It's the lapsed fan wrestling podcast with Jack and Carnaccio and J.P. Sorrow.

It's still real to be, damn it.

The lapsed fan.

In all my years in professional wrestling, I've never seen anything like it.

Oh my God.

Drop kick of the beauty.

The God of God!

Let's go out of comedy!

Let's kill me! Well, it's the laps fan man, number one in the ring. Forget about Sassato. We're the real king of swing. When the bell goes ding, the kick like me, thrown in the corner as a splash like sting. Even Jerry King will take off the crown, nodding his head like his Lilo Brown. When you get low down, where we go even higher.

Flip you on your head, but you know goo driver.

We be spitting more now that the dragon spits fire.

Give you more shock than when edge retires.

Dropping more truth than the kind of sniper.

Blash you with a coconut, Roddy Piper.

Jack of JP be like Y, D. Drop the cupcakes are quoting the brain by bees. The best podcast from start to close. If you all benefit, here's a five second pose. You know, sometimes, boss, we need a pallet cleanser. We're in the middle of the complete Hulk Hogan. We're bombarding people and we know we're about to hit him even harder than they could ever imagine as the story of Hulk Hogan unfolds.

But, you know, sometimes duty calls.

Sometimes the solar system says, you know what, something's happening out there, be it

in wrestling or at the box office that just requires our immediate attention for us to clear

the decks and put something under the microscope.

And, I don't know, would you agree, does the smashing machine featuring the rock count?

Yes, yes, it absolutely does.

I mean, this is the next Iron Claw, basically, is what it is.

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