Irony was the name of the game for Hulk Hogan and the Right Guard Sport Stick when the Hulkster teamed up with the brand to sell deodorant. But the Hulkster here isn't quite right: theres no outlandish tights, hyperbolic speak, or even a brother in sight. Instead, we are treated to a masterful symphony that provides a soundtrack to Hogans divine work: the tiniest painting in the world. The most shocking part of the advertisement is the fact that Hogan didnt go all James Franco on us. Can you imagine the poetry books? How about the oil paintings depicting his body slam of Andre? What about the auto-biographical novels that arent really auto-biographical novels, featuring funny childhood photos and odd haikus about life in Venice Beach? Sadly, we wrestling fans were treated to none of these artistic ventures. All we got was Hogan on the shore in some stupid pants, shilling us about perspiration.