Ooh, there goes my push. Ooh, followed by respectibility. Oh no, there goes my will to live, that's not cool.
WAR - IT'S FANNNNNTASTIC!
Quick guys, marks! GET THEM, BAG THEM, TAKE THEM TO OUR EVENTS!
Masters - This is my Masterlock, it's never been broken.
Soldier - But Chris, it's just a poorly executed full nelson.
Masters - Do you want me to break your back like I did with Torrie? NOBODY BREAKS THE MASTERLOCK!
Soldier - MAN DOWN MAN DOWN
*gunfire*
Solider (standing over a bloodied dead Masters) - Now thats cool.
Carlito - You know what Torrie, youdontlooksogoodinthemorning.
Torrie - That's not what my Billy tells me.
Carlito - Billy? Billywho? Billybones? Whatheever do? A stupid splashoffthe top rope? No-one cares abouthim nomore, not even you.
Torrie - Billy who?
Shelton - You know what, the only reason I was asked to come here and pose on top of some armoured vehicle is coz I'm black. Oh look, there's Cryme Tyme. *gunfire*
That's right Mr McMahon, we're in a war-zone, mortars exploding everywhere, people dying, fires etc. But that's at GROUND LEVEL, when you fly above it, it looks FINE, please fasten your seltbelt. Thank you.