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Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is W W E. Hi kids! Do you like violence? Wanna see me stick a nail through each one of my rivals? Wanna copy me, and do exactly like my dad did? Try this, and get f’d up, worse than a Hulk Hogan piss test? The locker room is dead weight, I'm trying to make Pat straight. But I can't figure out which Bella I want to impregnate. And The Feds said, "Vinny you a beef-head!" Uh-uh! "So why's your face red? This turkey’s basted." Phew! Since eighty two, I've felt like I've needed you. Plus these dudes to give a leg drop to. Got pissed off when these two stripped off. Eric smacked me so hard, I was on my back quicker than a screw job. Steve drank a six pack of beer, making victory near, faster than a fat bitch with an oversized rear. Come here pup! "Vinny, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!" I don't give a damn, God sent me to piss the I W C off! Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is W W E. My creative peak was mania X 7. Thanks a lot, for a while it was heaven. I let Steve leave as a favour. Brock and Rock said later. These guys were fine, but what happened to Taker? Cena walked in the joint, said he had to prove me a point. Said you can’t see me, the champ I did appoint. A transgression, ruthless aggression. Spinner belt, fans screaming at me. "You can’t wrestle!" Ninety-nine percent of my storylines suck balls. I just found out that All Elite suck more. I told you all this isn’t sports but entertainment. Make record profits and avoid the tax payments. You know you blow up when you have to split your brands. Try and launch a network and still lose most of your fans. This guy thought he had the X factor. So I said, "Dear Punk, you’re an independent contractor!" Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is W W E. Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! Johnny Ace, don't just stand there, operate! Steph’s not ready to lead, Vince isn’t ready to die. Shane sweats too much, and Linda barely survives. Are they growing or slowing? I can barely decide. Sunny drank a fifth of vodka. Dare her to drive? T N A feels very deprived. They ain't had an audience in years, well, Meltzer aside. Vince ripped like the Incredible Hulk Don’t sneeze when you talk, he’ll screw anything that walks. When I was little the wrestlers could say whatever they felt. Now how you going to cut a promo when you can’t say belt? I lay awake and think about the Fed. With my Roman Reigns vest on, and superman punch myself in the head. I'm steaming mad. And by the way when you see these lads? Tell them I called them a twat in this dream I had.