"Tu madre esta bien."

[Stu]

BECKETT: "Hey! Amigo! Yeah, you! What gives you leave to interfere in my business, chico?"

PANTARO: "You attacked Spencer Watts, unprovoked, again. You do not get to demand answers from me."

BB: "Don't give me that rot! Listen, mush, it's none of your business, see? I know Snow is finally drifting, and high time at his age, but that doesn't mean you get to court a new partner by being a thorn in my foot!"

PANTARO: "And just because Damion Black is backing you does not mean I will stand by while you push people around!"

BB: "Oh, you have yet to see pushing, mi amigo." ***shoves Pantaro hard at the shoulder***

"You should have gone back south where you belong. No need to go about masked down there, where no one knows you."

***Pantaro's eyes smolder for a moment, before he slowly turns his head to look away from Beckett, refusing to meet Beckett's eyes.***

BB: ***with a vicious smirk on his face*** "Tu madre esta bien."

***Pantaro's eyes go wide and in a flash he grabs Beckett by the lapels, lifts him off of his feet and slams him up against a wall.***

PANTARO: "YOU will not mention mi madre with that filthy mouth!"

BB: ***hands up defensively*** "Whoa, mush, easy. You clearly misunderstood what I said. Perhaps I said it wrong. ¿Escuché que tu madre todavía es buena?"

***Pantaro eases Beckett down to eye level while still pinning him against the wall, and then he leans in close to Beckett's face.***

PANTARO: "Face. Me. In the ring, coward."

BB: "Have a mint, love. Your breath smell of beans."

PANTARO: "Face me!"

BECKETT: ***Beckett holds up his hands*** “Alright, mate, alright! Settle down, there’s a good lad. No need to degenerate into physical brutality; this is merely a verbal exchange. Believe it or not, I do have some respect for you. I mean, I despise you personally, of course, but as a competitor I think you and I are on nearly equal terms. See here: how about you and me at Assault, hey? I’ll even put the title up, just for you.”

PANTARO: “I don’t care about your title-“

BECKETT: “Nonsense, I insist! I’ll even do you one better! I shall use my considerable influence as champion, which you so astutely pointed out, and get a special referee for our match, so you may be assured that I will not resort to any underhanded tactics that I have been unjustly accused of using in the past. I know! Spencer Watts! You know he’ll watch me like a hawk! That settles that! You see, Pantaro? I am a gentleman. I shall await you at Assault.”