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I am Uncle SAM

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After he left the I.C.W.L. head offices the large man walks down to his truck and climbs inside. The same reporter comes running out of the building with the camera man.

Reporter: WAIT! Please just answer a few questions!

The large man opens his door and steps outside.

Reporter: Okay, now lets get down to business. What is your name and have you signed a contract with the I.C.W.L.?

Man: Well I will oblige you this time since you worked so hard to get what you wanted. My name is Uncle Sam Adams otherwise known as U.S.A. I have watched this fed for some time and have been in negotiations to work out a contract. Both sides have found mutually beneficial specifications and the deal is done. I will be making my debut very shortly and I haven't come alone. A very good friend of mine is currently in negotiations and they are two shakes of a dog's tail from finding the same deal.

Until he arrives I will run solo and I have my eyes on some different members of the I.C.W.L. roster. Let me begin with all the men that think they are above the law. YOU'RE NOT and I am here to prove it to you. I am six feet ten inches tall and I weigh in close to four hundred pounds. I am not some silly sally that just stepped off the turnip truck. I have dominated in other feds and I don't see anyone stopping me in this fed. I am not concerned with titles at this time. I am concerned with taking out the garbage. Anthrax your as sad now as you were five years ago when our paths crossed. I never wrestled you because who would want to waste their time in the ring with a knucklehead like you. Your as talentless as some fat guy who got off the couch and was on Pro's vs. Joe's on Spike TV and thought he could tackle Jerry Rice or hit a pitch off of Jennie Finch. Your days are numbered and when we meet I will destroy you and bury you under my AMERICAN FLAG.

The next set of jackoff's on my list would be X-Rated and his posse of pussies. Come one and come all because this party has enough pain for all of you. X-Rated you could have talent if you practiced six times a day everyday for the next six years and you might make it to mid-card level but you are by no means Main Event caliber. The only reason you wear that title is because someone comes and bails you out of an ass-whooping on a weekly basis. Let your friends bite at the bit to get their hands on me because it won't be long until my hands are wrapped around your throat and you will feel my AMERICAN PRIDE.

The rest of you aren't safe either, most of you are garbage and I won't waste my breath on you. If you don't like me that's fine, BUT I will make you respect me!

The man turns and walks over to his truck. He closes the door and drives away.

Reporter: There it is folks straight from the source itself. I am sure there is a lot to mull over. If this keeps up we can have pandemonium on our hands. Until next time folks this is Billy Barker for I.C.W.L.

The scene fades to black.