Well, as you can already guess, Bobo is going to swab the arena with Yurine's head... This pleases me... Of course, if he lives, we'll probably have to listen to him whinge and bawl about being cheated and whatnot... I even note that certain associates plan to be at ringside... While I appreciate the thought, I have no need of 'back-up' against such as Yurine... The very suggestion of such is ludicrous.... The So Be It Stuporman is, on the other hand, welcome to bring all the help he needs... In fact, as a suggestion, it'll take about four guys to gather up all the pieces of you I'm going to strew about the Superdome, and eleven 30-gallon trashbags... If he wants to bring his 'leader' Babble, fine... Babble already KNOWS what happens when he's on the Angel of Death Most Exalted's blacklist, and if he wants to try to save Yurine he'll just take another trip... Although I don't believe Tiger is going to be on-hand to save him like he was last time... But I digress...

By the way, Yurine... I hear that the KGB had your mother shot for letting you in the race... Heh. It may have taken them a while to hunt her down, but justice was served in the form of a 7.62mm shell... This pleases me... Can't have her making the same mistakes that produced you, can we? No, clearly not...

I'm sure you'll probably regale us with more of your desperate shrieking about my perceived 'flaws'... Fine. Bobo has seen such actions MANY times as they led his fellow inmates to their executions... You know what, though? They still threw the switch... No matter how much the guy screamed and begged and shouted, he had to go - and he went... That's what you remind me of, Yurine... Everytime you talk I see the bulls dragging some supposed 'badman' to the chair, and him crying like a child all the way... I would at least hope that you can avoid further embarrassing the Russian people by making sure your bladder and colon are empty before our match... It wouldn't do to have them discharge reflexively while I'm bashing you, you see...

Naturally, we all know that Yurine's ability and skill are NOTHING compared to mine... Well, everyone but Yurine, anyway... But some people just have to learn things the hard way, and I'm all for it... In fact, I suggest Caster and his family watch the match from the seventh row or farther back, so as not to have Yurine's blood splash on them... You don't know where he's been, after all... Plus his constantly being around prostitutes qualifies him as a high risk lifestyle... The other fans sitting closer are welcome to bring plastic splash-guards.... Heh.

Now we've heard what the man has to say about my training... That I'm some paper champion ripe for the taking... It is to laugh... I could beat bums like him three times a day, but in the long run what does it prove? Nobody is my equal? We already know that... Yurine is a ham-and-egger? Ditto...

Now, here's a suggestion, Yurine... Since everyone seems to want 'stipulations' for matches with me, I have one for you... Much like Nikolai Volkoff, you will be putting up your vaunted Communism against my belt... If you win... (Must... Not... Laugh...), you'll have my Heavyweight Title... When - er - IF I win, you will be my valet... Hell, being abused by Ted DiBiase was enough to make a kludge like Volkoff a Fan Favorite, so -  since you're a Russian, it should work for you, too... Think of it... A couple weeks mopping the cellar and fetching the newspaper might actually make the fans feel sorry enough for you to cheer... It might not, but hell, it's still a chance... Since your only other option after being thrashed pillar to post is a frustrated life as a sideshow freak, I figure you'll jump at the chance... After all, you're not much use as a valet if I put you in a wheelchair,  so agreement can be seen as hedging your bets on survival... Of course, I could suggest that refusing this stipulation is tantamount to admitting the Soviet Union mass-produces honorless sad-sacks like Yurine, but since there IS NO SOVIET UNION, I can't really do that... Communism will Rise again, he says... Heh. I hear they say the same thing in Atlanta, although about another flawed caste system... They should appreciate you having to call me 'Massa', though... Heh.

Does Yurine have the guts to accept this? Probably not... But just in case, I'll bring a leash... And when you're working for me, Stallie, no more hookers for you... BECAUSE YOU'LL BE WEARING THE MOTHER RUSSIA OUTFIT. Still wanna harp about Marxism? Fine. Since I don't have a TV, you'll RECITE it for my amusement while you dance on a pile of ball-bearings... And every time you flub a line or trip, you'll have to eat a piece of Apple Pie...  I've always wanted my very own dancing bear.... Looks like it's you.... This pleases me...

As for the fans, well, like I said, nobody is foolish enough to believe Yurine has a snowball's chance in hell... But I'm going to prove once and for all that I can make a match last FAR beyond any Soviet's pain threshhold, and Heaven shall tremble afresh as I show these lesser beings why Bobo is KING.

You're welcome... See you SOON.