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Shadow Mario: Somebody must know who this is, someone this strong doesn't come from nowhere. |
General Guy: He's got a head on his shoulders, but does he have muscles on his arms? |
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Larry: Will his desire for revenge power him to victory? Nah, he's still a loser... |
Bowser Jr: He's a brat and a twerp and he looks ugly with that bib. No chance. |
The announcer:
The referee:
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Fawful: Welcome to Fawful’s third and greatest announcing! Now with three times the Fawful and three times the FURY!
Roy: Just so you know, you gotta say Roy’s Sports Hall somewhere in there.
Fawful: Hall of sportness owned by Roy! With extra fury courtesy of Fawful!! Eeyahaha!
Larry: And mention me somewhere in there too!
Roy: No.
Larry: Owrf, my jaw!
Fawful: In the Red Corner that is hated so much for the memories of fury it brings-
Roy: Not THIS again.
Fawful: -is the blue guy that looks like red but is actually blue! The contradiction which wakes and calms the fury of Fawful like the waves of the sea hitting the shore and retreating! A red sea of blood spilled by my inevitable revenge!!! Eeyahaha!
Shadow Mario: …
Roy: Geez. But man, who IS this guy anyway? I’m serious now, people.
Fawful: And in the corner that is made of blue there is… no one!
Roy: Whaddya mean no one?!
Shadow Mario: …
Roy: Hmph, that wimp probably got cold feet and ain’t gonna show. How typical.
Larry: What wimp? Who’s the other fighter?
Roy: Y’know. Loser-guy.
Shadow Mario: …
Larry: What?
Roy: Y’know, dumpface.
Shadow Mario: !
Larry: Come on! Who’d you choose?
Roy: I don’t choose the fighters, idiot.
Larry: Ok, ok. But seriously, who is it?
Roy: Bowser Jr.
Larry: What?!
Roy: Yeah, I know. I’m doomed to be surrounded by losers, apparently.
Fawful: Except for me! Because I have fury!
Roy: Especially you, wimpsauce.
Larry: No, I mean-
Roy: I’m going to have to bring more electric chairs since more people who just beg to get zapped keep showing up.
Larry: No but Bowser Jr. is-
Roy: But seriously, if he doesn’t show when I get to 30 he’s so disqualified.
Larry: But he’s actually-
Roy: 30! Ok! Disqualified! Show’s over people. Shadow Mario wins. Go home!
Larry: But-
Roy: Yeah, that means you, blue doppleganger guy! Go away! … Though, seriously, who are you?
Larry: Listen to me!!! OWFH! My knee!
Roy: Quit interrupting me every other sentence, punchbag.
Shadow Mario: …
Fawful: The winner, blue guy, has left the building of sportiness and battles, with no fury manifested!
Roy: Well, looks like that’s it for today then.
Larry: Argh! Shadow Mario is actually Bowser Jr. in disguise! That’s why he didn’t show today!!!
Roy: WHAT?! Quit making up dumb stories. You guys are getting double the shocking for lying to me!
Larry: I’m not- BLAGIDIBLAGIDIBLAGADIBLAGIDIAAAG!!! End Transmission!
Fawful: Blagidi-
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