The king of the iron fist tournament is a yearly event that almost on planet earth is eager to watch as it featured massively-muscular men wrestle and punch each other as they fight for the glorious cash-prize. Just a few months before the wrestling championship would begin , thousands of eager young wrestlers sign up and train for this event. Not all of them were human, some were cyborgs and mutants with extraordinary powers that could defeat a strong male adult with just the snap of a finger. However one special volunteer stood out among all of them , he wasn't human nor a mutant; Quite in fact, he is a human sized robot with broad red arms , yellow body and bright blue eyes. He wasn't jack-7 , if that's what your wondering...

The small mech stood in line between two sweaty muscular wrestlers as they waited for their turn in a Que, when his com turned on and a rather commando like voice spoke.

"Roadhandler are you inside" Asked the voice.

Roadhandler , the small mech's designation replied. "Affirmative, Optimus in the Que for the auditiom."

"Very good , roadhandler now once in find and gain information of decepticon activity within this tournament. We don't know what they are up to." The prime replied.

"Willingly sir." Roadhandler acknowledged.

Soon enough it was his turn at the counter where the old-fashioned clerk looked up to him with a cigarette on her lip. "Fighting style?"

"Excuse me?" The red mech raised an eyebrow.

"Fighting style." The woman repeated firmly.

"Oh uum Professional Wrestling." Roadhandler replied.

The secretary took note of it and without looking up asked. "name?"

Roadhandler's vocalizers tightened with this statement , he didn't know if any cons were watching him right now but then again he is gonna be shown in front of the whole world and using a false name is stupid as the cons are probably watching him. So he gave in.

"Roadhandler."

"Thank you , now move along to the waiting room." The clerk said as she stamped a paper of him.

The red mech gave a nod and walked towards the big doors when it open as a blonde fairly muscular man in a boxing attire walked out , he gave the mech a slight smirk but said nothing as he walked on.

Roadhandler looked at him , dumbfounded he didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult . Shrugging it off , he walked forwards to the room. Anxious of what the coming months would hold.