In the spirit of Brocktober I've taken the time to create/recycle my own look into the legend that is now Brock Lesnar.
Brock Lesnar currently has more fans attached to his testicles then he has blonde short and curlys, and there’s always room for more. His prowess is enough to turn even one of BE’s founding members into a half-drooling bearded fanboy. This goliath Aryan wet-dream is the cellmate from hell, twice your size with a serious mean streak well adept at taking you down and either pounding you into a bloody pulp or choking you unconscious if you’re lucky. When Brock says jump you ask how high, and when Brock tells you to service him you end up on your knees twice as fast as any kneeling midget could hope to. Make no mistake about it friend, the only one that’s gonna have a phallic sword on their chest in this scenario is you (and it ain’t gonna be a made out of ink) and God help you if he gets back mount. What Lesnar lacks in skill he makes up for in BROCK SMASH! He may not be the most experienced fighter, but he does have a never ending desire to push people’s shit in further past the point in which was originally thought to be scientifically possible. He goes by many different aliases; Honkey Kong, Vanilla Guerilla, Brockle Snar, Albino Rape Machine, but he only has one prediction…PAIN!
top draw good friend was taken care of by the best. Brock was later diagnosed properly with diverticulitis and had to undergo surgery for the illness. Afterwards Brock made a miraculous recorvery, and along with his newly reinforced intestines his heart apparently grew three sizes that day. With his recovery Brock was bestowed with a new lease on life and a realization was made; you don’t have to just be miserable while you’re smashing faces, you can do it with a smile. But with his new health came a new challenger in the almost equally monstrous Shane "Shame on you" Carwin.