The crowd ate this up. The cocky heels were showing off their belts in front of the entire locker room. Only problem? This wasn't scripted.
Jericho was ready. Once the Vampire Trish had drunk of his blood, he too would be immortal...
CHRISTIAN: How you doin', Mister Lefty?
MR. LEFTY: Oh, I'm just fine.
CHRISTIAN:
BISCHOFF: So...you're the one who's being held down, right?
JERICHO: Dur!
If you can snatch the extreme pebble from my hand, you too can be a hardcore legend, young grasshoppa.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia!
You'd be making that face too if your ribcage was about to pop out of your chest.
Goldberg was confused. He walked in on Rene Dupree telling Coach about the night he spent at the Paris Hilton, and then there went Jonny. Goldberg could only ask "Puh?"
(I love that sign!)
Goldberg howls in pain after the American flag breaks loose from the rafters and embeds itself elbow-deep in his arm.
DAVE: Look, Shawn! All my joints are at right angles!
SHAWN: What about your left leg?
DAVE: Merde!
Ric needed a little help hitting the high notes.
Batista couldn't help but feel that somewhere else in that building, someone else was doing the exact same thing he was.
SHAWN: No no no, my friend. It is YOU who is the homo!
Jon knew he SHOULD have been disgusted.
So many conflicting feelings...
Ah, you only live once!
Y2J: Greetings, Woloc!
TRISH: Shut up.
Y2J: Must...grab...ropes. Hey, this rope is kinda small...
KANE: Shut up.
KANE: How's this rope?!? Huh? Is it long enough for ya? Huh?
KANE: Uh...your roots are showing.
This was uncomfortable. Mick had made the rounds. First he shook Rhyno's hand. Now Bubba's...
At the sight of an Evolution member not named Hunter holding a WWE belt, the universe imploded.
The fans were confused. What gimmick was Mick coming out in? He was wearing a Mankind shirt under a Cactus Jack flannel, but he was walking like Crippled Hobo!
ERIC: Okay, so let me get this straight. The third little piggy had roast beef, but the fourth had none?
ORTON: Guess what song I'm doing. Doo do doo do doooooo da doo doo!
MICK: I just wanna get to my car...
Goodbye, homeless stranger! May the cold bring you more luck than it has us!