The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather?

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, non-stop sunshine.

I put on the old music mesh because that's how I felt between that fourth match and that fifth match.

I mean, you're not fucking wrong, dude.

You're not fucking wrong.

This has been a really exciting war games.

I am really happy to be here for the second show of the day.

Hey, can we do some more shitbox voicemails?

Cause, uh, fucking hell, dude.

I mean, it's, and I, I try to be, I try to be fucking positive about this company.

I play the devil's advocate.

I'm like, oh, war games can't be so bad.

I know we're leading into it with some really weak, weak fucking raws and smackdowns as of late.

But you know what? It's the last quarter, right? They're going to pick it up that it's fucking serious time now, right? We're past Thanksgiving. It's serious time. From here on out, this is where

WWE and TKO are going to make their best money. So now they got to put the real shit forward.

Okay? Like fine. Yeah. Yeah. No? No, that's not. Hey, Nikki gave me half a chub tonight, huh?

So, oh,

that's,

wow,

that's even generous. Oh, no, she's like, she looks okay in black. I was kind of surprised. I'm like, oh, maybe she should have been. Oh. Another Latino, God, girl. Um, no, I gotta tell you for the reaction she came out to.

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