The funniest part about all this Vince stuff, for me, is watching all the bitter jobbers and mid-card guys, like Paul London, coming out of the wood work to dance on Vince's grave.
Watching them pretend like they care about women after spending their entire careers taking advantage of women on the road is laughable.
It's so blatantly obvious that guys like London thought they should have been main eventers even though they were charisma vacuum workrate fags who never got a clue.