Looks like the 4 Horsemen group will be called "The Evolution".
So my question is which one of you people are going to be the first to photoshop the cover of Darwin's "The Origin of Species" with Triple H as an ape man?
Wouldn't Triple H be the opposite of evolution since he is Neanderthal man and all?
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Originally posted by wafflekingLooks like the 4 Horsemen group will be called "The Evolution".
Well, that explains the possible HHH/Nova (why Mike Bucci had to cut his hair) confusion. Seeing how Trips stole his team name.
I have a special friend. He's the baby Jesus and I love him and...and...he don't give me no s**t and he don't f**k around and he's just the f**king coolest guy and I wanna say I love the baby Jesus.I can't say enough.I love the baby Jesus and I think...he's the best thing and he's really great when he shares his love for everbody.You know what I mean?I can't even see a manger without thinkin' about him,eh?I just love the Jesus.I've only been into him for a couple of hours though,but I'm really into him.--Bruce McCulloch
Originally posted by OlFuzzyBastardI actually agree with Scott Keith on this one - isn't Evolution the opposite of Degeneration? That's actually a kinda clever name.
The opposite of degeneration is regeneration!
(The opposite of evolution is...devolution, I guess)
Evolution? The only thing that Orton and Batista will evolve into is jobbers for HHH when this group runs its course and HHH the Caveman needs fresh hosts to continue his evolution into the biggest cancer wrestling has ever seen.
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
Originally posted by WpobEvolution? The only thing that Orton and Batista will evolve into is jobbers for HHH when this group runs its course and HHH the Caveman needs fresh hosts to continue his evolution into the biggest cancer wrestling has ever seen.
Sorry to bust your bubble, Wpob, but that cancer label is reserved for Stephanie's voice.
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Just for a second last night, I thought HHH was going to turn on Flair.
Also, with Flair running his fingers through his hair and his rumpled tie, all I could think of Jack Lemmon in Glengarry Glen Ross.
I don't care what they call themselves as long as it doesn't start with Four and end in Horsemen.
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Originally posted by WpobEvolution? The only thing that Orton and Batista will evolve into is jobbers for HHH when this group runs its course and HHH the Caveman needs fresh hosts to continue his evolution into the biggest cancer wrestling has ever seen.
Sorry to bust your bubble, Wpob, but that cancer label is reserved for Stephanie's voice.
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Ringmistress,
Stephanie's vocie and what she has done to destroy wrestling is nothing comparted to Captain Caveman. He is the true disease and I don't think there is a cure.
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
Wow, thanks! This is the first time I've seen one of these, though I see my accuracy wasn't much past 50/50. Granted, a lot of my 'predictions' were hopeful guesses, not who I actually thought was going to be booked to go over.