Brock: You think I give a damn how many of you worthless people there are? Just bring it on.
Mr. Blood: Boy each one of these soldiers has beaten more men that you have beaten off too. But no, to be afraid you would first have to be smart enough to understand just what the hell is going on around you, and as your poor overworked mother can attest, at least when her mouth isn't full, that is a level of intellect that you have never been close to.
Mr. Black: You come here with that creepy ass Doc?
Brock: Let me get this straight. You both want to keep on talking shit out of your mouths rather than fight. I guess you guys aren't Tag Team Championship material after all.
Mr. Blood: No boy, we want to sit back and watch as our gears here tear your ass limb from limb. Why the fuck do you think that all your failure makes you worth anything more than that? Hell you think we have won all the gold we have over the years by getting into it with every roided out homo with an inferiority complex that spits a dick out of his mouth long enough to talk shit?
Mr. Black: You aren't worth the time or effort.
Mr. Blood: especially when we aren't even getting paid for it, but the boys here? Well they can use the exercise.
Brock: Go on avoiding me. It's cool. I'll just beat your little henchmen and then I'll beat both of your asses. Hell, I'll even give you money for your medical bill.
*the Gears tighten ranks around Brock, cutting off retreat*
(OOC: See, here's where the problem with ICing a character that never discovers the plus side to running the hell away, I'm pretty sure that it is frowned upon to curbstomp someone in IC, and it's less believable that any 8 guys have an issue with just one man (also known as, the Nexus philosophy)