:: The camera shows two figures clad in protective headgear, regulation mixed martial arts gloves, and DEATH CLUTCH trunks sparring in the middle of a ring in an empty gym. The bigger of the two men manages to take down his opponent as he let's loose with fierce and powerful mounted punches, but immediately comes to a complete stop as a towel is thrown over the ropes to signal the fight was over. As soon as the two were separated, the victor of the fight removes his head gear to reveal current UFC Heavyweight Champion, Brock Lesnar, who takes a bottle of water and pours it over his head. After that refreshing cool down, he looks down at the camera in an imposing manner as sly grin spreads across his face. ::
"Did you see that? That's exactly what makes me different. Different from the rest of you 'wrestlers'...and I use that term loosely...'wrestlers'. Yeah, I know what you're thinking..."Oh, he was in the WWE! What a hypocrite!", but no. I'm not a hypocrite, I'm not two-faced, or whatever all you actors and glorified stunt men want to call me, because day after day, week after week, I train hard and take my body to limits that NONE of you could ever endure...but the rest of you choose to read your scripts, get in your make-up chairs so they can make your ugly faces looking appealing on HD television, and take your drugs just to make asses of yourselves in front of millions of rednecks and gullible children who are willing to throw away their money for that bullshit you call 'wrestling'. But you're not wrestlers...I'M a wrestler! I'M a fighter! When I get out there, I'm either inflicting the pain or having the pain being inflicted on! I don't go out there and do photo shoots! I don't go out there and cut myself with a blade! And I definitely don't go out there and lay on my back just to be handed a paycheck, and that's because Brock Lesnar is REAL! And all of you actors are going to see how real I am when I humiliate you and prove how big of joke all of you are when I become the King of MUSCLE..."
:: Lesnar shakes his head and motions his trainers to get the Thai Pads ready as the camera shuts off. ::
We're closed, fools. Go away.
Freedom, Unlimited.
