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Eerie: The only think eerie here is that he somehow managed to win last week. |
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Hot Foot: This guy's hot! Hot! Hot! |
The referee:

The announcer:
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***
Pokey: Hi.
Kamek: Oh, come on!
Roy: Shuddap! I told you to be quiet!
Kamek: But why?
Roy: I like Pokey's style better. Plus, Morton is going to be in the stands today, and I don't want him getting any ideas.
Pokey: Yeah.
Roy: Shh! Here he comes now!
Morton enters the Arena and takes his seat. There is no one anywhere near him.
Roy: Morton is costing me lots of business! Oh well, I'll take it from his allowance.
Hot Foot: Are we going to fight sometime today?
Eerie: Yeah, let's fight!
Pokey: Eerie vs Hot Foot.
Kamek: I'm not starting it!
Roy: Kamek!
Kamek: Nope.
Roy: Fine, fight!
Hot Foot: I'm ready for ya!
Eerie: No way!
Roy: Shh! No talking!
Mario: Woohoo!
Roy: QUIET!
Pokey: They are fighting. Hot Foot is-
Roy: I said quiet!
Kamek: This is going to be a loong night...
Pokey: Hot Foot is burning. Eerie is screaming silently. Now Roy is disqualifying Eerie for shouting anyway. Hot Foot wins.
Kamek: Hot Foot wins!
Morton: He did? I didn't hear anything! This stinks! This is terrible! I'm not coming back, and neither are any of the people I sent here, because this stadium stinks, is bad, and is also lousy, and that is why I will never be coming back, because if I did come back then I would be subject once again to the lousy conditions of this Arena, which are worse than the conditions of any other place, which is why I would much rather go there than here, since the conditions there will certainly be much less lousy than they are here as a result of the fact that I could not hear anything and hardly see anything either, which made the conditions here lousy.
Roy: ... Kamek! Pokey! You're fired!
Kamek: NO!
Pokey: Oh.
Roy: Grr, it will take me days to get this ringing out of my head! Hot Foot, choose an opponent, and be quiet about it!
Hot Foot: I'm gonna burn Crazee Daisee next week!
Roy: Ugh, fine.
Pokey: The e-
Roy: Get out!
Kamek: This is the last time I help him out...
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.