Shakespeare vs. Wrestling
Nov 8, 2010 23:14:39 GMT -5
Post by Stu on Nov 8, 2010 23:14:39 GMT -5
Cena: To be, or not to be in Nexus? That is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the taunts and ridicules of douchebags, or to screw over another douchebag, and in doing so end them.
Bourne: A Push, a Push. My kingdom for a push!
Cena: Alas, poor Kendrick! I knew him, Ezekiel: A fellow of infinite jest.
JR: The Play By Play's the Thing, where I'll catch the Conscience of The King!
King: PUPPIES!
Jamie Noble: I am a jobber. Hath not a jobber eyes? Hath not a jobber hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same
catering, hurt with the same chairs, subject to the same wellness policies,
"heal'd" by the same "doctors", cheer'd and boo'd by the same smarks and marks, as a mid-carder is? If you blade us, do we not bleed? If you hang us up on the ropes, do we note choke? If you cheapshot us, do we not fall?"
Hogan: Dudes, Brothers, Hulkamaniacs, lend me your ears. I come to Bury Sting, not to put him over.
Mr. Kennedy: Out, out, brief spotlight! The main eventer's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour within the ring then is heard no more: it is a promo told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...........NOTHIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!"
Orton: There is nothing either good or bad, but crowd reaction makes it so.
Sting: E Tu, Flair?
Mike McGillicutty: What's in a name? That which we call "Hennig" by any other name would be just as good a worker. So Harris would, if he were not "Husky" called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Tamina and her Santino.
Bourne: A Push, a Push. My kingdom for a push!
Cena: Alas, poor Kendrick! I knew him, Ezekiel: A fellow of infinite jest.
JR: The Play By Play's the Thing, where I'll catch the Conscience of The King!
King: PUPPIES!
Jamie Noble: I am a jobber. Hath not a jobber eyes? Hath not a jobber hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same
catering, hurt with the same chairs, subject to the same wellness policies,
"heal'd" by the same "doctors", cheer'd and boo'd by the same smarks and marks, as a mid-carder is? If you blade us, do we not bleed? If you hang us up on the ropes, do we note choke? If you cheapshot us, do we not fall?"
Hogan: Dudes, Brothers, Hulkamaniacs, lend me your ears. I come to Bury Sting, not to put him over.
Mr. Kennedy: Out, out, brief spotlight! The main eventer's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour within the ring then is heard no more: it is a promo told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...........NOTHIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!"
Orton: There is nothing either good or bad, but crowd reaction makes it so.
Sting: E Tu, Flair?
Mike McGillicutty: What's in a name? That which we call "Hennig" by any other name would be just as good a worker. So Harris would, if he were not "Husky" called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Tamina and her Santino.
