Vince: We’ve done it! The world’s most obnoxious asshole is now one of us!
Cena: Hecks yeah, time to celelebrate, son. Let’s go get burgers on a SESAME SEED BUN.
Presle: You guys do realize that I wasn’t even close to being serious, right?
Vince: But of course you were! You watched a DVD!
Presle: I fell asleep, actually. It’s a great cure for insomnia!
Vince: What? No!
Presle: YEP. Now where’s the door?
Cena: You’re trapped here like a bunch of caged mice. You lied to us, and that wasn’t nice!
Presle: Pretty sure kidnapping, false imprisonment, and I assume rape are worse than lying, bro.
Vince: You’re not going anywhere! We’ll break you yet! If I can’t make you a Cena fan, I’ll make you an ORTON fan!
Presle: No you won’t.
Vince: Santino? SONAMAGUN!
Presle: No.
Vince: Sheamus, fella?
Presle: No.
Vince: The Dwayne? He’s in movie films!
Presle: I hate him more than Cena.
Vince: Batista? He’s back, you know!
Presle: That’s so exciting, I forgot to care. It’s probably thanks to me, anyway.
Vince: Damn you and your opinions!
Presle: Motherfucker, nothing you do is gonna work. You may as well let me go.
Vince: Why, so you can return to your depressing world of hookers and cheap whisky?
Presle: Who told you about that whisky? Look, forget that. There’s gotta be a deal we can make that ends in me getting outta here.
Vince: Well, I…
Presle: Oh! OH! Old Vince is thinking about letting me go! WHAT A MANEUVER!
*Slaps Vince on the ass. HARD.*
Vince: Ouch! Okay, fine. You can leave. But only if you promise to never make fun of me or ANY WWE superstar ever again.
Presle: Even Miz?
Vince: ESPECIALLY MIZ.
Presle: Fine. You have my word.
The Internet: *GASP*
Vince: Alright. You’re free, then.
Presle: Can I get a ride or some cab fare or something?
Vince: No.
Presle: Fuck.
Vince: Now get out of my sight before I change my mind!
Presle: *leaves*
Later…
(Presle’s laptop flies open)
Vince: WELCOME. EVERY. ONE. TO. MONDAY. NIGHT. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!
Presle: Sucker!
The End