Bobby stops, mid pond, on a rock and on a dime. He opens the bag and looks around inside. He pulls out a leather smelting glove which is also lined with fishhooks. Bobby smiles.

Yo! I got a crazy fishing themed weapon in mine!

Bobby puts the glove on and hops over to the shore. He walks up to another wrestler there for the Crappie Cup, and just throws a haymaker at the guy. The hooks do their job, and while the guy screams in agony, Bobby's hand sticks to his skull, allowing him to transition into a Flat Iron!