Brock and Rena arrive in England for the evening match against Doctor Louis D'ville. The light wind and cool breeze make Brock feel right at home, as he's no stranger to cold weather. He prefers the cold. They decide to take a quick bite to eat together before heading off to the arena for the Warfare match, but is met with an XWF reporter. He's not happy since it's interfering in his private time with his wife.



XWF REPORTER "Mr. Lesnar, sorry to bother you but..."



BROCK LESNAR "You're not sorry. I get it. It's your damn job so go ahead and let's get it over with. Ask me your stupid questions.



XWF REPORTER "Sorry. Tonight you are facing the official King of the Ring. Any final words on your opponent?



BROCK LESNAR "I'm the beast. It's not just a damn word, but it's who I am. I'm Brock fucking Lesnar. If this Louis D'ville is a true doctor, then he went to college at least 6 years. So, he should be an intelligent man if he's an actual doctor and it isn't some bullshit. I said intelligent, not smart and there's a big difference. It's the difference between knowledge and wisdom. The Doc may have some numbers squished in his head and knows how to put a sentence together, but he's a damn idiot. He accepted a match against me. A young buck doctor against a world class athlete. It doesn't matter what his mind says. He's a fucking idiot. It's pretty plain and simple, don't you think?


I mean let's be a realist. He went to school strictly to gain some knowledge with his mind. That's where his university world ends. Studies and all that. I not only went to do four years of studies, but on top of my work load I wrestled at an olympic level. I kicked ass while I did the same as him. Then, while he was continuing his studies I was out kicking ass whether it was in the WWE, UFC or even in the XWF. He spent his time in studies and now enters my world. I have more experience. I'm more ruthless. Would he be able to beat me if we were in an emergency room? Probably. And me admitting that is why I'm smarter than this doc. He wants to come into my world and think he is going to demolish Brock Lesnar? He really needs to go back and look at my past. Tell him to go see what I did in the WWE. Tell him what I did in the UFC while dealing with diverticulitis. He may be a doctor but I'm the beast.


He's stepping into my world with little knowledge, and that is where he will fall. Fighting isn't rocket science. It's who is the weakest physically and mentally. It's who can't last. It's the surrender verse the survivor. Look at my career in fighting and look at his. Tell me who is more a threat in this world we're about to enter... him or me.


Tonight is just going to be another ass kicking night for me. I'm going in the building, kicking his ass, collecting my paycheck and getting back home. He'll be here next week and will beg for revenge. He'll blame it on someone or something while I'll be spending my check and fucking my wife. Like I've said before openly ... it's nothing personal against the man but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.


Paul left. Jeff told everyone I was to be in the King of the Ring Tournament. Dumb asses forgot. He reminded people at the beginning of the show that I will be in the finals. They all got reminded twice I was coming and I'll be involved in the tournament. I come out to some surprised, but it was only a surprise to the people who can't remember. If it was Frodo, Tony Santos, Justin Sane, or whoever, they would've suffered the same fate. I was winning the tournament. I'm the King of the Ring here, there and wherever else I decide to go.


Hey Doc, enjoy your time in this place.


Let's go Rena.