Me fight you? That's only a waste of the people's time. Especially since the outcome would be obvious, to the millions. And millions there would be, as they saw layeth the smackdown on your scrawny little a**.
Who am I? Who am I you ask, well I'm the jabroni beating, pie eating, eyebrow raising, trailblazing, and the man you can ask your grandmother who rocked her world in 1999. I am the The People's Champion, the Great One. But in fewer words I am the Rock. And who might you be ol' 'iliveunderarock'?
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By the way, welcome back ^.^