<the RDCW locker room>
Joe Mama: What the hell were you thinking, man? If you hadn't said anything, we would've been able to take Snarf out!
Captain Sammitch: I wasn't thinking about that. I didn't think Grimm would pull something like that. I'm sorry, man!
JM: Dumb move, man. If you wanna be this big-time mover and shaker, you gotta be able to see all the angles! Now, we're not gonna be able to do anything about 'referee' Bastardo and the shit he's gonna pull!
PenWing: Unless you do something during his match... <pointing at Sammitch>
JM: <nodding> I see where this is going. I'll think about it, okay? <to Sammitch> I'm not happy about this, Sammitch. Not at all. But if we're gonna take down the Bastardos, we gotta be in this together.
CS: I understand. I'll be more careful with what I say next time.
Son of Mxy: You know how pissed Oakley's gonna be after that? You'd better watch your back out there, man.
CS: I know. Oakers isn't a pushover. Something bad could happen to me out there. Just remember what we all promised when we made this deal. If one of us is taken out of commission for whatever reason <nodding toward PenWing>, the rest of us are gonna have their back and pick up the slack until the job's done. We just gotta trust that Meeko knew what she was doing putting us all together.
JM: Gotcha. Almost match time, Sammitch.
CS: Right. <Grabbing his martial-arts staff and the hardcore belt> Let's do this.
