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You might look at Brock Lesnar and find fear.

That’s understandable. The professional-wrestler-turned-ultimate-fighting-mauler who will be in Fargo on Saturday night for the Spring Brawl at the Urban Plains Center has the body of a Norse god, the kind of vengeful stare that would have made him an ’80s action movie superstar and a name that sounds like it’s German for “this guy will eat you.”

Watch the Webster, S.D., native fight and you might get queasy. He hits people like they harmed his mother. And when grappling, Lesnar looks quicker than a hungry Kodiak bear.

These are all fine reasons to fear the man who has a physique usually created by computer animation.

But he’s not that scary. Trust me. I’ve looked into his eyes, said “no,” and walked away knowing one of the most intimidating humans in the Northern Hemisphere was scared. Of me.

Well, maybe not scared. But Lesnar and I do have some history.

Back in the ’90s when skateboarding was still rebellious and Dave Grohl was still just “that drummer from Nirvana,” I was a student at Bismarck State College trying to decide whether to continue the dream of being a crappy bass player in a punk band or become a writer people often describe as “crappy.”

Leaning toward the music, my bandmates and I would practice daily in my dorm room, taking advantage of the “power hour” rule that allowed every resident to crank his stereo, or instruments, to 11 for 60 minutes each day.

During one of those practice sessions, the noise was interrupted by a loud banging on the room’s door.

I opened it and found Lesnar staring at me. He was a student on scholarship as a future national champion heavyweight wrestler.

In a moment, my mind wondered how long it would take him to pull the intestines from my torso and tie up my bandmates with them. Of course, I assumed he hated our noise.

After a second of silence, Lesnar said, “You guys know any Metallica?”

Relief hit me. But not smarts. Out of habit, I said, “No. We don’t play covers.”

He should have punched me for being a snob. Instead, Lesnar said, “Cool. Keep it up,” and closed the door.

At once my two bandmates and I exhaled our worries. Two seconds later, our cocky guitarist played the main riff to Metallica’s “Enter Sandman.” Fearing retribution from Lesnar, I locked the door faster than I’ve ever done anything in my life.

I’m not sure that lock could have held him back. But it didn’t matter. Because over the course of the next several months, I got to know Lesnar a little and discovered he’s not as mean as he looks.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a saint. Just an average guy who happens to be built for fighting.

And he has a heart. For instance, while at BSC, he dated one of my best friends, a 90-pound woman who would get drunk at parties and beat on him for absurd reasons.

She was ruthless. But he never retaliated with his fists, or even much anger. At least not toward her.

At one house party, Lesnar showed his rage when some unknown partier knocked over and broke a pricey painting. Respecting the home’s residents, Lesnar blocked the door and yelled like a kraken, “Nobody is leaving until somebody admits to breaking the painting.” Soon, the culprit was crying in a corner.

Despite his threats, I really needed to leave. So my friends and I walked up to the enraged Lesnar and said, “Dude, we’re going home.”

Lesnar turned his head and politely said, “OK, take the back door.”

Like I said, Lesnar’s not that scary. Just don’t tell him I said that.

Brock, along with other UFC fighters, is featured in a new music video: "Cryin' like a bitch" by Godsmack, watch it here.

Brock is currently in California.

WWE Hall of Famer Jim Ross once again blogged about Brock:

Intriguing statement made by Brock Lesnar regarding WWE earlier this week. I don't think that anyone should expect Lesnar to competitively step back in a WWE ring while he is still competing in UFC and if did it would surprise me. I can see Lesnar easily pulling off a Guest Host shot on Raw around the time that Brock's book comes out which I assume is later in 2010. After Brock calls it a career in UFC, which I also don't see for a while, it's within the realm of possibility that he could do a 'one off' bout in WWE likely at a Wrestlemania. This is not likely, in my opinion, for a few years so let's not start the dialog about Atlanta and who Lesnar 'might' wrestle in the Georgia Dome. That's just not going to happen in my eyes.

We are making plans now to attend Brock's July 3 fight against Shane Carwin in Las Vegas which will likely be a war. I do know that the more the fans in attendance boo Lesnar the more it gets him going. How do you think that Brock was received in Iowa City back in the day when Minnesota came calling to wrestling the Hawkeyes?

[Webmizz note: The book is called "Brock Lesnar: the making of a hard-core legend". You can pre-order it on amazon.]

ESPN posted a nice interview with Brock on their homepage. Here it is:

First thing I notice as I step inside the UFC's V.I.P. area is that Brock Lesnar is surrounded by his past, present, and future.

On one side is his past, Paul Heyman, AKA Paul E. Dangerously, the wrestling mastermind who once managed Lesnar in WWE, and is now sitting by his side inside the swank Manhattan nightclub.

On the other side is Lesnar's present and future in the face of UFC president Dana White. As I sit down next to Lesnar, White works the room like a hurricane, shaking hands with everyone in sight on his way out the door to an interview of his own.

Next thing I notice is the strength and size of Lesnar's hands as he grips mine for a shake. I'm pretty sure he could snap my neck in about five seconds if he wanted (and that might be underestimating the pounce by about 4.7 seconds).

"It's not like I walk around the street thinking whose neck I could snap," he says with a smirk when I tell him about my estimation.

"These hands get put to work a couple of times a year, and there are still plenty of people to hurt."

I'm just glad I'm not one of those people.