Practice had been hell as usual. But what else was there to do before a match. It was about eleven now, and I had only an hour until it was time for me to face this Shadow mech.

As the minutes ticked away I began to get an off feeling in my spark.. Like what Hook had earlier this morning. I make my way through the pits to my ready room to check the stats and how bots were betting. That's... when I knew something was truly wrong. All votes were in the newbie.. and in my room his name was not displayed in his side of the bored. This was bad... this only happened when.. they want to keep an opponent secret.. My spark sunk down to the lowest part of its chamber. This had never happened to me before but I had heard stories of it.

Those of us who managed to do.. well in the pits for a long period of time would occasionally be given... Blind battles. We would be given a fake name for who our opponent was, and often the stakes were higher than the somewhat honorary death of a Gladiator. Loss could mean slavery, torture, dismemberment.. anything really. This was done to show that no one was safe in the pits. Not even those of us who did well. The only bot to never lose a match and make his way out was Megatronus. I hoped that I could maybe make it out like he did... but it appeared that I would either die today.. or much worse would happen.

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It was time.. I would finally be finding out who my mystery opponent would be. Whose hands would ruin or end my life. I stared at the wall until I was given the green light to walk out into the arena. Femmes and mechs cheered as I exited but not as loud as they usually did. They were waiting on my opponent. I look around a bit breathing in the cold, musty Kaonian air. I suppose it was not going to be a bad day to die. If dying was what I would reiceve.

My spark was pounding. The mech in the pressbox was about to announce the mech I would be fighting today.

Everything went dark when I heard his name. It was all over.. I would not be dying today.. I would be losing my freedom.. to a scoundrel. A mech who could have any femme wrapped around his finger with only one word. A mech who had me wrapped around his finger when I was only 16 and he 22.

I stumble back a bit, and try to.. recuperate before looking to the mech. Tarn... I breath heavily as I look to him. Mechs and femmes alike went wild in the crowd. They wanted to see all the things he would do to me. This was not just going to be a fight... there was going to be nothing short of sexual tension. I did my best to hold in my shouts of anger as the announcer begins to read off what exactly would befall the loser of this fight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! In this special Gladiator match between Blueflame and Tarn... the loser will be given to the winner of this match for whatever purposed the winner chooses!" Shouts the announcer causing a huge uproar of cheers from the crowd. Cheers for Tarn that is..

Yes... this was in fact much much worse than dying could have ever been. A personal slave to Tarn. The things he would use me for.. the thought of it made me want to vomit. I had been on his bernth once before and it was not a place I ever wanted to go back to. But winning this match.. was not something I would be able to do.

I look up to Tarn a dark smirk on his face, and lust showing clearly in his scarlet eyes.

"Don't be afraid love... Once you are mine again.. ill be gentle.. well.. not too gentle" Tarn purrs causing an uproar from the femmes in the crowd. I shudder and force myself to keep a strong face. I might lose this battle... but I would NOT go down without a fight. I didn't give up. Tarn would not take me as easily as he thought he would.

"Tarn and Blueflame. This is a strictly non weapons fight! You will not. I repeat will not be finding any weapons around the pits as you would in a usual match. This match begins in three... two... one... FIGHT!"