Robot Fighting Sports - Steeldriven - P. A. Nolte

1/ It's the turn of the century in the seedier part of a crime-ridden city.  Down a dark alley where the cobbles are worn slick is a stone arch set with a thick wooden door.  In front of it stands a small figure who, from behind, looks like any one of the nameless poor living among the Maschinnemen in the years since their arrival. There is an unreadable poster on the wall. From the other side of the door booms a metal voice.

Bouncer (OP): Password?

2/ Filling the bottom 3/4ths of the page is the poster. Now easily read.  On the left, a wiry man with thick muttonchops throws a victorious arm into the air.  He is somewhere between smiling relievedly and shouting boastfully.  On the right is what looks to be a steam engine given a rough humanoid shape.  It has no discernible emotions.  Under the two are a brief tag, the fighters' names, and other details common to promotional materials:  The Duel for The Docks!!! Heinrich Johannes vs. Locomotor!!!

Heinrich (OP): I dinnae ken.  I'm here ta fight the robit.