Riptide

A little bell chimed as the door swung open, two bots entering the heated, greasy parlor- one thematically colored blue strode in with another to his side, arms crossed and shades down. The twosome stopped at the cleanest table around, picking up two menus left on the top. The blue one sighed.
"I'm feeling. . .this one." He pointed to a picture of a delicious-looking sandwich containing melted cheese on top and underneath the thick patty, shiny looking. The bot across him tsked.
"So you want an engine attack? That thing will clod your gears faster than the speed of a spinner."
"You always say that, End Game."
"Okay maybe, but can't you see how oily it is? I thought the picture was that shiny!"
"Then what do you propose?"
"Just get a number two. Still pretty big, but I'm sure you won't lose, like, twenty years off your life."
The blue one grumbled, "You're just saying that so I can't eat it. . ."
"I'm saying it because I care about you, Riptide." He smirked; Riptide knew he meant that.

After deciding what to eat, the two stood back up to order at the front. They were able to get everything up until the last item End Game ordered.
The cashier had informed them, "Oh I'm sorry, but we ran out of ice cream this morning."
Water started to drip from Riptide's head as End Game spoke. "Ah, that's alright then. I'll just take-"
Riptide suddenly slammed a fist down. "Liar! I could've sworn I saw someone earlier today walking with one from here!"
The cashier became confused, but wary. "Yeah? Because they got it before we ran out?"
"That's always the excuse, isn't it?"
End Game started rubbing his eyes. "No, Riptide, you don't have to do this. I'm fine without it-"
Riptide continued ranting. "He deserves only the greatest of things to offer! I know you have it somewhere!"
The Cashier was getting annoyed, but even more perplexed. "Dude! It's just ice cream! We'll probably have some tomorrow!"
The aggressive bot started climbing over the countertop as the water dripping from his head increased, forming into what looked like wave-like hair. He started pulling out a long, trident-like weapon. "There may not be a 'tomorrow' for you if you don't give him the ice cream-"
End Game gasped, quickly pulling back his angry boyfriend. "Riptide stop! I'm fine without it! We can just go to Hot Pizza instead!"
The Cashier suddenly perked up. "N-no wait! We, uh, might be able to trade out the ice cream order with something instead! Is that okay? Do you want anything? We'll make it free as an apology!"
Before End Game could say anything, Riptide answered, " Give him a pie."
". . .Right!"

"Riptide, I love your energy, but sometimes you don't have to back me up like that," End game commented. The couple were leaving the restaurant after having quite the nice lunch; End Game held a covered take-out of the rest of his pie.
Riptide crossed his arms as they walked down the sidewalk. "I had to, End Game. You're much too humble whenever people don't appreciate you."
". . .I don't think that's how it goes."
"You're so much better than them! You deserve more than that!"
"is all this coming from that contest a while ago? I didn't need to win those trophies-"
"Of course you did! Those judges don't know what they're doing! If I were one, I'd be smart enough to give you first place every time!"
"Is that because you love me?"
Riptide cleared his throat. ". . .Maybe a little."

By @Gubyub (linked to shop; Lore from freebie thread)

“From Tarzana, California, keep out! This water is not fine at all, it’s RIPTIDE!”

"When this Riptide takes over the BattleBox, no lifeguard can save you. Not even Hasselhoff. No Pam Anderson or Carmen Electra running in slow motion. Just you getting devoured by a murderous ocean. It's RIPTIDE!"

"From Tarzana, California, shore, he'll drag you to your doom, but there's no use fighting it so you might as well just go with the flow. It's RIPTIDE!"

"The water's not warm, the water's just scary. You don't need a plot when the ocean's your cemetery. Swimming parallel to the beach will still get you dead because if the water doesn't kill you, you'll get a hole in the head from RIPTIDE!"

"Going up against this team, captained by (name removed), chances are you're gonna scream "Ow, that freakin' hurts!". The fight will just be getting started and the next thing you know, he'll be standing over your bot's dead body screaming "LETS GOOO! LET'S GOOOO! AHHHHHH!!". Seriously, man, this dude is insane... anyway, give it up for RIPTIDE!"

"From Tarzana, California, stay out of the water against RIPTIDE!"

"There's plenty of reasons to stay away from the ocean, if we're keeping it real. Like a jellyfish, for instance. I mean, what the hell is that thing's deal? But deep in the sea, the water's had the most violent of notions to grab you and pull you down to the depths of the ocean. Give it up for RIPTIDE!"

"From Tarzana, California, (name removed) and the team will make you hurt and scream, it's RIPTIDE!"

"Most of the members on this team are part of Gen Z. But I'm totally cool, too. Here, check it out and see. A highkey stand for this bot fam. This thing definitely slaps. This weapon just hits different. It passes the vibe check. That's no cap. Call it a BattleBot, their drip ain't sus. See, I can relate to these teams. No, I'm just kidding. I Googled all this. I have no idea what it means. Give it up for RIPTIDE!"

"From Tarzana, California, unfortunately for you, there's no lifeguard in the BattleBox. Watch out for RIPTIDE!"

"He'll take you Under the Sea but you won't meet Flounder or Ariel. You're a Poor, Unfortunate Soul receiving an aquatic burial. Pain's Part of Your World if you make this Ocean King lose it. He's got gadgets and gizmos to tear your whatzit from your whozit. He's gonna kill... what that's word again? YOU! It's RIPTIDE!"

"From Tarzana, California, all the pool noodles in the world couldn't save you from RIPTIDE!"