"Darren, I'm the most relevant part of your life, ever at this point. I get you tapped me with the barbed wire golf cart, but buddy, you were supposed to put it on the bumper."

Bobby explains this nice and slow for Darren. The dimmest bulbs require the most subtlety of power to glow, really. Glow on as you continue to read, your education never ends; when you're done learning you're done.

"So, Darren, I want you to remember you gotta defend that title at Relentless."

Bobby smiles and begins to walk off.

"I'm not a dickhead, DD, I'm the biggest dick in XWF history, but the reason you're fucked ain't my phallic nature, it was your father's penis that oozed your lazy genome into someone. Ladies and gentlemen, behold the ugly slow fuck as result of an ugly slow fuck. Have fun, champ!"

Darren watches Bobby walk off and decides better to be safe than sorry and kicks out of nothing. No harm in practicing kick out techniques. He does this one with both legs like a frog. His shoulders come off the floor and he gives a quiet "hell yeah" in self appreciation.

Darren then realizes he's near the landscaping and maintenance room in XWF HQ so he pulls out and old skewl pull-start gas lawn mower and yanks the cord... but it's out of gas.

So Darren just starts beating the ever loving shit out of Bourbon with the mower, swinging it over his head like a steel chair. He hits Bobby exactly 69 times and then laughs about the number 69 before heading to the cafeteria for a calzone.