My name is Cassie Bernall.  I was in the Columbine High School library, April 20, 1999, when two of my classmates held me hostage with their bullets, bombs, and terror.  One of the gunmen thrust a gun into my face and asked, "Do you believe in The Big Bossman?"

Before I tell you how I answered, please know that only two years before I had been dabbling with The Big Show.

My parents were tipped off when they discovered a large pair of underwear with "Cassie Bernall" printed on the butt, and a demo tape I'd made of my new entrance theme.  "Hey it's Cassie Bernall!  Talkin bout Cassie Bernall tonight!"  That's when they stepped in with tough love.  They grounded me from my old friends, handcuffed me to the ring ropes, and beat me mercilessly with a nightstick.  Personally, I think they saved my life.

As I watched Sunday Night HeAT, I began to hear about The Bossman's love and forgiveness through his protege, Prince Albert.  I discovered that despite the terrible things I'd done or considered doing, The Bossman had died for me.   I decided I wanted to give my life to that tough cop from Cobb County.  Later I wrote this note:

With the deepest regrets, and tears that are soaked
I'm sorry to hear that I finally croaked
I lived a full life on my own terms
Soon I'll be buried and eaten by worms
But if I could have parents as stupid as you
I'd send my kid to Columbine so she could die too
So be brave, and be strong, get your life on track
'Cause this Bossman fan's DEAD and she ain't never comin' back!'

It was in the Columbine library that I faced my moment of truth.   With the gun pointed at my face, I'd been asked to choose between my old life and my new life with The Bossman with the question, "Do you believe in the Big Bossman?"  I took a deep breath, pulled off my ninja hood, then answered with a clear voice, "YES BOY!"

"Why?" the gunman asked.  Before I could answer, he pulled the trigger, ending my life on this earth.  How glad I am I stood up for The Bossman with my YES BOY!  My death is in fact my answer to the gunman's final question, "Why?"  For today I am with the Bossman.  Nothing can take that away from me!  Not even the Big Show's mama!

Would you like to be able to say YES BOY to Bossman, just as I did?  Would you like to be able to say YES BOY to knowing the Big Bossman has forgiven your sins;  YES BOY to knowing that you can someday, like me, be with Him in that big Cobb County jailhouse in the sky for eternity?

To say YES BOY, first, recognize that you are a nasty bastard.  The Bossman says "You're a nasty bastard, and your mama says so!" (Rom. 3:23)  The Former Hardcore Champion goes on to say that your dog "tastes like chicken." (John 14:6)

The good news is that Romans 10:9-11 says "My time is hard time!"  I wouldn't have believed it, but The Big Bossman was brutally murdered via hanging in the Hell in a Cell match at Wrestlemania only to walk again on the earth, at times hitting people with cookie sheets!

Bossman is knocking at the door of your heart (Aus. 3:16)   Now is the time to take a stand, to "no longer live for yourself, but for Bossman" (2 Coors. 5:15)

Test your heart... Can you say YES BOY to these five questions?

1.  Are you a nasty bastard?
2.  Does your mama say so?
3.  If invited to "eat dinner" with a man who has recently kidnapped your pet, would you blindly eat any exotic dish served to you, no matter how odd your host is acting?
4.  Do you enjoy watching Al Snow matches on every pay-per-view?
5.  Is your time "hard" time?

If you can say YES BOY to these five questions, then simply say to The Bossman:  "I am a nasty bastard, and my mama says so.  I believe Bossman died and rose again.  I want to surrender my life to Bossman.  Bossman, please handcuff me to the ring ropes and beat me with your nightstick of forgiveness.   Amen."