Hello, my intended...

Well, now that we've heard the Docs version, we can listen to the facts...

FACT: The Doc was a part-timer in (censored)... A moonlighter. A temp. However, his ego was considered full-time with paid vacation... The brass had to pay him to shut up. However, we saved TONS on heating the venues, since Doc provided enough hot air to thaw a mastodon - just have him cut a promo an hour before the show... Heh.

FACT: Shortly after my arrival in (censored), Dr. Neverfear... Must... Not... Laugh... Agreed to a Loser is Suspended for Thirty Days match against one of the leagues bowl-overs by the name of (censored). He said that he'd be happy to mix it up with me, sure, but then the 'amazing' happened... The jobber won. The Doc was banned from cutting promos or being in the arena for thirty days. Of course, being a man of high ethics and honor, SEVEN days later he cut a promo saying he'd be on me like a cheap suit for daring to try to overpower and 'take control' of (censored)... Here it is, what, seventy days later? Does this seem like the actions of someone who never backs away from a challenge?  No, clearly not.

FACT: While the Doc is one of the better wrestlers out there - especially if you ask him, just have some time to kill - he is but a measly speck of insignificance compared to the awesome spectacle that is the Angel of Death Most Exalted. Doc is one of those guys that picks a bitch - in this case, Neige - and stays faithful... Hell, when you think about it, I guess that's what I'M doing... Heh. Of course, I prefer to tell people that kind of thing to their face, but Doc didn't run backwards too much...

FACT: Someone once said that if you tell a ridiculous lie enough times, people will begin to believe it... I lost count at seven with your denials of cowardice, but I'm sure there were more than that... Heh. And for the record, it's m-o-o-t. MUTE is what everyone wishes YOU were.

Now to business... It seems the Doc has deigned to acknowledge his Italian heritage. Fine. But let's consider what that heritage means... Italy is generally the FIRST place conquered whenever someone attacks Europe, and aside from when they kissed our American asses in World War One, were NEVER on the winning team of ANY war. Certainly a proud warrior history, there... Heh. Sure, you can probably sneak in the Romans, but when THEY could fight, it was the capital of Greece. Come to think of it, it still IS - just under a different SPELLING. G-r-e-a-s-e.

Sure, alot can be said for Italians... You'd have to, since most of it isn't fit for print, but I digress... Suffice to say that the only thing they have to be proud of - Columbus Day - is the result of one of them getting lost looking for a shortcut, and then saying, "Uh, I meant to do that. Yeah, that's the ticket..." What was that, a little over five hundred years ago? I guess the secret is PACING yourself...

Honestly, Doc, do you think someone that watches Nickelodeon Cartoons is on a level with such as I? It is to laugh... While knowing the afternoon lineup makes you a genius compared to the other mamalukes in your mail-order mobster neighborhood, it makes you a pinhead shaved ape compared to human beings. Sure, I could call you Sillystring Mpty Pants like I did in (censored), but seeing as you've run the gamut on my name I don't see the need... For me, such cuts are an aside, but for you it's your HERITAGE to change people's names... Who BUT an Italian thinks 'Louie Two-Times' is easier to remember than 'Luigi'?

So you see, Doc, you might be able to convince the two twerps that drive the meat-wagon reserved for your patients that you're not frightened, but anyone with two brain cells to rub together - which is to say, anyone less than one-quarter Italian - sees through you. And they'll have an even EASIER time of it once I punch a hole in your CHEST. You think you can beat me? Fuhgeddaboudit. Feel free to cut and paste, since it's embarrassing to see you misspell your own racial ignorance... Here's a hint, if ever you decide to learn a second language - think ENGLISH. I guess the 'M' is for Marone... Heh.

Normally, I'd LET you buy a ticket on Bobo's Wild Ride, but you're probably only doing it so you can let the rest of the neighborhood in through the fire exit... So I'll GIVE you a ticket... And when the Ride is over, you can tell the Devil you just DISCOVERED HELL. Gotta keep those traditions alive, right?

You're welcome... See you SOON.