| Fight # |
Opponent |
Starting Square |
Summary |
| 1 |
Commando: a beefy plowbot powered by 4 npc 64038s. Helluva torque.  |
Red |
Woohoo! my first fight and I was nervous as all HELL! I think I went to the restroom at least 5 times while waiting in line for the fight. Off we went into the arena and turned on, taking quite a while because we had to take the whole side panel off to do so. Eventually we got powered up. The box was locked, the lights were on and we fought! We took off out of our square like a bat out of hell. We made contact closer to his side of the arena and soon into the match and soon realized that to our dismay our arm was not working! Analysis after the match showed that both wires of our team delta switch were attached to negative. We also had no traction! We slid around the floor like a hockey puck but luckily we managed to stay on him. His plows were rather low and he accidently high centered himself a couple times but we were unable to take full advantage of this because we had nearly NO traction. Our wheels were 6 inch Colson Performas that we turned down to 5.5 inches on a lathe. It turns out the hub is rounded beneath the tread and we had less than 1/8th of an inch of tread on the ground which was blown clean off the wheel in the first few seconds of the fight. We spun a bit and got in a couple good hits and won by judge's decision. |
| 2 |
The Mobster: a fast robot powered by 12 volt zappy scooter motors and 4 wheel drive. Big steel spikes on the back and a partial wedge on the front.
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Red |
Woohoo! We made it through our first fight and we got into the ring. Badness! Half of the drivetrain was not responding! We had to postpone the match for a bit while we figured out what was wrong. It turned out that our jackshaft had become dislodged on the left side of the drivetrain. We patched it up and restarted our match. The match started and we both bolted out of our squares at full speed. At our first hit a good chunk of the left front lexan panel clean off, cracking it diagonally and scaring me. We circled around eachother and then I rammed him from behind and one of his spikes went through the right armor panel, narrowly missing our speed controller and buffer tank. Though this was the only match in which our arm actually functioned, Mobster proved too low to get underneath. Mobster got high centered twice, but we freed him both times. Late in the match, he high cetered himself on the ramp and I was about to go free him again but the ref told us to let him die and just go and dance. Won by KO. |
| 3 |
Psychotron: a very low wedge powered by wheelchair motors with small spikes on the side.
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Blue |
Once again, something went awry. I was getting no response from the robot at all. We postponed the match again and took it back to the pits. We determined it to be a dead receiver battery, so off I went frantically running through the pits looking for a fresh one. Eventually we found one and thanked the man that gave it to us and OFF WE WENT! We came back into the ring to discover, to my horror, that the right side was translating, but the left was not though I could see the wheel spinning. Dad went in and discovered a screw sticking out of the bottom (one that held the regulator in place) and he pounded it flat with a sledgehammer. We have determined that two things happened when he did that: the threaded nut inserts that held on the front panels were severly weakened and one of our ball valves on the pneumatics system was shut off, disabling our arm again. We managed to get underneath Psychotron a few times and if the arm was working we probably would have been able to flip him a few times and win the match, but we put up a good fight despite losing by judges decision 27-18. |