Here's the back story on who this match looks stiff:
A couple months before, Virgil asked me if he could borrow my Doggystyle tape so he could copy it. I said no problem, just give it back when you're done. So a month goes by, and I ask for my tape back, and he said he's been busy and hasn't had a chance but he would return it the first chance he got. The night of this match, Virgil comes in the back, and he hands me a blank cassette and told me he lost my cassette, but recorded me a copy. I have steam coming out of my ears at this point, but hey, I at least have Snoop I can listen to before my matches, and I tell him to get the fukk out. I pop it into my walkman, and I hear this:
Now I'm beside myself here. Scott's laughing his ass off and Shawn is joining him, even though he has no idea why I'm mad. Later that night, we were walking in the back, and I saw Virgil with his back towards us, talking to someone. I smacked the shyt out of him and told him be better get me a new fukking tape or I'd break his jaw. Thankfully he got me a brand new copy a few days later and everything was all good.