Would I rather wrestle Donald Trump or RFK? What kind of fuckin’ question is that? Have you lost your goddamn mind?

Let me tell you somethin’, I’d wrestle both those fuckers at the same time. Trump and RFK? Please. Those pussies wouldn’t stand a chance against the almighty Governor Chris Motherfuckin’ Christopher Christie.

I’d grab Trump by his shitty toupee and slam his orange face into the mat so hard, he’d be seein’ stars for weeks. And RFK? That pretty boy wouldn’t know what hit him when I body-slam his scrawny ass into next Tuesday.

But you know what? I wouldn’t even break a sweat takin’ those losers down. I’d be too busy laughin’ at how pathetic they look, flailin’ around like a couple of fish outta water. It’d be the easiest win of my life, and I’ve had plenty of 'em, believe me.