The two US soldiers felt more than honored to sit next to the man who sat between them. He said it was an honor for him, but they were thrilled. Mr. America, who they more than thought was Hulk Hogan, was the man between them. His Captain America mask looked sort of stupid, but they idolized him for his patriotism.
Then they heard the Frenchmen's music playing, and they all jumped out of their seats. They more than hated the two ass-holes, and were itching for a reason to kick their Asses.
"Mr. America." Grenier said. "That was amusing what you did earlier, but now it's time for business."
Lillian Garcia hurried over and handed Mr. America a microphone. "You Frenchies blame the first guy you see for something you brought on yourself." The fans cheered the American Superstar.
"Hold up, Mr. America," Bischoff said, walking out onto the ramp next to La Resistance. "I never said you could gain popularity on My show."
"This isn't about popularity, man. This is about patriotism." The fans cheered for the Mr. America.
"Shut up!" Bischoff screamed.
"This is America, dude. I can speak my mind wherever I want." Captain America yelled back.
Just then, Steiner walked out. "Bischoff, who are you? Aren't you an American? Didn't you ever recite the pledge of allegiance?" Was all he could get out before La Resistance ganged up on him.
Austin walked out onto the ramp and quickly did 2 Stone Cold Stunners before they knew what hit them. (To save time, I'll exclude the "what?" parts.) "Bischoff get back to the office before I kick your ass." Bischoff, needless to say, ran off like a baby.
"Mr. America. (Let me just say now I'll exclude the "what?" parts for now) I don't mind if you're here tonight, but I don't care if you get involved in a match tonight either. All I say is, if you think I should let Mr. America do whatever he wants, give me a hell yeah!"
"HELL YEAH!"
Well, I guess that's settled. Want a beer?" Austin asked, holding a beer can up in the air.
Mr. America nodded, smiling.
Austin walked down to the ring, signaling for several beers to be thrown into the ring. Mr. America climbed over the barricade, and jumped up into the ring. Beer flew everywhere like it did at Austin's Beer Bash on May 5th.
"Austin, you'll see me tonight in that TLC." Mr. America said, downing two cans at once the way Austin did, only getting an ounce down his throat.
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William Regal was glad to be back, and was more than ready for his match that would be soon. His friend, a fellow un-American Lance Storm, were to fight 2 people they weren't told who.
He hid the brass knucks in his tights, and walked out towards the ramp. He heard his music start, and the crowd start booing him. He and Storm made their ways down to the ramp, and Storm grabbed a microphone. "Before I start the match, I just want to address those 2 soldiers there." He said, pointing to the 2 US soldiers from earlier. "You think you're so bad, it makes me sick. Get your Asses out here so we can show what's going to happen to America later on."
The 2 soldiers climbed over the barricade, and made their ways into the ring. The first, Pvt. Jackson, knew he would win in a fight against these two in on-on-one combat, but they were ganging up on him and his friend, Pvt. Hanson. Storm threw the mic away and took the brass knucks Regal handed him.
Regal made his move first, and got a military boot in the gut. Storm, who unfortunately had the brain capacity of a ketchup bottle, moved in on Hanson after Regal fell. Hanson, not thinking clearly, grabbed the flag that Regal had brought into the ring and swung the pole into Storm's gut. Storm dropped like a sack of potatoes, and got a sound kick in the balls after he hit the canvas.
Mr. America's music started playing, and the 2 soldiers looked up at the ramp. Mr. America came out, waving an American flag. After the fans silenced, he started speaking. "You see, you two are perfect examples of what America is. I am honored to know you two fine men." He ran down to the ring and held both their hands up in the air, displaying his pride of the 2 soldiers.
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Bischoff was watching this in his office, and stared at the cameraman. "What are you looking at? Go to commercial!" He screamed, shoving the camera away.