All your heroes are dead! I killed them!
Don't look at me like that, Michael Cole.
Look! I can't even wear glasses because my ear is missing. I'm hardcore! I'm hardcore!
Welcome to the New Raw!
Right now, I would like complete silence when I'm talking.
It was violent, it was brutal, and it got down right uglyyy!
Michael Cole does not deserve to be piled on like many are doing. He deserves respect. Michael is fulfilling a role on a fictional, TV show. He has been 'cast' to play this role as best as he can. For those that have never sat in that particular seat, let me assure you that it isn't easy. Cole's new persona must be working because never before have so many fans, for better or for worse, commented on Cole's work.
Well, just another thing that Michael Cole brings to Monday Night Raw, he invited Laycool here, for whatever reason.
When you're with the nWo, when you're with Hollywood, you're just. . . too. . . sweet!
I'll open up a can of whoop-ass on you!
Security, we have a jumper! Security?
There's a first time for everything when I'm involved.
I realized my dream and was proud to be a Superstar. I never won a title, but being hired by WWE and being a Superstar, to me, was like winning a championship.
'You can't see me'? What are you playing? Peekaboo?
HB-Shizzle's gonna be honest with ya, okay. To hit these bad boys, you have to have pinpoint accuracy.
I want TNA to grow as a company, it’s better for me as a performer and me as a businessman. But how can they grow if every chance they get they are constantly talking about up north and the WWE?
Not only am I younger, but I'm better looking.
The Haas is here! And you can't see me!
These people want you to quit just like CM Punk did.
On the night Test faced the Great One, this is what he'll see. . . twelve sharpshooters stinging, eleven eyebrows raising, ten spines a'bustin, nine noggins knocking, eight kicks a'kicking, seven punches punching, six suplexes smashing, five seconds of the people chanting The Rock's name. . . four Rock Bottoms, three People's Elbows, on your two buckteeth, and an ass-kicking all over New Orleans!