Orion hadn't needed to worry about what sort of matches were being fought and displayed, because despite the audience's enthusiastic responses, what was on the floor of the arena...

The two mechs, one a heavily armoured hover bike and the other possibly a construction vehicle of some sort, were locked in a most... curious sort of combat, every move performed as slowly as possible, whether it was the weapons themselves or the combatants moving. And, curiously, the audience, even the rougher sorry, wasn't displaying their roaring approval for the wounds inflicted, but rather the parries and smart avoidances.

At the opposite end of the arena, on the state podium, the overseer stood beneath the display of a clock counting down. When it reached zero, the overseer sharply lowered his arms and a klaxon blared out a long, slow tone that had the gladiators separating and trooping out.

The next two who came in were one of who Orion was here to see, his opponent sporting a tank altmode as well. But whereas Megatron was gleaming ivory and dashes of red, his treads contained on arms and legs, his opponent had them trailing from his shoulders and down his back and was matte black and blue.

Some might wonder if the selection had been from chance or due to aesthetics.