Losers are sent to be processed

Maybe I will buy you after you're processed.

You've proven to the overseers that you're a true man and deserve freedom. As for your opponent, he will sent with the other losers to be processed. As they're standing in line naked, waiting for their turn to enter alone through the door, they don't know what's happening in the processing chamber, but their mind runs wild as they hear the constant moans and screams. From time to time, they see a worker emerging from the chamber, carrying sacks of cut hair and the cut ID Cards of the losers, who no longer have a need for them.