The following is a new Facebook message from The Ultimate Warrior:
Hey, Terry. If you want some good creative ideas (we all know you sure as hell need them) be man enough to call and offer to pay instead of trolling around my web presence and stealing them.
When you try to copy my Warrior attiude it doesn't work for you. The size of it is too big. When you try to pull it off you look like a x-small boy drowning in his daddy's XXXL. What's your "purist Christian wife" going to say when you start dropping F' bombs like the Warriorman? Probably soemthing like, "Well, honey, it would be kinda nice if some of that was going on around here."
Just be you. Number One rule of O.W.N.
The fraud you already are is the one we love. All these years you keep going back and forth and all over the map trying to find yourself. Please, no more "new" phony faces.
You've finally done it. Your mind is empty and your balls are all shriveled up. You've officially turned yourself into a Vagina Man, a real pussy. And now, your daughter has to show hers to get any attention at all.
This is pathetic. I may refer to Warrior as "Little Jimmy", because this is as pea-brained as you can get.
Without Hulk Hogan, The Ultimate Warrior would have been, as Bobby Heenan put, "a guy who came out of Gold's Gym with a can of tuna and a raw egg and said, 'Hey, there's a WWE truck; I'm going to tell them I'm a wrestler'".
He's been living off WrestleMania 6 for over two decades now. That (and his match with Savage) are the two hallmark matches of his career. And, in at least one case (if not both cases), the loser of the match got put over MUCH MORE than he did.
