John Bradshaw Layfield
Robert Roode
John Bradshaw Layfield
Robert Roode
Make way! Robert Roode is here!
cool :: Poses. ::
Now, where's Eric? If he's hiding from me, then he's smarter than I thought...
mad
:O You stole Ric Flair's Jacket-thingy..
Ah, JBL! May I have a word with you?
What can JBL do for you...
You know, JBL, ever since I went into my singles career, I noticed something very peculiar...
You and I are alike. I mean, you and me were in a tag team that held us back, we're both from New York, you have a goon (Orlando), I have a goon (Eric), we both have sexy assistants, we both use a lariat clothesline as a finisher, and also...We're both filthy stinkin' rich!
That's why I suggest we both become business partners. Yes, I know you decided to join Striker and Nowinski, but seriously...
Who needs intelligence, when you have...
:: Opens up suitcase to reveal cash. ::
Money? So what do you say? Join up with Robert Roode, Inc?
cool