YOU KNOW SOMETHING BROTHER I HAVE BEEN THINKING! EVER SINCE TYRION POSED THE QUESTION ABOUT LINEAGE DOES ONES ANCESTORY MATTER, A DEBATE THAT IS STILL GOING AND I HIGHLY RECCOMEND LISTENING IN AMIGO, AN AGE OLD QUESTION HAS POPPED IN MY MIND!

YOU SEE BROTHER ALL THE LITTLE HULK-A-MANIACS ARE GATHERED AROUND TO HEAR HULK ASK A QUESTION AND MAYBE ONE OF THEM HAS THE ANSWER OR MAYBE IT ISNT SOMETHING TO BE ANSWERED RRGARDLESS COMPADRE IM GONNA ASK!

THE QUESTION IS WHAT WEIGHS MORE IN THE MAFIA WORLD? IS IT WHO YOU KNOW OR WHAT YOU KNOW THAT MATTERS BROTHER?

I THINK ITS THE WHO YOU KNOWS THAT KEEP YOU SAFE AND GET YOU INTO THE POSITIONS OF POWER THAT SO MANY STRIVE FOR! I THINK ITS THE WHAT YOU KNOWS THAT KEEP YOU THERE! 

NOW I KNOW LITTLE DUDE THAT MY VOICE SEEMS TO BE INTIMIDATING A MANY PEOPLE AND THEY CANT LISTEN TO ME SPEAK CAUSE MY VOICE IS SO LOUD, BECAUSE I CARRY THE BANNER FOR ALL THE LITTLE HULKSTERS BUT IF ANYONE CAN CHIME IN AND HELP A HULKSTER OUT I WOULD BE GRATEFUL. 

ALSO ANY ONE THAT WANTS TO FLEX WITH ME AND RIP THEIR SHIRTS WHILE WE WAIT FOR SPEAKERS ILL BE IN THE CORNER OVER THERE BROTHER!

Hogan walks over there, the corner, waiting for people to join him before the flex off ensues. Damn that sounds dirty...the flex off.

Well ladies and gentleman, it's me mean gene and I guess it's time to step up and voice your opinion! Is it who you know or what you know In this world that weighs the most?

why the hell does hogan have a narrator?!

Chris had been hanging in the ally way having just sold some weed to a few teen ages he pocked there lunch money and sent them on there way.

When he heard that Hulk-Hogan ranting in the streets again that old American do gooder with all his little Hulk a Maniacs and now his own personal narrator this has gone to far this madness must fucking stop.

Chris watched as that over grown steroided goof started flexing and lording it up to his many loyal minions hate washing over him Chris grabbed a steel chair that had somehow appeared next to him and entered the ring behind Hogan.

CRRRRUUUNCH Chris brings the chair down on the back of Hogans head.

Gasps can be heard along with the jeering and abuse yelled at Chris for daring to blind side the old American hero Hogan Chris brings the chair down again and again as the jeering grew in intensity sounding like a swarm of angry bee's.

Mean Gene: This is an outrage how dare Chris Flannery attack an American hero like Hulk Hogan here in the streets.

Jesse Ventura: Chris has done the right thing Gene he has done what many others never had the balls to do. I Jesse Ventura will be Mr Flannery's own personal Narrator as you can see Chris has a package given to him by the one the only Ted Dibiase everybody has a price and Chris named his.

Well personally I think all this wrestling talk is a little silly but whatever. Still a good topic, on that will probably be continually debated for generations to come.

Here is my two cents on the matter, and I should warn you all in advance that this is a topic I am extremely passionate about, no ifs ands or buts. I truly believe that one one hand yes it does matter. However on the other hand, it doesn't. That's just how I feel about it. Your opinions may be different than mine, but that doesn't make my opinion and less valid. Just saying.

Hogan was lying in a pool of his own blood! Slumped over against the brick wall on the corner Hogan was breathing so slowly you would be forced to question whether he was on the cusp of death or not!

This is an absolute travesty Chris! How could you do something like this? The hulk-A-maniacs are in disbelief! You were his friend and his amigo! How could you bring a steel chair to the back of the head of the hulkster?!

Hogans vision was blurry his eyes were trying to scan the faces of those in attendance. What happened?! Did he fall? Was he going to be okay? How could he just be lying there in his blood...his blood...why why would Chris do something so devastating to his old buddy!?

we demand answers Chris and we won't let you leave until you speak up! Jesse Ventura if Chris doesn't speak up then you better do say something by golly or else...

Hogan began to stand to his feet. Legs wobbly. Chest breathing in heavily. His face looked depraved of life itself. He began to raise his arm and point at Chris Flannery. His words barely came out of his mouth. He mumbled out with his raspy voice. It was the quietest anyone ever heard of him. 

Chris...chris...why brother?!

Hogan dropped back to one knee as he waited for the response from the Flannery one.

Approaching the scene, Christian steps carefully over the figures and bloodstains with his hands in his pockets. Watching with bewilderment, he considers if the original question was still of interest, before giving the hulking gentleman a shoulder tap.

"I'd argue that one leads to the other, does that make sense? Having stable wits and a head about you, essentially the 'what you know', will attract the right attention, the 'who you know'.

"On the flip side, if you know the right people but don't have the street smarts, I'd expect that if they are really the 'right people' then they will enlighten you as to how to carry yourself, again the 'what you know'"

The young Gato pulls a face at the mix of body sweat and blood now on his finger tips.

"However I understand your point, in that a decent hardworking person can be overlooked for their ability in favour of an old friend, when opportunity knocks. They might also be recognised and respected as a potential ally or business associate, however it's because of who they know or what side of the fence they sit on that they become a target anyway.

"So, what you know and who you know can both get you killed. What it really comes down to is being in the right place at the right time, with the right people and knowing what the fuck you're doing."

The tiny mouse probably felt as safe as he had ever been. Laying in the hay all nice and cozy, he had just laid down for his latest nap when a large gust of wind began throwing around the dust and branches every which way- it only took a moment, but the mouse was now nothing more than a mid-day snack for a quite impressive looking Owl. 

"Wgarhghllbrrr I feerglen.", he realized talking with a full mouth was probably not helping the situation, but he had gotten the attention of a small gathering of people and wanted to add in his invaluable opinion and so kept attempting to speak. He was sure the mouse would be down into his gullet in a few minutes, and in the meantime they'd probably understand enough.

"Frnnnggg crlympppfshhh! Heg Heg Heg. Flrumph? Flrumph ghhhlll."

They stared at him. This was clearly not working, so the Owl decided to quicken the process by lifting up his head. Now only a tail stuck from his beak, and so he decided now was the best time to carry on with the conversation.

"Sgooo yesghh I agreefhh. While whoffhh you know helpfhhg, oh... gulp... much better. As I was saying, who you know and what you know are both important in their own rights. Knowing how and where to apply your knowledge is the most important thing however. You can know the ins and outs of the Mafia in every which way, or have a family line which is close to every single leader in this thing of ours and still end up doing nothing with your time here."

Finally the tail disappeared down deep into the Owl's ever complex body causing him to let out a small hoot of satisfaction. It was quite the lunch and now he had an overwhelming feeling of tired wash over him, however leaving in the middle of a conversation would probably prove to be quite rude and so fighting back a yawn he continued.

"As the Hulkster has already stated, keeping alive once in power is the most difficult part and having the ability to use what you've learned at the proper times is exactly how you stay..."

He couldn't hold it any longer. Yawning widely from ear to ear he quickly laid down in the middle of the group of people and closed his eyes, the discussion would have to continue without him. Being an Owl was tiresome work.

Porkchop comes out from under the rings and slides in with a table after the tosses a chair into the ring. As he enters he cracks Chris upside the head with a steel chair. Looking at him he raises the chair and cracks it again over Chris. Porkchop then motions to Hulk and scope slams him onto the the table. Seeing the table does not break, Porkchop goes to the top rope and yells out """""""OHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHH""' and drops the elbow send Hulk threw the table. Stand up and wiping the dust off his new ring attire Porkchop grabs the mik.

So it Seems so people wonder the question. Well I have the answer on it. Both. Look in the Ring. Well thats not why we are here as they are bleeding and you wan anwsers. So yes, your bloodline does matter so stupid shit doesn't happen time and time again as certain players have happen. They will say"misunderstood, bad leaders ect" but honestly if after like 10 times, Its them

Bad apples makes a bad batch of cider you feel me?

Porkchop hits Chris with the chair again and screams stay down. Porkchop then looks at Hogan and shurgs ....before he hits him with the chair also and screams STAY DOWN!!.

Now, moving on, is it who you know. Well yes it is. Thats part of this thing we all do. Networking as the Kids call it. WHo you know can make or break you. Who you are can also but thats another debate. But for the record its both.

Porkchop signals for his musics as all you hear is bacon sizzling and the lights dim. When the Lights come back on all you see is Hulk and Chis beat up and more bloody then before with Porkchop of the picture.