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Larry awoke with a start, the visions of the Rocks jock strap slowly fading from his memory. " Dayum motherfecker" he slurrred to himself, his speech now altered from the beating he allowed Butterbean to inflict on his saggy old mans ass. To think he had almost mistakenly convinced George Foreman to enter the ring with him.... Larry, never a strong puncher, could no longer control opponents with his superb jab...his man breast did not allow full access across his chest anymore.
Larry then realized that he was not alone. He was, in fact, in a crowded television studio, and was being looked at ...silently...by an entire commercial crew. "Motherfecker"..Larry muttered to himself, " my ole ass fell asleep mid sentence again...happens alot since thet Tyson fight..."
"Done nun ya mention I was the first linear Heavyweight Champion to lose my title to a Lightheavy Weight champion. I jump acroos this table and drop kicks ya like it was a hood of a car..
" Now, yessir, for only $49.0 you can get my Larry Holmes Bobble Head Doll. Pull a cord and it spits out a jock strap, mumbling 49- 0, cant be beat!!!!
Hurry up now, but now....or i may come back and fight agin....
