Post by theblackcountryboys on Sept 25, 2024 11:48:20 GMT
"First thing I have to say is that this is such a place for a man of my stature. Mullingar, County Westmeath, Ireland?! Urg. How uncouth. An ill-fitting setting for when The Black Country Boys will prove that they are the greatest tag team in the world. That's why you see me and not them, my unshakeable sense of good form has me refuse to let my clients set foot in this....this....BOG-! Until they absolutely have to"
First, we have "Tongan Warriors," those wild savages making their European debut. You're all eagerly anticipating their barbaric antics, aren't you? But I implore you, stay well back! These uncouth beasts have no idea what true wrestling is. They are nothing but glorified brutes, relying on raw power rather than the sophistication and finesse that The Black Country Boys bring to this ring.
Next up, we have Bert Eagle and Johnny Fresno, representing the Bolton Boys Athletics Club. How charming! I can hardly contain my excitement over their delusions of grandeur. Do they really believe they stand a chance against the might of The Black Country Boys? Let me be frank—these two are about as intimidating as a pair of schoolyard bullies, and they will crumble under the sheer force of their prowess.
And then there's Kashiwazaki BLOOD, featuring two-thirds of the World Trios Champions, Suzuki and Nakamura. Yes, yes, they have their accolades, but accolades mean little when confronted with raw determination and unyielding dominance! While they may be basking in the glow of their so-called championships, they'll quickly learn that The Black Country Boys have no qualms about ruining their little party.
You see, Doyle and Gallagher are not just competitors; they are a relentless storm of destruction, a whirlwind of fury and technique that will lay waste to anyone foolish enough to step in their path! When the dust settles, it will be clear who the real champions are—the Black Country Boys!
So, I urge you, ladies and gentlemen, to prepare yourselves to witness a spectacle of superiority, and remember, when you hear the name "The Black Country Boys," you are witnessing greatness personified! The rest of you? Merely extras in our grand saga of wrestling supremacy!
Askey lifts his cane and points towards the camera, a smirk etched on his face,
"Now, someone, please get me to the nearest mansion..."