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Play time's over, sit down and shut up. Later on tonight, there's gonna be a match for the tag team titles between the Acolytes and X-Pac & Kane, whatever whatever, it's not important. The fact of the matter is, this Sunday at Summerslam the winner of that match will come face to face with this. And to make sure that my man was right, this week I put him to the test. I had Paul Bearer call out to Antarctica - McMurdo Station to some associates of ours at the NSF - Paul said we're gonna need two dog sleds for a ride on the ice.
The guy said 'Brother Paul, now we know that the Dead Man can handle it, but I don't know about the Big Show. It's August, it's minus 70 degrees in the middle of Antarctica.' He says 'the only things that survive in the cold are the warm-blooded...the seals and the penguins .' Paul said 'that's all right, and on one of those sleds that you're setting up for us, I want the Big Show to only have enough dogs to get to the South Pole and not get back.'
So we're on our way - we get to the middle of Antarctica - minus 70 degrees, the Big Show's last husky dies. And I pull up next to him and I ask him this question: 'It's minus 70 degrees, how are you gonna survive?' He looks me straight in the eyes, without hesitation, he says 'I'm gonna wait 'til you go to sleep, I'm gonna stab you in the back, I'm gonna cut you up into cubes, build an igloo out of them, and I'm gonna eat YOUR dogs until I find food!' I said 'Good answer big man, but I don't sleep,' and I drove off and left him. I waited on the outskirts of the polar desert. Two days later, he walks out with a seal necktie and penguins boots, carryin' his sled on his shoulder. The point of the story is this. What used to be known as SummerSlam will now be known as Armageddon, and whoever shows up...will be hurt.
