Shit, read this one
Posted by: Deadly Weapons on 12/06/2002 at 04:04
"Don't you know who I am?!"
Brock Lesnar turns around and looks confused. Ernest "The Cat" Miller laughs.
"I do a great Fonzie impression don't I?"
Brock shrugs his shoulders. We see that they are in a locker room, with Brock looking at himself in the mirror.
"Oh well, that isn't important. What is important is that you impressed the hell out of everyone out there when you beat Sabu. But speaking of which, I want to call out that little fool for Rampage."
"Sabu, I know you and RVD were a good team back in the day, but if you think they even held a candle to me and the Whole F'in Show you gotta another thing coming. In fact, I'd like to prove that I still got it since I haven't had a real singles match in a lonnnnng time. My momma's been gettin lonely since she hasn't got any phone calls in a while, but she'll be excited to hear from somebody when I whoop your Indian Redneck ass!"
Brock flexes his shoulders.
"My boy here isn't happy with the Big Show getting the W at Rampage. I mean damn, his fat ass could squash anyone easily. Brock just isn't used to all that weight, but if it happens again, Brock will take his McDonald's eatin ass out. As for this week, Brock wants the new guy....what do they call him?
Brock shrugs then flexes his shoulders
"Uhhh, Kendo.....Kobayashi? He says that since you're new and that you haven't seen America, he wants to show you a little bit about it. He told me that since you haven't done any real wrestling over in that other time zone that he's ready to dismantle you. Is there anything else I forgot?"
Of course, Brock shrugs, then flexes his shoulders.
"That's it. Legion of Doom. Or Legion of bad haircuts. Whichever one you are, me and my boy Brock are ready to unveil the Deadly Weapons tag team at Rampage this week. With Brock's strength and my fist and feet, we've got registered lethal weapons on our side. So you'll be facing Deadly Weapons if you two aren't chicken-shit this week on Rampage. And it won't be pretty, I can assure you of that."
The Cat walks out of the locker room, as Brock jumpps around in place for a second or two while staring at himself in the mirror. He flexes his shoulders and walks away.
