Hypocrites. All of you. The racist, white establishment takes 337. The black only asks for 29. Yet day by day goes by and every one of you pharisees, you cowards, traipse upon your primrose path toward a life and future built upon a foundation of hate and injustice, supporting walls of microagression and white privilege. It ends now. Larry Inc. supports black history month like no other. We go beyond to present to you, the uneducated and unwashed masses that clog and pollute this forum like so much cholesterol collecting in your revolting hearts the true heroes of the Gentleman's Sport of Professional Wrestling. It is with much satisfaction that we present to you today's honoree: Marcellus "Bart" Jefferson began his career under auspicious circumstances wrestling throughout the Florida and Georgia territories. Saddled with the gimmick of bumbling cowpoke by notoriously bigoted booker Dusty Rhodes, Bart suceeded and won over fans in spite of his less than favorable push. His time in Georgia ran short after he was accused by racist promoter Ole Anderson of drinking from the wrong fountain. He absconded to North Carolina to resume his chosen vocation and in time became the Mid-Atlantic Heavyweight Champion. Having been scandalously relieved of his title by renowned peckerwood Ron Garvin, Bart sought his fortunes beyond the horizon, coming within one victory of being the first to hold the coveted Western States Heritage Championship. The hard life of a professional wrestler has caught up with Bart, as the naturally occuring hypertension and diabetes coded into his DNA has taken its toll. These days Bart makes his living as a men's room attendent, catering to careless white folks who wouldn't piss on him if he were on fire.