The rain beat down upon the crowd. They didn't want to move, they were busy. Busy doing what? Watching.
The two gundams squared off in shining brilliance, even though their armor scratched and broken in parts. They stood, looking at each other, resting from the bouts that had just occurred.
The gundam, who's armor bore the color of black, was holding it's now rendered useless arm. The brawl was one of fists for these two metal titans, and each blow was harder than the last.
It's opponent was colored red and yellow, fists clenched, waiting for its time to strike again. It didn't move at all as it's black opponent moved back and forth, trying to predict the next attack.
"Come on then!" the pilot of the black gundam said, his voice lacking the confidence it had before, "What are you standing around for? Make up your mind and fight me!"
A voice from the other gundam could be heard very softly.
"Think... Think.. Think.."
Winnie the Pooh's gundam's arm crossed under his other, as it went to his head in a thinking pose.
"FINE!" the black pilot yelled, throwing his gundam into full gear, "HEAR I COME!"
The yellow and red gundam dodged the incoming fist easily, then turned to meet his opponent.
"Just a small smackerel!"
Yellow fist connected with the black gundam's head, sending it to the ground. It skidded as it fell, knocking into a building. Winnie the Pooh's gundam walked over to the helpless prone opponent, and lifted it's leg over his head.
"What are you going to do, huh?" the enemy pilot wheezed, "Kill me in cold blood? You want that on your conscience?"
The gundam's stayed where they were for a long minute. At long last, the intercom activated from the yellow and red gundam.
"Oh bother."
The gundam stepped down.