'Hello?'
'Simba, it's Jericho.'
'I'm not in the mood right now, Jericho.'
'Oh, sure, when you want to talk, I'm expected-'
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'Hello?'
'Who the hell gave you the right to hang up on me? I'm the Undispu-'
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'Look-'
'Hang up on me one more time, and the world finds out about the Princess's miscarriage!'
'I'm sorry about that, Mr Jericho. This is Maria, Shane's wife. Now isn't a really good time. Can you call back later, please?'
'I'm the Undisputed Champion, damnit! A Living Legend!'
'I understand, but-'
'I just need half a minute, alright? Can I please have half a minute with the great Shane-O-Mac?'
Silence. Then, 'What is it, Jericho?'
'I was just wondering if you ever found out who was behind that tape? You know, the one where the doc pretends to be an actor.'
'What do you care, Jericho? All you care about is your damned self.'
'Call it curiosity, okay?'
'I call it none of your business.'
'Why do you want to know? What's in it for you?'
'Like I said before, come WrestleMania you'll understand. It's tomorrow, you know that?'
'No, I didn't, but thanks for telling me.'
'So, who was it?'
Pause. 'If you can believe it, it was Linda.'
'Your -'
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