Bobby: Let me handle this, James. You wanna talk about people loving heels. Well, I'm afraid to be the one who breaks the news to you, but you aren't a real heel. You wanna know what a real heel looks like then look right here at me.Cause, I'm such a heel that I hit my own friend with a beer bottle, busted him wide open, spit at him, and took his World Title. Now, that's a heel.
Damien: look at these pairs squabbling amongst themselves. Its almost as if we are listening to married couples banter. This, is whats wrong with the wwe, along with hulk hogan
DZ: Seems I touched a nerve by telling some home truths.. well here's a couple more, Me and Swagger don't intend on dropping these titles anytime soon. Not to you guys, not to Beer Money or the Kings and certainly not too DX!
I'm not interested in fighting backstage either, I wouldn't want to wreck these looks and quite frankly, the women wouldn't want me to wreck these looks either. so I'm going to be the bigger man and walk away while carrying my title! *Points at the title* This title, one half of the tag team titles.. I would let one of you guys hold it. But I wouldn't want the touch of a loser to stain it..
*Ziggler jumps back in fear of Young losing his cool again*
DZ: You want another shot at these titles? Go and speak with Teddy, in fact.. Go and speak with Eve instead since I hear she's practically running the place now. Maybe you will get the chance and win this time.. *Ziggler smirks* After all.. your luck has got to change sometime right, surly you cant keep losing forever.
*O'Neil and Young start snickering from behind him.*
A.W.: I mean, I've heard of bringing home the bacon and all but this is just ridiculous.
*The snickering quickly turns to laughing.*
A.W.: No wonder they call you guys a stable.*
*Young is keeling over while O'Neil slings and arm around his shoulder, laughing along with him.*
A.W.: One question: does DSW sell shoes for hooves?
*Young nearly collapses on the floor laughing.*
A.W.: Now there we go, fellas! Laugh! Be happy! Ain't nobody got time for moping. We're the Primetime, baby! We only got time for winnin' and winnin' we will indeed do! Those championships that is! Hahahahahahaha! Millions of dollars, Ziggy! Millions of dollaaaaaaaas!!!!
Young: You know what? Let's bounce! I'm in the mood for some a dat Chipotle's!
O'Neil: Naw, man. I say White Castle!
A.W.: You know what? I'll take you to both. You deserve it! C'mon, men. Let's leave this chump to show off to someone who actually cares aka not us! Hahahahahahaha!
*The Primetime Players all turn around to leave the locker room and go to the parking lot.*