Empirical proof that wrestling is gay. There is *nothing* that those two juggalo guys could do in that ring that would be more entertaining than *anything* those two bikini clad women could do. If they invent the cure for cancer and juggle it on horseback while on fire, I'd still rather watch bikini lesbians quietly reading.
HLA was like the stupidest fucking thing the WWE has done in a long time, and this was the worst segment from the whole thing.
Fun fact: this actually _did_ go on for three minutes before the fat minorities came out. Just two moderately attractive "lesbians" awkwardly pawing at each other. Totally one of those "looks good on paper" things, trust me.