May 27th, 2008...Fifth Annual WWE Memorial Day BBQ...
Mike Adamle:
Good barbiecute, Master McMahon.
Vince McMahon:
(grilling) Uh.
Sure thing.
Adamle:
I usually have barbiecutie with my house on the 5th of July or something.
Say.
Can I have a hot burger?
Vince:
Sure.
They're all hot, actually.
Adamle:
I'm sure.
My mistake.
(looking on the grill)
Can I have one of those ham dogs too?
Vince: (serving him)
This can't be real.
Adamle:
The Tazz in a stretchy match.
Vince:
Not only does that not make any sense, it's also not even a sentence.
Adamle smiles, puts a napkin in his mouth, and walks away without warning.
Triple H and Shawn Michaels come walking in as he exits.
Triple H:
So I says to him, I says, look.
The talent wellness thing isn't all bad.
After all, it shows what some guys are really made of, you know?
Shawn Michaels:
Sure.
Sure.
Hunter:
I mean look at Booker T.
He used to be huge.
Now he's all small.
You know?
I don't even think he's 250 pounds anymore.
(Calling off) Yo.
Hey Booker.
A group of wrestlers are talking in the corner.
The one being yelled to by Triple H turns around.
Kofi Kingston:
Are you talking to me?
Hunter:
Yeah.
How much you weigh now, Book?
Kofi:
Me?!
Hunter:
Yeah.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry…(Correcting Himself) King Booker.
How much you weigh now King Booker?
I haven't seen you since you moved to ECW.
Kofi:
Dude.
I'm Kofi Kingston.
Hunter:
Yeah.
Hey.
I'm not saying you're not, brother.
I'm sure that you're mad fly, word-up, kofi, kingcrown, homeboy, or whatever.
I'm just asking how much weight you've lost since you got suspended for the thing earlier this year.
Kofi:
No, I mean I'm not Booker T.
Michaels:
See.
Now I always though that he was that was Method Man.
Vince:
Ha ha.
Oh.
That's our Hunter.
You gotta love him.
Kofi:
(annoyed) Whatever.
Vince:
No.
I'm not saying it in the whacky sitcom sense.
I'm saying it in the literal sense. Now let me finish.
(starting over) That's our Hunter.
You gotta love him…or you're fired.
Get the meaning, Coffee Kegstand?
Kofi:
I'm sorry.
Hunter:
Tell me you like my hair.
Tell me it's better than yours.
Kofi:
I do.
I do.
It's all shiny and stuff.
Hunter:
Now go do a spinneroonie in the pool.
Kingston quietly walks off towards the pool.
Vince:
(calling out)
He means the wrestling move.
Don't go pooping in my damn pool!
Michaels:
Psst.
Hey.
Who's this chick on wheels with those creepy Edge-looking things?
Vicki Guerrero, in her wheelchair, comes in.
Hawkins and Ryder are wheeling her.
One is dressed like Edge.
The other is not.
Vicki Guerrero: (screaming into a microphone)
MR. MCMAHON!
MR. MCMAHON!
LET!
LET!
LET ME SP…(long pause)….Let me speak!
I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!
Vince:
(confused)
I'm not stopping you.
I'm listening.
Vicki:
LET ME SPEAK!
MR. MCMAHON!
PLEASE!
MY FIAN…LET ME SPEAK!
MY FIANCE EDGE….CAN I PLEASE SPEAK?!
Hunter:
I'm getting a headache.
Michaels:
Dude.
Her microphone is made out of a toilet paper tube.
Vince:
What is this about?
Vicki:
I am Vicki…Guerrero…from Smack!
Down!
Michaels:
What the hell is "Smackdown?"
Hunter:
(looking down
at Vicki) What are ya, like crippled now or something?
Curt Hawkins:
No, man.
She's just really lazy.
Zack Ryder: Plus someone in production found this wheelchair that Brock Lesnar pushed Zach Gowen down the stairs in.
Michaels:
(making the uh-oh face) Uh oh!
He said Brock!
That's the magic word!
Hunter:
In the pool!
Hunter and Shawn lift up Vicki Guerrero and guide Hawkins and Ryder to the pool with force.
Vince: (calling out)
Make sure that Elijah Burkeish fellow doesn't poop in the pool!
Trevor Murdoch:
(running to the grill) Mr. McMahon.
There's something wrong with Mr. Kennedy.
Vince:
I like you.
You sing. Ah.
OK, so what's wrong with him?
Trevor: (pointing)
He's all bloated and puffy.
Look!
McMahon looks over. Shocked, he stops short and shakes his head in frustration.
Vince:
(looking upset) Yeah that's because that's not Ken Kennedy!
That's Ted Kennedy!
Ted Kennedy:
Hello.
Vince: (bewildered) Hey, Shane!
Get over here!
What the hell is this?!
Shane McMahon comes running in.
Shane McMahon:
(singing to himself quietly)
…Here it comes!
Here comes the money!
Money, money, money…(looking up)
What up, Poppyseeds?
Vince:
Right.
Don't call me Poppyseeds.
Will you explain to me why the hell Ted Kennedy is here.
Shane:
Uh, you told me to sign him to a contract.
Vince:
Uh, nooo I didn't!
Shane:
Remember when I told you about having Santino do a thing with Jimmy Kimmel's cousin Sal?
Remember you said, "Yeah.
Let's get Ted Kennedy and the kid who played Erkel while we're at it."
Remember that?
Well, Erkel said no, but here's Ted.
Ted Kennedy:
(raising his tied up hands) Hey, can you guys tell me why you hijacked my limo to bring me to a barbeque against my will?
Shane:
(nervously) OK, so Ted didn't exactly say yes either…but he didn't say no.
Vince:
(shocked and angered) I was being sarcastic!
I didn't mean to…(pause) wait.
(eyes bulging) We did that Cousin Sal thing?!
Shane:
Yeah.
Vince:
What the freakin' hell?!
Man.
I
gotta start watching these damn shows!
On top of all this -- where's Ken Kennedy?
No one picked him up this morning?
One of our brightest young stars?
A kid who could one day have the torch passed to him?
He has to be here.
Hunter: (grinning)
I can send Nick Hogan to go pick him up.
Everyone looks over.
Trips does a big exaggerated comedy shrug.
Vince:
That's our Hunter!
Everyone laughs.
Vince:
(unbuckling his belt) OK. Now, let's get this party started!
Million bucks to the first one who can guess how many hotdogs I have in my pants!
Bada-boom!
Mah-more-eeeal Day, beeeeeee-otches!
ClubWWI.com
Members,
check out all the recently posted audio reports including...
Posted Today
( 62
Minute Audio)
Mike Rickard's "Top Ten Title Reigns" Audio
It's top ten time as Mike Rickard looks at the top ten title reigns in wrestling. Size does matter but so does drawing ability and the prestige a wrestler brought to the belt. Who will make the cut and who won't?