The county jail is in an uproar. Almost all of the inmates are clamoring, trying to reach out through the bars of their cells as the guards escort a lone, small, long-haired black man down the way. Some inmates cheer respect at the little man for his recent exploits. Most of them hurl insults, swearing, spitting, and cursing the little man. Yelling that they will be the next one to fight him, and vowing that they will end him here. "Skinny little sumamabitch! Kill your ass!" "Ima break your neck, boy, and skullfuck your lifeless body!" "Think you a rockstar? That long hair o' yours good for one thing, bitch boy!"
The guards escorting the little man do their best to continue on, but the natural enmity between badges and cons cannot be ignored. They shout back at the inmates to stay quiet and mind their fucking business... and maybe they'll get the next shot. After all, the money that has been coming in from this little "fight club" project has been surprisingly nice. The fighting has always been done, but it had never been as popular as it is now... with a genuine celebrity - hell, a bona fide wrestling star - in their midst. The only problem is that the inmates seem to have become a little more antsy. More... violent. More... bloodthirsty. If one looked at the situation, one would think that things could become volatile... and the jail would make for a dangerous powder keg of violence and hate.
And at the center of it all... is the little man with long hair being escorted back to his cell. The guards take extra care to make sure he gets there in good condition, seeing as he is their prizefighter. Despite even them harboring some hate for him, as he is a successful somebody. And they're just prison guards. The little man, despite his scratches and cuts and bruises, is smiling. All of this reminds him of his days in the cage. The octagon. Being pitted against animals in human skin.
Feels just like home.
The little man smiles. Even as angry as he is. Even with the old familiar bloodlust stirring deep within... the same one that comes out from time to time when he's getting hurt in the ring. The bloodlust that he tries to hide, but will never go away. Even knowing the man responsible for him being in this place is free and clear, probably laughing about the whole thing. Wonder how much he'll be laughing when he's bleeding out in the streets...
The little man giggles to himself. And just says...
Sagittarius Blue: ... SOON.