Over a few months Westwood fought in solitude. He rarely spoke to the company. Although there was little passion in his play he often racked up 4 mechs. His cold natured playing had earned him the nickname 'Iceman'. His gathering of fans increased too. Soon enough his nickname became his Solaris callsign. He'd even written it on his helmet.

Eventually Westwood had placed in the final. It would be held in the Steiner Coliseum. It was the one arena in which spectators could see the game with their own eyes rather than on a screen. Steiner's slogan for the coliseum was "The way it was supposed to be". Not many disagreed.

In the Coliseum, rather than all the mechs entering through one entrance, the mechs entered the arena through their own gateways. Just like in the Coliseums from over 3000 years ago, when the portcullis rose, it was game time.

"It's a beautiful day here at Steiner's Coliseum. The fans are really taking advantage of the open arena, crowding in to see their favourites fight their way to victory. We've got a record number of fans here watching this match, and even the number of those who are watching at home is at an all time too, so it should be one hell of a fight!" Fisher was right, the Coliseum was packed to the brim. Westwood wondered why the numbers were so high, but before he could piece anything together, the klaxon sounded and the portcullis rose. Showtime.

Westwood stormed out into the Coliseum and the applause became suddenly louder. He smiled and turned to face his first victim.

A bright pink Raven came under Westwood's crosshairs. The Raven turned to face Westwood too, and was visibly scared. The Raven let loose his small pulse lasers, but Westwood's larger pulse laser was far more effective. After several bursts from the laser and some SSRMs the Raven fell and the Klaxon sounded. Westwood didn't even pause for the explosion. He was one victory away from securing an assault mech to go get Millennium back with, so he needed to keep his cool for this match.

The crowd went wild as the Raven fell, but Westwood was undeterred by the weight on his shoulders. The next closest mech was a Wolfhound, circling another Wolfhound. The klaxon sounded as a mech fell across the other end of the Coliseum, but Westwood paid no notice. His attention was fully on the pair of Wolfhounds. Westwood waited until one of them was in flames and then he struck.

One of the Wolfhound's torso icon began to flash red. He fired the pulse laser as he stormed towards the duelling mechs. Thanks to his vastly improved accuracy his scored a critical hit. The injured Wolfhound fell and the crowd roared again. The Klaxon sounded as the mech exploded, right next to the other Wolfhound. It was blackened from the amount of hits it had taken. An easy next target for Westwood.

He fired his SSRMs and took out the Wolfhound. His third mech fell and was destroyed. The crowd unexpectedly fell silent. There was no voiceover from Duncan Fisher, but Westwood couldn't detect any other mechs, or even see any. He moved slowly and cautiously towards the centre of the Coliseum. No mechs in sight. He stopped at the centre of the Coliseum, beneath a large set of arches. The centre of the Coliseum had a pair of large arches facing each other. Westwood stood underneath one of them in case he was being watched. And sure enough, he was.

After thirty seconds of unbearable silence Westwood found his last opponent. The last mech strolled out and stopped underneath the opposite arch. As both mechs faced each other the tension was unbearable. Standing across the Coliseum was a squat jet black mech. It looked as if it carried a shell on its back, like a turtle. However it wasn't a turtle. It was a Puma.