It could get interesting, what with all the languages and stuff:
The ring announcer speaks. “In the left corner, in the red-white-and-blue trunks, we have George W Bush, president of the Yooo-nited States of America, the Texas Slammer, the Man with the Plan, George W Bush!!”
Cheering and booing, flag waving.
“And in the right corner, in the green-black-and-white trunks, we have Saddam Hussein, president of the Islamic Republic of Iraq, the Ruler of Baghdad, the Terror of Kurdistan, Saddam Hussein!!”
Cheering and booing, flag waving.
“And in the far corner, in the red trunks, we have Kim Jong-Il, president for life of the Peoples’ Democratic Republic of Korea, the Great Architect of Juche, the Dear Leader, Kim Jong-Il!!”
Cheering and booing, flag waving.
“We’ve locked them together in the titanium-reinforced Cage of Doom for this top-rank International Grudge Match!!!”
Delirious cheering. Bookies are frantically taking bets in the audience.
"The referees have explained the rules to the contestants, but we’ll repeat them for our international viewing audience. Each contenstant must taunt the others. Every nuance of their native tongues is allowed. And remember…
The last one standing wins!
So…
Let’s get ready…
to…
RUUUMMMBBLEEEEEEE!!!"
Delirious cheering and hooting of boat horns and chanting. Flags and caps fill the air; then the hall grows silent.
The referees release the contestants.
George W Bush: “Saddam, you’re lower than a snake’s belly.”
Saddam Hussein: “*Buŝaĉo, vi estas kulpe kiel bastonfrapita hundo!"
Kim Jong-Il: "Bush, ton esprit a posé un lapin à ton corps.”
All three contestants stop and stare at each other. An awkward silence ensues. The audience grows restless.
Bush tries again: “Kim, you’re nuttier than a fruitcake.”
The other two contestants simply stand there with puzzled looks on their faces. All three contestants look around uneasily. It is clear that no-one has understood anyone.
Suddenly the cage shakes as something hits it. Someone in the audience has thrown half a hotdog at the contenstants. Amid screams of, “We wanted a fight, you losers!” the air fills with packaging and half-eaten food. Elite presidential guards from three nations rush the stage as the thudding of helicopters becaomes audible over the noise of the crowd…
[sub]In the interest of legibility, Esperanto has been suubstituted for Arabic**
In the interest of legibility, very bad Franch has been substituted for Korean*
***Mostly because I don’t know Arabic or Korean.[/sub]