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#OnThisDayInWWE 25 years ago (yesterday) at Judgment Day: Why can't poor Jerry Brisco just get the coffees for the McMahon-Helmsley Regime (or Faction as they're called here), instead of being challenged for his Hardcore Title everywhere he goes? Gerald BRISCO 🤼‍♂️ Brian Gewirtz Chaz Warrington Glenn Ruth

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WavneliusW.1 year ago

@Fgbrisco @bfg728 @ChazMosh @JCLayfield 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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@Fgbrisco @bfg728 @ChazMosh @JCLayfield @TheRealXPac was ahead of the game with the iced coffee

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