Alias, sensing an erection, immediately knows it's not the real Corey. He doesn't know if the erection came with the pillow, or if belonged to JB. He kicks out regardless and recoils to the corner of the room.

With the pin attempt over, JB clearly wants to leave. Reggie's bitch ass is still mouthing off though, so Alias looks him dead in the fucking eye.

"Are you done? You've all had a crack now, and every single time there's a T.H.U.G. trying to pin me, I see your damn face, Reg'. You're always there, egging your buddies on to take something that you supposedly don't even want. I get you're hurting; I get you're broken. I know you need the release. But have you gotten it out of your system yet? I don't hold any of this against you. After all this, I still don't hate you. I understand the position you're in. I've been there. Hell, I'm not convinced that I've even left there! I'm just wondering when you're going to put your frustrations to use in a better way? I mean... I'm sure you're aware that Charlie Nickles - the king of cowardly pins - is telling me that beating you isn't worth a damn.

He said you weren't a real man.

Ask yourself this: is Reggie Estrada the kind of guy to roll over and let people question what's between his legs? Boy, they must be getting a real good laugh about that on the streets.

So what are you going to do about it?

Hell, Charlie doesn't even know how to rhyme, so you're already better than him at least one thing! Maybe you're better at something else too...

Think about it."

Both T.H.U.G.s turn to leave, but Alias calls out one more time.

"Oh, and JB! Where did you get that pillow from, man? I've been trying to find one for a little Valentine's gift to myself. I just didn't know you felt about Corey the same way I did. It's nice to have a kindred spirit around, but I'll fucking cut you if you touch him, you hear me?"