JBW: Justifiably Badass Wrestling

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Originally Posted by bearkg88

Divine: Oh what a clever double entendre. To bad you will never be nothing more than a loser who hovers around the middle man status

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Mr. Smyth: You watch your tongue, Divine. You're not funny and you're a mediocre talent at best. I would suggest you lay low and hope nobody notices you whilst you pick up a weekly pay cheque.

Shaz: Oi, Mr. Smyth you bellend. Hear me out. Whoever this Lindsey women is, tell her to stay the fuck out of my way.
You see, she's from Peckham. And I'm from Brixton. Brixton and Peckham had mad beef bruv, you get man? If she goes near me, I'll go Chris Brown mode on her. And that's a promise, fool.

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Originally Posted by Shaz11

Shaz: Oi, Mr. Smyth you bellend. Hear me out. Whoever this Lindsey women is, tell her to stay the fuck out of my way.
You see, she's from Peckham. And I'm from Brixton. Brixton and Peckham had mad beef bruv, you get man? If she goes near me, I'll go Chris Brown mode on her. And that's a promise, fool.

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Mr. Smyth: We're going to need the medical team in here - Shaz is having a stroke.

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Originally Posted by BennyTheBall

Mr. Smyth: You watch your tongue, Divine. You're not funny and you're a mediocre talent at best. I would suggest you lay low and hope nobody notices you whilst you pick up a weekly pay cheque.

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Divine: Mediocre talent?

*Divine looks at his championship, then looks at Smyths*

Divine: Which one of us actually wrestled to earn our title? Oh that's right, the Divine One

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Originally Posted by bearkg88

Divine: Mediocre talent?

*Divine looks at his championship, then looks at Smyths*

Divine: Which one of us actually wrestled to earn our title? Oh that's right, the Divine One

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Mr. Smyth: Why have a dog and bark yourself?

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Originally Posted by BennyTheBall

Mr. Smyth: We're going to need the medical team in here - Shaz is having a stroke.

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Shaz: You mad fam? You fuckin' dizzy blad? Don't go chatting shit to man. The medical team can clear up Lindsey's blood after I knock her out.

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Originally Posted by Shaz11

Shaz: You mad fam? You fuckin' dizzy blad? Don't go chatting shit to man. The medical team can clear up Lindsey's blood after I knock her out.

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Mr. Smyth stares blankly at Shaz.

Mr. Smyth:...I'll go for the Variety Bucket please, with a tango.

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Originally Posted by BennyTheBall

Mr. Smyth stares blankly at Shaz.

Mr. Smyth:...I'll go for the Variety Bucket please, with a tango.

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Shaz: Listen you four-eyed prick. Don't go all smart-ass with man yeah? I'll kick your nuts, and make sure it comes out of your nose, trust.

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Originally Posted by Shaz11

Shaz: Listen you four-eyed prick. Don't go all smart-ass with man yeah? I'll kick your nuts, and make sure it comes out of your nose, trust.

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Mr. Smyth talks slowly and loudly.

Mr. Smyth: Do...You...Speak...English? I want my bucket of chicken. I have a few friends to feed and we don't like waiting for no reason. Now please hurry up, otherwise I'm going to have to ask the manager for a new waitress.

Shaz: Actually Smyth, ya prick. Man ain't gonna lie- Lindsey is some peng ting fam. Give her my number. And after a few hours, I'll knock that crackhead out. I'm out, peace.