The despicable lasagne-inhaler would grab the top rope, hit himself in the head, miss bolo punches, do some Tarzan yelling bullshit and bleed profusely from numerous cuts on his way to getting dropped and stopped by a bemused Magic Man whose sophisticated and classy technical quality would see him dominate with ease while Greg Haugen, seated right near the steroid meatball's corner, mercilessly heckles for the duration of the bout A rueful and disgusting Spazmanian Devil curses these "friggin' moolies" while icing his lumped up head hours later surrounded by a cabal of sleazy disreputable paisans
That was one of Haugen's better insults... "after I beat you, you can go back to watching Rocky with your dad"
