Vince McMahon is such a grotesque figure that you can never be too sure that any of this isn't a simulation, that you aren't a mere bystander in his story cruelly granted consciousness through the laws of the multiverse.
He is, simply, too broad and on-the-nose an antagonist in a satirical takedown of modern America.
Vince McMahon helpfully offered to become the onscreen father of his daughter's real, biological child when he wondered aloud how to properly monetise her. When Stephanie declined, he understood. Of course. I'm too old, that would be disgusting.
What about your brother Shane?
Blasphemy; simulated mock necrophilia; implied rape; terrorist attacks committed with piano wire; widow-pesterin'; simulated murder by hanging: angles in which women are dehumanised to the status of canines; angles in which cunnilingus is forced upon women; angles in which Olympic heroes express their desire to engage in "beastiality sex" with the black wives of their fellow athletes: all have made air.
There are however some ideas that Vince balked at, or otherwise couldn't bring himself to promote for longer than a week - and think of the ground, littered with piles of such good sh*t, that that covers...