[Namur cracks his neck from side to side, sort of more pointedly in one direction- where more of the other fighters happened to be sitting around, ostensibly minding their own business- and smirks.]

Literal. Shitton. A'ight?

[He's not going to give specifics here, sheesh.]

Next fight's important too. Gonna have a hell of a lot more peeps bettin' on y' this time 'round. Smaller payouts for them, but yer cut comes from all a 'em so no more screwin' 'round, aye? All them boys golf clappin' for y' this time's puttin' creds on yer name as we speak. Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast. Fight better drunk or'm I gettin' y' water?