Announcer belongs to demonica-kind
Walker belongs to hoples
Hygren belongs to quixoticoperator
Tybalt and Cole belong to parzifalsjudgment
Transcript under the Read More for the hearing-impaired.
Announcer:
HEEEY Fellas, dames, and everyone who is neither, both, or all of the above! Welcome back to TUMBLR RUMBLR! (Season two part two round two,) this is TOO SUSPENSEFUL, FOLKS! If you remember, last time you saw me, I was dangling over a crowd of angry Rumblr contestants, but DO NOT WORRY, I'm safe in my announcing booth, and we're back on track with our fights! Fortunately our two contestants are quite civil and understanding and have decided to "take the fight outside" so to speak. Literally. Well... er... I suppose it can't exactly be so to speak if it IS literal.... They're outside basically.
On one side, we have our European, time traveling, fight-fleeing, French fancy pants, Cole René! For those who missed last round, this astounding attorney used a clever method of dodging to slam the intimidating demon opponent, Xavier, into a cement pillar! And oh man, did her skull crack!
Cole: *distraught and in the distance* THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!
Announcer: And the amazing magical Veloxx got knocked out by a quick improvisational shoe!
Cole: That... Was not an accident... Whoops.
Announcer: But, don't get yourselves too hyped up because ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ARENA WE HAVE THE FANTASTICALLY INTIMIDATING HIT-AND-RUN HYGREN. This psychic caecilian put up one HELL of a fight against the water-shooting Soaker, breaking his weapon and winning the match!
Hygren: Actually, I'm not caecilian. That word refers to a sort of worm-like- [He's cut off by Announcer.]
Announcer: With these two quick-footed fighters, we've got a spectacle to see for sure!
LET'S GET READY TO RRRRRUMBLR!
ROUND 2! FIGHT!
Hygren: *Sighs, annoyed.* Who the hell is this guy?
Cole: *still distraught* Besides the announcer?
Hygren: I mean besides a huge dick.
Cole: I- I don't know…
Announcer: HEY YOU TWO, I SAID "GO!" Can you get to the fighting and the punching and the release of dimension breaking energy, please?
Hygren: …I suppose we must, if we want to save everyone's lives.
Cole: I'm only a lawyer!
Hygren: A lawyer with a cheerleader.
Walker: *In the distance* I BELIEVE IN YOU, COLE!
Cole: Ah- Thank you, Walker, I appreciate that! *Turning back to Hygren* Cheerleader or not I'm not meant for fighting!
Hygren: And yet you have powers that warp the time-space continuum. Powers that, if you use them properly, will be able to break apart this universe significantly and launch us into whatever's beyond, saving everyone's lives. And the lives of the people you care about.
Cole: Well, I think that-
Walker: *in the distance still* YOU CAN WIN FOR THE BOTH OF US!
Hygren: Walker may be fine, but think of the others. Of your friends Cocoa and Kitiara and of your companion Tybalt. I'm no fool, Cole. But to decline using your powers could be the equivalent of signing everyone's death sentence. And I'm not going to risk it.
Cole: …I understand… En guarde, I suppose!
Hygren: To knockout, then. May the best man win.
---They fight. Cut to announcer---
Announcer:
Would you LOOK AT THEM GO, folks! This is a level of energy I haven't seen since… well, the last Rumblr, actually, so I guess it would just have been a year ago.
(Tybalt barges in- the door slams open)
Announcer: Hey- what are you doing, you're not allowed in here-
Tybalt: What am I doing in here?! What is COLE doing down there!?
Announcer: Well, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Rude, he's a competitor, or don't you remember? We kind of need him if we want to get out of here. You DO want to get out of here, right?
Tybalt: I don't want him HURT. Cole needs to FORFEIT.
--Cut to Cole and Hygren--
Cole: Aaah! Can you PLEASE try not to damage my clothes, they- *he pauses, mid-sentence, hearing the commotion.* Is that Tybalt?
Hygren: Eyes on the prize, Mr. Rene- we have lives to save, and I will not be deterred by your reluctance. We have to do this together, even if I have to chase you down myself.
Cole: Right, right, Apologi- EEP! NOT THE FACE!
-- Cut back to announcer and Tybalt arguing---
Announcer: For the third time, NO, you cannot force him to forfeit! We JUST STARTED! And with those two fighting, they could very well generate enough power to crack the wall!
Tybalt: I. Said. No. This is not a risk we're going to take.
Announcer: Well sorry, Captain Cockblock, but you're not the competitor- If you want him to forfeit, HE has to be the one to say so.
Tybalt: Then I will GET HIM to.
--Tybalt heads down to the fight--
Tybalt: COLE!
Cole: Tybalt? What are you- HYGREN, TIME! TIME OUT!
-Hygren pauses, and approaches Tybalt.-
Hygren: Is there a problem?
Tybalt: Did you put him up to this? You are putting Cole's life in danger for-
Cole: *interrupting* TYBALT. *he pauses when Tybalt looks at him* Tybalt, it's fine. We agreed to this for the sake of the dimension- It's collapsing, as you very well know.
Hygren: I assure you- I had no intention of permanently hurting your….friend? *Hygren doesn't seem sure what Cole is to Tybalt.* But it is our duty to protect the citizens still trapped here.
Tybalt: ….I see. Well, it is in turn, my duty to prevent my charge here from being hurt, so I must insist that he forfeits. You will have to take my head before I allow you to continue this fight.
Hygren: …So it's like that, then. You're willing to let thousands die for the sake of one?
Tybalt: Wouldn't you?
Hygren: …I hope someday I would. Perhaps this can be the first step.
--Announcer runs down to the fight himself, interrupting--
Announcer: HEY HEY HEY, FELLAS! Not for nothing, but no one wants to see you stand around and flap your gums for an hour! We need to get crackin' on that cracking! Can we get back to the action, please?!
(Cole groans, tired and rather upset.)
Cole: You know what… maybe you're right. I'm not cut out for this. I'm tired, and I don't like having to dodge things coming at my head every ten seconds. Hygren, this is your win. I forfeit.
Announcer: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT, NO. No no no no nuh-uh, nope, uh-uh, NO CAN DO, French fry!
Tybalt: WHAT. But you JUST SAID-
Announcer: Y'know what, I say a lot of things. Dingle-dongle doodlemabob thingamajig knick-knack. That doesn't mean it means anything. Frenchie's temporal powers are one of the best weapons we're going to have to break the wall. So sorry, I can't let you do that.
Cole: But-!
Announcer: Hygren, we'll relocate you somewhere else, okay, OKAY, great!
(Tybalt can be heard shouting insults at announcer and his integrity and how he's going to make sure Announcer has to sleep with one eye open for continuing to put Cole in danger in the tournament and how this is SUCH BULLSHIT as Cole pulls him away.)
Announcer: Right okay, MOVING ON, That's a wrap let's GO ON TO THE NEXT MATCH LADIES AND GENTLEFOLK.
