How we think the fight will go

Target acquired…human…threat

That is all the T-800 needs to know. Levelling its shotgun at the huge man before him, the cyborg pulls the trigger, letting double-barrels of buckshot tear through the giant’s blue-painted flesh.

Target…eliminated

As the robot moves towards the exit of the stadium, continuing its search for John Connor, it doesn’t even pause to look at the human lying on the ground. So it is a shock when the T-800 suddenly feels a searing blow across his back, his leather jacket doing nothing to protect him.

Stumbling forward, the T-800 quickly spins to see the blue man standing, no apparent wounds on his body.

Target acquired…human…threat his processor repeated.

Calmly, the robot opens the breach of his sawed-off and lets the empty shells fall to the ground. Taking two more, he loads the chambers, snaps the gun shut, and blasts again.

The shot hits the blue man directly in the the face and chest, enough to throw him back…but not knock him over.

Target…elim–…acquired…human…threat

The granules of buckshot seem to leak out of the giant, falling to the ground in little “clinks” on the hard stone ground.

This is something the T-800 had not encountered—something Skynet had not accounted for in its programming. Still…

He drops the shotgun and reaches over his shoulder, revealing an MGL grenade launcher. He begins rapidly firing grenade after grenade at the beast in front of him.

Each round explodes into the man’s blue chest, staggering him like a strong punch, but does nothing to cause his body to explode in the way the T-800 knew it should. Empty of its six grenades, the robot drops the now-useless weapon next to the shotgun.

Target…acquired…unknown…threat

The T-800 is starting to get annoyed at its processor, but that’s short-lived, because the blue man is upon him, a massive ax swinging a deadly arc towards the robot’s neck. The sick “crunch!” of metal on metal—the fountain of blood that explodes from the T-800’s organic body—create a strange contrast. The blue man growls when the robot doesn’t seem much fazed by what should have been a devastating blow and, rearing back, prepares to end this fight.

Tar…acqui…unkno…

The ax comes crashing down, but the T-800 puts his arm up to block. The blade shears through the arm—hyperalloy combat chassis or no—and bites deep into the robot’s chest.

The T-800 gurgles, its processor on the fritz. The blue man is unmerciful, though, and even as the robot pulls out a .44 Magnum from inside its coat and begins firing point-blank into the giant, the ax is above his head.

In a moment it is over…the ax cleaving through the cyborg’s head and ending any chance of recovery.

The blue man grunts, turning around to see woman that was at once beautiful and terrifying to look at.

“Excellent, Fenris,” she purrs. “Come—Bethod requires you once more. Its time to punish the Bloody-Nine.”

In a flash, the sorceress Caurib transports the herself and Fenris away from Cage Match Stadium, the blue giant champion once again.

Except, in the future, a T-1000 discovers the wreck of this T-800, and reviewing the records of this fight, realizes a glitch in the processor needs to be upgraded to include new data…

Predicted Winner: Fenris the Feared (until a Terminator designed to destroy him is created and sent back to this Cage Match, that is)