Thursday Raw Thursday In 90 Seconds
Motorhead: Time to face the inevitabllllllllllle!
Triple H: Muahahaha.
Big Show: SKILLET
Triple H: Ow.
Big Show: Mmm...irony.
Triple H: FLOP. Whip!
Big Show: 265 is less than 500, dumbass!
Post: DING!
Triple H: SMRT. Bleed, fatass, bleed!
Big Show: RAR!
Triple H: GHH. I've got a better three letters around here somewhere...DDT!
Big Show: No. I'm getting sleepy.
Triple H: points to contract, facebuster, PEDIGREE Power corrupts. Absolute power is the shit.
Big Show: 1989....a number...another summer...
Triple H: ...huh?
Big Show: violates two of Newton's laws by actually kicking out of the Pedigree
Triple H: W. T. F.
Nova: That's MY move!
Vince: I invented owning you. Shut up.
Some Guy In Hollywood: raises eyebrow That's impressive.
Big Show: One floor, going down.
Triple H: Rope! WHEW!
Ref: 10!
Everyone: WTF? I thought that rule went out with the Western States Heritage Title!
Big Show: not for the first time in his life, clears the table
Triple H: DING! Meet his cousin WHOM
Big Show: PLOW
Barricade: dies a little
Fans: We better chant for him or he'll eat us.
Somewhere In Calgary
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..
.
ALBERTA, Canada: Nigga, please!
Grish: So, clearly, Rob Van Dam will win.
Vince: Uh, no, Triple H will win..did we just hire you or something?
Black People Everywhere: Oh, lord...
Cartoon Frog: Maaaaaaaaaaaammyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mick: practices his karaoke
Lita: get this...hang on now...sluts it up
Edge: Don't you fucking fuck me.
Mick: Won't. Even though you suck. Fairness.
Edge: I swear...
Mick: Have a nice day.
Eugene: stupid
Shelton: mean
Butch: HA ha!
Shelton: stupid
Eugene: mean
Brian Danielson: I am not amused.
Kruger: T-BONE!
George: T-BONE!
Shelton: It's unanimous.
Ashley: I hope I win.
Christy: I hope McDonald's has dental.
Candice: I hope the stench of Leno comes off.
Everybody: ...uh...
Jackie Gayda: Yeah, you can take me off your lists now, thanks.
Candice: Playboy.
Guys: YAY!
Vince: blah blah blah
Butch: hits the Wrap It Up box
Vince: blah blah blah
Butch: WRAP IT UP! YOU NEED TO WRAP IT UP!
Spirit Squad: still disturbingly accurate
Vince: Sign your life away.
Shawn: doesn't
Vince: has a thrombo
Shawn: I don't know why you're doing this, Vince...
Butch: ...oh! It's NOT just me! Well, good.
Vince: needs two things, badly: therapy and decaf
Butch: I think I just lost my smile.
Guitar Riff: squeals
Butch: sighs wistfully...wow, I'm old.
RVD: kicks the crap out of Masters
Masters: almost kills him on a basic reversal
Butch: O-V-Dub! O-V-Dub!
RVD: goes flying into the front row
Joey: Oh, my GOD!
RVD: rolls it
Jay: Is he seeing the sailboat now and shit? Nooch.
RVD: THUNDER! (highpitched) Na na na na na na na na.
Masters: Time for my devastating arsenal of top rope attacks!
RVD: Did you just use a four-syllable word?
Masters: Duh...stay out of Riverdale.
RVD: All righty. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIF!
Butch: BOO!
Mickie: Swerve!
Tool: Any fucking time, any fucking day...
Butch: NOT YOU, HIM!
Tool: gay. So very gay.
Mickie: Swerve II: Electric Boogaloo! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!
Butch: He's a rapist! I saw the whole thing!
Mickie: Nice work!
Butch: Aww, come on...
Butch & Mickie: elaborate secret handshake
Stacy: loading up the truck Which way to Beverly?
Mickie: Here she comes!
Butch: hides
Trish: What happened?
Mickie: crying, blubbering
Trish: He what!? Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.
Butch: rubs his hands together EXcellent.
Trish: What was that?
Mickie: Nothing.
Trish: looks at her oddly
Mickie: cries
Girls, Kids: YAY!
Guys: eh.
Mick: I was a transitional champ once.
Edge: You can't see me!
Cena: GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT, SON!
Edge: LARIAT.
Cena: suh suh suh SUPERFLY!
Edge: No.
Lita: cheats
Mick: checks the Tron
Lita: D'oh?
Mick: GIT.
Lita: D'OH!
Commercials: boring
Real Time: Edge, suplex. Baseball slide.
Cartman: GODDAMMIT I'M NOT GOING TO WWE.COM!
Cartman: Hey, guy, that's not me, that guy was yelling so hard all the color came off him.
Butch: Sorry.
Foley: late
Cena: Nope.
Foley: Sorry, Edgeward. My bad.
Edge: Even though this has never worked since the first Bush, SLEEPER.
Cena: OK, I give.
Edge: Yay!
Cena: PSYCHE.
Voice In Orlando, Florida: What the FUCK!?
Crowd: SHANE IS DEAD! SHANE IS DEAD! SHANE IS DEAD!
Flair: LMAO. WHOO!
Edge: YAKUZAAAAAAAAAA! PowerBOMB! Ropes!
Mick: Oh, no, you don't.
Cena: You can't see me!
Joe Budden: Pump p-p-pump p-pump pump it up!
Cena: Do ya thing, let me do my thing...
Edge: No! presses A + B buttons at once
Momentum: shifts
Edge: EDT!
Cena: No!
Edge: RAMMING SPEE--hold up.
Nate Dogg: WAIIIIIIIT.
Foley: Ow!
Cena: STFU! You go tap now!
Edge: K.
Lita: Get off! hands belt
Edge: CLONG!
Cena: ...
Foley: ...
Edge: ...
Cena: ...nah.
Girls, Kids: YAYYYYYYYYY!
Edge: I am so pissed I am going to have the warehouse-sized Stupid Flakes.
Cena: Brock who? FU.
Stasiakville: Ah, Adam. We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like...you know the rest.
Lita: Not my meal ticket! uppercuts Foley
Edge: RAMMING FUCKING SPEED! cell rings Hello? Grandma Edna! Yeah. I ju--oh, you do? Uh, he's not with me. He's probably shining up his new bel...hello? Hello? Can you hear me now? Lousy reception...
Triple H: Muahahaha.
Big Show: SKILLET
Triple H: Ow.
Big Show: Mmm...irony.
Triple H: FLOP. Whip!
Big Show: 265 is less than 500, dumbass!
Post: DING!
Triple H: SMRT. Bleed, fatass, bleed!
Big Show: RAR!
Triple H: GHH. I've got a better three letters around here somewhere...DDT!
Big Show: No. I'm getting sleepy.
Triple H: points to contract, facebuster, PEDIGREE Power corrupts. Absolute power is the shit.
Big Show: 1989....a number...another summer...
Triple H: ...huh?
Big Show: violates two of Newton's laws by actually kicking out of the Pedigree
Triple H: W. T. F.
Nova: That's MY move!
Vince: I invented owning you. Shut up.
Some Guy In Hollywood: raises eyebrow That's impressive.
Big Show: One floor, going down.
Triple H: Rope! WHEW!
Ref: 10!
Everyone: WTF? I thought that rule went out with the Western States Heritage Title!
Big Show: not for the first time in his life, clears the table
Triple H: DING! Meet his cousin WHOM
Big Show: PLOW
Barricade: dies a little
Fans: We better chant for him or he'll eat us.
Somewhere In Calgary
...
..
.
ALBERTA, Canada: Nigga, please!
Grish: So, clearly, Rob Van Dam will win.
Vince: Uh, no, Triple H will win..did we just hire you or something?
Black People Everywhere: Oh, lord...
Cartoon Frog: Maaaaaaaaaaaammyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mick: practices his karaoke
Lita: get this...hang on now...sluts it up
Edge: Don't you fucking fuck me.
Mick: Won't. Even though you suck. Fairness.
Edge: I swear...
Mick: Have a nice day.
Eugene: stupid
Shelton: mean
Butch: HA ha!
Shelton: stupid
Eugene: mean
Brian Danielson: I am not amused.
Kruger: T-BONE!
George: T-BONE!
Shelton: It's unanimous.
Ashley: I hope I win.
Christy: I hope McDonald's has dental.
Candice: I hope the stench of Leno comes off.
Everybody: ...uh...
Jackie Gayda: Yeah, you can take me off your lists now, thanks.
Candice: Playboy.
Guys: YAY!
Vince: blah blah blah
Butch: hits the Wrap It Up box
Vince: blah blah blah
Butch: WRAP IT UP! YOU NEED TO WRAP IT UP!
Spirit Squad: still disturbingly accurate
Vince: Sign your life away.
Shawn: doesn't
Vince: has a thrombo
Shawn: I don't know why you're doing this, Vince...
Butch: ...oh! It's NOT just me! Well, good.
Vince: needs two things, badly: therapy and decaf
Butch: I think I just lost my smile.
Guitar Riff: squeals
Butch: sighs wistfully...wow, I'm old.
RVD: kicks the crap out of Masters
Masters: almost kills him on a basic reversal
Butch: O-V-Dub! O-V-Dub!
RVD: goes flying into the front row
Joey: Oh, my GOD!
RVD: rolls it
Jay: Is he seeing the sailboat now and shit? Nooch.
RVD: THUNDER! (highpitched) Na na na na na na na na.
Masters: Time for my devastating arsenal of top rope attacks!
RVD: Did you just use a four-syllable word?
Masters: Duh...stay out of Riverdale.
RVD: All righty. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIF!
Butch: BOO!
Mickie: Swerve!
Tool: Any fucking time, any fucking day...
Butch: NOT YOU, HIM!
Tool: gay. So very gay.
Mickie: Swerve II: Electric Boogaloo! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!
Butch: He's a rapist! I saw the whole thing!
Mickie: Nice work!
Butch: Aww, come on...
Butch & Mickie: elaborate secret handshake
Stacy: loading up the truck Which way to Beverly?
Mickie: Here she comes!
Butch: hides
Trish: What happened?
Mickie: crying, blubbering
Trish: He what!? Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.
Butch: rubs his hands together EXcellent.
Trish: What was that?
Mickie: Nothing.
Trish: looks at her oddly
Mickie: cries
Girls, Kids: YAY!
Guys: eh.
Mick: I was a transitional champ once.
Edge: You can't see me!
Cena: GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT, SON!
Edge: LARIAT.
Cena: suh suh suh SUPERFLY!
Edge: No.
Lita: cheats
Mick: checks the Tron
Lita: D'oh?
Mick: GIT.
Lita: D'OH!
Commercials: boring
Real Time: Edge, suplex. Baseball slide.
Cartman: GODDAMMIT I'M NOT GOING TO WWE.COM!
Cartman: Hey, guy, that's not me, that guy was yelling so hard all the color came off him.
Butch: Sorry.
Foley: late
Cena: Nope.
Foley: Sorry, Edgeward. My bad.
Edge: Even though this has never worked since the first Bush, SLEEPER.
Cena: OK, I give.
Edge: Yay!
Cena: PSYCHE.
Voice In Orlando, Florida: What the FUCK!?
Crowd: SHANE IS DEAD! SHANE IS DEAD! SHANE IS DEAD!
Flair: LMAO. WHOO!
Edge: YAKUZAAAAAAAAAA! PowerBOMB! Ropes!
Mick: Oh, no, you don't.
Cena: You can't see me!
Joe Budden: Pump p-p-pump p-pump pump it up!
Cena: Do ya thing, let me do my thing...
Edge: No! presses A + B buttons at once
Momentum: shifts
Edge: EDT!
Cena: No!
Edge: RAMMING SPEE--hold up.
Nate Dogg: WAIIIIIIIT.
Foley: Ow!
Cena: STFU! You go tap now!
Edge: K.
Lita: Get off! hands belt
Edge: CLONG!
Cena: ...
Foley: ...
Edge: ...
Cena: ...nah.
Girls, Kids: YAYYYYYYYYY!
Edge: I am so pissed I am going to have the warehouse-sized Stupid Flakes.
Cena: Brock who? FU.
Stasiakville: Ah, Adam. We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like...you know the rest.
Lita: Not my meal ticket! uppercuts Foley
Edge: RAMMING FUCKING SPEED! cell rings Hello? Grandma Edna! Yeah. I ju--oh, you do? Uh, he's not with me. He's probably shining up his new bel...hello? Hello? Can you hear me now? Lousy reception...
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