After dozens of battles, heavyweights Thor and The Master emerge triumphant through the fog of war. They are the cream of the mechanized crop. Awesome power against modular cunning. Smoke machines illuminate the battleground. Mighty Thor's engine revs. A wave of silence falls over this brainy, Monster Truck crowd. They are anticipating the metal carnage. Tension mounts. Techno music thumps. Thor and The Master. The Master and Thor. "It's the sound of combat," exclaims the ringside announcer.
The two robots begin their Tango of Death. Thor drives at The Master like the thunder god that is his namesake. The Master pivots, facing Thor head-on with its rotating saw. There's no love lost between these two.Thor goes crazy, pounding The Master like a pile driver. The two robots are tangled together. The Master's menacing saw stops rotating. Thor continues pounding, smashing it to shreds. Oh, the hammering.
The Master is smoking like a scared schoolgirl. The crowd drools, chanting, "Destroy it! Destroy it!"
But wait. The gladiators pause. Suddenly, smoke starts to pour from The Mighty Thor. Oil bleeds all over the concrete. The Master resurrects
itself. With its hidden power drill, it has punctured Thor's oil reserve! It's a pre-planned attack! Craftiness over violence! Thor comes to a slow halt in a cloud of billowing smoke and a pool of its own oil. Thor is vulnerable, like a new-born babe.
"Master! Master! Master!" chants the crowd.
