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Riding through your town with his head on fire
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My apologies for making you all wait for so long. All I can say in my defense was that life got in the way, and I thought the final round deserved not to be hastily thrown together.
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| Gabe, I believe I'm a man with sound business sense. I founded the World Little Girl Boxing Association on a solid guiding principle. | |
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| I'm proud to have been a part of your vision, Mr. Helmut. | |
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| I believed that people wanted to see grown men and little girls punching each other. In fact, I believed they would pay good money to see it. But, Gabe, there was one thing I couldn't have foreseen. | |
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| Well, Gabe, in the WLGBA's ten-year history, so far, none of the little girls have ever won a match. | |
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| That's incredible! Are you sure? | |
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| I've checked and re-checked the statistics, Gabe. No World Little Girl Boxing Association match has ever, in fact, been won by a little girl. That's why I've asked you here today, Gabe. | |
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| But what can I do about it? | |
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| Gabe, I need you to do something very important for me. You'll be getting in the ring in a couple of hours for tonight's WLGBA match. I need you to lose that match. | |
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| You want me to take a dive? I -- I don't know, Mr. Helmut. Why me? | |
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| Well, I figure it'll be the most believable if it's you. | |
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| Gabe, it seems that because of our one-sided record, the fans think our fights are boring and predictable. We need a big ratings boost, or pretty soon, we'll all be out of a job. So do you understand? | |
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| I understand, Mr. Helmut. I'll throw tonight's fight. You can count on me. | |
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| I knew I could, Gabe. Now go get ready. You're due at the pre-fight trash-talking in an hour. | |
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| Hey Joe, it's Gabe. Yeah, put me down for ten thousand against myself for tonight. Great. Thanks. | |
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At the pre-fight trash talk:
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| You're a joke, Billings. We both know you ain't got nothin'. You're going down like a two-bit whore. | |
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| You mean like your grandma? I knocked her silly last week, and now it's your turn. | |
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| Like hell. I'm gonna tuck you in for the big naptime, boy. | |
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| Bring it on, ya pantywaist! | |
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| That's IT! You're fucking dead, you little bitch. Nobody calls me a pantywaist. | |
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| But... you wear panties... around your waist.... | |
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--- The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!
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