*R-Truth could be found sitting at a bar and lightly stirring his drink. He sat a little hunched over and behind the counter stood a man in a white suit with a thin mustache. Truth sat his drink down after quickly downing it and stared vacantly forward.*
R-Truth: So Booker-T thinks I'm crazy. You don't think I'm crazy, do you?
Bartender: No Truth. I don't think you're crazy at all.
*The juke box in the background was playing a jazz number with a light piano accompaniment*
R-Truth: Two black guys in a "dark match". That sounds a little racist, don't you think so?
Bartender: You're both newcomers. I'm sure it's only a coincidence.
*A ceiling fan slowly spun overhead and an electronic sign over the bar buzzed. It spelled out the words "Jimmy's"
R-Truth: He said I was "out there". He just doesn't understand. He's only a pawn in this game. The only thing he's going to be digging is my foot out of his throat. Sucka.
*Truth downed the rest of the drink.*
R-Truth: No one else can see it but I do. It's all a conspiracy against me. All of them, everyone of them, are sitting around the conspiracy table and conspiring. They sent that spider Robert Roode after me but I SQUASHED him. Now they want to send another spider after me. A bigger one. A spider that break dances. Booker-T is just a disguise.
Bartender: And who exactly is conspiring against you?
*Truth looked around over his shoulders before leaning forward.*
R-Truth: Little Jimmy.
Bartender: Who is "Little Jimmy"?
R-Truth: You don't want to know.
*He rubbed at his temples with a few of his fingers.*
R-Truth: Little Jimmy is sending Booker T after me. But do you know what's going to happen to Booker? He's gonna get got. He's going to try to kick my dog but I'll kick his cat. He's going to have to send someone a lot tougher than Booker after me if he wants to get the job done.
*It was then that Truth noticed the sign flickering in front of him. "Jimmy's". He stood up from his stool and threw his drink aside and began to back away.*
R-Truth: Jimmy's? This is a trap. Did you just poison me? Do you work for Little Jimmy? He's trying to take me out before my match with Booker, isn't he?
*The bartender only responded with a confused expression.*
R-Truth: It's not going down like that, Little Jimmy! I know your tricks! I see what you're trying to do to me! Show up at Wrestle Mania! I dare you! I'll put an end to you and your assassin Booker-T!
*Truth threw his stool aside and quickly left the bar. He could be heard making gagging sounds as he was trying to throw back the "poisoned" drinks he had downed.
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