Commentator 3: Hello, and welcome to the fourth instalment of The Tournament of Robots! Commentator 4 is still in a tantrum, and is, as far as I know, at his house, crying! So it's just me for this match. And can we please welcome our contestants: Cyb...
Commentator 4: (Interrupting) No, they aren't fighting tonight, and d'you know why?
Commentator 3: (Sarcastically) Because if they do, you'll have a tantrum and cry, like always?
Commentator 4: No, actually, because I got a deathmatch arranged between the two of us!
Commentator 3: So that's what you were doing in your girly fit.
Commentator 4: Shut the fuck up and get in the ring with me, bitch!
Commentator 3: Okay then...
Commentator 4: (Trying to be intimidating) Are ya scared, are ya!?
Commentator 3: No, not really.
Random Crowd Member 4: Uh...so are the real contestants gonna fight tonight?
Commentator 4: No. We are.
Random Crowd Member 4: (Disappointed) Oh, crap! I'm gonna get a refund from this ticket.
Commentator 3 and 4: (Together) No, pleae, pleaee, no, watch the match, we promise we'll fight good!
Random Crowd Member 4: Uh...if you get me a lobster platter.
Commentator 3: Uh...we'e not a posh restaraunt. We do hot dogs and peanuts.
Random Crowd Member 4: Get me a fucking lobster platter! (threatens to rip up his ticket)
Commentator 4: If you rip up the ticket, all you'll do is destroy any substantial legal evidence providing you with a disclaimer that you get to watch the match stated, not the match billed.
Random Crowd Memmber 4: (Not knowing what any of that meant) Uh..alright.
Commentator 4: That ought to shut him up. Now on with the match. (Looks up, and realises that he is pinned on the floor being pummelled by Commentator 3, and has been for the last 5 minutes while he argued.)
Commentator 3: Take that! And that! And that! And that! And...
Commentator 4: Yeah, we get the message.
Commentator 3: An amazing roundhouse punch from Commentator 3! (Doing the things as he says them) And a brilliant stamping boot to the head!
Commentator 4: And now, he's letting go and crying in a corner!
Commentator 3: No I'm not.
Commentator 4: You have to. It's in the commentary now!
(Commentator 3 cries in the corner. Commentator 4 comes over to finish him.)
Commentator 3: But now...
Commentator 4: (Interrupting) Commentator 3 decides to stop talking for the entire match!
(Commentator 3 has to stop talking, so can't commentate about himself winning)
Commentator 4: And now Commentator 3 decides to bash his head on the edge of the ring until his brains spill out and he dies! (Commentator 3 does that. Commentator 4 goes and gets a soda, then watches the action from the seats, and gets into a complex legal discussion with Random Crowd Member 4.)
Commentator 4: (Interrupting) No, they aren't fighting tonight, and d'you know why?
Commentator 3: (Sarcastically) Because if they do, you'll have a tantrum and cry, like always?
Commentator 4: No, actually, because I got a deathmatch arranged between the two of us!
Commentator 3: So that's what you were doing in your girly fit.
Commentator 4: Shut the fuck up and get in the ring with me, bitch!
Commentator 3: Okay then...
Commentator 4: (Trying to be intimidating) Are ya scared, are ya!?
Commentator 3: No, not really.
Random Crowd Member 4: Uh...so are the real contestants gonna fight tonight?
Commentator 4: No. We are.
Random Crowd Member 4: (Disappointed) Oh, crap! I'm gonna get a refund from this ticket.
Commentator 3 and 4: (Together) No, pleae, pleaee, no, watch the match, we promise we'll fight good!
Random Crowd Member 4: Uh...if you get me a lobster platter.
Commentator 3: Uh...we'e not a posh restaraunt. We do hot dogs and peanuts.
Random Crowd Member 4: Get me a fucking lobster platter! (threatens to rip up his ticket)
Commentator 4: If you rip up the ticket, all you'll do is destroy any substantial legal evidence providing you with a disclaimer that you get to watch the match stated, not the match billed.
Random Crowd Memmber 4: (Not knowing what any of that meant) Uh..alright.
Commentator 4: That ought to shut him up. Now on with the match. (Looks up, and realises that he is pinned on the floor being pummelled by Commentator 3, and has been for the last 5 minutes while he argued.)
Commentator 3: Take that! And that! And that! And that! And...
Commentator 4: Yeah, we get the message.
Commentator 3: An amazing roundhouse punch from Commentator 3! (Doing the things as he says them) And a brilliant stamping boot to the head!
Commentator 4: And now, he's letting go and crying in a corner!
Commentator 3: No I'm not.
Commentator 4: You have to. It's in the commentary now!
(Commentator 3 cries in the corner. Commentator 4 comes over to finish him.)
Commentator 3: But now...
Commentator 4: (Interrupting) Commentator 3 decides to stop talking for the entire match!
(Commentator 3 has to stop talking, so can't commentate about himself winning)
Commentator 4: And now Commentator 3 decides to bash his head on the edge of the ring until his brains spill out and he dies! (Commentator 3 does that. Commentator 4 goes and gets a soda, then watches the action from the seats, and gets into a complex legal discussion with Random Crowd Member 4.)