I was just randomly thinking about this story and it still cracks me up something serious. Just visualising it
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all this time later
After about a half hour of going over the punch spot a dozen times, Mickey was happy and he left ringside with his posse in tow. I went over to Vince and told him what had almost happened. "You know, Rourke hired those guys to kick my ass if I tried to double-cross him." Vince stared down the rampway at Rourke's gang. "Are you kidding me? Those guys?!" He laughed. He motioned at Dean Malenko and Fit Finlay, who were talking at ringside. "You, me, Finlay, and Malenko would've beat the shyt out of them. I mean look at that one guy. . . . He's a midget!" The "midget" Vince was referring to was Shamrock, the multiple-time UFC champion. I smiled at Vince and said, "Well, if anything goes down, I'll take Rourke and you take the midget." "Damn right I will," he murmured and swaggered out of the ring.
I’m still
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