This must be Monday Night RAW, we just got a Wendy's chant.
My dad is the reason I actually started watching wrestling. My dad was never big into sports; we were all big into sports as kids, and he'd go to our Little League games or whatever and not really know what was going on, because he didn't know about sports, but he knew about wrestling.
Me Brock Lesnar. Here comes the pain. God built me strong. Forget to give me brain.
There's no way I can tag team with Randy Orton; he just wears too much baby oil!
... there's been a lot of balls that have been pounding in that end zone.
I think we all have experiences when we were young where we either had an interaction with someone we admired or you know, had a vision of how they were and found out that they weren't necessarily that and that it tends to be a big let down sometimes.