TNA-NWA Impact Captions (06/04/04)

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NWA-TNA (Impact 06/04/04)

Why should we just poke fun at the WWE? Seems NWA-TNA has some pics up from impact… It’s not much, but hey, it’s a caption fix…. By God I’m a junkie!

I mean, Holy Damn! When you go to the part of the site that has pics, you have to open the full size pic in another window where the HTML is set up so you can’t freakin’ get a URL for the pic…

But then again, every file you view goes on your hard drive with a URL…
Here’s an example.
http://www.nwatna.com/impact/pics/6/4/small/01.jpg

http://www.nwatna.com/impact/pics/6/4/large/01.jpg


http://www.nwatna.com/impact/pics/6/4/gallery.html
That link will take you to the gallery.


And people called me a fool for ordering McGyver on DVD… fools they called me… Well, they’re right, but for other reasons.

Now… Let’s begin the FRIST NWA-TNA CAPTIONS!!!

You know UFC’s ownership changed to a pansy when the steel cage is replaced by foam.


Jeff Jarrett: For the last time, NO, I am not here from “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy” to make you two over!


With NWA-TNA getting their own show that’s not on PPV, Vince McMahon decides to be a little more realistic with the exits in the locker rooms.


The small TNA roster has called for wrestlers to start attacking themselves instead of other people running in during promos. By luck B.G. James was able to block the attack.


The group of smarks set out bait so they can capture Evolution.


The whole “You talkin’ to me” bit is a little more impressive when you’re not dressed up like a wrestler who makes his living off of biting people on the ass…


Dude in front: No! There is no one behind me! I refuse to believe it!


Rhodes: And I swear the sammich was THIS BIG!


Jeff “The One Man Boy Band” Jarrett gave the fans a little treat before the show…
Jeff *singing*: I can’t get you outta my heart! I knew I was in trouble right from the start!


You know that someone in the ring has a drinking problem when the bud vender in the crowd is getting saluted.


You! In the front row! That’s right! You little dork with the Eugene shirt on…. YOU’RE A HOMO!


Once you notice the stench yourself you realize you should have switched deodorants a looooong time ago.