"Look at this! Another contestant enters the arena, and a fierce one at that!" Blares the loudspeaker as the suit of armor enters, stripped off weapons by the masculine bouncers and shoved into the arena, the door closing shit and the walls beg honing to crackle with high voltage. Bart approaches the suit, holding a bionic hand of steel out to it. "Names Bart Clayton, if the prick behind the speaker didn't give it away. But please, call me Clay."