A slender man with short black hair and a nervous disposition followed by two men carting a large stainless steel box step up to the barbed gate of a large one story warehouse. He enters the gate and walks around to the back to a door guarded by two tall dark men in suits. One of them looks down to a clipboard in his hands. "Name?" "M-Mathew Rook..." After a painful silence, the man scratches something with a coarse pencil and pats Mathew down before ushering him inside. Inside, there are two elevators. A man inside takes Mathew to one, while another takes the men with the box to the other. The lift man closes the metal gate to the elevator and presses the down arrow on the rust covered control panel. There's a heavy jolt, and they quickly descend. A thumping shakes the elevator, and it gets louder and louder as they descend. The elevator stops in a smelly room full of a variety of people. The rumble of the audience can be heard through the solid metal and concrete between the arena and the waiting area. Another man steps up and takes Mathews name. "Ah, Mathew Rook. You're not on for a while. Just sit tight and try to enjoy the show." He surveys the room. Everyone seems to be moving around. Two men cart out another large stainless steel box and open the hatch. They take the pieces of the contestants suit and fix them into a large machine at the end of the room. After all the pieces have been arranged, they cart the box away, and a bald man with large muscles steps into the machine. It fastens and fixes all of the parts onto him, and locks them together. Once he's suited up, he steps out and moves around, checking to see if his men need to fix anything. He flashes them a thumbs up steps onto another elevator on the side of the room opposite to the one Matthew arrived in. A match was about to start. He looks up to one of the several large screens around the waiting room. Cameras stop panning around the audience or showing past footage, and focus on a man behind a counter. "AAAAND We're back! Is everyone ready to RUUUUMMMMBLLEEEEEE?!" Although cliche, it never fails to get the crowd going. Following the theme of "Robot Rumble", the name of the event, everything is rumble-this or rumble-that. It's kind of annoying but it helps spread the word. People tend to remember it, whether because it's simple or because it's so cliche it makes people groan whenever they think about it. "For the fourth round, we have a crowd favorite up against a rookie! Only having played two matches before this, he's got horrible luck with this matchmaking! On the right side I give you, HOME WRECKER!!" A few people cheer for the rookie as the shield goes down and the large titanium doors open. A shorter man with a business suit looking mech steps out and waves to the crowd. He has two sword hilts fastened to his back and something on his chest glows red and whirls in circles. He must be an energy type. "On the left side, the man who needs no introduction, you know him, you love him, THE COMPAAAAAACTOOOOOR!!!!" The crowd roars in cheer as the man you saw in the waiting room steps into the arena. He stares straight forward at his enemy without acknowledging the crowd. His mech is large and bulky. He's a brawling type. Mathew has seen his matches before. He specializes in grappling his opponents into submission. The event they're competing in is a straightforward fight. Five minutes per round, first one to take substantial damage to a part, gets KOd, or surrender loses. The Compactor is going to win. He's done this many times before. This rookie puts on a good show, and he's a skilled pilot, but he's nothing compared to The Compactor. RIP Home Wrecker. Mathew loses interest in the match, and decides to mingle with some other contestants watching the screen when the elevator door sounds.