Muffled rap music played in the alley as a blue man with metal hands sat in front of the camera.
"Sup, call me Oxob," he rested his arm on his knee. "That's what I go by these days. You might remember me from a movie you saw, but that's in the past now. These days you probably know me for, well, I'll just show you."
Oxob held a phone up to the camera. It played a video opening with him fighting someone with twin crossbows.
"Yeah, these. They're a nice way to spend the time; keep me feeling alive."
The video switched to him clashing with a scythe-wielder atop a building.
"I know some of these get broadcast so I bet you've seen 'em before."
An electrified punch sent his opponent off the side. Right as he vanished over the edge, Oxob grabbed his arm.
"Great for meeting people too."
Finally, the video transitioned to a third fight with a purple man battling with a shuriken on a string.
"The pay ain't anything like stuntman work, but I'm enjoying it a lot more. There's a thrill to not having a foamy pad underneath you at all times, y'know?"
The recording paused on a shot of the purple man decking Oxob across the face. Blood from his mouth froze above the cracked cement. The phone turned off and moved away from the lens, showing the real Oxob again.
"So yeah. I'm lookin' for more of that. Whole tournament sounds like a great way to do it. Maybe I'll even upgrade these puppies if I win." His fists closed and sparked with blue lightning. "And I hear Sludgey and Franky are talking about joining too. The more clan rep the better, I say. I just hope Frank knows what he's getting into…"
Oxob looked away, then back. "Well, that's about it from me." He reached for the camera.
"Later."
Tape end.