Breaker
For some odd reason, you....wait for him to start strangling you? The audience seems confused as you sit there, casually waiting. Once you have indeed deduced that he's choking you, your vision blurring slightly and your throat aching badly, you bring your fist up and attempt to slam it downwards into the man's genitals.
[Success!] An awful noise serves as the punctuation to your knuckles meeting his manhood, and the big guy's face turns green as he barrels off you, howling! Some of the audience members laugh as he rolls around on the floor, seemingly vulnerable for the time being!
THE GRILL
You screech your mighty grill battle cry, hurtling forward like the fearsome piece of cookery you are! The woman regards you calmly as you approach, waiting with her newfound weapon. She's covered in scars, and you take it this isn't her first fight. Best to be careful around this one, maybe.
[Stalemate!] You hurtle into the scarred woman, tackling her to the floor and knocking her onto her back! Though you arms grapple for the tire iron, she twists and squirms to successfully keep it out of your reach. Raising it above her head, she brings it back down, slapping you across the face with it! You feel a bit of blood leaking from your mouth, but you've got the advantage, sort of, seeing as how she's more or less immobilized.
Buckets
You lower yourself into a brawling stance, ready for the strange man's next move. He doesn't look mad, or murderous, or much of anything. Doped up by the slavers, maybe? Whatever the case, his move does eventually come. The wiry man kicks off his back foot, his right arcing into the air, on a collision course with your gut!
[Failure!] His foot slams into your midsection, knocking the wind out of your lungs and sending you on your back. You struggle not to throw up from the surprisingly powerful blow, retching for a moment before coming to your sense. Curiously, he's not attacking you while you're down. He's standing above you, in the same fighting position, waiting for you to stand up.
Another showman, seemingly. No entertainment in kicking the life out of a downed man before the battle's really begun.