Greetings, my intended...

You have something to keep you awake at night, I'm afraid... Bobo is FREE. That's right, the Magic Carnival that houses Bobo's Wild Ride is on the road... This Saturday, I have a match against Terry Bollea... The Man Rogaine Forgot. I don't care if you call him Hulkster. I don't care if you call him Hollywood.

I'll call him 77.

Apparently, it is Bobo's lot to remove the people that are too darn stubborn to hang up their tights themselves... This pleases me. While it surprises me that Taz lost his title to this Old Yellow Dog... In fact, I'm surprised that Taz didn't just kick the plug out of the ol' fellas Life Support and take the 1-2-3, but that's another story...

So now Brother Bollea thinks he can hold a title? Again? Not only is that shameful, but it's ridiculous to even SUGGEST that Hulkywood is Extreme ANYTHING (okay, maybe EXTREMELY OLD)... You have been wrestling on borrowed time since the turn of the 20th century, Brother Bollea, and I think it's time you were retired before you can sully the sport any further. Perhaps you want to avenge the 'retirement package' I gave your former nWo flunkies? Perhaps you feel that it's high time Hulkamania ran wild again?

Ah, to dream the impossible dream...

The simple truth, Brother Hogan, is that you don't even have enough FRIENDS to take me on... Not your 'main man Sly Stallone', Thunderlips... Not your nWo buddies, Hulkywood... Not even all your little Hulkamaniacs with all the prayers and vitamins... You don't have the skill, Mr. Legdrop... You don't have the power, Mr. Penciled-Stubble. And you don't have the time....

When it comes to the Master of Mass Massacre, Brother... You just don't measure up. This Saturday, when you face off against me and take Bobo's Wild Ride, remember one thing....

Tap or SNAP is the only choice you have when you bid a fond Farewell to the FLESH.... Everything until then is a stall....