Well, it seems that Ex-Foley has shown his true color... Yellow. Sure, he's a big, bad, hardcore fatman when he's coming at you from behind with a sledgehammer in his hand, but when it comes to facing off against the Angel of Death Most Exalted mano y mano... Well, we're just one mano short... Not that I blame him, of course... If I was as pathetic as HE, and I had to face something that was as far above him on the evolutionary scale as I am, I'd clam up and sneak out of town, myself... Mick, I've seen things with more backbone than you doing the backstroke in a TIDEPOOL.

You have the audacity to trot that gelatinous can of yours out in the middle of my title defense and - I admit - knock the crap out of me with a sledgehammer so that the old coot can steal the title... That wasn't bad enough, though, was it, you slobbering freak? No, clearly not... You THEN send that never-was hack Lett out to kick the wheels off his Model-T and grab the title for your 'stable'... Fine. Lett can only duck me SO long... He's been retired ONCE, and it'll only take one match to send him back to Gary, Indiana to do that public access Arsenio Hall crap - though this time from a wheelchair... But I digress...

Now, ExFoley... I have my doubts that you'll even SHOW UP in Cleveland... nI fact, I heard you're hunkered down in your basement with a blanket over your head hoping that I'll forget just HOW MUCH I OWE YOU... Not going to happen, fatboy. No gimmicks, no stips, no friends or alliances can keep me long from the RIGHTEOUS VENGEANCE that you are DUE. I can bide my time, surely... You got just a TASTE - no pun intended - of the FURY you have unwittingly set onto yourself, and the full MEAL will be something you'll wish you could live to regret... You see, when I had you up in the air in that Mandible Claw and you were squealing like a pig as I rammed the back of your skull into the ringpost... That wasn't pain, ExFoley. That was just me saying 'Hello'... When you come out of hiding, though... THEN you'll know PAIN. And when I've heaped upon you all the ruinous torture that your cellulite bag body can take... Well, then I'll show you how I say 'Farewell'...

Just goes to show you, doesn't it? Like gathers with like... Birds of a feather flock together, and all that cliche'd wisdom... The monsters gathered together as the Dark Stars, the wannabe monsters gathered together as the Dark Forces, and the cowardly backjumping scum gathered together as the Peach Posse Revolution... Fine. I even heard that these goofballs want a nine-man battle - with three men from each group squaring off... This pleases me, since the Dark Stars have a definite advantage... Being the only group with any MEN. Heh.

I don't know how or when that match will occur, but if Iwere any of you - I wouldn't lobby for it... A pissed-off Bobo isn't that much fun to have around, and it's even less fun to be his opponent... A word to the wise from your old buddy, Bobo....

You're welcome.... See you SOON.