3:14, 3:15, 3:16, 3:17, 3:18… Hold long could Kane hold Mark Henry’s food bags while he was way…
Knowing he’ll get a pop no matter what, Foley took time to show off his newest toy, the laser nunchucks!
Foley: Ric, you’re one stand up guy! I mean, wearing a shirt that says Paul Xavier Daniels loves Mary Ilice Davis…
Ric: What’s causin’ all this?
Dave: The fact that your shirt says PXD, LUV,MD.
Between Randy’s mic skills and Dave’s move set, Foley took a page from the great book of Jannety… What a coward…
Randy “Lou Thez Jr” Orton… Not as catchy as The Legend Killer…
Randy:
*thinking* Oh crap… the camera is on me… do I say something… I mean, if I say something, what do I say…. Do I make up a catch phrase…
Booker T: Brotha! You’ve been sitting there for 5 minutes! Do something!
Booker T held Orton so he could look above while RVD scanned the crowd… Sean escaped from his cage, and Triple H had orders to make sure someone finds him.
Ref: Row 17, section A, but it’s okay, he’s just selling beer.
Randy: What? Where’s Rhyno?
Ref: He had a family emergency. Couldn’t be here tonight.
Randy: That’s it! By the power invested in me by the great Triple H, I hereby suspend Rhyno’s oxygen privileges!
Raw’s Riverdance didn’t go over that well…
Foley: Ha ha ha ha ha! Dude, the ugly fat chick in the front row is checking you out! Ah ha ha ha ha ha! And so is the guy right behind you! They want you!