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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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