Damijin Spade
"Nobody cares enough to join some old man's league of a**-kissers."
"Agreed, everyone knows that the only reason anyone joins up with Vince McMahon is to further their own careers because they can't cut it by standing alone."
"And it seems that Booker T has gotten up there in age and he wants something to hold on to. You know what I mean, bro?"
The two voices come from the current Unlimited Women's Champion, Damita Ace and her brother, the newly engaged Snypa Rifle. They're laughing at Booker T's attempt at kissing a** for a shot at Jed's Undisputed Championship.
*Booker T remembered Snypa's attack and played it cool.*
Yeah, because you think you can cut it alone? Snypa, right? That clothesline from behind really shows that you're a man.
*Booker snapped his fingers.*
So, Synpa, I bet you're the World Heavyweight Champion. Oh, no, you're not. Jed is.
No, you're actually the Intercontinental Champion. Oh, that's not it either.
Hmmm. Let me think. You're the United States Champion. Oh wait, that's me. I must be getting old.
No, you're the World Tag Team Champion. Oh, no, that's my man, Ace, right here.
Hold on, I got it. You're the Hardcore Champion. No, you're not him.
Wait, Wait, Wait.
*Booker T snapped his fingers again.*
You're the Women's Champion. Oh, no, that's your finance.
*Booker T motioned toward Damita Ace.*
Let me think. It seems that you have no gold around your waist. Dawg, I know you're just coming into this business so I'm going to let your attack slide. Talk to me again when you have some hardware, okay, suckaaaaa!