CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'S LESS THAN TEN YEARS SINCE ANGLE DEBUTED?
That's a short time in which to go to ECW then cry because they're hitting each other with little sticks, become the fastest WWF/E 'Grand Slam' belt holder, obtain Bob Baklund as a manager, swiftly dispose of Bob Baklund as a manager, aggravate a neck injury, job your unbeaten streak to Tazz on WWF/E debut at MSG, aggravate a neck injury, form a useless partnership with Stephanie McMahon then have the least realistic on screen kiss with her, quickly become the most technically proficient wrestler of recent times, because a great heel with brilliant cheeseball humour on the stick, aggravate a neck injury, take some prescription pain pills, go on a long chain of main events five-star matching with some of the best and most varied wrestlers of modern times, take a few more prescription pain pills, form an awesome heel duo with Stone Cold only for a confused Invasion angle to fuck it over, take some pain pills, Main event a few Wrestlemania's, be concussed a few times, take a few pain pills, lose respect by mewling like a baby when embarassed by a wannabe like Dan Puder on live TV, take some pain peels, have a fight with Eddie Guerrero backstage not long before his death and then have the disrespect to not really forgive him for it afterward because you're so fucked on pain pills, pick up a DUI and then mewl like a baby in every "shoot" interview because the old lady you almost killed "want's attention", take some pain pills, split up with your wife, have a few more fights backstage, pick up a DUI, stomp off out of WWE like a mewling baby because you're hooked on pain pills and won't admit it, find your name on every list leaked to the media of wrestlers being provided dodgy fake prescribed pain pills, join TNA, get back together with your wife, look amazing and brilliant all over again with your wife who is amazingly making an effective heel, take some more pain pills like they are morning cereal, split up with your wife, take some pain pills, start fucking an absolute pig on the TNA roster, take some pain pills, cry like a mewling baby and use all your backstage influence to fire the right hand men of TNA's owner's son, refuse to job the title out after yet another DUI because you're by now hopelessly smacked out on pain pills and totally inable to admit your own shortcomings, thereby rapidly losing the respect of many of the fans you hard worked so hard to destroy your own body in earning.