Cyborg Creature Wars

Aleks was not a man of many words, ever since the accident. 

Aleksandr Marchant was the name of the man, or well, cyborg. He was far from appreciative from the term; and he showed it with a razor sharp tongue and a temper twice as sharp. Aleks never blamed anyone for his accident, except for himself.

What was the accident that changed this so called man Aleksandr? 

A long story with a long history, but let's begin, shall we?

About 3 years ago, Aleks was a fan of Cyborg Wars, a rowdy event where two armored beings would fight till the other surrendered or died. It wasn't very gory to the humans in all honesty, the most someone saw was a robot ripping off another robot's head and resulting in a waste of scrap metal and tangled wires. Of course, pitching robots or sometimes even androids was a complete mislead of the name 'Cyborg Wars' but it was an interesting spectacle to watch, nonetheless. 

What made it so interesting to the point where it captured a large crowd of viewers were the robot or androids various weapons or powers. It was a slurry of advertised weapons and goods, an experimenting station for new types of robots and weapons, and an all-around competition altogether.

Hundreds of thousands watched evening games from various places, some went to the arena to watch it live, some watched it broadcasted; some even got special seats that were exclusively close to the ring; though not too many people bought those tickets as they were not for the cowardly with high death risks and prices equally tall.  The stage was open air, and the area itself was constructed like a domed stadium, allowing crowds to on look the event no matter where they sat. 

Aleks was a wayward 19 year old who had completed all courses the inhabitants of his city required by age 17. 

Ah, pardon me. The place this man, Aleksandr, lived in was a large 'city' known as USB, or Universal Serial Boondocks, one of the most slummiest and rowdiest regions for wayward graduates or those of the younger crowd; with humans and cyborgs populating the city alike. 

Moving on from that, of course. Aleks was a popular guy who lived his life well, working various side jobs and making a decent amount until one day he struck an unlucky streak. 

It had been his 20th birthday on September 1st, one of his high school friends, Kevin, sent him a ticket for a front row seat in the arena where Cyborg Wars took place. 

The night he went, disaster struck hard. The up front seats were packed as a competition between two rival androids was taking place.  A ponderous and bulky male android with a sculpted body and large, glove covered fists. As Aleks watched in awe as the male first entered, powerful electricity crackling from the gloves whenever the male clenched his fists. 

Another android entered the arena shortly after. The second android had a thin, sprite-like body with sharp blades that decorated her arms, though they were fully functional and far from decoration. Long, thin spire shaped objects protruded from her shoulder blades, and suddenly, the male struck and half the crowd roared in excitement. 

It was an amazing experience for Aleks himself, nearly gaping the entire show as he watched the male trade heavy handed blows and the female practically dancing along as she bounded and evaded his blows, occasionally darting in to score a nick. Though the battle ended shortly when the female received an unanticipated blow in a blind spot; a thread of electricity from a strike that had grazed her torso coursed through her body and causing her to dance madly as she malfunctioned.

From there on it got worse, after the short out her body was suddenly flung into the crowd by another blow thrown by the male android, and before anyone could stand up, it detonated.