>Let me tell you something, Joe. Back in Japan, brother, things were different. You didn’t know if it was gonna be a match, a shoot, or an outright samurai duel, dude. So when I stepped into the ring with Inoki, I had to be ready for anything, you know what I’m saying?

>Yeah, man, that sounds intense.

Intense doesn’t even cover it, brother! Inoki came at me like a madman, with this crazy spinning karate chop—I dodged it by a hair. That’s when I knew, dude, this wasn’t just wrestling. This was life or death. So I hit him with the Big Boot and the Leg Drop right there, brother. BAM! He went down, and I thought it was over. But no—he got back up, Joe. That’s when I realized…I had to murder him, brother. There was no other way.

>You murdered Antonio Inoki?

>Had to, dude. But here’s the thing—and this is the part nobody talks about, brother—after I hit him with the atomic leg drop, I leaned down and whispered, “It’s over, Inoki. Rest now.” And just as his spirit was leaving his body, a single tear fell from my eye and brought him back to life, dude.

>Wow, really?

>Afraid so.