"As I sat backstage drinking coffee, watching the TV like a man who'd commit suicide if he could find anything more boring to do, the squash match had finally ended. The audience was asleep, their eyes rolled back in their heads. All they needed was to stop their heartbeats and we could legally have them sent off to the morgue, where they'd probably be happier. It was definitely time for someone with talent to go out there and get on the stick, start a fire in the crowds that would take over the building and build to a bright, towering inferno of applause and cheers. Instead, they had Mabel squashing a WrestleCrap gimmick. Whoever booked this show clearly had the hollow, cold heart of a snake."
Aw hell, if you don't play video games, you won't get it.
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