I Hear Your Chants. I Hear Your

Your Olympic Hero Is Scheduled To Wrestle A Match Against The Man They Call The Big Red Retard; Not That I Have Anything Against Retarded People Cause I Don't. As A Matter Of Fact, I Have A Lot Of Retarded Fans Out There That Admire And Respect Your Olympic Hero, And I Wish Them Well.

Im In Professional Wrestling, Which Is What I Do For A Living. I Coordinate Stunts. I Memorize Them.

You Do Not Boo An Olympic Gold Medalist. I'm The Best In The World. I Came Here For You. You Don't Boo Me.

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 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?