Mr. Blood: You know what an accomplishment is bitch? An accomplishment is spending nearly fifteen god-damned years in this fucking business, and winning gold in every single fucking company we were a part of. Accomplishment is coming in at fucking four in the god-damned afternoon to negotiate joining a company, and breaking three other teams to leave with the fucking titles less than five hours later. Accomplishment, is being the most successful, long-lived and consistently fucking Dominant tag teams in the history of this entire fucking industry. Meanwhile what have you done, besides shit your britches and get in the fucking way at craft services? Hell boy, you're as useless as fake tits on a dead hog.
Mr. Black: And twice as ugly
Mr. Blood: But tell you what, we're fighting champions, so, assuming that your dumb ass manages to convince either "Who the fuck am I this week" Smokey or Dave "Plain as fucking toast" Ryan to actually sign your pathetic, useless fucking self to a contract, we'll give you a chance to be outclassed just as that fucking redneck Punk was.
Mr. Black: C'mon and get yer ass whooped.