After hearing many loud bangs, and more expletives than some sailors spew on the open seas, Oblivion exited his office to see what the fuss was about. He looked down over the balcony, where he saw ObliBot, standing solitary in the center of the warehouse, beating the hell out of a punching bag, as though his life depended on it. That was nothing out of the ordinary though, ObliBot had been putting in the hard work from day one. What was most surprising was that he had laid out the Gi's of his fallen brothers around him.

ScoBot, OneBot, WeiBot, they had always seemed so strong in the gym, had always pushed ObliBot around. Obli was always quiet, rolled with the punches. As his brothers punched him and shoved him around, he’d just grin and take it, never failing to get back up and ask for more. It wasn’t until the long training sessions after Oblivion’s stint in the slammer that things truly started getting real for ObliBot though. I don’t think he truly understood the full extent of this tournament, that if he faltered for one second, he was dead.

Oblivion made his way down to the training area, taking care to step over the Gi to be respectful, but all the while removing his jacket, and his shirt, exposing the red stained tank beneath it. He snuck up behind ObliBot, releasing a punch as hard as he could towards the back of his head, only to have Obli turn around and quickly parry it, causing Oblivion to stumble on his feet, coming very near to hitting his ass.

“Nice. Your reflexes are as good as ever it seems. I’m assuming you heard when my clothes fell, and assumed what was next?”

He was met with a grunt. ObliBot didn’t speak, not anymore. He was razor focused, unwilling to allow anything to step in his way.

“Let’s see how you deal with this then!”

Oblivion darted directly for ObliBot, going for a point blank shot to the face, only to be greeted with one of his own, hitting him square in the nose, hearing a large crunching sound, and Oblivion hit the floor in a sea of expletives, ObliBot standing over him ready to pounce.

“Enough! Enough! You’re ready. Two more fights to go. It’s all on you, bring glory home to Las Vegas, to the entire West Coast.”

Oblivion ran his hand across his face, wiping away the still flowing blood, and attempting to get to his feet. ObliBot offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet, and nodding his appreciation. Obli slowly made his way to the fallen Gi still lying on the floor, and gingerly folded them, placing them in his travel bag. He wouldn’t be leaving his brothers behind for this one. Once all three were safely secured, he disappeared into the locker room, coming out a few moments later fully dressed in his own, the blood caked on thick from his last grueling 9 round battle. Oblivion had offered multiple times to clean it, to make it fresh and new for the next round, but ObliBot refused.

With that, Oblivion and ObliBot made their way to the car waiting outside, ready to drive them to the location of the final four. It was time for ObliBot to bring home the victory.