I Hear Your Chants. I Hear Your

Pro Wrestling Was There, And I Was Good At It, Thank God. I Started Getting A Lot Of Offers, But Unfortunately, At Wwe I Was Under A Tight Leash. I Think It Had A Lot To Do With The Rock Making The Transition, And Me Possibly Being The Next Guy - You Know, The Company Didnt Want To Lose Another Top Performer.

I Became The First Ever Euro-continental Champion In Wwf History. Well, Besides D-lo Brown, But He Doesn't Count.

I Hear Your Chants. I Hear Your Cat Calls. And Yes It's True. I'm Obsessed With Other Men's Balls. Word!

I Wasn't Surprised At All. In Fact, I Thought, Why Stop There? Why Not Add The Big Show, Or Chris Jericho, Or The Whole State Of Nebraska For That Matter? And Don't You Think A Wrestling Ring Is A Little Old School, Lilian? Why Not Put The Match In A Shark Tank, With Real Live Sharks? Hungry Sharks! And The Only Way To Beat Your Opponent Is To Stuff Him Down A Shark's Throat, And Pin The Shark. Wouldn't That Be A Hoot?

Hey, I Drank Milk That Was A Day Past Its Expiration Date. Now That Is Extreme!