"Never seen-"

"GAH! How the hell do you keep doing that, stranger? And why the bloody hell do you keep following me around?"

"... never seen a headlock stay so unbreakable. You sure didn't stop that relentless grapple, did you?"

"Yeah, another 5k in the bank. Hip-hip hooray."

"You don't sound pleased."

"How very perceptive! I'm not. Guzman gave it his all. He's better'n me. He deserved the win. I sleazed him with that grapple, simple as that."

"You don't get what you deserve, Mallory. You get what you negotiate."

"... who the hell are you?"

"Just a traveler. Please, call me Zucca. Zucca Xerfantes."

"A Spaniard. Joy. I'm guessin' you're some kind of talent agent? Flattered, but I'm not interested."

"Seeking talent, yes. And your hand to hand instincts will help, no doubt. But... there's something else I have in mind."

"... I'm not fuckin' ya', mate. Don't now, now will I ever swing that way."

"Hah! Nothing of the sort. Let me show you my ride. If you're not interested after that, then you can go on leading whatever life you wish with the warmest regards of a longtime wrestling fan."

"Well... guess that couldn't hurt. No funny stuff tho-whaaaat the hell is that...???"

"My ride. I call her 'Cryok'."