(requested by @Izanagi_Kuno) 

The scene starts off with Sarge, John, and Caboose.

Sarge: Why hello, I'm Sarge from the recent story: The Siliver Eyed Armored Hero.

John: I am John Snow, former Scnhee... And yeah, from the recent story of The Silver Eyed Armored Hero.

Caboose: And I'm standing next to him.

Sarge: You know the worlds of professional sports has seen some very unsportsmanlike conduct recently, drug use is rampant, players' salaries are obscene.

John: You mean adrenaline?

Sarge: That or some energy drinks.

Caboose: And tennis is still boring.

Sarge: That's why the world needs a new form of athletic entertainment, one that is not only fun and exciting, but appropriate for adults and children.

Caboose: And inappropriate for everyone else.

John: And that is, Sarge?

Sarge: Of course I'm talking about the sport that's sweeping the nation, the sport known as Grifball! 

John: Oh boy, I hope is not dangerous. Last time I remember you build a killer robot of Mantis and start fighting against a freaking predator.

Sarge: Oh, not we're using robots, John. This time we're using gravity hammers and energy swords.

John: Interesting? So what this game about since we use that two types of weapons?

Caboose: It's fun because you get to use a hammer.

Sarge: And wholesome because you get to kill Grif with it.

Caboose: Over and over again!

Sarge: (chuckles) Exactly. But how do you play being hailed as the sport of the distant future? Well the rules are simple.

Caboose: Almost simple enough to understand!

John: Does Y/N know about this? And I curious, where did you get that Energy Sword, Sarge?

Sarge: (seen holding an Energy Sword) Oh this? I borrow from some guy who stole it from an dead alien.

Tucker (other room): WHO STOLEN MY ENERGY SWORD?!?!

John: ..... You steal it from Tucker's room, didn't you Sarge?

Sarge: Let's turn to our resident sports ecologists. Professor Simmons and Church.

Cut to the Grifball court with the music playing with Church and Simmons standing next to each other.

Simmons: Hi there! We here at the American Grifball League of America are constantly testing and refining the rules of Grifball.

Church: But the basic structure of the game is easy to understand. A bomb, known as the grifball, is placed at the center of an open court.

Simmons: At either end of the court is a goal. There are two teams; one red-

Church: And one good.

John: I am gonna say that Church will win this match.

Simmons: And each team must defend its goal from the ball carrier.

Church: And just who is this ball carrier? You guessed it!

Simmons: That guy!

Grif was seen holding the grifball.

Grif: Hey what the-how did I get here? And why am I holding this bomb?

John: Welp, this is going to be so good.

John went pull a camera and start recording the match, even brought popcorn.

Church: Any player that picks up the ball, red or blue, instantly becomes Grif.

Simmons: That makes the ball carrier easier to identify.

Grif: Yeahh, I'm famous, and good looking.

Church: And, easier to kill.

Grif: Yeah I-wait, what now?

A blue player with a hammer hits him, sending him flying.

Grif: OW!!! SUNOVABITCH!!!

John: Damn, homerun! I called it homegrif for that! Hahaha!

Church: Each player is equipped with a gravity hammer-

A blue player goes and picks up the grifball

Grif: Whoa! How did I get this bomb again? I gotta watch out for those hammers this time!

A red player with a hammer tries to kill Grif but is hit by a blue player.

Simmons: -and an energy sword.

A red player slices Grif.

Grif: Ah! God dammit!

John went called everyone to come to the stadium to watch of the match while he eating the popcorn.

A blue player hits the red player that killed Grif with a hammer, unintentionally hitting a downed Grif.

Church: To score, the ball carrier must drop the ball on his opponent's goal, ending the round. The team with the highest score after nine rounds, wins.

A blue player picks up the grifball and turns into Grif. Grif maneuvers around the court, avoiding red players before dropping the ball on the goal.

Grif: (maneuvering) I've got this! Be the ball! Be the ball! To the left! Now I'm gonna go right! Psyche! What- uh, spin move! Uh, okay that's more of a turn around. (Grif scores) Uh... score! Yes! Woo hoo! Awesome! Griftastic!

Church: And to make things a little more exciting, the ball explodes after every score.

Grif: (laughs) In your face non-Grifs! Wait, what was all that stuff about explo-

The bomb explodes, sending Grif flying and killing a nearby blue player and destroying a panel above.

Grif: Oh my god! My skin is on fire!

John: KEEP IT UP GRIF! AND DONT WORRY! YOUR ARMOR IS BEEN UPGRADE WITH FULL PROTECTION EXPLOSION! IT WONT SHREDED TO PIECES!

Back to Sarge and Caboose.

Sarge: So as you can see, Grifball is the ideal sport. It has all the elements of gamesmanship: Grif pain and suffering, Grif humiliation and defeat, and Grif multiple deaths.

Caboose: It's just like hockey, except with Grif and more teeth!

Sarge: Grifball, the sport of tomorrow is the sport of today. See ya on the court sports-lovers... and Grif-haters.

Caboose: (notices something on the ground) Hey, look sergeant! Someone left the ball here! Well I'll just casually pick this up-

Caboose picks up the ball and turns into Grif.

Grif: -and return it to the area of play.

It took Grif a moment to realize where he was after Sarge picked up a Gravity Hammer.

Grif: Oh crap.

Sarge then slams the hammer down and the screen cuts to black.

Sarge: (voice only) This is the best game since itself.

PSA ended.