You know, normally I only berate the zebras, I don't generally attack them. But this guy spent the entire match favoring my opponent and doing everything he could to make me lose. It didn't work, I still "cold cocked my way to victory" as the Canadian newspapers reported, though they forgot to mention the powerbomb but I guess you can't have everything. Well, I got my hand raised, and gently gave the referee a piece of my mind as you can see here. Then, being a good, patriotic American, I hit him with the flag, got my title and jumped in my car before the Quebec fans killed me en masse. :)