers Rodimus!!
Rodimus Prime stalks out of the combat pit with a full security detail 
hovering anxiously around him.
Arcee disconnects from the simulated combat system and wanders back out 
of the arena.
Arcee has arrived.
Arcee walks into the area with a casual air.
Motormaster disconnects from the simulated combat system and wanders 
back out of the arena.
Motormaster has arrived.
Rodimus Prime's escort carefully blocks his view of Motormaster, trying 
to usher him out of the stadium.

Announcement: A judge's voice blares over the loudspeakers: "Entrants 513c and
937d, Rodimus Prime and Motormaster, have been disqualified from the tournament
for Unsportsmanlike Conduct. Judges, make the proper adjustments on your 
sheets. That is all."