NRO: Man, I haven't a clue. Mark Xamin has one guy named after the dog from the Jetsons - and he's a champion to boot, he's got another cat who thinks he's the X-Men bad guy Juggernaut. And then he's got the guy who think's he's the secret ingredient in Professor Plutonium's batch of goo that made the Power Puff Girls.
DCO: What's Xamin's fettish for Cartoon characters??
NRO: Knowing Xamin, he has a contract with Cartoon Network's Boomerang.
DCO: Makes perfect sense.
NRO: How's that?
DCO: Explains why he keeps bringing back fossils like you, Pledge, Blair, Magnus, Blood, Adams.....bunch of has been's.
NRO: What?!?!?
DCO: But you know what you got they don't dog?
NRO: What?
DCO: You're an Osbourne. Not just any Osbourne. Not a Tim, Tom, David, Eric...
NRO: Bob, Steven, Marcus, LeRoy....
DCO: Jimbo, Bubba, Hercules, Lil Dayday, Mammanem...
NRO: ......
DCO: Oh, my bad. Listen. Bro, you're a has been, and you still are and you still will be tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day afterthat...
NRO: Shut the fuck up with that shit already. God damn.
DCO: Now me, I'm a big fat cunt who doesn't have any business being within ten feet of a wrestling ring unless I've got a cold beer, a funnel cake, and a ticket stub, ya dig?
NRO: Kind of like Blair?
DCO: For sure.
NRO: Yeah, you have let yourself go, ya tool. Hey speaking of letting yourself go, did you see Pledge at the gym working out the other day, I e-mailed you the link to it on YouTube...
DCO: Yeah, he's still got guns, but he'll be so damned out of breath just tryng to get his hands on you. He's been spending too much time with Trixie at Don Russo's Spaghetti House in East Rochester. Home skillet looks like he's put on an extra 15-25 pounds, and it ain't in all the right places. Sad he still wears the same ring outfit....not flattering broseph.
NRO: Yeah, he does look like shit. You know why Pledge has had the downfall he's had?
DCO: Same reason my career went to shit when you took your leave.
NRO: Which is....
DCO: You really are a prick for making me say this you know that right?
NRO: Fershizzle. Now say it....say Mr. Beefy
DCO: Mr. Beefy.
NRO: What were we talking about again?
DCO: Oh, right. Uhm, it was how Pledge not having you arond to make him look half way decent even when he loses, took its toll on him and how he had all but given up, but now that you have reared your ugly ass back in his life, he has the certain mojo about him again. As if he moves with a purpose...
NRO: Wow, you really are gay aren't you?
DCO: I'm not even answering that, dick.
NRO: Is that a yes then? A maybe? "Robbie, let Chris win every once in awhile would ya?" Oh man, if he could see your lard ass now. You know, it's probably my fault for not making you earn that win. If I hadn't laid down for you and done the JOB at the PPV like my name was Paul Blair, you may have been something. Instead, look at you, you're just a fat nightclub manager. MY night club at that. Now, get the fuck back to Nastyville and keep shit in check, less I have em padlock the fridge. Now.
DCO: Ok, I'm going, but seriously. You have to say something to Mark about the cartoon characters, its getting ridiculous, what's next, Huckleberry Hound??? Do you have a match this week?
NRO: If you want to call it that. Some curtain jerker. I doubt he'll show. You out now?
DCO: Hasta.
