It was KKB who invented the whole angle of "keeping the black man down," back in the day.
Virgil - This week on the E! True Hollywood Story.
Only by this journey to the past, do we realize who Steven Richards's real father is... For these are the photos of his conception.
Rude: So Snake. Since all the words in my wrestling name start with "R," you think I should just go by Triple R?
Jake: Welllllllll... (Staggering around drunk) You fink just becozz my name rhymes... That you should just shuck my dick..?
Rude: Damnit Jake. I'm serious. I'm sure it would go over well and I want to get a name like that before someone else thinks of it...
Jake: Yeah it'd go over well... Over yer mouf ya little girl... Heeeehehehehe...
Million Dollar Man was not to be fucked with after employing his new cohort - The "Pink Black Panther."
Director: Cut! Dude you're going to need to lose like at least sixty pounds before we shoot this.
Earthquake: But that could take YEARS.
Director: I know man, but it would be well worth it. I can see it now! "The Sopranos, a top rating show on HBO!"
Bulk Hogan and Saddam Hoss-ain would battle it out to the finish.
Sherry: What's wrong Shawn? Don't you like women?
Michaels: Yeah, I guess.
Sherry: Then why are you making that face?
Michaels: I just have a feeling I'm going to need to work on my jaw motions.
Ross: We're live here, at Caesar's Palace, in Rome. I have just been offered to have my future read by an elite guard. I'm excited. So, Elite Guard, what is in store for my future?
Guard: In the future, you will develop a problem with Bells Paulsy. You will also get fatter, and wear a cowboy hat. You will make BBQ sauce, and you will die of a heart attack, as that BBQ sauce will become the very blood that runs in your veins.
Ross: By God. Sharpshooter, Super-Kick, Leg-Drop, Razor's Edge.
Crush: Um Randy, this isn't what I meant when I suggested the Torture Rack...
Pam: Wow Kev, tonight was really great. Thanks for bringing me out to Wrestlemania.
Nash: No problem baby, you know how BDC does it... So... Wanna go to my place so I can beat the shit out of you?
Pam: Okay!
Satan: Paullllllllly, oh Paulllllllllly...
HHH (Pre-Asshole Era): Huh? What's that voice?
Satan: Remember what we talked about?
HHH: Yeah... You can go to hell Satan! I'll never do that to all my friends!
Satan: But Paullllllllly... Warrior is about to no-sell your pedigree and bury your push...
HHH: ...Ugh. Alright. What do you want me to do?
Satan: In time, one of my seed will come to you, and you shall lie with her, and your first-born shall be the antichrist...
...And by the way, never tell me to go to hell ever, ever, again.
Maivia: But I *am* ready master! Ben, tell him!
Ref: He *is* ready, master.
Rikishi: Hmmmm. No. Nope! He is too old.
Ref: So was I, if you would remember.
Rikishi: Rrrrrrrrgh... Powerful, is Game-der...
Maivia: I'm not afraid.
Rikishi: *Shows him a picture of HHH* You will be...
You WILL be...
Jim: Wow! These guys are just like Michaels and Janetty! I wond- O.O (suddenly a huge penis is thrust down his throat)
Teddy: This is bull shit, man. Them white Hebner boys get to ref the championship matches, while the BLACK MAN have to ref a hoss chokin' his chicken. But I will overcome.
Blackman: Dude, wtf? Why didn't you count three?
Teddy: Shut up cracka! You tryin' to say the BLACK MAN can't count?
Blackman: My last name is Black Man!
Teddy: Ha-ha, very funny mother fucker.
Chyna was to women as Triple H was to men.
Flair: Give me your clothes.
Vince: Lex...
Shane: Yes pops? Who did this to you!?
Vince: S... S...
Shane: Don't speak. I'll get that Richards myself!
Vince: SUUUP... ER...
Shane: Wow, thanks for your enthusiasm.
Vince: Ne... ve... rmi...n...
Shane: Yeah dad, thanks. I'll never mingle with mid-carders.