British Bulldog VS. Mr T

Bulldogs music hits and Manchesters second favourite son (after Martin Platt from Coronation Street) heads to the ring stopping every three feet to pose.  He grabs the mike from the Fink.

Bulldog: Gimme that mic you ...Come on then Mr T bring your arse down to the ring and we'll see if mercy will be shown in any quantities...I highly doubt it....Come on I'm not going anywhere......coz I've lost me bus money home.

Mr T is held up back stage dealing with his laywers about his upcoming paternity case regarding his daughter.

Police officers storm the ring and drag Davey to the back where he is charged for non compliance with minimum mercy showing regulations set down by the Manchester Treaty 1999.  In the chaos T begins to endorse products.

Mr T: Don't be nobody's fool.....always call collect! but dont call me I aint made of money

Mr T: When I'm tossing fools I like to grease myself up with some Tr3. I know it wont let me down and delivers maximum grip when those suckahs start talking all that jazz

Mr T: Only a fool wouldn't want a Chia Mr T......we take take finest grass and.............

WWF Titantron

(Mr T is just beginning a demonstration of Mr T brand tampons when the Titantron bursts into life.....) Bulldog: Oi! Mr T just coz I'm in jail dont mean this fights over. Being in jail is nowt new for me bring your arse down ere.

Mr T: Somebody take Miss T coz this Bulldog suckah gots to pay!........suckah!

Lets Git Down to Bidness!