You sneak into a WWE creative meeting...

[seanwalsh]

dsr said:

Well, before I snuck in, I would've made some sort of chastity belt that was more like boxers. Then, once I snuck in, I'd slap that thing on Vince, so he'd never be able to expose his pasty, unfunny buttocks on national TV again.

Congratulations, you'd just give Vince to make Monty Brown the evil ECW Locksmith!

[davephlegmball]

Ask them if they know who Eddie Gilbert was and what his booking was like, and after seeing little or no response, say "I didn't think so. Here's what i think of you clowns" Then rip my smelliest fart of all-time, tell 'em to go back to writing day-time soap operas, and walk out.

[hotrod]

sit them down, make them watch Royal Rumble 1992, and ask them what they learned.

[Bobafett]

hypnoticgenes said:

For me it might be like the board room scene in "Dogma"

who'd be the one you'd spare though?

[DeadManFan13]

I think it's funny how many of you want to just kill the lot of 'em. I'd play it a little more covert. I wouldn't do anything to disrupt the meeting, I would remain in hiding and gather up all the WWE information if that was possible. Then, after learning all about the plans for the next three months of WWE programming I'd give it to TNA. Why? Because that was the thing that started the attitude eras rise and created great wrestling programming. If the ideas that WWE were planning suddenly come up on TNA programming then they would have to re think all of them in theory. Of course that's giving the WWE/TNA minds a lot of credit. Most likely I'd have to set it up a bit more than that. Imagine if you discovered a covert plot to ruin TNA by bank rolling Russo's return to wrestling. That could be very profitable information indeed.

However let's say I only had a few moments and I was easily seen by everyone in there. I'd toss in a flash bang grenade, slit Johnny Ace's throat with a british commando knife, and then destroy all the WWE's written plans and contracts. I would use just a few household items or office implements to defend myself as I attempted a hasty retreat. The security agents would have to take me down hard, and when they did, I'd give them one nasty fatal surprise. I would have infected myself with a biological agent which would be secreted through my blood and sweat. Everyone who came in contact with me and the air around me for one hundred feet would soon become carriers of a deadly airborne virus. Survivors would be left to pick up the pieces and most likely the WWE would shut down for restructuring. I wouldn't live to feel the impact, so why would I care?

I only mention this in fantasy, of course. I guess in the end I end up just like a lot of you, killing them I mean. But what do want for about five minutes of thought?

[odanobunaga]

I would jump at Johnny Ace, put him in the camel clutch, break his back, wax his ass, make him humble, old contry way!