Ooooh, Yeah, my little wrestling buddies... While those pukes and pansies at the WWE, WWF and WW-whatever are still afraid to employ the talent of yours truly, I decided to take my show to the streets, yeah.
Yesterday with my trusty bandanna, drawstring parachute pants and steel chair in tow, I took the great sport of wrestling directly to my fans, ooooh yeah. I parked my diesel, dual axel, extended cab commuter vehicle on top of a Prius, then waited in the city park for my first match. Ooooh yeah, this tough guy walking his poodle, shot me a look, but I answered back with a head butt and a flying leg kick. His puny mutt took a bite out of my favorite pants, but I turned him into a furry little Frisbee for a Doberman in the end, ooooh yeah.
The dude got up for some more of the Macho Man, but with the patented sleeper hold applied, he fell to the grass like a ...
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