Jooce vs Lamb (AWF: Chaos)

Lamb is looking at a bulletin board in the hallway, reading the match listing up next. "Actionz Hardcore Champion, Lamb vs Chaos Champion, Jooce." He chuckles to himself, walking away and down the hall. He can't see it, but from the shadows, Mamba Ant is smoking a joint, watching the champion.
Lamb walks into the Agents of Chaos locker room. Chef, Mr. Grizzly, Deuce, Shane Hayes, and Jooce, are all seated, listening to "I Get Around" by 2Pac. Lamb grabs the speaker, and turns it off. He puts it back down, looks at his title, then the group.
"This shit is sad. Ya'll look like OVO goons riding his nuts the way you all sit around-, like the yes-men you are. News flash you bitchass-, fucking-." - Lamb
"Aye, man, watch out. I could put real brakes on ya dumbass, without them involved. Don't get it twisted." - Deuce
"No, YOU, got it twisted, Jooce, has your balls twisted in his fucking hands-, cause it makes NO SENSE, how the champion of this shit show, has been a part timing bitch, like he's someone relevant. You beat me back at Turmoil-, clean as a whistle. But ever since then, we've had TWO different resumes."
"You sound like bitch." - Mr. Grizzly
"Yeah, and what are you? Seriously? What have you done? Your best claim to fame is being the THIRD best option in a three man stable, having a singles run with less stock than NFT's, and being tied to Mamba Ant, in more ways than one. What the fuck have you DONE?" - Lamb
"Aye, what's the word dog?" - Chef
"Let him be. This lil nigga think he nice. Let him think he nice." - Deuce
"I got my fuckin ass kicked for you, ankle broken, RKO's, spears, and through all the smoke and mirrors? I can see deep down, Deuce. You're not an Anomaly. You know it. The Matrix had Neo, he had help, but I mean shit. This shit is a bad Death Row Parody. So, come at me "Suge". And Jooce. Stop sucking his nuts, and maybe you'll have a chance at being relevant." - Lamb
"So what's the problem? I'd run through a wall for every single person in this room right now including you. You walk around in this company as a champion largely because I advocated for you to receive these opportunities. I don't hate you, I'm not using you, I'm trying to bring you up with me. So instead of taking all of your frustration out on me how about you lock in on the rest of the locker room gunning for your title." - Deuce
Lamb exits.
"That boy needs therapy." - Shane
"Hand it to him." - Deuce