(crowd chanting)
- Atlanta, give it up for yourselves.
(crowd cheering)
- Alright, we gettin' it in.
Y'all make some noise.
Travis Thompson over there and Cyn Santana.
(crowd cheering)
- Ay, we got my man Jonathan Bennett on the Old
School team.
(crowd cheering)
- It's time to play a classic game, it's called,
'Talkin' Spit', y'all love that one right?
(DJ D-Wreck) Talkin' Spit
- Alright, so Wildin' Out girls bring y'all some
chairs, some buckets.
And, myself and the queen, Cyn Santana, gonna sit here,
fill our mouths up with water, and these team members
gonna get the opportunity to make us spit.
Team captain that spits the most, loses.
You said you don't spit, you ready?
(Cyn) I think.
- Let's do it.
(DJ D-Wreck) New School, wild out.
(crowd cheering)
- I am Cyn Santana.
Thoughts...
Ah...
Y'all know what time it is.
Let's go on, get it over with!
Girl, your edges so dry, they look like gummy worms.
(crowd laughing)
- Her edges like this.
(crowd laughing)
(crowd cheering)
- Cyn, I'm not having a good show.
Somebody said something to me to ruin my little day.
You the only one who could help me right now.
So, I mean, after the show, if you willing to give me
a little somethin' somethin' to make me feel better,
leave the water in your mouth.
(crowd) Oh!
- I feel much better.
(crowd laughing)
- Yo, what about- what about me?
What about me?
Do your water- do your mouth for me.
I'll catch it.
I'll catch it, right-
Just go ahead.
Hold on.
(crowd laughing)
- Spit on it. Spit on it.
It's just like a waterfall.
Just let it fall.
Just let it-
C'mon. Ahhh.
Right here. Right here.
Do it. Do it. Right here.
Ahh. Do it. Do it.
Do it. You can do it!
Ay! Do it!
Do it!
(crowd cheering)
- You're doing great. I hope you guys win.
I love you.
(D.C. Young Fly) Take yo' nasty ass back.
- She's good.
(crowd cheering)
- Ay. She gon' do it?
I got this.
My daddy walked out of my life, but he'll be back.
Uh...
I just wanted to be honest with y'all for a second,
you know?
'Cause sometimes, when like-
(Cyn spits water)
(crowd screaming)
(crowd laughing)
(crowd) Oh! Oh!
- Emmanuel, you don't know who's water that is.
(crowd laughing)
- Real thick water too.
(crowd cheering)
- Hey, Cyn, how you doin'?
This ain't really about you, though.
Hey, Nick, you are steppin' it up, bruh.
We done had a lot of people on the show, but you
done got the son from Family Guy to come on the show.
Look at my man.
Boy, you look just like Chris Griffin.
I don't know dad! What am I doing out here, dad?
I'm so sorry, dad!
(crowd laughing)
(crowd cheering)
- Ay, did you see Cortez's body?
Wait, no, Cortez, c'mere.
C'mere.
Now, Nick, I know you done seen a stray dog.
I know you done seen stray cats.
This n**** is, uh, the world's first stray stretch mark.
(crowd laughing)
- I'm like a sexy squid.
Y'all better stop playing with me.
(crowd cheering)
- Santwon looks like the crossing guard in front of
Bulldog.
(crowd laughing)
- Uh-uh. Wait!
Everybody ain't coming through here. Move.
Slow down.
(crowd laughing)
What's up, Cyn?
You got the little witch boots on.
I thought you was Hispanic?
- Mmmhmm.
- You are?
- Mmmhmm.
- Boy, I ain't never seen a Hispanic girl with a lace
front on, this is crazy.
(crowd cheering)
- They ain't even glue it all the way down.
It's peeling in the front, looks like somebody
'bout to roll a backwoods.
(cheering)
(buzzer)
- You look good.
(crowd cheering)
- I have one more!
- Okay, we gon'-
If we gon' do that, we got to do it the right way,
though.
- Oh my God.
- What the hell?
- Get your ass up, man!
- I'm the bucket!
(crowd laughing)
- I am Cyn Santana's thoughts.
This has been bothering me the whole show.
Ooh, girl, come here I gotta do this.
(buzzer)
- DJ D-Wreck, man, make some sense out of this.
- Nick, you spit the most, so the New School wins!
Make some noise for the New School!
- Y'all, give it up for the queen, Cyn Santana.
Do your thing, get everybody on their feet, DJ
D-Wreck, take us away.
(hip-hop beat)
(crowd chanting)