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Weeell there fellers! Another feller from wrestlecrapradio.com, “The archive for all things WWCR related”, “R.P.M Khan” has requested my services to introduce his video of Brad Brakestown’s story of his trip to the Ghetto Amusement Park…and when ole Mike Check hears the word “ghetto” it reminds me of one thing: “Elvis Presley” and his song “In The Ghetto”, right here on…THE MACKER!
Mike Check: Weell, that was…(*interrupted by knock at the front door*)
Mike’s Daughter: Someone’s at the door?
Mike Check: Don’t tell me the Martians have arrived after all?
Mike’s Daughter: Don’t be stupid dad, just get it.
Mike Check (*opens door*): So who might you be there feller?
Steve Austin: What?!
Mike Check: I said, who might you be there feller?
Steve Austin: What?!
Mike Check: I said…
Steve Austin: I know what ya’ said, Mike! But if you don’t know, you should know, I’m ‘Stone Cold Steve Austin’. And I’m asking why your sorry ass played my theme song from the time I was part of the Alliance? What?!
Mike Check: Weell there feller, Ole…
Steve Austin: Are you trying to remind all your listeners on 3:16 day of the time when Stone Cold Steve Austin was soft!? What?!
Mike Check: No, I…
Steve Austin: What’s next, you want Stone Cold to put on a tiny cowboy hat and sing Kumbaya with you?! What?!
Mike Check: I’m not sure that I understand your particular reference there feller?
Steve Austin: You don’t understand my reference Mike?! What?! Well here’s a reference you’ll understand?! If you want Stone cold to open up a can of whoop ass on Mike Check give me a “Hell yeah”!
Mike’s Daughter: Hell Yeah!…Sorry, dad.
Mike Check: Please don’t hurt me Mr. Boston. I’m a very…very…very…old man—
Steve Austin: (*angry expression suddenly turns to a smile*): Nah, I’m just playin’ with ya. The only can Stone Cold is gonna open right now is a couple of Stevewisers. (*gets two cans of beer and hands one to Mike*)
Mike Check: Why thank ya there feller. Cheers…agh!
(*Austin tricks Mike and gives him the Stone Cold Stunner*)
Steve Austin: DTA: Don’t trust anybody, and that’s the bottom line because Stone Cold said so! Mike, I’ll catch your ass down the road. (*pats Mike on the back, places another can of beer near Mike’s semi-unconscious body and leaves*)
Mike’s Daughter: Dad! Are you alright?!…(*phone rings*)…Just hold on dad, I’ll get it. (*picks up phone and puts in on speaker*)
Angry Jim (*on the phone*): STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNER! BY GAWD, STUNNER! (*hangs up*)
Mike Check: (*waking up out of unconsciousness*) Fas-cin-ating.