Talk to me, Warriors!
Feel the real power, Hogan!
Who holds the absolute power now, Hollywood Hogan? Unleash that raging voice, Warriors!
Seems as if no formal introduction is going to be necessary!
Actually, it even seems as if there are those who anticipated my arrival!
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What is that smell? You might wanna use that to clean up the mess you just made all over yourself!
You need to open your eyes and ears, take control of the limited ability you have to understand the words I am about to say. For years, I have watched while this industry, with you as its figurehead, has tried to recreate what is simply un-re-cre-ate-able. I have heard, listened, to all the innuendos and speculation that something "Ultimate," or "Warrior," may soon reappear. Welcome to the reappearance!
Those things, Hogan, which are irreplaceable, whether they be people, places, or things, are never forgotten. You are witnessing that right now.
History tells us, Hogan...
[crowd chants "Hogan sucks!"]
Let's talk about something he doesn't know.
History tells us, Hogan, that a man's legacy is built from the premise that within his life, the moments lived, once lived, become a piece of his history. Somehow, you have conveniently, even eloquently, replaced pieces of your history. In the one-time epical battle between us, Hogan, you were the quintessential influence of what was Good, Great, and Heroic. But different than you may remember, and albeit you may have beaten Myths, Legends, Giants, and other great men -- You never, NEVER, beat a Warrior.
And certainly... not the Ultimate one!
As the victor of that one-time battle, I defeated what was until then undefeatable. I conquered what was then unconquerable. I dominated what was until then indominable. On that day, you were great... I was Ultimate!
Let me introduce myself to those two fools that stand behind you. Let's see, this... DUDE... must be your barber.
And who are you, little man? Who are you?
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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Different than you want to make people believe, I never received an invitation. I showed up of my own accord. And let me tell you, Mr. Eric Bischoff, if you stick your nose in my business you only very quickly prepare for your own demise.
Furthermore, when I get done with my business here, I'm going to be sending you a bill. I suggest you pay it.
I have waited patiently. The Warriors have waited all too patiently.
Now... NOW... The virtue of justice unties my hands so that I can continue to fulfill a destiny set in motion upon that memorable day years ago. A destiny at the next level. A destiny beckoning the next super hero.
There really is no sadder sight than when a grown man fears the challenges in his life so much that he rationalizes adoloescent behavior to the point where he carries out heinous and self-indulgent actions. Your evilness, the evilness you embody and portray, is intolerable. I am the one that has the power to destroy you. Its source, Hogan, The Truth, is inexhaustable.
I come here not to beat you up tonight, Hogan. Beating you means nothing anymore. Everybody already has. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's too easy. Because you felt guilty for being who you were. Your mind became weak and Hulkamania became boring. I come here, Hogan, to tell you, NEXT WEEK, I intend to launch a revolution not even you can control.
I ask you to find the courage. Check it out, next week. Same Warrior time. Same Warrior place. Same Warrior channel. [grunt]
(the OG Optimus)
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