The year is 1988. You just chained up Action Jackson so Craig T Nelson could frame him for murder and do his girlfriend. Then, like a douchebag, you put a blowtorch in his face. Bad move. Pretty soon you’re staring down the barrel of a flame thrower as Carl Weathers utters the last words you’ll ever hear.

Better get the greatest one-liner ever to be printed on a t-shirt, or you’ll have one pissed off Apollo Creed on your hands.

Also, the unisex melange t-shirts run a little on the small side, so be sure to check the sizing information on the next page.