It's one of the only examples of "overhyped creators half-ass one dream job because they'd rather skip to their next one" only to suffer actual consequences for their half-assing.

"Hey Hacksaw. It's me, Kurt Angle: Olympic Gold Medalist. Whattya got there? Two flavors of hot sauce? Gee, that sounds good. Nah, I can't have hot sauce. They got me on this special Gold Medalist hot sauce. It's real thick, Jim. Real bland too."

You're telling me he got new shoes, new job, new house, new head, new brain, new tag-team with Chris Jericho?!

BASICALLY, it's very, very, yerv good to see you, old friend!

What I both love and REALLY hate about looking back on wrestlers' careers is the realization that, despite even its own insistence to the contrary, pro-wrestling is really no less sleazy than ANY other entertainment medium.

TV, movies, music: all have the same bullshit, just less public about it.

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