No I can't photoshop, and no, I don't care.
Punk is backstage practicing his Rockette’s dance routine when Eve shows up to wish him luck. Blah Blah, crazy-chick, blah, hoeski, blah. Just take your shirt off Eve…that’s all you should be doing right now. Christ.
Anyhow, there’s more of Santino backstage looking for clues. He runs into Khali and they exchange funny foreign sounding words. Khali has no idea what the hell’s going on and tries to eat the cell phone Santino left with him. I don’t know. I don’t care. This is stupid.
We get another MITB World Heavyweight Championship qualifying match between Sin Cara and Heath Slater. Guess who’s going to win this?
What? Where am I? How'd you people get in here? Cherry soda is warm today. Get off my lawn you damn kids!
Good match, not great, but fun. Slater of course loses and then challenges ANY FORMER CHAMPION to come to the ring right now. And it’s Bob Backlund. Bob Backlund is like 200 years old and is wearing a Depends® brand wrestling diaper. On his way to the ring, Bob Backlund stopped and forgot what he was doing and where he was going no fewer than five times.
He finally got in the ring. Fell down, crapped himself, then made Heath tap out with a reverse Geritol Enema or something. I don’t know. Bob was great in his time, but 200 year old Bob is an embarrassment to himself.
Now Cole is talking about the WWE.com poll where you can vote on him having a match with Lawler. 75% of you bastards voted yes and I will hunt you down and kill you. Each and every one of you. SHIT!
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