First off, Alexis, to win the Robbieball, you can't get more than one hand out. I rented one car to drive through that unnamed, unidentified, generic looking, could-be-anywhere parking lot, and that's it. That wasn't even to hit Austin, though, because a car running Austin over sounds like the dumbest thing in wrestling.

Second, Justice, for having that poor excuse of an impersonator involved, consider that yours.

The Bourbon impersonator from Justice Drake's earlier attempt walks on screen. It is all smiles as it approaches Robbie. Robbie punts it in the gut and delivers a devestating Robbiebomb to the concrete with a loud snap. The impersonator writhes on the ground.

Yo, Austin, you wanna pin this guy? Only Bourbon you're pinning this week.

Robbie wipes the sole of his boot across the impersonator's face.

Dumb ass motherfucker, gets himself eliminated from having a chance at winning the Robbieball by trying to convince people your Shasta ass is an ice cold Coca-Cola.