The referee:

The announcer:

***

Goomba: Ok, now this is going to be a fair fight, right?

Chargin' Chuck: Yeah... right...

Panser: I'm a talkin walkin' plant!

Goomba: On your mark, get set-

Wiggler: Wait! I'm still putting my shoes on!

Goomba: Ok, we'll wait.

Roy: Grr...

The next day...

Wiggler: Ready!

The audience has left by now. Roy, in his frustation, had killed the Goomba and would have killed Wiggler, but the door to the announcer's booth was locked.

Wiggler: Uh... um... go!

But the opponents are too exhausted to fight. Chargin' Chuck has fallen over. Panser is built so he can'r fall over. He sleeps standing up. But it doesn't matter, because Chuck fell on Panser.

Wiggler: And the winner is Chargin' Chuck! Too bad... I was hoping the match would take longer than my shoes.

Count Down: I don't think Roy will be calling on you again.

Wiggler: I guess not. But this was the worst battle write-up ever! At least it can't get any worse...

The winner:

The loser:

Now you have a choice:
You can go back and memorize the rest of the battles.
You can go back to the boxing arena, because I know you loved it so much!
Anyone who rats about the conditions here will be personally pounded by me! If you'd like a pounding, you can also go back to Lemmy's Land.