Tonight, a special eulogy for Eddie Guerrero, how was buried onto Velocity after his "60 Day Push" coupon expired last week.
Holly knew he shouldn't have worn purple when he arrived at the arena earlier in the day. Now Brock thought he was Tinkie Winkie, and he wasn't letting go.
Sometimes, when Triple H was feeling creative, he'd drop anvils that were shaped like useless WWE wrestlers.
The Budweiser god wasn't too happy that Brock had switched over to Miller Lite...
Brock: *glug glug glug* "Wait a minute... THIS ISN'T EVOLUTION KOOL-AID!!!"
Brock was undefeated in demolition derby, but even he wasn't too sure he could win against the oncoming locomotive.
Scotty reached for the Wrestlemania XX logo to save him like it did last week, but then regretted having chili cheese fries with Rikishi earlier that evening when his fingers slipped.
Confined to a nursing home, Angle never was the same again after he saw the Triple H/Randy Orton/Ric Flair/Batista/Shawn Michaels orgy video.
Chavo: "So... does it sound like the Atlantic Ocean, or the Pacific Ocean?"
The race to get the shiny quarter was long and hard fought.
Heyman: "So this is what you did to Triple H to get that title?"
Tajiri hated it when Cheech was too busy doing the moonwalk to count the 1-2-3.
Indeed, Japanese HGA is rough and sweaty.
You know the Cruiserweight Division was going to hell when Cruisers were being forced to use each other as drills to dig the holes that they'd be buried in.
Wow, Rodney Mack looks good in his new afro...
A-Train's shoe patching ways were painfully unorthodox.
Sadly, even the Air Cenas couldn't get John above the glass ceiling.
Unfamiliar with the process, Cena brought a hoss to the Altar of Helmsley and was utterly rejected...
...as punishment, he was forced to hold up the glass ceiling for the rest of the night.
Big Show didn't help his sleep-inducing promo problems by reciting "Ode to a Grecian Urn."
The first ever WWE Bondage Match was a great success.
As the staring contest reached its five hours, the crowd eagerly anticipated a thrilling climax... until Triple H ran in, pedigreed both men, then had Earl Hebner knock out his own son and declare Hunter the winner because Eddie and Paul apparently tapped out.
Brian wasn't sure why Heyman was doing the Carlton dance, but he was going to have to take that out to the ring.
The thoughts raced through Kurt's head. He could go beat up a defenseless Eddie Guerrero, but right now, he looked
damn good.
Eddie's eyes lit up in fear when the head of the Border Patrol stable, Triple H, came down the ring with an eye on that belt and questions about why a guy like him was actually champion.
As much as Eddie wanted to run, he knew it was Triple H coming down, so he promptly got into customary position.
Angle: "Get up, Eddie, you coward!"
Eddie: "I can't! Damn that Rhyno!!"
(Damn, and I almost made it through a whole set without shooting for the reference.)
This was unusual. Eddie sleeping on the job?