in a corner of the wsr locker bpt is sittin, with heidi on his lap. leaning forward speaking to j quietly... bpt: .....don't worry bout that. i'll wear him out. i won't even wait for him to tap out like a bitch, i'll just toss him straight up and over. what u should be concerned about is heidi's match. i can't have a prime piece gettin banged up.
j: but how..
bpt:
i don't care j!! you do what you have to do. else you'll be polishin titles and getting sodas for a long time. speaking of which. we're going to be busy for a while......going over her match. go get krazed somthing to drink. i imagine he's parched right now.
j:
