Kuja watches with... politely-horrified interest. "They're using poison. I saw it, that was a Sleep spell, what..." He winces, at a particularly brutal tackle, surely that had to break bones-
"I've never seen a sport this violent. I've been to jousting tournaments that weren't this violent."
He watches with mouth slightly agape for a few moments longer. "Mojito, go get some popcorn."
"But boss-"
"Now, please!"