Post by theblackcountryboys on Nov 20, 2024 18:34:55 GMT
"Well, well, well... here we are, ladies and gentlemen. The grand finale. The pinnacle. The culmination of all this *nonsense* called the Great Britain & Ireland Amateur Challenge. And standing before you is the only man who was ever destined to win it all: You see, Eddie Kensington, the so-called ‘gentleman,’ the arrogant little upstart, thinks tonight is his coronation. He thinks he’s going to waltz into this ring, flash that smug grin, and finesse his way to victory. But let me make this very clear: this isn’t your tea party, Kensington. This isn’t your fancy gala or your posh little soirée. No, no, no... this is the proving ground where dreams die and reality crushes hope. And the reality is that *you* are about to be obliterated by *him.*"
Askby dramatically points to Barak, who steps forward, cracking his knuckles and glaring into the camera.
:"Kensington... you call yourself a gentleman. But tonight, there will be no pleasantries. No handshakes. No excuses. You are nothing but another obstacle, another name to be erased from my path. You are small. Weak. And after tonight, forgotten."
Askby claps, grinning ear to ear as Barak steps back. He takes over, his voice dripping with condescension.
"You hear that, Kensington? Forgotten. It’s ironic, isn’t it? You prance about with all your pomp and arrogance, thinking you’re a star, but tonight you’re just another victim for this unstoppable *monster.* Giant Barak doesn’t care about your slicked-back hair, your fancy moves, or your ‘gentlemanly’ ways. All he cares about is crushing you like the overrated, undersized fraud that you are." "And when it’s all said and done, when Barak’s hand is raised, the world will witness the beginning of a career unlike any other. A true *force* will rise to the professional ranks, and Eddie Kensington will be nothing more than a footnote in Giant Barak’s history of dominance. Kensington, polish your boots, straighten your tie, and say your prayers. Because tonight... the gentleman meets the *giant.*"
Barak steps forward, his voice a menacing growl as he delivers the final line.
"Your end... is my beginning."
Askby dramatically points to Barak, who steps forward, cracking his knuckles and glaring into the camera.
:"Kensington... you call yourself a gentleman. But tonight, there will be no pleasantries. No handshakes. No excuses. You are nothing but another obstacle, another name to be erased from my path. You are small. Weak. And after tonight, forgotten."
Askby claps, grinning ear to ear as Barak steps back. He takes over, his voice dripping with condescension.
"You hear that, Kensington? Forgotten. It’s ironic, isn’t it? You prance about with all your pomp and arrogance, thinking you’re a star, but tonight you’re just another victim for this unstoppable *monster.* Giant Barak doesn’t care about your slicked-back hair, your fancy moves, or your ‘gentlemanly’ ways. All he cares about is crushing you like the overrated, undersized fraud that you are." "And when it’s all said and done, when Barak’s hand is raised, the world will witness the beginning of a career unlike any other. A true *force* will rise to the professional ranks, and Eddie Kensington will be nothing more than a footnote in Giant Barak’s history of dominance. Kensington, polish your boots, straighten your tie, and say your prayers. Because tonight... the gentleman meets the *giant.*"
Barak steps forward, his voice a menacing growl as he delivers the final line.
"Your end... is my beginning."