This isn't working old man

*camera focuses on Bade Warrett and Brooklyn Basher in the locker room*

Bade Warrett: "Look old man we've, well, I have a little problem that concerns our situation"

Brooklyn Basher: "Yes Mr. Warrett, what seems to be the matter?"

Bade Warrett: "Well old man, how can I put it tactfully? Erm.. YOU'RE RUBBISH!! I arrived here basically to earn some coin. I teamed up with you, putting our differences aside to form the British invasion and it looks like only one half of us is invading!"

*Bade Warrett pokes Brooklyn Basher in chest*

Bade Warrett: "The other half seems to be in the rear with the gear. Now how can I earn my Pound Notes when half the team is as capable at finishing matches off as a one legged frog in a hopping competition?"

Brooklyn Basher: "Hang on Mr Warrett that's a little unfair I'm an honest wrestler, I could've won by rule bending but that's not my style, you know that... I..."

Bade Warrett: "Just save it old man"

*Bade Warrett raises his hand as if he was stopping traffic*

Brooklyn Basher: "Consider the British Invasion defunct, finished. I'll go it alone like I intended in the first place. Heck, all those opponents you've lost to, I could've beaten all of them with one hand tied behind my back. Right that's that then".

*Bade Warrett walks away shaking his head a muttering to himself. And the camera flicks back to Brooklyn Basher*

Brooklyn Basher: "Mmm"

*Brooklyn Basher strokes his chin then a toothy grin spreads across his face,*

Brooklyn Basher: "You could win with one hand tied behind you back could you?"