The WWE was in Iowa after Summer Slam in New York City and in order to get
to the middle east and fight, they had to go to a recruiting office.
Luckily, a very large group of at least a hundred was at the Iowa station.
"Hey Vince, I got a question." Hulk Hogan spoke up. "How do we get in? We're bound to be recognized."
"Just use your real names." Vince McMahon replied.
"But my real name is Kurt Angle." Kurt cut in.
"Then wear a disguise." Vince McMahon answered. "Here, you know what? Watch me."
Vince walked over to the guard who stood by the door that lead out of the main lobby.
"Name?"
"Vince McMahon."
"Age?"
"Age!"
"Yes, age." The officer looked carefully at Vince. "Aren't you a little old to be in the military?"
"Old!" That did it, Vince exploded. "Now look here, boy, it doesn't matter how old I am! I want to go over, you want me over, it's a win-win agreement here! So you don't need my age, ok? How about you do this the easy way and just let me go through!"
"Yes sir!" The shocked solider let Vince pass.
"My turn, this will be easy." Kurt Angle went over.
"Name and age?"
"Kurt Angle, 34."
"Hey, aren't you a wrestler?"
"Uh, no."
"Then how come you're so buff?"
"Um, I played football."
"Oh ok, nice." He let Kurt pass.
"That was easy." Hulk Hogan replied.
"Ha, now watch me." Chris Jericho grinned.
"Name, age?"
"Chris Irvine, 32."
"Ok, go through that door to the exam room."
"Exam? As in physical!"
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh no." Chris Jericho began to think, he didn't want a check up! Finally he had a though, he'll just do what Vince did. "Look man, I want to go over there and you need me over there. SO how about you let me through and forget this physical? Or I can do it the hard way, and you don't want that!"
"Sir, every incoming cadet needs a physical. I can't make any exceptions, so either you get an exam or you don't go. And you don't want me to do it the hard way, now do you!"
"No, I'll go." Chris whimpered and slunk into the room.
"Name please?"
"Terry Bolea." It was Hulk Hogan's turn.
"Hey, aren't you Hulk Hogan?"
"No."
"Oh, sorry." The man let Hogan pass. "Darn, I could've gotten a celebrity's autograph, but it was just another dam Hollywood look-a-like."
Eventually everyone successfully made it passed, and Chris Jericho had to get a physical. But after those few hours passed, the WWE superstars were able to get their things and were ready to go.
"Hey Vince, I got a question." Hulk Hogan spoke up. "How do we get in? We're bound to be recognized."
"Just use your real names." Vince McMahon replied.
"But my real name is Kurt Angle." Kurt cut in.
"Then wear a disguise." Vince McMahon answered. "Here, you know what? Watch me."
Vince walked over to the guard who stood by the door that lead out of the main lobby.
"Name?"
"Vince McMahon."
"Age?"
"Age!"
"Yes, age." The officer looked carefully at Vince. "Aren't you a little old to be in the military?"
"Old!" That did it, Vince exploded. "Now look here, boy, it doesn't matter how old I am! I want to go over, you want me over, it's a win-win agreement here! So you don't need my age, ok? How about you do this the easy way and just let me go through!"
"Yes sir!" The shocked solider let Vince pass.
"My turn, this will be easy." Kurt Angle went over.
"Name and age?"
"Kurt Angle, 34."
"Hey, aren't you a wrestler?"
"Uh, no."
"Then how come you're so buff?"
"Um, I played football."
"Oh ok, nice." He let Kurt pass.
"That was easy." Hulk Hogan replied.
"Ha, now watch me." Chris Jericho grinned.
"Name, age?"
"Chris Irvine, 32."
"Ok, go through that door to the exam room."
"Exam? As in physical!"
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh no." Chris Jericho began to think, he didn't want a check up! Finally he had a though, he'll just do what Vince did. "Look man, I want to go over there and you need me over there. SO how about you let me through and forget this physical? Or I can do it the hard way, and you don't want that!"
"Sir, every incoming cadet needs a physical. I can't make any exceptions, so either you get an exam or you don't go. And you don't want me to do it the hard way, now do you!"
"No, I'll go." Chris whimpered and slunk into the room.
"Name please?"
"Terry Bolea." It was Hulk Hogan's turn.
"Hey, aren't you Hulk Hogan?"
"No."
"Oh, sorry." The man let Hogan pass. "Darn, I could've gotten a celebrity's autograph, but it was just another dam Hollywood look-a-like."
Eventually everyone successfully made it passed, and Chris Jericho had to get a physical. But after those few hours passed, the WWE superstars were able to get their things and were ready to go.