Mr. Blood: The fucking party boys? For fucks sake, I thought this St George was supposed to know shit. Boys, you ain't amounted to shit in IWA, and if we have something to say about it, or lets face it even if we don't, the best you can hope for here is to share a joint with sleepy before you get your bitch asses thrown in the fucking hospital. I mean for Christ's sake, have you two fucking dweebs even won a match that wasn't against your thirteen year old trailer park girlfriend?
Mr. Black: I Fucking Doubt it.
Mr. Blood: Which brings us right over to the ass-kiss twins. I don't know what church choir you boys slipped out of, and I'm damn sure that the only person who cares is one very lonely priest. What matters here is that you boys understand exactly what the fuck you are dealing with here. Because You boys don't have the balls to survive this industry, I can fucking see it just looking at you. To survive you gotta be a predator, and boys? All you are is fucking prey.
Mr. Black: Lily-white bitches.