EndGame

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)

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"This bot's builder is one of the youngest in the bunch. He's so young he packs a brown bag lunch. He's new school, that is true, but he knows his bot will kill you... END GAME!"

"His bot is... my precious. You. Shall. Not. LAST! It's END GAME!"

"This young bot's matured so much it's time for its bot-mitsfa. Hava notkillyou, hava notkillyou, it's END GAME!"

"This Jack is here to slay some giants and he's ready to stalk you down. He's not looking for fame, but you'll remember his name. It's END GAME!"

"You've made it through all the levels and collected all the treasure. Now it's time to face the final boss. You're at the END GAME!"

"Straight from down under, his vertical spinner brings the thunder. You wouldn't want to get in a scrum with this young chum. It's END GAME!"

"These young guns from New Zealand will leave you squealing. Big time pain is what you'll be feeling. Hope you've brought your extra lives, because you're about to meet END GAME!"

"This bot is driven by cool guy who have it made in the shades. Wheeling and dealing, all the way from New Zealand. Now you kiwi, now you don't. It's END GAME!"

"This bot has more hits than Bon Jovi and you're going out in a blaze of gore-y. Shot through you parts 'cause you'll get maimed. You're getting played by END GAME!"

"It may be a kiwi, but it's about to go bananas. It swipes you on the left, it swipes you on the right, it peels you down the middle and.. ugh, it really bites. He roughed up Gruff, now you're going to get the same. It's END GAME!"

"Goonies, you're in for a rocky road. It'll cut you in Chunks, it'll beat you silly, then rock your world like One-Eyed Willy. It's victory dance is called the Truffle Scuffle. Heeeeey yoooou guuuuuys! It's END GAME!"

"Dang, these builders look fresh. These young hot-shots must get their sunglasses from Slay-Ban because their bot throws blows as hard as it throws shade. It's END GAME!"

"This match is over before it begins. R.I.P. you apart with its lethal spins. When it's all done, you'll take the walk of shame. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to END GAME!"

"This next bot was born in New Zealand like the great Russell Crowe, but tonight, he's an American gangster here to crush his foes. His engineers have a beautiful mind, they dream of torture and pain. Give the thumbs down and he'll kill the opponent. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? It's END GAME!"

"From Auckland, New Zealand, tick tock... tick tock... this battle's about to start. Time's up, it's END GAME!"

"From Auckland, New Zealand, the destructive spinner in its prime, about to commit a robot crime. It's safe to say you're out of time. It's END GAME!"

"According to ancient proverbs that are rich with wisdom, you can tell how good a bot is by listing their victims. This New Zealand team first jumped onto our radar when they buried Tombstone, inside his own graveyard. They impaled Will Bales and took out Perfect Phoenix, then beat Victor Soto - a bot building genius. New York was their next target as they KO'd Shatter!, then they beat Tantrum and continued to climb the ladder. Now they're in the finals, and the Giant Nut is at stake, after an entire season of leaving dead bots in their wake. Give it up for END GAME!"

"He comes from the land that kept Peter Jackson inspired. New Zealand's still there but this bot burned down the shire. There's no fellowship, no towers, no Frodo, no ring. We're fighting for a Nut and it's the return of the king... it's END GAME!"

"He comes from the land where the Zealand is New. He's traveled across ocean and he's coming for you. It's not the maid or Colonel Mustard, it doesn't matter what room. The only clue that you need is that his name spells your doom. It's END GAME!"

"You can't kill a bot who comes from New Zealand. You may eat a kiwi but you can never beat him. It's not Australian, it's Australian adjacent and if you face him, just forfeit. Let him kill your replacement. It's END GAME!"

"I was thinking, this team name has end at the beginning. Seems backwards but it kind of explains how they're winning. They're endearing but their opponents are endangered, that's for sure. Face them and there's an endless amount of pain to endure. if you endeavor to fight them, I can't endorse that thought 'cause End Game has ended every enemy they fought. Give it up for END GAME!"

"This thing is a slasher just like Halloween. This isn't a kid's game. This isn't Red Rover, it's the end of the line. Lights out! Game over. It's END GAME!"

"From Auckland, New Zealand, these Kiwis are ready to bring you the Fight of the Concords. It's END GAME!"

"Once upon a time in Hollywood, this team won the Giant Nut. Now, these natural born killers are in Sin City and they're kicking butt. They were death proof before winning battles from dusk till dawn, now it's the same story except they're dressed like the reservoir dogs. By the way, did you know that in New Zealand, they call Golden Bolt a royale with cheese? Pretty crazy, huh? Give it up for END GAME!"

"This team of dreamers made a serious off-season glow-up. Started dressing extra spiffy, while they made robots blow up. They're gonna hoist the Golden Bolt and watch it sparkle. Going from Suits to royalty, like Meghan Markle. It's END GAME!"

"They have a Monopoly on winning. Setting all kinds of records. If facing them's a Risk, this is chess, it ain't checkers. Sorry. You tried to climb the ladder, but now you're headed down the chute because being this game is a Trivial Pursuit. Give it up for END GAME"

"A kiwi is a fruit that is green, you see. It's healthy and sweet. It tastes great on acai. But this kiwi robot sees only blood red and sprinkles you with chia as it takes off your head. Give it up for END GAME!"

"Hailing from New Zealand, where the Hobbits call home. It's the mechanical magician, call him Gandalf the Crow, the reigning world champion, the head of the class. And if he's your matchup, YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS! The bot who calls the Giant Nut his precious. It's END GAME!"

"Put the controller down, son. This game's too violent for beginners, it's rated M for murderous. These winners eat Noobs for dinner. A perfect tool of Modern Warfare with Sonic speed, that's the scenario. It's game over when he pops you like, 'It's-a me, Mario.' Here to put you in a pine Xbox, it's END GAME!"

"This bot shares its name with a song by Taylor Swift, 'cause he'll publicly humiliate you if he gets miffed. He's got a long list of robots that he's beat and maimed. He's got a blank space, baby. And he'll write your name. Look what you made him do. It's END GAME!"

"They could fight for days on end, until you're at the end of your rope. Facing them is a dead-end, it won't end on a positive note. They've gone off the deep end, it's your end of days. So, please be guarded, 'cause you won't end their reign. It's endless, and it's just getting started. Give it up for END GAME!"

"From Auckland, New Zealand, former winners of the Giant Nut, Golden Bolt, and Best-Dressed Team Award, give it up for END GAME!"

"These vets are highly decorated. They've won all the accolades Their trophy case is so bright they gotta wear shades. Left Gary Gin and Free Shipping salting margaritas with their tears, Hoover Damned JackPot to hell when they busted its gears. Now they'll smoke SawBlaze, turn Jamison Go into Jamison Stop because winning's the name of the game and they'll end up on top. It's END GAME!"