Shadmé: Psst, Pit!
Pit: Hmm? Oh, hi Shadmé!
Shadmé: I dare you to get the audience to call Dark Pit "Pittoo" as much as possible today!
Pit: Okay!
Dark Pit was pacing in a circle behind the curtain. "Dang it, where is Pit?" he grumbled. "The show can't start without him."
"Whew, sorry I'm late!" Pit gasped, running in with his camera. "Ready to start, Pittoo?"
"Don't call me that," Dark Pit replied. The camera started rolling, and he walked onto the stage, the audience slightly more numerous than before. "Welcome to the show. Dark Pit he-"
"Pittoo!"
The dark angel scanned the audience for the person that had used that nickname. Shrugging it off, he tried to continue his introduction. "Uh, I'm Dark Pit, and I'll be your host-"
"Pittoo!"
Dark Pit turned to face Pit. "What's going on?" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"I dunno, Pittoo!" Pit whispered back at his twin. Dark Pit narrowed his eyes at Pit, who was trying not to laugh.
"Pittoo!"
"Pittoo!"
"Pittooo..."
"Stop calling me that!" he yelled at the audience. There was a brief silence, and then he heard someone's voice again. "Pit-tooo-"
"Arrgh!" Dark Pit growled. "You guys are really driving me nuts, and I need to beat the crap out of something." He stormed off the stage and behind the curtain. There was an uneasy silence, and Pit didn't know what to film for the moment. Luckily, Dark Pit returned quickly, dragging Shadmé in one hand and two bows in the other. "Dark Pit, ahem, 'convinced' me to film while you two fight with your bows," Shadmé explained. "Why me?" muttered Pit as he took his bow and gave the camera to Shadmé. The crowd gasped as Dark Pit and Pit faced off.
"Uhh...ready set go!" Shadmé randomly shouted, and Dark Pit leapt at his lighter twin, separating the blades to make it easier for melee combat. Pit dashed backward and fired a few shots, but Dark Pit dodged them. "In the white corner we have Pit, angelic savior of Skyworld! In the black corner we have Dark Pit or Pittoo, a darker and very much different character!" Shadmé rambled, trying to make it sound interesting. "With Pitto on the offense and Pit on the defense, Pit will have to-" Dark Pit suddenly whipped around and dashed at Shadmé. "Don't call me that name!"
"Oh my Palutena!" Shadmé yelped as she dropped the camera and ran across the stage. It was quite a comical sight as the dark angel chased after her, Shadmé's cape flapping as she ran. "Good thing I always keep this with me!" Shadmé turned around and in the blink of an eye, pulled out a silver bow, separating it.
Dark Pit and Shadmé's bows clashed, but the people watching on TV could barely tell what was going on since the camera was on the floor. Pit, who was still on the other side of the stage, picked up the camera so the viewers could see the fight. "I dunno who I want to win so I'll root for both of you!" Pit called. "Go Shadmé! Go Pittoo!"
The dark angel bounced away from Shadmé and shot an arrow at Pit. It just barely scorched his tunic.
"Hey!" he protested, firing back at Dark Pit and dropping the camera again. Seizing the opportunity, the audience watched Shadmé gracefully leap behind Dark Pit and attack him with the blades. He retaliated, but being assaulted with melee from Shadmé and range from Pit was wearing him down. Shadmé noticed this and immediately flew back, clicking her blades back into a bow.
Aiming carefully as Dark Pit tried to defend himself against Pit, she shot him in a spot by his leg. "You used to be a show host, but then you took an arrow to the knee!" Pit crowed as the dark angel kneeled over. "Too bad the people on TV didn't see my awesome shot because SOMEONE dropped the camera," Shadmé sneered. "Whoops," Pit mumbled. He picked up the camera and dusted it off. "Hey look. The camera has its first war wound!" Pit said, showing a long scratch on the camera.
"Uh, okay. Great," Shadmé replied sarcastically. "Anyway, tune in next time- hopefully Pittoo here doesn't decide to go insane again!" She nudged the angel and he glared at her, one last act of defiance. "The name's Dark Pit, get it right!"