[FourFifty]

No summer slam captions? Ah, hell, anywho, ONWARD to RAW!
Didn’t read the posted captions before I did mine, as always.


The spirit of Rico, Sean O’Haire, Goldust, The Bushwhackers, and others flooded the ring as the golden box of rejected gimmicks exploded when they tried to shove Eugene in it.


Chris: Sorry ‘bout the title.. Still kinda smells like Hunter.
Randy: Only it’s Hunter with a refreshing apple cinnamon scent! It’s wonderful! You must tell me what kind of cleaner you used on it!


2 seconds earlier…
Sylvin: And that’s why I drive a Ford!


Kane: Damn it Lita! You botched the invitations to my birthday party! You didn’t even talk about the clown that is gonna be there!


Trish: On No Lita! You’re in a wonderful storyline… filled with… intrigue… passion… crème filling… and good storyline stuff… BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! Oh my GAWD! Thank GOODNESS I’m not in THAT storyline!


Vince: Yes! I’m the photoshop master! We need to see this on TV!


Victoria: Oh No! Douche! Douche!
Gail: You really shouldn’t be calling me names in the middle of a match…
Victoria: No, you reek! Douche! Clean that hole out!


No wonder he was invisible for a long time…


Kane: Ouch! Hey Edge, watch the ear, would ya?
Edge: What’s wrong with your ear?
Kane: Lita botched using handcuffs on me last night.


Kane: Stop hugging me! You’re supposed to hate me, remember!
Lita: .yrros m’I, haey hO.
Kane: !


Matt: I KILLED YOUR FATHER, AND I’LL KILL YOU TOO!
Kane: *gasp!* The Six Fingered Man!


Kane: Don’t sorry Lita, I’ll be gentle.
Lita: Thank you.. this is my first time…
Kane: Really?
Lita: Yes, really….
Kane: In that case, let’s start… ya ready?
Lita: I think so…
Kane and Lita: Over, under, around and through, and that is how you tie your shoe!


Sean O’Haire:…
Tommy Dreamer: …
Scott Steiner: He Fellas what’s up?
Sean O’Haire: I’m sorry, but this bar of depression due to the Diva Search is reserved for TALENTED wrestlers only! Go over to the table where the Bossman is telling stories!


The doctors said that Jericho could never have children after Batista’s aim was off with his noogie.


Ric: Yeah, that’s right Edge! Bret Screwed Bret!


“Crème Filling… I really could go for a bowl of crème filling…”


HHH: Randy… Did you eat my “special” chocolates?
Randy: Yes Hunter…
HHH: And now you really have to go poop now, don’t you?
Randy: Yes Hunter…


After Triple H comes out of the closet, Randy Orton has no choice but to paraphrase Sean O’Haire.


Get your very own Chris Benoit puppet, just like one modeled my the ref in mid match!


Ref: Pencil neck geek! Grit eatin’ freak! Scum suckin’ pea-head with a lousy physique! One man no gut losing streak! You’re nothin’ but a pencil neck geek!
Benoit: It’s a little long winded, but it’s a refreshing break from “homo.”


Randy: No! We’re in Canada, aren’t we? Don’t ring the bell!
Vince: Don’t worry Randy. We’re not Montreal, so you have nothing to fear.


Right before Chris Benoit tells Randy Orton he respects his athleticism, Randy makes faces at Benoit.


Randy: You got that number yet?
Chris: Almost… Done! Now in now time we’ll have our own cage to do what we want with it.
Randy: God Bless the “For Rent” sign!


Randy botched hand shaking.


Even though Benoit tried to carry Orton through the match, Randy dragged it down.


It’s bad when Triple H and Randy need to bring in signs for each other.


“I never had your nose! It was just my thumb all along!”


“Don’t you EVER try to wash my scent off this belt, ever again!”


Triple H shows off his omnipotence when he invokes the stigmata on Randy Orton.



HHH: Hey Randy, what’s this on your chest?
Randy: I think it’s the same thing that’s on your nutsack.
HHH: …I’ll stop right here…
Randy: Good call.


Randy: Wait a second! This is NOT how the Doomsday Device goes!