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>"But why did you enter the Rumble? You probably could have gone after Holly with your record. It would have been a hell of a fight. And people seem to like *you*, at least... Tch."
"Moybe. Aww moy-bee dey juss haven't reah-loised Oi'm a dickhead yet, nyeh heh heh."
>[Two old friends are back at the beach bar, throwing back beers (or sipping a soda, since it's a cheat day), each with very different paths ahead of them.]
"Ba-soids, Hollso'll be roight. 'Parrently she's gunna face Noire numbah two. An' if ya remembah, Noire numbah one wen'on ta foight the Skellington after she beat... uh, nevah-moind. Oim' juss sayin', dis could chuck me up da laddah. Ba-soids again, dere's a lotta new cunts in dere. Oi'm ack-soited ta foight 'em. Youse've got a pretty fucken big match-a ya own, mate. Cobbles ain't no slouch, ya know. But unloik youse wiff me 'n Karnah, I ain't gunna tell ya ta take it oisy. Cobble's'll fuck youse up if ya let 'er."
>"I'm not taking her lightly -- and since when are you fucking with the Divine Angels? Shit, I wanted this match a month ago. I could have crushed her in front of her... fucking frankly adorable fiancé at the show you won at, if she just fucking took the hint and tried again. Or imagine if we finally tagged against them! 'Best Bants Machines' finally show up somewhere than some fucking Japanese warehouse. I just... why do people still think I'm the asshole I used to be?"
"Youse gotta watch ya fucken language, mate. Dere could be fucken kids neah-boy. Kels, Oi told ya, love. Summa dese kids need da bad goy to foight. And shit, dere ain't no bigger bad goy dan youse, yeah? Carm on, cunt. Ya fucken promo on her made ya da foinal fucken boss a dis place, dinnit? Not ta men-shun what ya did to Hollso. And oi, how long's it been since ya *weren't* the Bitch Blade? I know youse wanna be loved, Kels. But... Oi dunno. Oi love ya. You know a lotta us cunts do, in our own way. But ya ain't winnin' no Goodest Girl polls, mate."
