The Amazing Rando

That camera crew was shoddy. That camera should have fell to the ground and a bum rush to the limo should have occurred.

C&M should have rushed the limo like "OH MY GAAAAWD!" and Murdoch should have tried to save him.

Okay, who was the dude in black next to Daivari?

The explosion was MASSIVE. I love Tazz. (I mean, it was a big explosion, but he just cliched that) Oh, and it is now completely and totally official that WWE programming is more than likely the only programming ever that is both fictional and shows its own live audience during it's program (and, in a way, the live audience is just as much a character as anyone else).

He built the bomb out of orange juice, a AAA battery, and Funaki.

It'll be really odd if Vince's plane crashes or something and then the WWE actually does have to say that he blew up in his car.

"Saba Simba........"

There might be quite the good place in McMahonism.

Lashley did it when he found out Vince was going to have him wrestle six times last night. When that didn't happen, he wanted to disarm the bomb - only to be then stripped of the ECW title - so he was like "fuck him".

Tom Flesher was having a long day. His private jet to the United Kingdom had not been as adequately stocked as he would have liked, leaving him to suffer the pain of ingesting box wine that Joseph Peters had probably stuck in there last Fourth of July. It tasted like the sweat a ring-rat might squeeze away from used canvas, but with enough cigarettes to last him until the JFK assassination is solved, he was able to survive – just barely. With that behind him, he stared out his for-the-week office at Wembley Stadium and tried to ignore the two men standing behind him. Well, one of the two men, anyway. “What are we going to do about this?” Alan Clark had been trying to contact him for two days. Problems with alcohol aside, Tom was happy that he had left his cell-phone charger in his hotel room in Tampa. “We?” Tom finally spun his chair around to face his new World Champion and the bodyguard behind him. “You know what I’m talking about. There has been way too much of this ‘I want to come back and get a title shot’ stuff happening around here! I came back and you didn’t hear a peep from me about a title shot! I had to earn my Cruiserweight Title opportunity and I didn’t even ask to be in the International Championship match last Christmas!” “I think you need to lower your voice.” Tom was trying to stay low-key, given his mental state. “He is going to have to prove to me that he deserves it. And shouldn’t you be worrying about Jay, Johnny, or—“ “I don’t have that championship anymore. I’m above it!” this draws a roll of the eyes from the Commissioner. “And so what if Johnny Dangerous wins? It’s not like I haven’t beaten him before. Jay Hawke? He rode Landon’s coat-tails and then couldn’t even cash in on the big one when it counted!” “Okay, and you are expecting Spike Jenkins to 'cash in on the big one' as you put it?” “I saw something in his eyes and it was not love or compassion, Flesher. That’s not exactly the same Jenkins under that scraggily mop..." Alan pauses, "So what are we going to do about this?” “We aren’t going to do a thing, Clark. If he proves that he is worthy of a title shot then he will get one. Zyon didn’t prove himself so he didn’t get it, if Spike doesn’t then you have nothing to worry about.” Tom stares across the desk and can see that Alan’s mental wheels are turning. “And I know every word of that contract you have frontward, backward, and sideways. Do not try and derail my shows.” Alan frowns, but only for a moment, then slowly a smirk starts to form. “...And if I see that Max fellow running around, well, let’s just say WE are going to have some serious problems.” So much for that smirk. “Fine. I’ll see you Friday. Can’t have a Storm without the Heavyweight Champion of the World.” Alan turns, patting Walter Reynolds on the chest and signaling towards the door. “Let’s go. We have a meeting with the Pepsi-Max people in an hour…” Tom audibly groans just as Alan is about to disappear through the door. “Just kidding, Tom. Disney is all about Coca-Cola.” The door closes and Flesher can do nothing but shake his head and turn his chair back around to pour another drink.

It's not like they flew a plane into it. Or HHH fucked it.

To bad he's going to ECW.

You are conditioned against it. Damn MTV.

This only works if Vince appears still alive only being able to say "Chris Masters" over and over. And yes, then the killer must be Aurora.

I didn't like the fact that the video back-tracked a few seconds (the door opening, foot coming out) before it suddenly blew up.

"For more information, go to WWE.com"

Who was the big dude next to Patterson and Brisco?

Vince McMahon looks like he needs to be suffocated with a pillow by Chief.

Tell me I didn't just see that!?

That...is total bullshit. I wanted Kennedy/Edge... BAD.

one will be RVD

THE EYES! THE EYES!

Remember Kane/Batista going head-to-head during the Evolution days and the crowd just BOOMING?

It's been like 12 years. Forgive me.

if the Worlds Strongest Man cant do it, who can? HBK isn't in it, but he once took out both Mabel and Yokozuna at the same time.