If Eject had a mouth, he'd be smiling. Standing above the players' field with the thunderous applause from the crowd filling his audio receptors is exactly what he was built for! He flips the switch on his head-mounted camera and an image of the games below gluts the giant screen hanging above the arena. Soon images from overseas games join in and the audience roars. Eject manipulates their reactions like a grand orchestra as each play and subsequent replay garners a different chorus.
Even as the boisterous emotion from the crowds brings him to the brink of ecstacy, Eject can't help but feel a twinge of sorrow deep down in his Spark. The players - Maximals and Predacons from across the world - have been forced into the games. Games that more often than not encourage their players to fight to their death for the sole sake of answering the age-old and half-remembered disputes between the now ancient Autobots and Decepticons. If Eject was still the Autobot that he once was, he would be moved to intervene. But now, the sports are his addiction and there is no cure.