Well Hogan, it looks like you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to be the first in line to fight my big buddy over here! I hate your stinkin' guts! I always hated your stinkin' guts! You're an arrogant, lying, untalented, unprofessional prima donna shitstain, and that's why I'm glad that I volunteered to train this bear. I knew he had potential, Jim Cornette knows star power when he sees it, and that's why I trained him to be a champion...with a little help from some drunk Russians, of course. Hulk Hogan! you don't have the slightest idea of what you're about to face. You see this tennis racket? I normally hit people with this thing, but now that I'm managing a damn grizzly bear, there's no point! He rips 'em to pieces before I can even hit 'em! And in case you're wondering why this tennis racket is splattered with blood, that's why! Because this bear is no joke, Hogan! He's gonna tear your head off and take a big steaming bear shit right down your neck stump. And I'll be right there to laugh in your face as you die and go to hell along with your precious so-called Hulkamania.