You manage to get within range to hear the hoodlum-esque fighters' exchange, the taller guy with the comb in his hair and a cherry on top going off.
Cherry Robot: "Being real with you on the most honest of levels. This sort of thing is probably not cut out for you. Call uncle yeah? Let me collect the prize pool and we go home clean… few dents aside."
The small one's mumbling, a fumble of noises before vocalizing anything kind of comprehensible.
Pompador Robot: "Yeah?"
Cherry Robot: "Yeah."
Pompador robot: "…Yeah?
The attempt to keep cool falls like a wet napkin. You appreciate it.
Cherry Robot: "….I'm not joking, rule is you forfeit or fight goes on 'til you can't. I'm a man of the law and I gotta eat so think fast on this."
This is getting a little worrying, you internally start thinking of a way to intervene.