Jerry Lawler: Let me just say this: Uh, during the break, I apologized to the fans here; right now, I wanna take this opportunity to apologize to you, Joey Styles, my fault, just trying to have a little fun, it got out of hand! I'm sorry, come back out and let's finish the rest of this show. My bad. Come on, Joey.
(the crowd cheers)
Lawler: Come on, Joey! Come on back out here!
(as Styles marches back out into the arena)
Lawler: Come on.
Styles: You want to apologize? Like nothing happened? Like you didn't knock me on my ass in front of millions of people worldwide? And I'm gonna come down there and work with you? I'm not coming back! And now, thanks to the magic of "live television", I'm gonna show the whole world why, for seven years, in ECW, I was "The Unscripted, Uncensored Loose Cannon of Commentary"! Six months ago, WWE called ME! I didn't call this company because I was looking for a job; I didn't need a job! WWE called me! Because they had humiliated and fired — again — Jim Ross! So I get JR's spot. And from week one, week after week, I got an ongoing lecture about the differences in "professional wrestling" and "sports entertainment". I'm not allowed to say "pro wrestling", I'm not allowed to say "wrestler". I have to say "sports entertainment" and refer to the wrestlers as "Superstars". I'm told to DELIBERATELY IGNORE the moves and the holds during the matches so I can tell stories! Well, ignoring the moves and the holds is DAMN INSULTING to the athletes - the WRESTLERS, NOT the entertainers - who leave their families 300 days a year to ply their craft in that ring! There's the best part: Because I'm not a "sports entertainment storyteller", I get pulled from WrestleMania. And the reason I'm given is...is because I don't sound like Jim Ross, who's the guy they fired in the first place, that makes sense, right? So I swallow the bitter pill, I'm a company guy. I get pulled from WrestleMania. Then I get bumped... from Backlash? I'm not good enough to call Backlash!? In ECW, I called live pay-per-views...on my own, solo, no color commentators dragging me down! WASN'T DONE BEFORE ME, HASN'T BEEN DONE SINCE! But I'm not good enough to call Backlash, because I'm not a "sports entertainment storyteller". Well, you know what? I am sick of "sports entertainment". I am sick of male cheerleaders. I am sick of boogers, and bathroom humor, and semen, and I am sick of our Chairman, who likes to talk about his own semen. He mocks God! He MOCKS GOD! - and makes out with the Divas, all to feed his own insatiable ego! I am SICK of "sports entertainment". And most of all, I'm sick of you fans, who actually buy into that crap, this "sports entertainment" circus! I never needed this job, and I don't want this job anymore!
(Styles takes the WWE logo off of his mic and tosses it aside)
Styles: I QUIT!
(Lawler returns to his seat, and switches from a handheld microphone into a headset)
Lawler: You know...we brought Joey Styles up from the gutter and it looks like he just got homesick; maybe Joey Styles will feel more at home... in a bingo hall, kissing Paul Heyman's ass. Idiot.
(the crowd cheers)
Lawler: Come on, Joey! Come on back out here!
(as Styles marches back out into the arena)
Lawler: Come on.
Styles: You want to apologize? Like nothing happened? Like you didn't knock me on my ass in front of millions of people worldwide? And I'm gonna come down there and work with you? I'm not coming back! And now, thanks to the magic of "live television", I'm gonna show the whole world why, for seven years, in ECW, I was "The Unscripted, Uncensored Loose Cannon of Commentary"! Six months ago, WWE called ME! I didn't call this company because I was looking for a job; I didn't need a job! WWE called me! Because they had humiliated and fired — again — Jim Ross! So I get JR's spot. And from week one, week after week, I got an ongoing lecture about the differences in "professional wrestling" and "sports entertainment". I'm not allowed to say "pro wrestling", I'm not allowed to say "wrestler". I have to say "sports entertainment" and refer to the wrestlers as "Superstars". I'm told to DELIBERATELY IGNORE the moves and the holds during the matches so I can tell stories! Well, ignoring the moves and the holds is DAMN INSULTING to the athletes - the WRESTLERS, NOT the entertainers - who leave their families 300 days a year to ply their craft in that ring! There's the best part: Because I'm not a "sports entertainment storyteller", I get pulled from WrestleMania. And the reason I'm given is...is because I don't sound like Jim Ross, who's the guy they fired in the first place, that makes sense, right? So I swallow the bitter pill, I'm a company guy. I get pulled from WrestleMania. Then I get bumped... from Backlash? I'm not good enough to call Backlash!? In ECW, I called live pay-per-views...on my own, solo, no color commentators dragging me down! WASN'T DONE BEFORE ME, HASN'T BEEN DONE SINCE! But I'm not good enough to call Backlash, because I'm not a "sports entertainment storyteller". Well, you know what? I am sick of "sports entertainment". I am sick of male cheerleaders. I am sick of boogers, and bathroom humor, and semen, and I am sick of our Chairman, who likes to talk about his own semen. He mocks God! He MOCKS GOD! - and makes out with the Divas, all to feed his own insatiable ego! I am SICK of "sports entertainment". And most of all, I'm sick of you fans, who actually buy into that crap, this "sports entertainment" circus! I never needed this job, and I don't want this job anymore!
(Styles takes the WWE logo off of his mic and tosses it aside)
Styles: I QUIT!
(Lawler returns to his seat, and switches from a handheld microphone into a headset)
Lawler: You know...we brought Joey Styles up from the gutter and it looks like he just got homesick; maybe Joey Styles will feel more at home... in a bingo hall, kissing Paul Heyman's ass. Idiot.
