Frewin: You're all wasting your breath, I'm the next RTE champion, and no one can do anything about it. No one. Anyone that tries risks a broken ankle. You mother fucks think I'm fuckin with you sons of bitches, you're more than welcome to try to test me. I'm taking that big gold belt at Fight Night though. No amount of cussin', yellin', arguing or attempting to rip everyone around you's character apart will change that, not to mention neither will any amount of vanity.
I was so close to being champion before, and now the time's almost hear once more. Then on the same night, we take the Vixxens' title as well, and put an inescapable stranglehold on this place. Not one soul, man or woman, can handle what comes with the name Frewin. Get out of the way or lose valuable career time going forward-that simple. There's a reason Israel chose us as far as what side to get behind.
Mrs. Frewin: Absolutely right, anyone thinking you can stop either of us is delusional, shortsighted, and simply stupidly arrogant. I've got this company's women's division by the neck, and I'm going to choke the fucking life out of it before it's all said and done. Then, I'm going to singlehandedly put it on my back when I callously crush the dream of that young girl AshAttack, ripping the title away from her. I am the future of RTE's Vixxens' division, and I'm taking us into the future.