V1: Uhh...to spend time with his wife and newborn kid, was it?
Jay: Yeah. That's what you get for puttin' your family ahead of your work!
Jay: God, that makes me really sad. That means that Hogan's right! He's right to steal the spotlight.
V1: In a way, yeah.
Jay: But then, you could say that he's stealing the spotlight and not letting anyone else have it, so of course no one's gonna cheer for anyone else.
Steve: Well, men are involved in all sex tapes. But it doesn't affect them.
OOC: Tom Sizemore had an infamous sex tape, Screech a rumored sex tape, and Hulk Hogan of course.
Steve: Oh God, I thought you meant Screech and Hulk Hogan!
Jay: "Geez, three positions? Even Cena's got five moves."
OOC: But still. Bret, he's... he's wrestling at a PPV the day after his brother's death. I mean... this business is scum, isn't it?
Jay: It's all they got. It's all in the repertoire.
V1: I can see where this is going.
V1: Can you imagine that petulant shite-bag bein' a fuckin' solider? Mr. "I'm gonna shit in your bag and ruin my fuckin' room and trash it up"? Get out. he was never gonna be a solider.
Jay: Unless you just whomp his ass every day.
V1: That's a good word. "Whomp your ass."
V1: I thought that was pretty cool! Immediately he's less of fuckin' black-and-white, "he's evil, Miz is good"...he's got a reason for doing what he's doing, and it makes sense. And that's the route to all good baddies: you should empathize with them.
Jay: I feel a bit worried about that. Like, you need good writing to follow that. Otherwise you risk people hating the good guy and liking the bad guy.
V1: That's what happened to me, of course.
V1: Yeah! I was beginning to side with Pope by this point! It was like, "I agree with everything you are saying, I hate this little ginger shite-bag and her boyfriend... In general, he's right. [chuckling] I am totally with Pope.
Jay: You can either swear or you can rap.
OOC: Correct. And she does both, but in different movies.
V1: Even after seeing all of this, the two retards still don't believe it—'cause they're marks. You see? That's what Eric Bischoff thinks of his fans.
Jay: Aren't faces stupid, though? And lead with their HEART? "I need to defend his honor. The honor of David Arquette."
V1: I dunno whether that's just a wrestling thing or an America thing.
OOC: Still happens to this day. Cena can not turn down a challenge.
V1: Black and grey. The only color worse than to have everything black is everything grey.
Jay: It's like dog-vision.
V1: [at wit's end] EIGHT PEOPLE on this show wore jorts and some form of t-shirt, or vest, or top.
OOC: That was the style at the time.
V1: Fuck. EVERYONE is John Cena?
V1: People pay Douglas a few quid and they get their very own Flair Ass!
V1: And all you really wanna do is cover her up and buy her a cup of tea.
OOC: By marryin' the boss' daughter.
V1: By aligning yourself with the top guys.
Jay: Sabotaging others, guaranteed contract, Creative Control, and—if possible—wear bicycle shorts.
V1: He hates wrestling!
OOC: It's just incredible. (Not Justin Credible.)
V1: That's not how wrestling works. You can destroy Flair, and the next night he's still gonna be Flair, and you're gonna be fucking Dean Douglas.
Jay: Sorry, mate.
OOC: What is the bad blood between these two? And I assume it's legitimate, yeah?
Jay: Well, Shane Douglas hates him because he's so successful, and Ric Flair is like "Pfffffffffffffffthahaha! Who's Shane Douglas?"
V1: Yeah, that's what I thought. Butter Bean.
Jay: Shane, just because you shot Jesse James don't make you Jesse James.
V1: All it does it make you someone who's able to shoot. [pops from Jay and OOC]
V1: Where it takes skill to use it?
OOC: He'd be in a Karate Kid montage with a guitar, really.
Kurt: YOUR MOTHER TAUGHT ME HOOOOW!
Jay: He admitted he sucks dick.
V1: JBL said the exact same thing. He said, "Look at all these fans paying to not watch wrestling, and chant." He does not care for these fans at all.
OOC: I have no issue with the chanting, the fans are having fun; but this, for me, it might've stepped over the line. Essentially, they were starting a fucking Mexican Wave.
OOC: He must have caught him with a lucky shot.
Jay: Oh, I have no doubt. Most of the people who were there said that JBL was turning, and he turned into the punch, and it was just one of those 1 — 1,000,000 shots. But that's all it took; he fucking floored him. And even if Bradshaw had got up and kicked seven shades out of him, wouldn't have made a difference. The fact is you got fucking knocked out by fucking "catfiiiiiiiiiight!" End of story.
OOC: *sigh* Would the boys in the locker room not jump in and say, "Would you fuck off, you gobshite"?
Jay: He's Vince's boy, right? They're, like, golf buddies.
OOC: Aw, bollocks.
V1: [groans] Yeah. I mean, they haven't even done the spot! Let them do it, and then if it doesn't appease you, then you can chant. But Jesus Christ. Let them do their match.
V1: Just in general, I wasn't the biggest fan of his stuff. But, ahh... I was wrong. Tazz made it worse.
Jay: [Vince McMahon voice] "Bah, ECW, he's an alum grumble grumble he's an original, Teh Originator!" I don't fucking know. 'Cause he was picking the garbage and he agreed to work for 20 quid or something.
V1: A ham sandwich.
OOC: [sighs with pleasure]
Jay: Walks up to him in the ring, SMASHES him. CLATTERS him across the face.
OOC: And how d'you feel about Nick Dinsmore in general? It was a job. He didn't deserve to be treated like that by Kurt Angle. Kurt Angle was taking his anger out on a gimmick; he shouldn't've been taking it out on a fellow wrestler trying to earn a career.
Jay: He's accepted the money, and the career, and the gimmick. And Kurt Angle is slapping the gimmick. And his face just happens to be there as well. [everyone sniggers] How do you feel about Eugene?
OOC: Oh, completely agree.
V1: [guffaws] You fucking suckers!
OOC: Genius, though.
V1: It's a brilliant marketing ploy. 'Cause it worked!
Jay: The level of ignorance to buy a Cena t-shirt to hate on Cena—to give Cena money—I can't fathom the ignorance.
Jay: And his "favorite wrestler" is Vince McMahon!
Jay: Yeah, like, instead of puttin' people over, he said, "..uh, I retire."
Jay: And she's obviously disinterested and untalented. But she does pull in the crowds.
Jay: She is well over, I gotta say. The crowd don't... seem to notice this.
V1: Aw, the crowd love 'er!
Jay: But I don't know how. It's painfully obvious.
V1: In all fairness, you've got J.R. and King going, "SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL! SHE'S SO AMAZING! SHE'S SO ATHLETIC! SHE'S EVERYTHING! SHE'S PERFECT!" every week. That shit works.
Jay: Don't Americans love that shit? That stereotype of Oireland? Aren't they all over it? I can imagine Vince laughing and rolling on the ground over it.
V1: [groans] I don't know. What else is they gonna do now? Is she come out with black eyes? [weeping] "H-He had a coupla drinks and—!"
V1: If there's any wrestler's germs you don't want on you, it's the Sandman's.
V1: Oh, yeah. AND!: They're all mental.
Jay: Yes. I guess we should be grateful that they're not faking pregnancies to get their way.
V1: [laughing] Wrestling has a longstanding history of not liking women at all.
V1: "The pile driver was invented in 1774 by Mr.—"
OOC: "George Washington!"
Jay: So by the end, he became a worse version of Michael Cole. It's very sad, 'cause you see what he was capable of, and as soon as he was moved to the big leagues, Raw, Smackdown... [imitates falling bomb]
V1: Don't. Embarrass. The King.
V1: They sprung for everything fucking else! Monster trucks, helicopter shots, Harley-Davidsons. One being squished, one being given away... [blows raspberry] This company is well on its way to going out of business.
Jay: Guaranteed you will not be making money on this PPV.
V1: "WHAT HAPPENED?"
Jay: 'BLANK CHECKS, BROTHER."
V1: Fuck me.
Jay: So Giant... wins the WCW World Title without... getting to celebrate getting the World Title. Fucking—huh, thanks Hogan!
V1: Hogan is masterful at this shit, isn't he?
Jay: That's how you get into the Hall of Fame!
V1: You're probably more likely to get in if you call Vince's bluff and just be, "grumble grumble yeah I don't like it."
Jay: He can respect that.
V1: [chortling] God.
Jay: *sigh* *blows raspberry* Rrrgh!! AMERICA. "There's two: America, and Terror!"
Jay: [Bray voice] It's miiiiiiiiiiiiind games.
Maffew: He was at Money in the Bank and he did it! As he was climbing the ladder! Like, "You're a fucking IDIOT! You DESERVE to lose!"