Well, well, well... Seems even Yurine is smart enough to figure out that for such big, bad tough guys trying to 'take over', they want to saddle us with this little Manatee cretin... It is to laugh... You see, I decided to use Stalingrad rather than, say, Caster or GC for two reasons...

One: If, by some MIRACLE you managed to PIN one of them, you'd get that toerag buddy XVP lawyer -  What was his name again? Tennis Twoface? - to start some lobbying to the Championship committee to try to weasel them out of their Straps... There is no 'Wolfpac' Rules here, boys... That's in the videogame you played the other day that your 'manager' released, okay? It's not real... Bobo will teach you about reality, of course... Reality Number 1 - The copy is NEVER as sharp as the ORIGINAL. Reality Number 2 - Traitors and taters both tend to fry.

Two: As my way of saying you big, bad toughguys aren't worth the oxygen you steal from the rest of us, I have decided to use a VALET as a TAG PARTNER... Not because of his surgically enhanced yadda-yadda... Not because he's the best wrestler that ever pushed a mop... Not because I think you guys'll beat him up. No. You know WHY? I'll tell you... I could team up with a Ham and Egger and STILL beat you two SCRUBS into the ground... Since I don't have a Ham&Egger HANDY, I took ANOTHER step DOWN THE FOODCHAIN and came up with 'valet'. Below that, well, is Mexican Luchadore, but I digress...

You see? There's no conspiracy, kids... You just don't have any skills t0 back up that massive ego, so you INVENT some EXCUSE for your failing... Now, I realized it was a mistake to tag in D.I. around when the referee got to '14' on the countout, and I know I was a little... disappointed... to not have the Tag Straps. However, rather than WALLOW in it, I got on with my life until I could get my hands on that bastard again... And I did... Of course, destiny got another chuckle at Bobo's expense THAT night, too, but those are issues I have to deal with... HARSHLY, and GODDAMN SOON.

Now, before you get all happy and start figuring that I'll never tag Yur IN (no pun intended), forget it. That Commie Dink thinks he's got something to prove, and I figure it'll be fun to let him think he is before I toss him back into the basement... Of course, knowing that, he's probably not going to be very happy, but what the hell do I care? YOU TWO are the one's I've told him he's allowed to hit... He seems eager enough as it is, but something tells me he'll get more and more into it as the week progresses... Heh.

Oh well... Even I took a lesson once from a Russian scientist... Sure, it was Pavlov, but when you're right about figuring out how mutts can be motivated, I'm not one to quibble... I'll even have a rolled up newspaper handy in case my new 'best friend' starts thinking he can sleep on the couch... Heh. You should see him fetch.... A real PRO.

So Saturday, be ready... I get to add to your delusion of 'conspiracy' by handing you your partner's head, Azmo... As for Fad, well, sssometimesss sssshyte happenssss. Ssssso ssssorry. Ssshe sssellsss ssseassshellsss... Heh. I could always put that big black head to use in MY BOWLING ALLEY... You could strike it big this time, for ssssure... Promisssse.

You're welcome... Sssseee you SsssOON.