Bobbie Jay busts into the mens locker room, huffing and puffing. The only other person in there is newcomer Darren Smith...
Bobbie Jay: "Mutha' fucka'..."
Darren Smith: "What's up homie?"
Darren takes a swig of water, moping his forehead with a towel at the same time...
Bobbie Jay: "Fed up with racist mutha' fucka's... you?"
Darren Smith: "Wrestlin-.."
Bobbie Jay: "WHAT?"
BJ stares down at Darren.
Bobbie Jay: "YA'LL TELLIN ME YA'LL HAVIN' A MATCH T'NITE?"
BJ doesnt give Darren time too respond...
Bobbie Jay: "Come on homie... COME ON!!!... Get Bobbie Jay in involved man!"
BJ gives Darren a manly slap on the shoulder.
Bobbie Jay: "Help a brutha' out?... Come on man... HELP A MUTHA' FUCKIN' BRUTHA' OUT MUTHA' FUCKA'!!"
Darren stands up...
Darren Smith: "Calm yo'self foo'!..."
Darren shakes his head...
Darren Smith: "Match is already done dude..."
BJ frowns..
Bobbie Jay: "Oh... Did ya'll win?"
Darren Smith: "...Na"
BJ raises his hands to the heavens..
Bobbie Jay: "ONCE AGAIN... SOME MUTHA' FUCKA' IS HOLDIN THE BLACK MAN DOWN. FUCK YOU MUTHA' FUCKAAAAA'!!"
Smith raises a brow... and quietly walks away, leaving BJ too rant. Fuck!.... Fade too black.