Budokai Preliminary Round - K414 VS Gaz Pacho

    Upgrade. Update. Upswole. K4 estimated a 49.5% increase in fighting ability since his loss to Delia, there was empirical evidence that the cyborg was the most powerful piece of tech in the Solar System, which felt... good. Warm and tingly. Even the most advanced tuffle droid-heads would have to admit his superiority if the true nature of 404K was ever revealed. This was unlikely as many had fallen for the necessarily androgynous metal skeleton and his antics, to the point that he was voted back into the Budokai. So here he was.

    "I AM GOD!" announced the droid as he vaulted into the stadium, crashing into his corner of the ring with minimal assistance from his heel-jets. "I AM MACHINE!" he rose two clenched fists, drawing lightning from the cloudless sky — the fans loved that shit, and so did he. He took in the applause, noticing however that his opponent had already outdid him in the marketing department. "I AM FOR HIRE!" he didn't care to disclose that he was contractually bound to Hibernal and Cheri, albeit as separate personas. He also had fallback schemes should either or both fail miserably in their goals. Their names were Azoth and Vocado. His heart beat for all four.

    About Gaz Pacho he knew very little. He had fans and merch, which was fantastic, because it meant the market was open to even a complete unknown. How well would fan favorite machine mutant mercenary and notorious show-off 404K fare in the shirt, scarf and body pillow industry? Lacking eyes, he rendered a whole set on his visor, winking. Every second needed to be relatable, epic or wholesome.