Baseball Boy vs Morton

Baseball Boy vs Morton

**The Boxing Match-up**
The Red Corner Baseball Boy: Better than my brother? Definitely.	The Green Corner
The Yellow Corner	The Blue Corner Morton: Who needs an announcer when he's around?

The referee:

Amazing Flying Hammer Brother

The announcer:

***

Audience: POKEY!!! POKEY!!! POKEY!!!

Pokey: Hi.

Audience: YAY!!!

Kamek shoves Pokey away from the mic.

Kamek: Greetings sports fans!

Audience: ...

Pokey: Hi.

Audience: YAY!!!

Kamek: Hi.

Audience: ...

Pokey: *cough*

Audience: YAY!!!

Kamek: *cough cough HACK cough HACK cough*

Audience: ...

Kamek: Ooh, I give UP! There's just no pleasing you people.

Pokey: Hi.

Audience: YAY!!!

Pokey: Yes, I will announce tonight. In the Red Corner, Baseball Boy.

Baseball Boy: I've got the skill of an all-star, and the strength of a Zeus Guy. Bring it on!

Pokey: In the Blue Corner, Morton Koopa, Jr.

Morton: I am the great, terrific, awesome, incredible Morton Koopa, Jr., son of Bowser, ruler of Desert Land, emperor of Donut Plains, master-

Pokey: Hush.

Morton: K.

Roy: ... How'd he do that?!

Pokey: Larry, your analysis.

Larry: What? Oh, uh, who's fighting again?

Pokey: Boxing Box and-

Larry: Yeah, Boxing Boy. He'll win. Uh huh.

Pokey: Roy, the Tourist of the Week.

Roy: Any other announcer would insult Larry right about now.

Pokey: ... Roy, the Tourist of the Week.

Roy: Fine, fine, be boring. The Tourist of the Week is... go fig, it's Fungiman.

Fungiman: Thanks Lemmy!

Roy: Forget the thanks! Fungiman, you sent Lemmy so much stuff that I couldn't get on the computer! You'll pay for that!

Fungiman: Help Lemmy!

Roy: Not even Lemmy can help you now that you're in, The Twilight Zone! ... Er, I mean, my Sports Hall.

Pokey: Amazing, start the battle.

Amazing: I bet you can't say my whole name at once.

Pokey: Agreed.

Amazing: ... Well, there was hardly anything amazing about that, but this battle will be! Ok guys, as incredibly fun as it may be to cheat, don't do it, alright? Ready? Fight!

Baseball Boy: Fast Ball!

Morton: Why not a cur- Moom!

Baseball Boy: Strike one.

Pokey: Baseball Boy threw a ball deep into Morton's mouth.

Morton: Mmph mmph mmph!

Baseball Boy: Time to play offense. Home Run Swing!

SMACK!

Morton: MMPH!

SMACK!

Morton: MMPH!

SMACK!

Morton: PLOO!

SMACK!

Baseball Boy: Wooh... side retired.

Clong!

Amazing: I don't believe it! Morton wins!

Morton: That's right, correct, believe it or not, for I am the winner, the best, no time for losers, for I am the champion, and you're all losers, since I won, and i'm the best, number one...

Pokey: Morton spit out the baseball so hard, he knocked out Baseball Boy. He will be back next week. Goodbye.

Roy: Oh no you don't, not until I...

Fungiman: BlagadiblagadiblagadiblagadiAAG! End transmission!

The winner:

The loser:

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